So, for those who have recenty read this and have noticed some changes in the story, let me comfirm that yes, there has been some changes. I've been rereading the chapters that I wrote and noticed that some sounded a bit weird. Anyway, the story goes along the plot of the Superman Returns movie. Only, Clark has a human younger sister named Sarah. I don't own Superman and the other characters that belong in the movie/DC comics. I only own Sarah.
Chapter 1: Five Years
I sat at my desk in my room trying to decide what to draw. Having a creative mind like mine, being stumped right now sure can suck. I absently tapped my pencil on the desk getting nowhere. I sighed in deep thought. At least there's only one more day of school. I stared around at my room looking at the stuff that I drew in the past. I noticed a photo on my desk I nearly forgot about. It was me and my older brother, Clark Kent.
I felt a lump lodged in my throat. It's been five years since he left. I made a small sad smile at the photo. I was only eleven when that was taken and it was a few months before Clark left. Yes, I was aware that my brother is actually Superman. I have been doing my part by keeping his secret from others, including Lois. He's loved her since he first set eyes on her at the Daily Planet. Clark left five years ago to search for his home planet. Astronomers said that they think they found remains of Krypton. I bet he would be heartbroken if he found nothing. After all, it was consumed by their sun. I doubt it that there would be anything left.
I was lost in the picture. He was very tall; six-foot-four to be exact. His dark brown hair was a bit untidy, but he didn't care when we took the picture. His eyes, brilliant blue like the waters you'd see in New Zealand, were framed by black rectangular glasses. He didn't really need them, but superheroes have an identity to protect. My eleven-year-old self was sitting next to him leaning against his incredibly strong frame. His arm was around me protecting me. I still remember who took our picture. Our adoptive mom had. Back when I still lived in Kansas, but after Clark left Metropolis where I lived with him, I was sent to live with his friend Lois Lane. The smile I had reached my blue eyes in the picture. It makes me wonder how we have the same shade of blue eyes, even though we're not blood-related.
I let my head rest face down on the cool wood of the desk and let out a sigh. I heard a knock at my door. "You can come in." I replied without looking up. The hinges slightly squeaked as the door opened.
"Sarah, you okay?" I heard Lois' comforting voice ask me. I lifted my head and nodded.
"I'm just stuck on trying to figure out what to draw." I mumbled. Lois pulled a chair next to me and sat down. She pushed a lock of her chestnut hair behind an ear. I saw her mind go to work trying to think of something.
"Hmm," She thought while tapping a finger on her chin. "Well, what makes you feel safe?" My eyes wandered to the picture on my desk. "How about you draw that picture of you and Clark?" She suggested. There was an awkward silence for a minute. "Are you sure you're okay?" Lois gazed at me with her hazel eyes.
"I just really miss him." I leaned my head against her. She rubbed my arm in a mother soothing a child way.
"I miss him too." She agreed. Lois knew how hard life had been for me. My dad died of a heart attack leaving my mother a widow on a farm in Kansas, my brother left for a trip out of the country, which was partially true, and my mom living far away. I still call her though. It takes some of the pain away, but the other half was left by Clark to heal.
I'd give anything to see him again. Hell, I'd give up my guitar and piano just to catch a glimpse of him. That proved to others how close we are. I love my brother very much. And when he left, it felt like he took a part of me with him. The pain it caused was very excruciating for me. For many months I had cried myself to sleep. I had nightmares in which caused me to wake up screaming and sobbing. I only found a few things to comfort me. Piano and guitar music are mainly the two, so I learned how to play them at a young age. I always had to have a piano in the house. Whenever I felt upset or angry, I would play to relieve myself of my emotions.
"Do you feel like playing?" Lois asked. I smiled a small smile at her.
"Yes, I do." I replied as I sat up. I packed my finished homework in my bag and headed downstairs. I found Lois' five-year-old son Jason White sitting on the couch practicing on his keyboard. He looked up at me and waved as I walked by. His brown hair hung a bit over his brilliant blue eyes that were full of wonder. I flipped the board covering the keys up on the brown piano and pulled the bench out. Jason stopped playing and ran to the bench to sit next to me.
"Can you play my favorite?" He asked looking at me.
"And which one would that be?" I smiled. He had a whole bunch of favorites.
"You know which one it is." He replied. I turned my attention to the ivory keys and began playing. He watched with fascination and eagerness hoping that someday he would be as good as me. I was the reason why he took piano lessons. He was so entranced by my playing he asked Lois if he could learn too.
"You're right." I looked down at him, "I do know which one it is." I continued playing his favorite piece as Lois descended down the stairs. She watched for a minute or two then she had to go to the kitchen to start on supper. Soon afterwards, I played another song. "This one's my favorite." I told Jason. My fingers flowed like a gentle creek over the keys.
The front door opened revealing Lois' fiancé, Richard White. Richard had brown hair that was the same shade as his son's and he had blue eyes full of kindness. He too, works at the Daily Planet, where his uncle, Perry White, is the editor. He hung his jacket on the rack and set his suitcase underneath. Jason ran to Richard. "Daddy!" His eyes shone with excitement.
"Hey, munchkin," Richard lifted his son, "How's your day?"
"Good." Jason replied, "Sarah played my favorite song on the piano."
"Is she good?" Richard asked.
"She's really good."
Richard walked into the room with Jason and sat on the couch. I continued playing my favorite piece.
"Lois is in the kitchen." I replied without looking up.
"Well, maybe I want to hear you play before I go see what she's up to." Richard replied. I couldn't resist the grin. "What's the piece called?"
"Never Forget by Martin O'Donnell and Michael Salvatori." I replied.
"From Halo Three?"
"Yep," I replied, "I've listen to it so much, I began to play it by ear."
"That's impressive." Richard was astonished.
"Thanks."I began to draw near the end. Richard sighed in relaxation. After about ten or twenty seconds, I finished. I turned around on the bench to face him.
"That was very relaxing. How long have you been playing?" He commented.
"Since I was five."
"Wow. That's really something." He replied. For a few minutes, he remained silent. "Do you want to go up in the seaplane after dinner?"
My heart did a small jig. I haven't been in the seaplane for quite some time. Clark took me up all the time before he left. "I'd like that." I replied with a smile. I got up and headed to the kitchen to help Lois.
"Oh thank God you came in." Lois rejoiced, "I need your help."
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"The plates, cups, and silverware are on the counter." She pointed to them, "And when you get done with that, you can help me finish cook dinner if you'd like to." I nodded and grabbed the plates and set the table.
Richard walked in and greeted Lois with a kiss.
"How was your day?" Lois asked.
"It was fine. How about yours?" Richard asked.
"Same old," Lois replied and gave him a smooch on the lips.
"Sarah and I are going up in the seaplane after dinner."
"She could really use that."
"It's been awhile since we last hung out." Richard agreed.
Dinner went well that night. Not that I'm saying that our dinners suck, but perhaps it was the fact that I was going in the seaplane after dinner. Tonight was better than most nights. My spirit lifted as dinner came to an end. I helped Lois clear the table, put leftovers away, and clean the dishes while Richard went upstairs to change.
"Ready?" Richard asked as I finished.
"Yep," I grinned. We grabbed our jackets and Richard grabbed the keys to the seaplane. We walked to the dock where the plane rocked lazily on the water. Richard unlocked the plane and held the door open.
"After you," He gestured. I climbed in and sat in the co pilot seat. I buckled myself in and pulled the headset on. Richard closed and locked the door. He quickly buckled in, checked the controls, put his headset on, and started the plane. The hum of the engine vibrated throughout my body.
We pulled out of the docks and steadily increased speed. Once we were up to speed, the plane took off into the sky. I looked out the window and grinned. The lights in the city snaked their way around everything, cars looked like toy cars, and the people, looked like ants. The sun, which was a blazing orange, reflected off of the water below us and the glow filled the cabin.
I turned to Richard. "Thank you."
"Sure thing, kiddo," He replied. We circled around the city until the sun had completely set.
