Refugee
"Chapter One"
This story includes Male/Male. Clark/Lex. It takes place in season 9. Clark is a reporter for the Daily Planet, and Zod has already been sent away. He just isn't Superman yet. Lex was never killed, and this is obviously AU. I need to include the major warnings at the top of every chapter. Thank you in advance, my loyal readers, and don't forget to review!
1989 Unknown Location: MIB Headquarters
"This is Kal-El of Krypton, our infant son, our last hope. Please protect him and deliver him from evil. We will be with you, Kal-El, all the days of your life." Zed finished as he read from a message he'd received from a former Agent. His gaze resting on the solo Agent before him. The only one with high enough clearance to know about what the repercussions of this message could mean.
"This is not good." Agent K replied grimly. "The soldiers from Kandor have been the only defense the Milky Way has had from the remaining Bogladites."
"Once news of Krypton's destruction reaches this system, I fear we may have more than a few impending wars on our hands. We need to find this kid. Something could easily go wrong. It won't take the kid long to generate the abilities Kryptonian's are known for away from their systems red sun." Zed added.
"This child is from the House of El? Do we know if he's the Scion's or the second's?" Agent K asked in curiosity.
"From what I understand Zor-El was last known to be in the phantom zone. Let us hope it is the child of Jor-El. He would make sure the child was taught the path of his ancestors. That of a protector."
"For the sake of life on earth, let us hope so. . ." Agent K said as he felt goosebumps fill his arms. Zor-El and Dru-Zod had both been charged with trying to usurp Kandor. This culture had the most advanced technology that the MIB had ever seen. Even while they chose to reside under the red sun, they could destroy single planets with the sheer amount of technology they had created. The Brain InterActive Construct being one of the most feared. This "being" more like a robot, had all the abilities of a Kryptonian under a yellow sun and none of their weaknesses. Only able to be delegated by the House Of El, the Royal blood of Kandor.
Both men were lost in thought as they contemplated the repercussions that were to follow the destruction of such an important race to not just "a" galaxy, but their galaxy. Neither knew how long the search for Kal-El would take them.
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New York, New York: 2010
J was walking as fast as he could to keep up with the brisk legs of his partner K, or Kay, depending on who you were. "So who's this former Agent S, and why didn't he get nueralized when he retired?" J asked as they reached what was the edge of an empty lawn. Next to a water tower that displayed the name of New York City.
Agent K didn't look at his partner as he began to respond. "Agent S, or Virgil Swann, was chosen to become a diplomat between Earth and an ancient civilization that as far as the MIB knows, no longer exists, except the one we're here to pick up and escort to the funeral." This time K did glance at J. "This is someone you do not want to get even slightly mad. For once, I'm begging you, don't be you while we're on this mission. Zor-El could easily destroy this entire planet if he so chose."
J had known K to be strict in his warnings with other races but never had he heard they would be able to destroy Earth without calling for their mothership or brethren. "Chill, Kay. We're good" J said as he looked around.
"I'm serious J. The reason we have different guns this time is that the only known way to pierce a Kryptonian's skin under the Yellow sun is with the Kryptonite crystals, that have been melted into bullets." The older man intoned.
Before J could respond the duo were interrupted when a sudden scorch mark flashed into the grass. Charring the yellowing ends into dust. J didn't have time to look at the unique S symbol before the form of a man suddenly appeared. Standing in the middle of the symbol.
As he approached the two men, they were somewhat relieved to see the humanoid alien was dressed in a black Armani Suit that would rival that of the Luther's. "Agent K?" The man asked in an accent similar to a slight British lilt, addressing both of them. Apparently not knowing which one was who.
"Zor-El, thank you for taking the time to come out to Earth for this." Agent K said offering his arm for the Alien to shake. Grasping the man's forearm with practiced ease.
"It is no problem at all. We used to send a delegation from the council to attend our diplomat's passing and choosing of the successor. That is no longer an option." Zor-El said emotionless
"Thank you, all the same. I know Virgil would be glad to know you were the one who attended." Agent K said sincerely. "We should get going if we wish to arrive in time." He added. Abruptly turning and walking towards the car they had parked down the street.
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Clark and Lionel had arrived somewhat late to the funeral for Clark's old friend Virgil Swann. They had taken a private Luther jet and arrived at the airport with time to spare. Clark had just been very nervous about attending. His mom had told him a while ago that Virgil had shared his findings with his wife. Bridget Crosby. She was the one who was giving the memorial.
Clark could feel a heavy presence in the room from where he stood. It was similar to the feel of Zod's presence. Only more potent, and less toxic in its feel. If he had to guess, he would bet there was another older Kryptonian here. He dared not mention it to Lionel to try to get Jor-El's attention though. The other member of his not-so-dead race would be able to hear him, and he'd be outed in an instant.
Lionel and Clark stayed in the back for what felt like hours. Bridget had come to him to greet him.
Everyone else had left, Virgil was cremated, and Bridget had told him he knew there would be 'foreign' visitors. Had he known about this other Kryptonian who he now knew to be seated in the front right of the room? An odd black shape seeming to be next to the other Kryptonian. If he looked hard enough, Clark could see the form of a tie show through the shimmering air. Almost like there were people there.
Glancing towards Lionel, who was standing stock-still. Staring ahead, like he knew Clark was warring with himself. It wasn't really that he was second-guessing delivering the message he wanted to lay by Virgil's urn, but it was the aura coming from the other Kryptonian. Something about it made him feel like there was pressure on his chest.
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J and K were silent under their cloaking devices, both wondering who the young man in the back was. They watched as he slowly approached the altar. Nearly hugging the wall on the opposite side of the room. He seemed to stop when he reached the ends of the chairs. Staring unblinkingly at Zor-El as if weighing an internal battle.
They watched as he approached the altar the urn was set upon. Unfolding a piece of paper he'd had in his pocket, and setting it on the altar.
K watched in trepidation as Zor-El began approaching the kid. They apparently could tell too, as he'd turned around and was now staring at Zor-El like a deer caught in the headlights.
"What is a Paladin of Naman doing on Earth, alone, before their majority?" Zor-El asked in confusion.
"How do y-" The kid began, only to be interrupted when K canceled his cloaking device, stepped around the chairs, and aimed his Kryptonite-loaded gun at the older alien. J then following suit on the other side so they had him on both angles. The kid's demeanor making sense now.
"Zor-El! I know you're a Harbinger, you touch that Paladin, and I won't hesitate to load you with Kryptonite!" K demanded, his voice edged with steel.
"It is alright, Agent K. Zor, and Kal-El are of the same blood." A deep voice said from their left. Causing all heads to turn to a slim man of older age, with a wild mane of hair. He was dressed in a custom-tailored suit, just as Kal-El seemed to be. His eyes though were a completely milky white. No iris or pupil at all.
Turning to the new man, Zor-El spoke. "You always were too smart for the council's liking, Jor," He said with a smirk.
The man, Jor, hummed in agreement. "Tone down your aura, brother, you're scaring my son, and he does not scare easy. He does not know how to block aura reading, yet."
"Jor? Jor-El?" K asked in surprise.
"Yes," Jor responded simply. The same accent to his voice as Zor-El. Though it seemed out of place somehow.
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Clark knew that if his dad were alive, he'd be getting a serious talking to right about now. And honestly, maybe he needed one to snap out of this. This wasn't happening. There weren't two government agents who knew he was an alien right in front of him, and he couldn't believe Jor-El was holding a conversation with them as he sat awkwardly in the front row of the funeral home like a naughty child. He couldn't help but put his head in his hands. If only for a second.
Clark was about to grab his phone and text Lex when an imposing figure he knew to be his uncle, now, sat in the chair next to him. The uncle that had tried to kill him before he made it off of Krypton. The same uncle who sent Kara to kill him when he failed. The rage and injustice he felt toward Kara and himself was simmering beneath his skin. He hated Kryptonians. They always messed with his life. He just wanted to live his life with Lex, as they'd planned.
Before he could think on the matter Clark was blown off his seat as a brilliant white and yellow ray of light sprang from his chest and knocked Zor-El to the floor as he rolled off the chair he had just sat in.
Zor-El was the first to recover. Sitting up he was grasping his chest as if he were having a heart attack. Clark on the other hand was overcome with a severe dizzy spell as soon as he was thrown to the floor. He was still laying on the ground face-up staring at the ceiling.
The first one to reach Kal-El was Agent J. He had run to the man's prone form and kneeled beside him to see if he was alright. He had skipped Zor-El due to the man being awake and moving, Kal-El seemed stunned. As he kneeled closer to check a pulse as he normally would, J noticed the younger Kryptonian started writhing on the floor as if he was being burned alive but while sleeping. It was the oddest thing he'd seen. Before he could ask K if he could come help, he turned and heard K ask him; "Throw me your gun, J. Hurry!" Shocked at the request, J pulled said weird gun out of his belt. Greatly transfixed now, the dull dark green crystals in it he had seen earlier were now glowing bright lime green.
"K!?" J asked in confusion. Not knowing what on earth was going on.
"Hurry!" Was K's response. Ignoring the question J seemed to ask.
As the younger agent tossed the glowing gun towards his partner, he was seriously confused when it stopped glowing and the figure beneath him seemed to recover. From both his original dizziness and his mysterious seizing. "What was that, man?" J asked in confusion, slowly standing from the adolescent.
"Congratulations," Zor-El said condescendingly. "You didn't kill him"
"What?" J asked in shock. "What does that mean?"
"That's what the kryptonite does to them," K stated dully. Seemingly aware of how much more serious this evening had gotten. "It can kill in large doses and incapacitate at minimum."
"You're saying I almost killed this kid?" J asked in shock.
"No," Zor-El said. "Just about knocked him out, though." He added as he noticed Jor-El now helping his nephew up from the floor.
"Jeez. Man, I'm so sorry" J said pleadingly.
Clark seemed to be back to his normal level of energy, and could still feel the darkness seeping out of Zor-El. To his benefit, he was able to ignore it more after that weird light show. "You're OK. Definitely not the first time, and probably won't be the last contact I have with it"
"Wait," K said in question. " You have had contact with this before?"
"Uh. Yea" Clark said unsure if he should admit anymore without his mom here.
"I thought we collected it all before you arrived from the destruction. We were prepared to look for you at that time, but nobody knew where you were predicted to be. Where Jor-El chose your landing to be." K said conversationally. Hoping to put the younger alien at ease. He could see the tension in the man's body. Kal-El was not ok with this, and he could tell.
"You knew about me?" Clark asked surprised.
"Yes," K stated.
Clark couldn't stop the shiver of fear pass over him. He could have had a different childhood. One inside the government. The words of his dad ringing in his ears. Never let the government know. He didn't want to be kept in a cage like a lab rat.
"Agent K?" Jor-El asked. "We may want to continue this at the emissary"
K looked at his watch and his eyes opened in shock. "I agree. We've overdone our time here."
"I will meet you there. Agents." Zor-El said simply. Bowing as he seemed to disappear in a zip of color and a face full of wind. His exit unsurprisingly scared Agent J who wasn't expecting anything of the sort.
Agent K walked past the two leftover Kryptonians and motioned with his hand to follow him. The other Agent was tight on K's heels and the two stragglers slowly rose and caught up to the two they were following. The group of men reached an expensive-looking car and were all ushered to get in by K, who took the driver's side.
Clark couldn't help but have questions, and as he was seated firmly in the back with Jor-El he was able to secure his seat belt before he noticed Lionel was back in control of their joined body.