Ext. Kent Farm, Barn.
The family walks into the barn, and Jonathan walks over to a piece of paneling that, when removed, opens to reveal a secret room. Inside is the pod, it's roughly the size of a coffin, and after years of being hidden away, it is dusty and looks almost nothing compared to what landed in Smallville fourteen years ago. The Kryptonian writing is still clear under the dust. Clark is frozen in the spot behind his father, staring with wide, bright blue eyes.
Clark:
What… is this? (pause) What do you mean you found me? Are you saying I was in this?
Martha:
Your Father and I always wanted children… but we couldn't have our own. More than once we thought about adopting, but… One day we were walking and we saw something land in the distance. It was this… you and Krypto were inside. He was still a puppy and you were only a baby. We… don't know where you came from, but you are our gift. We've always known you were special, and this, I suspect holds the answers as to why.
Clark stares at his mother, slowly walking towards the pod. He runs his hand over the symbols, frowning when he doesn't instantly understand it like he wishes he would.
Martha:
Inside, under the seat, there's a crystal. It never did anything for me, seeing as it was most likely made for you…
Clark nods, understanding her meaning, and looks inside of the shuttle, he reaches under the seat and grabs the green crystal.
Instantly flashes of strange things enter Clark's head, he sees cities, buildings, people. It's so much that it almost hurts and there is a cry of pain that is heard. However he doesn't let go, instead, he grips his hand tighter around it. The flashes stop and the scene settles in his parents' Kryptonian home.
Jor-El:
I was beginning to wonder when you'd discover this place, my son.
Clark:
(uncertain, apprehensive)
… Son? You… aren't my Father.
Jor-El:
(laughs)
But of course not, those humans that raised you are your parents in your eyes, I accept that. But your Mother and I… well we loved you very dearly. You, Krypto, and Kara are the last Kryptonians alive. Krypto is a hound, nonetheless, but still Kryptonian.
Clark:
Uhm… who's Kara?
Jor-El:
Your cousin of course! We sent her the same time we sent you. She'd be around twice your age… now. Unless she got sent off course, but I doubt that would happen… (pause) Nonetheless, my son, I'm sure you have questions. This crystal was designed to hold all Kryptonian Knowledge, from the planet itself, to the politics that governed the planet, to our own family history. But I suggest you build yourself a place of solitude to learn all of this, this crystal when it touches the ground may just help with that.
Clark:
What happened to… our home for you to send me here?
Jor-El:
Krypton ruptured from the inside, destroying the planet slowly through a series of quakes. The more often the quakes would occur, the closer it was to our world ending. The council, as you will soon learn, was the head of all decisions, your Uncle and I were head scientists. However when this conclusion came up, we were not believed despite our various pleads to try and save the Kryptonian race. I built the pods in hope I could save you and your mother, however your mother is a stubborn woman, and would not leave with you. Zor-El, your uncle, put your cousin in the pod that I hoped was going to be for your mother.
Clark:
Why here? Why Earth?
Jor-El:
As you've probably noticed you're not like humans. The radiation from Earth's sun has slowly increased your powers. We sent you here to be a hero, Kal-el. Because Earth needs a hero like you.
With that Clark lets go of the crystal, and the scene of the farm fills around him. The scene fades to black.