The house of Zod

Fandom: Smallville

Author: vodooman

Rating: G

Genre: prompt reply (sacred_20, prompt: silence), AU

Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis, Clark, Zod

Short summary: He continued to look around the new prisoners that had been taken that morning and then he spotted Clark Kent in the midst of the prisoners that were now pathetically kneeling before them.

Any warnings: none…

Disclaimer: SV and its characters aren't mine. I only write fanfiction for entertainment.

A/N: Alright… so this is totally and absolutely AU… and if anyone wants to continue in this verse, or if someone actually got inspired by this short fic-let then by all means do use it! And I am totally not trying to put any character down here… ok? I just happen to really like creating AU's…

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Everyone was kneeling down before them.

"Kneel before Zod!" was what his father had said, and the humans around them complied. Some willing, some unwilling.

It was true; he did look like his father. Not hundred percent, but it was clear to see the resemblance. Davis looked to the side, to where his mother, Fa'ora of Zod, stood tall and proud. She looked beautiful in her own body, not needing a vessel anymore. Tess Mercer had somehow been able to re-produce the bodies of his parents. He really didn't want to think about the 'how's' or what had happened to Tess Mercer after having fulfilled her purpose.

The poor woman hadn't even realised who she had been working for, or for what cause. And even worse was that even when his father had regained his real body that the poor woman still believed that she still held some advantage or purpose.

Only, she didn't, and it had been her own fault entirely, because she had re-created his parents bodies without any weaknesses that usually accompanied an average Kryptonian being under the yellow sun.

He continued to look around the new prisoners that had been taken that morning and then he spotted Clark Kent in the midst of the prisoners that were now pathetically kneeling before them. Davis took a confident step towards them and nodded to a prisoner-guard to bring Clark before him.

Clark looked up from where he was forced to the floor. A chain made of Kryptonite was restraining him, weakening him.

"Where is she?" he asked calmly, not bothering to acknowledge the other 'freedom fighters' behind the fallen hero. They would all suffer together, no need to hurt them before their time has come, he told himself.

Clark only looked at him with disgust and then forced his gaze back to the floor. There was a hate-filled silence before he replied "I'll never tell you!"

His father, the general, was about to let his anger and hatred for the house of El get the better of him again, so Davis quickly interfered. "It doesn't matter, one way or the other. I'll find her sooner or later… I'm immortal, and so is she…"

He turned then, turned his back to the prisoners, and faced his biological parents and added "I have time."

He knew the reasons why the freedom fighters of earth had kidnapped her, and knew that by now she must have already a round belly, showing the world the next heir to the House of Zod. He also knew that she must have only gone with them because she was afraid that they would hurt her or their child… At least it was what he always told himself, whenever he couldn't find her.