Chapter 1: The End of Krypton

A/N: Warning the following chapter contains spoilers for the Man of Steel

Council Chambers, Krypton…

Jor-El, head scientist of Krypton, stood before the council of Krypton, the supreme political power on Krypton. He was here to warn them of the impending doom of their planet.

"I warned you that using the core of our planet was a mistake. Now the core has become unstable and Krypton itself is doomed," he stated.

"And what would you have us do Jor-El?" One of the councilors, a female, asked. "The core was our only major resource."

Jor-El inwardly sighed before continuing. "Then look to the stars, like our ancestors did all those eons ago. Give me the codex, and I can assure the survival of our species."

There was a mix of murmuring and shocked gasps emerging from the council. "You ask to. much Jor-El. The codex contains the very future of the Kryptonian race. What if it was destroyed because of your plan?"

"It will not be. It shall be protected by one," he stated plainly.

"Who?" The head councilor, an old male, asked.

"My wife Lara and I have had a child, the first natural birth on Krypton in centuries. He shall become the new carrier of the codex. He will ensure our species' survival," Jor-El said.

The council was silent at this revelation. No Kryptonian had been born of natural means for millennia. There had never been a need for it, as the codex and genesis chambers provided the offspring needed to ensure the continued survival of the Kryptonians.

Before the council could figure what to say though, a large explosion shook the chamber, causing Jor-El to stumble slightly and the council to look around in confusion.

Suddenly, the council chambers blew open, and several Kryptonians entered the chamber, lead by Jor-El's friend, General Zod.

"Zod?" Jor-El asked approaching the general. "What is the meaning of this?"

Zod was a tall, well built Kryptonian with a clean shaven face and short black hair. "I have come to repair the damage done to our home and race by this political filth. I will wipe them out and ensure that only the purest bloodlines survive, so as to build a better Krypton."

"You shall pay for these crimes-" The female councilor began, but was cut off by a plasma blast from one of Zod's soldiers.

"Anyone else?" he asked. The room was silent in shock. "Good."

Zod turned to Jor-El. "My old friend, help me in my endeavor and together we can build a new, stronger Krypton, one not burdened by these rambling politicians"

Jor-El scowled at his friend. "By stronger do you mean slaughtering any bloodline, any family that you do not see as fit? No Zod, I would never help you in such an endeavor. We were friends only through our shared desire to save Krypton. You have abandoned these principles, and while I will respect the man you once were, you are dead to me."

Zod stared at his former friend, his eyes showing a list of emotions, pain, betrayal, sadness, and, most prevalent, anger. "Very well. Take him along with the rest of the council."

Two soldiers approached Jor-El on either side and began marching him out of the room. As they exited the room, a small drone floated in front of the three. It was an oval shaped object with a shifting set of metal in front that shifted and vibrated when it spoke.

"Jor-El?" It asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Out of the way drone," one of his guards ordered, his voice heavily warped through the mask he wore.

The drone turned slightly to Jor-El, who nodded slightly to it while mouthing a command. Jor-El clenched his eyes while the drone flashed a blinding light, causing the guards to yell in surprise. Before they could recover, Jor-El shattered the weak bindings place on him and wrestled a rifle out of one his captors' grip.

Once freed, he turned it back on his captor, firing a shot that burned right through his armor. By then, the other guard had recovered, his own weapon raised towards Jor-El. Before he could fire, Jor-El kicked him in the knee, causing the guard to double over in pain. A quick blow to the head with the stock of his rifle made sure he was out for the count.

He tossed the weapon to the side and made his way to the landing pad outside the council building.

"Contact Lara," he ordered, the drone following him. The drone dipped its form slightly before the metal on its screen shifted into a three dimensional representation of his beloved wife's face.

"Jor-El?" she asked. "What's going on out there? I've been hearing explosions and weapon fire."

"Zod has launched a coup on the council," Jor-El explained. "His forces are currently engaged with the council forces, but that's irrelevant. Tell me. Is the pod ready?"

Lara's face nodded. "Good," he said. "All that's left is to retrieve the codex."

"Be safe," she said as her face disappeared from the drone.

Jor-El smiled at his wife's concern as he finally exited the building only to freeze, if only for a moment, at the site before him. The red sun of Krypton cast an eerie red tinge on the massive battles before him as fighters dashed across the sky, firing shots that hit as often as they missed. Larger ships fired volleys of plasma at one another, causing their opposing force to explode in a force of indigo fire.

This wasn't important for Jor-El though. What mattered was getting the Codex.

His mount, a four winged, four legged Kryptonian flying steed, approached, and he quickly saddled the creature. It began buzzing its four insect like wings as it took off and headed to the birthing complex, the home to the codex.

Jor-El made certain to dodge any stray blaster fire as he made his way to the birthing areas. While no ship was targeting him, the odds of a stray shot hitting someone in war was always a possibility to take into account.

Eventually, he began to approach the birthing complex. It was a large network of interconnecting tubes, with large pools of water in each intersection, each pool containing hundreds of Kryptonians awaiting a chance at life. A chance that would, sadly, never come.

Finally he had his mount begin hovering over one of the many pools, and Jor-El shed his outer armor, revealing a plain black under armor with the crest of his bloodline emblazoned upon his chest. Looking from side to side to make sure no gunships approached, he jumped from his mount, swan-diving into the pool below.

He began swimming through the water as he came into the area where the unborn Kryptonians were kept until they had developed fully and were "birthed". Long, vine-like structures dangled from the ceiling down, small pods containing said unborn Kryptonians dotting each one, similar to a grapevine.

Multi-limbed caretakers, creatures genetically designed to care for the unborn infants swam from stalk to stalk, checking their condition and removing them from the stock if they had finished developing.

Jor-El ignored this miracle of science as he swam to an air pocket at the top of the chamber that contained his true goal, the Codex. His head broke the surface of the water, and he looked at the codex floating above him between three prongs.

The codex's appearance was not what one would expect. It appeared to be the ancient skull of a Kryptonian with ancient Kryptonian runes gleaming gold all across it. Swirls of golden dust were sucked off of it into the prongs, giving a completely new genetic code for a Kryptonian, so that no two would be the same.

This era was at an end though, and Jor-El reached out and grabbed the Codex, shutting the whole process down.

He swam back to the surface of the pool and slowly pulled himself out, breathing heavily as he did. As he stood, awaiting his mount's arrival, a single gunship flew up and flashed a spotlight on him.

"Jor-El," a voice said over a loud speaker. "By order of General Zod, you are to hand over the codex and face execution for your crimes against Krypton."

Jor-El glanced at the ship and glanced over the side of the pool, noticing another far below him. He looked back at the gunship and weighed his options. He jumped from the edge and spread his limbs to slow his fall into the water below, the gunship firing at his previous position on the pool.

Before Jor-El hit the water though, his mount grabbed him mid-air, swinging him back onto its saddle. The gunship took off in pursuit. Luckily, while the gunship was fast, Jor-El's mode of transportation was far smaller and more agile, and he used it to his advantage. He saw two interlocking support beams ahead with an opening just large enough for them to fit through.

His mount turned sideways and flew through just as a shot hit near one of its wings. The resulting explosion caused one of its wings to crack from the pressure wave. Though slowed, they had managed to lose their pursuer and limped towards Jor-El's home.

Jor-El's home and Laboratory…

His mount managed to get them to the landing pad and collapsed, its injuries too great for it to bear. He gave the beast a moment's thanks before entering his laboratory where the shuttle lay.

There his wife Lara stood next to the shuttle with their new born child, Kal-El. She held the new born delicately as Jor-El entered.

"Everything is ready?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," she answered sadly.

Jor-El gave her a questioning look. "I know we agreed this was for the best," she said, on the verge of tears. "But now that he's here, I don't want to give him up."

"I know," he said in understanding.

"We'll never get to see him walk, hear him call us mother and father," she cried silently, a few tears rolling down her face.

Jor-El looked down at the infant who was his son. He was currently asleep, his breathing shallow and ragged, as it was for all Kryptonian infants. The atmosphere of Krypton was very unforgiving. The child had very little hair, but from what little he had, it was an onyx black color, offsetting his pale skin.

Lara looked up at her husband and he met her gaze. "You have chosen a suitable planet," she stated rather than asked.

"Yes," he said as a drone appeared, materializing a three-dimensional representation of the planet. "It is similar to Krypton, though its sun is younger. The radiation from it shall greatly enhance his abilities, as well as the planet's atmosphere and gravity. There is a dominant race there similar to Kryptonians, and seemingly intelligent," he explained to her.

Lara looked at the possible effects the planet would have on her child. She looked to Jor-El and handed Kal-El to him. He placed the infant in the open pod and placed the codex above him between three prongs, similar to the ones in the birthing chamber.

Suddenly a white blue light lit up the codex, and it began to disintegrate into two substances, a brownish black substance that assembled at a panel in front of the shuttle and a blue light that went directly into his son, though the sleeping infant seemed unaffected by the process.

When the process was finished, the codex was gone, but the black material had finished its formatting. A small black device appeared and Jor-El lifted it, examining it. It was a shiny black, pentagon shaped object, roughly 5 inches long. One side was smooth and flat with the family crest upon it. The other was uneven and jagged, in a form or pattern.

He placed it in a pentagon shaped hole on the pod.

"They won't accept him," Lara said, causing Jor-El to turn towards her. "They'll consider him a freak, make him an outcast."

Jor-El shook his head. "No," he whispered. "To them, he'll be a god. He will show them that they have no reason to fear him, and with time, they will accept him." With that, he pressed the object fully into the hole. Suddenly, three pieces of smooth white metal, folded together over their son. The craft was then lifted and pointed skyward, as the preparation for launch began.

A drone approached Jor-El. "Jor-El, several craft are approaching the fortress. Shall I take proper defensive measures?"

"Yes, and prepare my armor," he answered.

He stood up on a platform as his battle armor was placed on him. It was a creamy white color, similar to the color of the shuttle, and covered his torso, shoulders, biceps, lower arms, hands, and legs, as well as his waist. It was covered in intricate carvings, and had the family crest once more emblazoned on his chest.

He stood by his wife as she double checked all systems for the launch, his plasma weapon in hand, when a large explosion ripped through the labs entrance.

General Zod, accompanied by three guards entered the lab, weapons drawn. "End of the line Jor-El. Now, hand over the codex," he demanded.

Jor-El moved to stand in front of him. "You're too late Zod. Soon, the Codex will be out of your reach."

Zod looked at the pod behind Jor-El. "What have you done with it!?" he demanded.

"We have had a son Zod," Jor-El said. "The first natural born Kryptonian in centuries, and he shall lead our people on a new world. All of them, not just those you choose to allow to live."

Zod looked at him in anger. "Heresy!" he screamed. "Kill him, stop the pod from launching."

Before any of his soldiers could act, Jor-El shot three shots in quick succession, killing his soldiers with ease. Before he could bring it on Zod though, the General charged him, knocking the weapon from his hands as he tackled him. Jor-El kicked Zod back and delivered an uppercut to Zod. Zod dodged it, barely, but the sharp edges of Jor-El's suit cut the side of his face, leaving a long straight cut to the left of his left eye.

Zod tried punching from the right, but Jor-El blocked it and grabbed his arm, twisting it. Zod let out a cry of pain before punching Jor-El with his free hand in the face, causing him to release Zod. Zod then started barraging Jor-El with a flurry of punches, but he blocked or redirected each one. After parting two blows from Zod, leaving his guard open, Jor-El slammed his knee into his gut and then slammed his head into the general's face, knocking him to the ground.

The general lay on his side, on the ground stunned. A loud beeping suddenly lit the lab, signaling the pod was ready.

"Lara," Jor-El said, turning to his wife. "Launch the pod."

"No, don't Lara," Zod said, causing her to stop her hand right above the launch sequence. "If you do you doom Krypton, our race."

"Don't listen to him Lara. You know why this must be done," Jor-El said.

"You'll never see your son again. He'll never know who you were," Zod said.

Lara looked from Jor-El to Zod, tears forming on her eyes. She made eye contact with Jor-El, who simply nodded at her. She returned her gaze to Zod and closed her eyes. Without looking, she pressed the launch button, and the ship took off, its supports breaking off.

"NOOO!" Zod screamed, standing suddenly and allowing a long blade to emerge from his armored gauntlet. Before anyone could react, he moved forward and stabbed Jor-El right between his armor's plates.

Utter silence filled the room. Zod took a step back, looking at Jor-El and then his own hands in horror. Jor-El turned to Lara, a blank look on his face before falling on his back.

"Jor-El!" she cried as she ran to be by his side. She checked his vitals, anything for a sign that he was alive. Nothing. Her husband was dead. Tears streamed down her face as she silently sobbed over her husband's corpse.

Zod looked at her. "Where is it going?!" he demanded from her.

Lara looked up at him, hatred burning in her eyes. "Somewhere where your twisted influence will never reach him Zod." She practically spat his name out.

Zod stormed out of the lab, infuriated. All his hard work, all his men's lives lost, for nothing. He looked at his second in command. "Shoot that pod down," he declared, and she nodded, relaying his command.

A gunship took off after it, quickly gaining speed on the small pod. As it came within weapons range though, a large blast ripped through it, causing the debris to rain on Zod and his men. He looked up in shock and saw dozens of massive council warships begin to appear.

With its pursuer destroyed, a bright light began to surround the pod, and in a brilliant flash of light, disappeared.

A spotlight fell upon him and his men. "General Zod," a voice commanded. "By order of the council, you are under arrest."

Later…

Zod and his fellow conspirators stood before the council and Lara, chained and standing over cryo-pods.

"General Zod," the head councilor began. "For your crimes against Krypton and the murder of head scientist Jor-El, we sentence you and your conspirators to 300 cycles in the phantom zone. Do you have any final words?"

Zod ignored the councilor and glared at Lara. "Just this," he said. "I swear to you Lara, that when I am free, regardless of where your son may be, I will find him, and I will make him suffer for what you and Jor-El have done to Krypton. I swear it!" With that said, the cryo-pods quickly covered the criminals and lifted off into the prison ship.

Once they entered the ship, it took off, heading into a large portal that expanded before it. As the ship slowly entered, the portal shank, until only the device that supported the portal remained. And with that, General Zod was gone.

At the house of the El's…

Lara watched the pod slowly close over her husband's body armor. In a way, she was glad he had died defending their son. She did not want him to see the condition Krypton had fallen into.

As if reminding her, the entire house shook violently as another tremor shook it. Lara slowly walked out on the upper balcony, a service drone following close behind. Lara looked over the now twisted landscape of her home planet.

Massive fissures were opening everywhere, and huge spouts of lava were firing out of the ground with a massive intensity. The normally red landscape of Krypton had turned hellish, and she could feel the heat from where she stood.

"Lara," the drone began. "Shall I begin searching for a shelter for you?" it asked.

"No," she answered quietly. "It won't matter. Soon, nowhere on Krypton will be safe."

As if to emphasize her point, a massive wall of fire arose from the ground, heading towards the El estates. Lara closed her eyes as she waited for the inevitable. She only hoped that whatever happened, her son would find a family on this new world, and that they would give him the love and care she could not.

Her last thought though, was a simple one. 'I shall see you soon Jor-El, my love.' And in a brilliant flash of fire, she and the El manor were gone.

Orbiting Krypton…

From an orbital view, the landscape of Krypton appeared war torn and hellish. Oceans boiled, mountains collapsed, and massive spouts of fire radiated all over the planet, and it only grew worse as time passed.

Millions were dying every second, unable to escape that which they had brought on themselves. Then the dying planet seemed to enter its death throes.

Massive fissures, the largest yet, cracked open. Entire chunks of the planet collapsed, and in one final throe, the once peaceful world detonated in a massive explosion of fire and brimstone, leaving only a barren asteroid field in its place.

Sol System…

Near Saturn, sixth planet from the sun, a sudden bright white light flashed into existence. It lasted for several moments before fading, revealing a pod of alien make. It was a creamy white color with a bulbous white nose cone on the front.

A cylinder descended from this with several bulbous projections, each containing thrusters that transported the ship across the solar system. Carved onto the front, was a pentagon facing downwards, with a large S in the middle.

There was but a single passenger in the pod, a small infant, who carried the hopeful future of the now dead Kryptonians. This infant was Kal-El, son of Jor-El, the first naturally born Kryptonian in over several hundred years.

The pod blasted past Saturn, past Jupiter, and past Mars. None of these planets were its target. Instead, it was targeting a small blue and green planet known as Earth, home to humanity, a race that was both incredibly similar but greatly different from the Kryptonian heading towards their home world.

As the pod entered the thick nutrient rich atmosphere of Earth (Despite its inhabitants' efforts to make it otherwise.) It began to glow a bright orange as it heated up. To any casual observer, it would have appeared as a shooting star.

However, this star was getting lower and lower, until a suitable location was found for landing on the outskirts of a small Nevada town known as Jasper, Nevada. With a fiery crash it landed, leaving a deep gash in the land as it came to a stop, awaiting discovery, by anyone or any group.

6 years later, Jasper Elementary…

"Can anyone tell me what year the Declaration of Independence was signed?" the first grade teacher, Mrs. Norman, asked. She was a woman in her early 40's wearing a white blouse and black skirt that came down below her knees. Her auburn hair was tied in a bun and she wore a pair of glasses on the very edge of her nose.

She scanned the silent class, looking for any hands. Nothing. "Anyone?" she asked. "Anyone at all?" Again, nothing.

"Fine," she smirked. "I guess I'll have to choose one of you at random." And she walked up and down the desks looking for a poor soul to choose. Her eyes fell on a young boy in the middle seat of the middle row. What was his name? Oh right, Jackson Darby. The small boy's head was twitching around and he jerked his head from side to in an almost terrified motion.

Of course the teacher didn't know why. Only Jack did. To him, he was seeing frightening images of his fellow classmates as nothing but muscle and bones.

"Jack," Mrs. Norman called, the boy flinching when she called him. The voice had been a normal tone, not too loud or too quiet for a normal human. For Jack though, she might as well have screamed it in his ear. The poor boy looked around in terror, covering his ears with his small hands as they were assaulted with a barrage of horrifically loud noises.

"Jack," Mrs. Norman called again, causing the boy to look at her. He saw a tall muscled skeleton staring at him, and he started panting violently.

Mrs. Norman noticed. "Jackson," she asked, "are you-" Before she could finish asking what was wrong with the boy he bolted from his desk, gaining the attention of the rest of his classmates.

He ran out of the class towards a janitor's closet and hid inside while the teacher called him. She and several students came out.

"Jack," she called. "Come out."

"No!" he answered firmly.

The teacher gripped the doorknob to begin opening it, but Jack looked up at the doorknob. Suddenly his eyes lit up red, and two beams of red light hit the door knob, causing it to heat drastically and Mrs. Norman to let go with a yelp.

By now, a small crowd had formed around the door, whispering about the student who locked himself away. They thought he couldn't hear them. They were wrong.

"What a freak"

"I hear he's not allowed to play with other kids."

"I heard he's not even human."

Jack clasped his hands over his ears and clenched his eyes even tighter, whimpering slightly.

"I've called his mother," a teacher's aide informed Mrs. Norman. "She'll be here any minute."

"Did you hear that Jack? Your mother will be here soon," Mrs. Norman called, receiving only a small whimper from the closet.

"Momma's boy."

"What a baby."

"Loser."

"Freak."

"Jack?" he heard his mother call as she came down the hall. The crowd parted, allowing the raven haired woman to kneel by the door. "Jack, what's the matter sweetheart?"

"I-it's t-too big" he stammered.

"What is honey?" she asked.

"The world. It's too much," he answered, his small voice cracking.

"It's okay Jack. Just focus on me, okay?" she said. "Focus on the sound of my voice. Use it as an island to make the world smaller."

Jack concentrated on what his mom said. Slowly, but surely, the voices and weird imagery began to fade, and he began to see normally again. He light out a small sob of relief, and shakily stood, walking to the door and opening it.

He looked at his mom for a moment before embracing her, his small frame wracked with sobs.

"I-I'm s-s-s-sorry," he stammered.

June motioned silently for the crowd to disperse. "It's okay honey," she cooed quietly while rubbing his back comfortingly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

6 years later…

Jack sat on the small, barely crowded bus as it sped towards his home, Jasper, Nevada. His class had taken a field trip to the Colorado River to look at what kind of life lived near rivers. Jack had enjoyed the activity as his… abilities had allowed him to find and catch several animals his classmates couldn't.

While his teachers didn't know this (or any classmate for that matter), they had been impressed by his finds. His classmates…were less than impressed, especially that jerk Vince.

Speaking of which…"Hey Jack, pretty lame field trip right?" he said from a seat a row back.

Jack ignored him, he knew Vince was just trying to set him up for a joke or prank of some kind. "Hey asswipe," he said again, lightly slapping him on the shoulder. "I'm talking to you."

"Leave him alone Vince," a girl named Sierra said across the aisle.

"I'm just trying to ask the little jerk what he thought of th-" He was cut off by the sound of a loud pop and the sudden skidding of the bus. The bus's tire had popped while they were crossing a bridge over a part of the river, and they began to skid out of control. The bus plowed right through the barrier into the icy river below.

The moment it hit the water, the fluid began to quickly fill the cabin of the bus, and the students began to panic, screaming in fear. Jack was the only one who remained somewhat calm, heading to the back of the bus and kicking open the back door. After it opened, he jumped into the river, disappearing from view.

None of the others noticed this, but tried opening the other emergency exits. When they failed to open, the students' panic grew even worse, and they began to bang and scream on the windows as the bus sank lower and lower. Eventually only a small pocket of air remained.

As the students began to lose hope, the bus suddenly began to lift upwards and move towards the shore. Slowly, the water drained, and the bus was pushed onto shore. Sierra was taking deep breathes before looking back and, to her shock, saw Jack standing there, soaked to the bone, his black hair sticking to his head.

He made eye contact with Sierra before turning and jumping into the water, disappearing from view. He reappeared next to the bus, dragging the bully Vince out of the water. Vince was lying unconscious on the ground, and Jack sat next to him, as he and the other bus riders waited for help to arrive.

Later that day…

"My daughter saw what Jack did when the bus went over the bridge Mrs. Darby," Sierra's mother insisted. After the rescue team arrived, the children had been returned to their respective families. Unfortunately for Jack and his family, Sierra had seen what he'd done and told her folks what happened.

"Yes, I'm sure people saw a lot of things in the panic," June said calmly as she poured drinks for everyone.

Sierra's mother continued to argue with June about what Sierra had seen while Jack sat outside on the stairs. He heard the door swing open and saw his dad, Robert Darby, standing there, silently, a blank look on his face.

Jack looked away. "I didn't have a choice Dad," he said.

"You always have a choice, son," Robert said as he sat next to him.

"What was I supposed to do? Let them die?" Jack asked. Silence. Jack turned to his dad, an amazed look on his face.

"Maybe," Robert said quietly, a solemn look on his face. "You heard how Sierra's mom is taking it. If people knew about you, what you could do, it would change the entire way we view the world, our universe."

Jack looked back down at his hands. "I know dad, but, it's not my fault. I don't know why this stuff is happening to me."

He looked back at his dad. "Dad, do you know why this is happening to me?"

Robert looked at his son quietly for several moments. "Son, there's something I need to show you," he said.

With that, he stood up and motioned for Jack to follow him. The preteen followed his dad to the backyard in front of the old shed. The shed was about 20x20 feet and had rarely seen use. Jack honestly didn't even know why they hadn't torn it down. Every time he asked, Dad had just said it was too important to tear down.

He opened the door and motioned for Jack to follow him in. When they were both inside, Robert closed the door behind them and removed an old dusty rug from the floor, revealing a hidden door. Jack had never seen it before. How had he not noticed it?

Robert opened it and climbed down an old ladder while Jack followed him. When he looked at the hidden underground room, he saw a large object covered in a large sheet dominating it. There was a small table covered in clutter to the side, but the large object was what grabbed his attention.

Robert grabbed the sheet and pulled it off, revealing a large, bulbous spaceship. Jack looked at it in awe, running his hands over the starship.

"This is what we found you in 12 years ago," his father explained.

Jack looked at him with an astonished look. "W-what?" he asked.

"We found you, twelve years ago, in that spaceship." Robert explained. "When we brought it and you back, we were convinced a bunch of men in black suits would show up to take it and you away. They never showed."

Jack just looked more confused. "You're the answer son," his dad said. "The answer to if there is intelligent life out there in the universe."

Realization dawned on Jacks face. His parents, they weren't his real parents; heck his real parents probably weren't even human. Another realization hit him, he wasn't human. He was an alien.

He looked at the man he had once believed to be his father, tears starting to form in his eyes. Suddenly he reached out and hugged him, tears rolling down his face. "Can't I just go back to being your son?" he half asked half sobbed.

"You are my son," Robert said whilst calmly stroking his suns head trying to calm him. "But I have to believe that somewhere out there is a person who is your real father that has a different name for you, and that he sent you here for a reason."

Jack looked up at Robert. "And it's up to you to find out, not now, but soon. You owe it to yourself to understand why they sent you here. There's one more thing," Robert said pulling out of his adopted son's embrace.

He pulled a small box off the table and opened it up, taking a small black object out and handing to Jack. It was about 5 inches long, a shiny black, and on the smooth end was a large S that dominated the shape of the Pentagon. The other end was ragged and uneven with a small bead necklace looping through a small natural hole.

"That was with you when we found you," Robert said as Jack examined the object. "I took it to several different metallurgists. They all told me the same thing. It's made of a metal not on the periodic table."

Jack looked at his father in surprise. "In other words, alien." Robert kneeled to his son's level. "Jack, I just want you to know, even though you might not be from this world, you will always be my son, as well as you mother's. Don't you ever forget that."

Jack hugged his dad. "I promise I won't dad."

A/N: So here it is the first chapter in what I am calling for now Boy of Steel. If you guys have a better name, please tell me, please. Anyway I don't think I did these scenes justice. While not word for word accurate with the original script as is expected, I still feel like I didn't capture how sad or heartwarming these scenes were in the film. You guys let me know what you think though. Autobots will be in the next chapter. I will also provide a list of the powers Jack has discovered, if he discovers one in a chapter, so we don't get too many inconsistencies. Oh and let me know if I should focus on this story or Son of Primus. I hope you enjoyed it, and please remember to review with plot ideas, critiques or just to let me know if you think I should keep working on this story.

Jacks powers so far:

X-Ray vision

Heat Vision

Enhanced hearing

Super Strength