Fortress of Solitude, Friday, 20:49

He had spent months to find them. The search had almost been like his trip to Krypton years ago, hopeful and tiring, but the result had been different. He had found four of the eight crystals, and with the help of the green crystal that his father had given him minutes before he sent him to Earth, he had regained the lost ones.

He put the crystals into their holes and the platform started to glow. His eyes looked straight at the crystal wall in front of him, and the face he hadn't seen for years was there once again. The emotions he felt were the same as when he had seen Lois in the airplane, or similar to when he had seen Jason for the first time with the knowledge that he was his son, a part of him. A part of the person he had loved more than his own life, but that he had abandoned to find something she had already been carrying then: The proof he wasn't alone. A home. A family. Someone that wasn't different from him… that negated the fact that he was the last, an outcast to this universe. His son.

"Kal-El. You do not remember me."

"Father," he said, not wanting to wait for the answers he needed. "Father, I went to Krypton. The place was a graveyard."

"You didn't find survivors, it was expected you wouldn't. Why have you done that? You already knew."

"I hoped… to find a home, someone like me. When you sent me to Earth you knew that I would probably be the last, yet you didn't want me to create a family with my powers. Why?"

"Even if you are raised as a human, Kal-El, you are not one of them. You never will be, but because of your upbringing, you have human reactions. Some of those reactions are forced by feelings. Feelings that could be harmful not only for yourself, but for the people you live with. It was a way to protect you and the planet that gave you the chance to survive."

He had guessed that answer when he had seen Richard White for the first time. If he hadn't been raised as a kind farm boy from Kansas by the Kents, the man would had been in a hospital minutes after their first handshake.

"What about the possibility of child?" he eagerly asked. "I can handle my emotions, but I want to know what your answer is about the existence of a child that will continue the House of El."

"I was hoping you would never ask me that, my son. Your question sure has a reason. You want a child, Kal-El, or has the child already been created?"

"I have a child, a boy, five years old. He already has my gifts although he is half-human. What must I expect from you now?"

The face of his father froze for a moment and it became smaller as other heads appeared in the crystal screen. Clark wasn't ready for this. Thirty Kryptonians were looking at him with not friendly look.

"The birth of a child from two different kinds is not common my son," Jor-El said. "We will accept him as a Kryptonian citizen but you must officially recognize him in front of us first. That bring us and to another issue, though. You committed adultery against your birth-mate, against your wife."

"Wife? I have a wife?" Clark asked, heavily unwilling to believe it. There were survivors besides him, to begin with.

"Your birth mate and you were married as infants. In Krypton, noble generations had to keep their purity, so they married their children and they guided them to accept and love their mate as they grew. You missed it, and despite the fact that your mate died, you are still married to her."

"That's crazy! You never told me that! How could I have committed adultery if I never knew that I was married? And she's dead for Christ's sake!" Clark found himself screaming to the heads over his, for the second time that day losing his iron-grip control.

"The time when you choose humanity over your heritage, you were one of them except by blood. But when you let yourself, as Kal-El, get involved with a female human when you were not one of them, and that involvement had as a result a child, that was a mistake."

"So you said that my son was a mistake. I am sorry father, but I will never look him as a result of an unconscionable relationship." How could his father be talking about his grandson as if he were something that humiliated his Kryptonian legacy?

"Your child is a miracle my son. When your mother and I were putting you in the spaceship, we had never dreamed that someday you would have your own child. We don't condemn the existence of your child, but the relationship you had with the mother. As Kal-El you committed adultery. As Kal-El you were still married even if she was dead. You had to let her free before you start another relationship."

"And where does that leave us then?" Clark asked, thinking that he had never heard of any other punishment except for the phantom zone. Still, to do that to him would be too much now that they had a child to think of, half blood as he was, but still a child that was meant to be the survivor of their kind.

"When mates didn't want to be together they just had to apply a kind of divorce. But that was acceptable if one of them had found a soul-mate, so the punishment never was realizable. You never did the application and the punishment is going to take place here. It will last 6 hours. You are…"

"I will not accept it. I refuse to be treated as a criminal! And from who? From my own father?!" Clark yelled.

"You are a Kryptonian. You are not a human being. When will you realize that you cannot be one of them?"

Clark wasn't listening any more. His anger was taking over him. Not wanting to see his father's face anymore, he put out the crystals and flew away from what he had thought was home. Only Jason and Lois had that name in his head now, even if not literally. Tonight, he was going to tell Lois who he was, his feelings, what he wanted. That he hoped that she would accept him in her life. If everything turned right tonight, he would have a family to love and who would love him in return.


Metropolis, White/Lane house, Friday, 23:56

It was time to reveal himself. He didn't know if Richard was going to be there, but he knew that he probably wouldn't. That morning in the office he had heard him tell Lois that he wanted to catch the last plane to NY. The plane had probably left the ground several minutes ago. He was just about to search for her inside the house with his x-ray vision, but then he saw her, sitting on a chair in the yard. She had fallen asleep and that was weird. The night was a bit cold.

"Lois…" he whispered, touching the curls that were falling on her face trying to awake her. "Lois," he said louder, but she didn't wake. He shook her but she stayed frozen, her heart was beating to a slow beat but it was steady.

"What is—"

"NOW!" Someone yelled behind him, and then all he knew was pain and darkness.

A/N: I would like to thank,again, my editors ShadoLibrarian and Misha..they made my dream come true...

I know that its not what you expected but I the story needed this part.Also I would like to inform you that the story will be complete in total,in 9 chapters.