Chapter 2
The farm was as silent as it could be. The Kent's stared at the man claiming to be a future version of Clark in astonishment. True, the man looked remarkably like Clark, but Time Travel? Was that even possible?
"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing," Jonathan started angrily, advancing on the stranger with his strongest glare. "But whoever the hell you really are, get off my property before I call the sheriff!"
Kal looked at his father with the barest of grimaces. It was so hard seeing him in the flesh again. And to have him yell at him like that? To stare at him like he was the enemy? It caused a sharp pain in his chest.
"I know this is hard to believe but it's true." He spoke slowly to enunciate the seriousness of his words.
Clark stepped forward, ignoring his father's attempt to hold him back. "And how could we believe anything you say? You just made that other man disappear!"
Kal sighed, realizing he'd have to prove to them he was who he said he was. "Fine." He adjusted his stance, certain his father would not take what he said lightly. "If I wasn't Clark how would I know about the space ship in the storm cellar?" He took a wild guess at what time he landed in. Not sure if it was before or after the ship had been destroyed but judging from his younger self's floppy hair he was either 14 or 15. Either way, him knowing about the ship would make them realize that he knew a great deal about them.
Jonathan's face grew pale as Martha gasped behind him. Clark seemed to freeze as doubt about the man seeped into his brain. The only people that knew about the space ship were the Kents and Pete. He swallowed down the lump in his throat with difficulty before addressing this 'future Clark'.
"If you are really me, then do you know? Where we came from? Why we were sent here?" He could barely manage to get the words out. Hope was filling his chest like a giant balloon and he was afraid that what his 'future self' said next might pop it.
Kal smiled slightly. He had almost forgotten what it felt like back then. Not having any idea who or what he was. Why he was here. Why his parents had sent him away. He almost chuckled as he remembered how much he and his parents hated Jor-El in the beginning. How Clark thought he was sent here to rule. It all seemed like a life time ago.
"Yes Clark, I know everything." His smile grew when he saw the wide eyed astonishment on their faces. "However," his smile faded as he glanced down at the dagger still in his hand, "we need to have this discussion in detail once I get back."
"Back?" Jonathan snapped. "Back from where? I still don't know if we can believe you. No way am I letting you out of my sight."
Kal sighed in frustration. "Dad," Jonathan started slightly, "I know this is a lot to take in but I need to get rid of this dagger. Ok?"
Martha stepped out from behind Jonathan and Clark and spoke for the first time since Kal appeared. "Why do you need to get rid of it?"
"Because this knife is made out of blue Kryptonite." Kal explained.
Clark cocked his head. "What's Kryptonite?"
Kal's eyebrows shot up. "Right, I forgot you don't know what that is. Kryptonite is radioactive pieces of our home world."
"The meteor rocks!" Clark said in realization. "That's why they can hurt me?"
"The green does." Kal explained. "There are several different kinds of Kryptonite out there and they all affect us differently. The blue," he held up the dagger, "removes our powers."
Clark's eyes widen as Jonathan and Martha exchange a worried look. "You mean my powers are gone right now?"
Kal nodded.
Clark's brow furrowed before he walked over to the truck and tried to pick it up. It didn't even budge. He stepped back in shock.
Kal gave a small smirk. "I told you. I need to get rid of this first and then I promise I will answer any question you have."
Jonathan was visibly torn. On one hand he wanted that dagger as far away from his son as possible. On the other he wanted to keep this 'future Clark' in his sight at all times.
"Alright. Make it quick." Jonathan decided. If this was truly Clark's future self than he needed to believe he would keep his word.
Kal nodded before running to the barn. If he remembered correctly, his dad had a few scraps of lead stashed in there. He had to search the slightly disorganized barn a bit before he managed to find a piece big enough for the dagger. He set the dagger down and took the lead to the other side of the barn, just out of reach of the Kryptonite's affects. Quickly, he molded the lead into a make-shift sheath, retrieved the dagger and slipped it inside. Not wanting it to be found he placed it in the hidden floor compartment, then scattered some hay on top to disguise it once more. He then super-sped back to his parents and younger self, the cuts on his chest disappearing with a slight golden glow, astonishing his family.
"Now we can talk."
