AN: I had just watched Unlimited Blade Works and for some reason this scene entered my mind. Now for the changes, the grail war of Fate/Stay Night did not happen during Shirou's time. He met Rin, fell in love, and married and moved from the memories of Japan and ended up in the United States. They were stopping in Smallville when the meteor shower happened and they find baby Kal-El and not the Kent's. Deciding it was a sign this is where they were meant to be, they settle in Smallville and become fast friends with the Kent's. Martha mentions if she had a child she would name him Clark, and Rin decides that will be his name. Literally in this case he is raised by Rin and Shirou but with constant influence from the Kent family as well. So here we are, this is the only scene I will probably write, but if anyone is interested in picking it up message me and we will talk.
Doomsday
The beast marched towards him, his eyes glowing red as its spikes continued to grow. It growled, a line of slime dripping from its maw. It held his gaze, watching him as he slowly stood from the rubble around them. The army had already pulled back, the Doomsday had marched through them without a thought, leaving their broken bodies littering the streets of Metropolis. Doomsday had marched its way through the army, through the city, through the league, and was now making its way towards him, the last thing in his path. He had no choice, he had to stop him.
But his strength wasn't enough, Doomsday was as strong as he was. Doomsday had broken his own attacks, he had forced him to retreat more than once already. He spat out a gob of blood. It was so long since he had felt normal, since he had faced someone who had been his equal. His eyes narrowed, Doomsday would not get past him this day.
Clark could feel her, he could feel her reaching out to him, asking for him to summon her. He looked up towards the stars, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He still had the three seals on his hand, he had never used one. She was precious, she meant something, she was not a servant, he would never see her as that.
He sighed heavily. When was the last time that he had felt that? When was the last time anyone had pushed him this far? Saber was strong, she was stronger than his father had ever been and even still she could not push him this far. His father's blade, even with their magic could never perice in a way that made it threatening, but even if Saber could he would not make her fight her. He would not see her strength exhausted for nothing.
"What would you do," he asked softly, looking towards the monster. He could feel his father smirk, the former handyman-mage turned farmer. His mother's laughter was in his ears, he could hear the spell on her lips before it even began.
"Superman," Batman's frantic voice called out. "What's happening?"
He ignored the call in his ear. His friend Bruce, the one who would hate him most for keeping these secrets. He just looked towards the sky, and felt the wind brush against his injured body. Did he have enough strength left for this? His magic had never been strong, he could barely see the connections in his mind anymore. He had to try though. When one thing failed there should be something else.
He shook his head, looking towards the monster as its feet crushed the concrete beneath him.
"Superman," Batman's voice shouted. "Superman, report!"
"Kal," Diana's voice breathed. "I am coming back into the combat zone."
He said nothing. Nothing he could say would dissuade the Amazon Princess from doing what she chose to do. He smiled, remembering the first time that Diana had met Saber. He remembered the look of shock on her face as the little slip of a blonde emerged from his bedroom. Wide green eyes taking in his panic, and looking ready to summon her armor to battle with Diana. The blush that was on Diana's face, the rage that she had felt was beyond anything that he had ever remembered from the Amazonian princess. Nothing had happened, he could never convince her otherwise, but Diana had stormed off.
It was the first of many encounters between two of the most important women in his life. Lois, Lois was another matter altogether. Anything that might have been between them faded the moment she laid one eye on Saber. It was the end of their friendship as well.
He laughed, despite it all he laughed. It felt so right being with Saber, so right having her in his life. He felt Saber's frantic call, she wanted to help him, she wanted to fight with him, but there was no way that he would waste a command seal, calling her here to help him. He loved her too much for that.
He stopped, opening his eyes and smiled. He had known all along, but it was the first time he had admitted it to himself.
"Kal, where are you," a frantic Diana called out.
"Stay out of the path, Diana," he said softly, looking at the beast with a smirk.
"Kal, you don't have to do this alone," she screamed. "I am coming."
"Just stay back, Diana," his eyes locked with the beast. "It's time for you to pay."
Doomsday growled flexing a clawed hand at him. It was a challenge, it was a declaration. Doomsday believed that he would win, and yet he had no idea what was coming.
"Superman, report," Batman's voice called out.
"You know, Doomsday," Superman said slowly. "I try to understand all my enemies. I would rather have friends, than have enemies, but with you there is no compromise is there. You're just programed to hate, and to destroy. I think it's time that you see what I am really capable of. "
The shattered buildings around them were oddly enough the perfect backdrop for this technique. None of the League had ever seen it, only one enemy had ever drawn it out of him.
"You know I am not very good at magic, but I am good at some of it. I know how to use it because my father taught it to me. He told me that even if it was a fake of the true technique, there was no reason a copy could not overcome the original."
"Superman, what are you talking about," Batman cried. "Are you going crazy?"
"Even though I am from another world, the magic of this world chose me to fight in a war that most of the world would never see. It chose me to be a defender for something greater than even the heroes of this world." Superman simply smiled. He closed his eyes and opened his hands.
"My body is made of steel."
His voice had changed. Diana appeared near the street where the two of them had been battling, her body going rigid as the power Kal had begun to unleash. They were alone, there was no one around them, with the Army had already pulled away from them when the League had begun to fight the monster. Two slips of light appeared in his hands, and twin blade formed and he grasped them. He twisted his entire upper body, sending the blades shattering through the air in wide arcs. He returned to his previous stance.
Diana stopped and gasped. She felt the power echoing from Clark. Power that she could not remember him holding before, and power that everything she knew told her he did not have. Superman didn't use magic, he didn't need to beguile people or bend the universe to his will, because it bent to him.
Kal had magic! How was this possible? She had heard the last line he said, his voice had even changed. When did he learn magic, had his father taught him? Was it even possible for a Kryptonian to do magic?
He flipped the blades, throwing them in wide arching circles around Doomsday. Two more slips of light formed in his hands, forming the same blades as he had just thrown. Diana stared in disbelief as he remained calm in the presence of the monster. What was he doing?
Superman's voice called out in with an echo. "Iron is my blood, and glass is my heart."
He threw the blades, sending them in arcs around the monster once more, and his arms quickly crossed. All four blades were sticking out from the front and back of Doomsday. Diana gasped, this was the most any of them had hurt the monster, and from the looks of it Kal was nowhere near done. Nothing they had done so far had hurt it this much. Were the blades magic? Did magic really work against Doomsday as well.
"I have overcome countless battlefields undefeated," Clark closed his eyes looking towards the ground. Two more blades appeared in his hand, he charged forward, bringing them before him in a cross.
"Without once retreating," his voice echoed down the street. "Nor once being understood."
He stabbed both blades into the stomach of the monster, swinging hard as Doomsday screamed in bain. He struck just under the chin, sending Doomsday back. Diana stood froze.
"Diana," Batman called out. "What's going on? What is Clark doing?"
"Bruce," Diana breathed. "I don't know how but Kal has magic! Honest to gods magic!"
"Diana, what are you talking about," Batman's voice demanded. "Superman has never demonstrated any magic before now."
"Diana," Zatanna's voice suddenly broke in. There was an air of excitement in the way that she spoke. The thought of Superman knowing any magic, being able to understand her connection must have been something the witch never expected. "What's he doing?"
"Energy appears in his hands and then take solid form," Diana, completely fixed on the site of her friend standing strangely calm amid the chaos doomsday caused. "He is forming that energy into blades."
"Projection," the younger witch breathed. "He knows projection, how the hell is that possible?"
"What is projection," Batman demanded.
"Projection is a mage art," Zantanna seemed so lost now. To learn that Superman understood magic was so foreign. The Kryptonians believed in Hard Science nothing else, so they did not delve into mysticism preferring instead the rigors of chemistry and biology and engineering, at least that's what the House of El was according to him. "It is literally the recreation of an image in your mind, the clearer the image, the better the projection, the more true to life it is. If you completely understand the object it will be just like it should be in real life, well close to it. There was a Mage about thirty years back who used this magic. He and his wife disappeared from Japan though."
"That still doesn't explain how Superman knows it," Batman roared. "Martian Manhunter is on his way, try and hold Doomsday a little longer."
"Always alone, on the hill of swords I wait for that one," Kal's voice was so sad as he said it. How could he do this? Did he really feel that alone? Diana spun around, catching the glimpse of a blur from the corner of her eye. She moved quickly, even seeing that…tart…standing there dressed in armor and heading towards the battle zone, she would not be the party to an innocent death. A strange energy in her hands as she tried to rush forward. Diana held onto her shoulder.
"Don't," Diana said forcefully.
"I must help him," the blonde roared. There was anger there, devotion, and love? Did she really love him? What was her power? Was she strong enough that Kal felt safe being with her? Was she strong enough to replace her? "Let me go, I must help him!"
She took a swing at her with that strange energy, Diana leapt out of the way. The blonde, Saber she thought Kal had called her once, ran towards the monster. No fear, no hesitation, only concern for the strongest man in the world. Could love run that true? Was it even love? Did such devotion count as it?
Kal looked up to see Saber approaching. He smiled, wondering what she would think when she was in there with them? Would she be able to accept how he felt for her? Would she understand? His father had partnered with Saber during the last grail war, and told him for a time he loved her, he was never sure what type of love it was, but he had loved her.
When his father had found out that Saber was his partner, he refused to call her his servant, he had smiled and told him that it was probably the greatest thing he could ask for, a son who truly stood for justice. His mother only smiled and laughed, and wondered how her "bonehead" son had been able to summon the strongest of the Servants. They understood and Clark had known that and accepted it. Love without regret, hold nothing back, and live without regrets for your past, that's what they had taught him and he still lived by
"That one who will take the loneliness away," Superman breathed, closing his eyes once more. Another arching blade appeared in his hand and he placed it in the beast's heart. It screamed in pain. "There is no meaning to that life, a life I despise, without that."
Saber looked ready to strike, when she stopped. The magic in the area was beyond anything she had felt since…she gasped in shock. She had practiced with his father once, she had fought against the attack, it had nearly destroyed him to unleash it. Even if Clark wasn't human, what would it do to him to summon the magic of this world? "Clark, don't!"
He smiled, the concern in his voice touched his heart. Diana was next to her, his heart felt heavy with her presence. Would she be able to accept everything that he felt? Would she understand why he loved Saber? Why he loved them all?
"This body is probably itself a sword," he stopped, kneeling before the screaming beast. He held his right hand up before his face, two fingers near his lips while the others were clenched in a fist. "So I pray."
Diana looked at the blonde. "What is he doing?"
Saber couldn't tear her eyes away from it. This was a terrible thing, this was a terrible monster, and she could not help him. He refused to call for her, she had come as quickly as she could and yet it wasn't enough. It had gone far enough that he was summoning the power his father had taught him. He was summoning the monster that had nearly destroyed Shriou. She wouldn't let it claim the son, her new partner, when had he become that instead of master, she unleashed all of her magic, letting the light shine around them brilliantly. She let her emotions flow, she connected with him, bearing the wait of what was to come with him.
The reality marble, it was more than just a magic. It was taking the weight of the universe onto yourself. Hope and pain, sadness and grief, all of it, an entire universe worth, for a single moment. It destroyed your sense of self, it connected you to the world, and it left you feel overwhelmed against the enormity of it all. His father, Shirou, had told her that Unlimited Blade Works truly was unlimited blades, it was the unlimited blades of the souls of the fallen, each of them with a weight and a dream that crushed against your soun every time you summoned it. Could even the man of steel stand against that?
Diana gasped as the woman let lose a power she had never felt before. What was this?
Superman felt her, in the recesses of his mind, offering her support and strength, freely. Had it really changed this much? He couldn't believe that she cared this much for him. He accepted it as he readied his spell. Would Diana understand? Would she feel?
Could she stop this war from consuming him as well? Would she even care?
"What is going on," Diana demanded loudly.
Saber said nothing, choosing instead to watch as Clark's smile grew larger. His eyes snapped open and he called out.
"Unlimited Blade Works," echoed down the street, a wall of heatless fire formed around them and Diana looked around stunned at the gears floating in the dawn filled sky turning around them. Her breathing stopped as she was assaulted by sensations. Were these feelings from Kal? There was such love, and such loneliness. Was this how he felt?
"What do you think, Doomsday," Kal smirked. It looked right on his face, the confidence of his father's legacy. This attack had turned his father into a broken man in one history, but the change his mother had brought had made the man love himself as much as he loved those around him. Could he resist the path of pain that he would walk by using this? "What do you think of my world? A world of the finest blades, born with a single will, a single goal."
Doomsday roared. The blades broke off from its body and began its charge towards him.
Clark pulled up a bastard broadsword. "Each of these blades have only one goal, your death. Each of these blades, a piece of my will, that will pierce your heart and finally end the terror you have brought about. Prepare yourself."
Diana and Saber both watched as the blades around them lifted up and began to glow and eerie blue-white light. They flew through the air, slamming themselves into the Doomsday who could only roar in pain. Saber smiled, seeing the look in Clark's eyes, feeling his magic pulsing through her as she released her own to him. His projection was tying them together. She could feel his heartbeat, she could feel his will, she could feel his magic, his emotions, everything were open to her. It was a humbling experience. Shirou and Rin had done a good job raising him.
"Die," Superman roared, striking out. The world exploded into white.