(June 18th, 1995 – Kansas Smallville – 11:37)
"Well, that was honestly the worse movie I have ever seen." Martha shook her head as she looked out of the passenger-side window of the truck at the night sky and the endless field of corn. "I mean really The Avenging Squad: Revenging what was that for a title, and that actor looked nothing like Super-Boy?"
Martha directed her question at the man in the passenger seat driving the truck back to their farm. Jonathan Kent just let out a low chuckle as he shook his own head agreeing with his wife, the movie had been a massive bust and had basically ruined his plans for a nice night out. That thought caused him to wince, they needed a distraction especially since they received the results from the hospital which had thrown their whole world upside down.
"Hey, don't blame me. Ethan told me it was a great movie and better than the last Vought film the Talon showed." Jonathan defended himself giving a chuckle at the snort his wife gave at his defence.
"Sure, right blame Ethan, for YOUR bad tastes in films." Martha snorted at her husband's feeble attempt to defend his terrible movie choices. "So was it Ethan that also suggested all those god-awful G-Men movies that you dragged me to."
"HEY," Johnathan stated loudly as he quickly glanced at his wife. "Those movies were goo-…. Well, some… I mean the, the, the FIRST one was good. Right?"
Martha was stone silent as she raised a single eyebrow at her husband before she could no longer hold back. She burst into tears keeling over forward as she started to laugh, Johnathan opened his mouth to try to defend himself, but he too suddenly started laughing. Jonathan actually had to grip the steering wheel tighter to prevent himself from causing the car to slip off the road and brought a hand up to his face to wipe away the tears.
"Oh god, they were truly awful right?" Jonathan asked his wife as he tried to subdue his laughter and wipe away the tears in his eyes.
"YES!" Martha exclaimed having wiped away her own tears as she just looked at her husband with loving affection. "Why on earth did you take me to watch them if you knew they were awful?"
"Well, they were Vought films you know, they were edgy, dramatic, everyone said they were cool, and they were all Rated-R," Johnathan started reminiscing about their high school days giving his wife a loving glance. "I wanted to impress you back then, appear you know like a -"
"Rebel?" Martha finished her husband's statement for him earning a chuckle from him and a nod of his head.
"Yes, like a rebel. All cool, suave and a real bad boy." Johnathan replied giving his wife a mischievous grin and glance that earned him a slap on the chest from her.
"Oh, stop it you old fool." Martha shook her head in disbelief as she let out a chuckle. "You know if had wanted to seem like a rebel you might have tried not dressing in your work clothes when you picked me up and begging your Pa for his truck?"
"Wait you know about that?" Johnathan asked surprised and in genuine shock, as he genuinely thought Martha had had no idea that he had begged nearly on his hands and knees for him to use the truck. He was now determined to figure out who had told on him. "Who told you?"
"Johnathan Hiram Kent, you live in a town called 'Smallville', EVERYONE knew that you begged your Pa for this old thing," Martha stated bluntly emphasizing her point by hitting the roof with her knuckles a few times. "…..and for your information, it was Nell that told me."
"NELL told you?!" Johnathan exclaimed in mock disbelief feeling slightly betrayed that one of his oldest friends had sold him out in high school.
"Yeah, but she was jealous that you had asked me out. Nell had a huge crush on you all throughout high school" Martha had a triumphal smirk on her face at the recapping of her first dates with her husband. "She was trying to get me out of the way, not that would ever have worked."
Martha then leaned over and planted a quick kiss on her husband's cheek causing him to feel instantly better about himself. However, once Martha was sat back down in her seat a mischievous grin appeared on his face and gave a quick sly glance at his wife.
"SO, Nell had a thing for me in High School?" Johnathan stated with mock enthusiasm as he raised his eyebrows at his wife with a grin on his face.
"Oh, YOU bastard!" Martha chuckled in her own mock rage as she started slapping her husband's arm in rage.
"OW, OW, OW Okay, okay I yield," Johnathan exclaimed as he tried to shimmy out of the way of his wife's attacks whilst also focused on keeping the truck on the road. "You know I only ever had eyes for you."
"Sweet talking will only get you so far," Martha stated as she ceased her attacks a grin settled on her face as she returned to looking out of the window at the endless fields of corn.
The pair fell into a comfortable silence for a while happy to just be content in each other's company as they returned home. However, after a few minutes, Jonathan heard a deep sigh escape from his wife's lips that she had evidently been trying to hide. As he looked over at her, despite being turned away from him he knew his wife had the same pensive sorrowful look on her face that she had had for the past several days.
'Ever since we had that dammed meeting.' The thought slipped into his mind causing him to grip the steering wheel tighter causing his knuckles to go white. He couldn't blame that look for appearing on her face, his wife had always been thoughtful and sensitive its why he loved her, so how else would her grief manifest but quiet mournful thoughts in her head. They had cried initially when they learnt that neither of them could have children, but after that Martha had become withdrawn and he often caught her staring into space.
He on the other hand had reacted poorly, which is why he had wanted a fun quite nice out that the good, awful Vought movie had ruined. Jonathan had cried and then thrown himself into his work like he always did when he got terrible news. He hadn't stopped moving in over 3 days not coming to bed until well past dark eating cold meals Martha had left out and raising long before she got up.
He had also all but trashed the baby room he and Martha had set up on the first night back from seeing the fertility clinic. Far from his proudest moment, he could still remember and would like to recall for the rest of his life the blank expression Martha had given him upon finding him a completely trashed room. The only thing he hadn't broken was the crib which was mostly because it was a family heirloom and craved from heavy oak, even Johnathan a fully grown would have a hard time damaging it.
"It's going to get better." Jonathan let out a low sigh as he turned to look at his wife.
"The weather, yeah we should be in for sun all next week," Martha responded not really looking at her husband her eyes still focused on the fields of corn outside.
"No that's not wh-" Johnathan let out a deep sigh as he stopped himself from talking trying to find the right words. "I know it all sucks right now, but I also know it's going to get better."
"HOW Jonathan? How is it going to get better?" Martha asked not looking at her husband, but he could tell she was fighting back tears. "HOW DO YOU possibly know it's going to get better?!"
"Because I love you," Jonathan responded immediately taking one hand off the steering wheel to place it on his wife's shoulder, she recoiled slightly from his touch.
"How can you, when I'm the one causing all of this." Martha's voice was barely above a whisper as she started sobbing but her husband still heard her.
"Oh god, Martha you are not the one causing this okay." Jonathan's heart sank into his stomach as he felt tears of his own threaten to break free. "I LOVE YOU. Okay nothing, and I mean nothing is ever going to change that."
Martha didn't respond she just continued looking at the window, as meteor shower stated to fill the sky, as she fought back tears clearly not believing her husband. I mean how could she, he had wanted kids since High School and now he would never have all because of her, she felt so useless.
"Martha please look at me," Jonathan stated softly his eyes now fully on his wife as he squeezed her shoulder trying to comfort her when she merely squirmed, he spoke again even softer. "Please."
"Jonathan." Martha sighed despondently turning to face her husband again her eyes leaving the streaking lights in the heavens as the meteor shower intensified. "Please just stop, I know your angry with me, that you hate me because -"
"WHOA HEY, I don't hate you." Jonathan cut of his wife in shock almost indignant that she could believe such a thing. "What on earth makes you think-… what have I EVER done that makes you think that I could ever hate you?!"
"Jonathan please." Martha closed her eyes as she let out a deep sigh, feeling the pain in her heart at having to drudge everything up again. "I saw what you did to the baby room and you've hardly spoken to me in 2 days. It's pretty clear that you hate me."
"FUCK THAT." Jonathan exclaimed in retort to his wife's declaration.
"Jonathan!" Martha exclaimed in shock, momentarily forgetting her grief. Her husband hardly ever cursed, she had known him since before high school, and she could count on both hands that number of times he had used foul language and still have fingers left.
"No, I am serious, FUCK THAT. I am not angry with you; I'm not upset either OKAY." Jonathan pressed on wanting to make sure his wife understood that he was serious. "I trashed the baby room because I was pissed at myself for failing you, and also for the same reason I haven't spoken to you for two days. Because I Am arrogant asshole and a major idiot. If anyone needs to ask for forgiveness its me. Can you?"
"Oh Jonathan." Martha stated genuinely touched at her husband's statement and then a little relieved that her fears of marriage breaking down were unfounded. "Of course, I forgive you."
"Well, that's good. Otherwise, whatever kid we end with, was going to be majorly messed up if we hated each other." Jonathan joked his voice bringing some levity back into the serious atmosphere that had engulfed the ancient truck.
"But Jonathan, you know that I can't -" Martha stated her voice going low as she herself went slightly pale, worried that Jonathan had lost his mind.
"SO, who cares. There are other ways of having a kid, like adoption. Your sister works for Vought International right, they run all those children's hospitals and care centres, maybe she can help." Jonathan offered an excited grin on his face as he tried to restore his wife's spirits.
"Jonathan." Martha stated with a chuckle as she sighed loving his attempts to make her feel better, but also, she knew she had to be the voice of reason to her husband's constant optimism. "Adoption is expensive and difficult. We spent so much at those clinics and the farm isn't doing so well."
"I know, but we can make it work." Jonathan stated planting a small his on his wife's forehead as he looked into eyes with adoration.
"And if we can't?" Martha asked worried about what would happen to them if adoption also proved a dead end.
"WELL," Jonathan stated in a very sarcastic and loud tone earning an eyeroll from his wife. "In that very unlikely case. I guess we will just have to be the cool childless Aunt and Uncle that spoil your sisters' kids rotten whenever they come to visit it."
"Oh really?" Martha asked raising her eyebrows and releasing a chuckle at her husband's relentless positive attitude.
"OH YEAH. I'm thinking mountain bikes for the boys and maybe a pony for that girl of hers. I'll start driving a motorcycle and wearing a leather jacket. Just like Five-Oh, yes sir I am going to be one cool Uncle" Jonathan declared with a grin that earned him a laugh and a slap from his wife as she shook her head at his ridiculous declaration.
"Oh what am I going to do with you – JONATHAN LOOK OUT!" Martha's voice suddenly shrieked as the windshield became filled with a massive bright light.
Jonathan hit the brakes hard as he too saw the light and feared his lack of attention had caused him to drift into the other lane into oncoming traffic. He also swerved and felt the front of his truck scrape against something that was streaking in front of him. His efforts proved in vain as whatever was in front of him caused the front of the truck to jolt to the side which combined with his swerving resulted in him ending up in the ditch at the side of the road.
"Martha are you okay?" Johnathan immediately turned to face his wife his hands going to her checking her to make sure she was alright; he was beyond relieved when a groan escaped her lips.
"I'm okay." She said hesitantly lifting her head up feeling a small bruise present from where it had been hit. "What did we hit?"
Jonathan made a move to answer when he suddenly felt the whole truck jostle again and lurch to the side, as a bright light illuminated the truck from outside briefly. The light quickly disappeared and as he looked outside his window to see what was happening, he saw a streaking trail of scorched earth and burning corn heading into the fields. He also heard what sounded like a series of small explosions, that was followed by the ground shaking slightly causing his truck to jostle again.
"Jonathan, what's happening?" Martha's voice sounded out next to him, it was clear she was scared she tried to move closer to him. "Is it an earthquake?"
"I have no idea," Jonathan responded hesitantly as he looked outside and saw the sky was now truly streaking with meteors, he unclipped his seat belt and opened his door. "Stay here I'm going to see what is happening."
"Jonathan please -" Martha reached out for her husband who turned and grabbed her hand to pat it reassuringly.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere but I need to check that the truck is okay" Jonathan reassured his wife before he moved outside to check the truck.
He struggled to keep his balance as he felt the ground constantly shifting beneath his feet, as bright lights were bursting forth illuminating the horizon, followed by the sound of small explosions. Jonathan's question as to what was happening was quickly answered as he saw a small meteor streak overhead and crash in the field across the road. The meteor strike was accompanied by the ground shaking again and a Jonathan stumbling to his knees, his arms failing out and catching the side of the truck.
"Jonathan?" Martha's voice cried out accompanied by the sound of the truck door opening and slamming shut. He quickly spotted her as she came around the other side of the truck worry on her face, which turned to panic as she saw him on the ground. "Oh my god, Jonathan are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Jonathan stated a wince escaping from his lips as he stood up feeling sore from where he landed on the ground hard, as he stood up he reached out to hold his wife terrified she was outside. "Honey you should wait in the truck."
"I'm not leaving you out here, whilst the world appears to be endi-" Martha was cut off by the sound of another series of explosions in the distance and the ground quaking causing her to grip her husband tight.
The two stayed where they were gripping each other tightly as the world continued to shake around them. However, after what felt like an eternity for them both the quaking and the bright bursting lights of meteors striking ceased. As Martha cautiously removed her head from her husband's shoulder, she cast a glance at the sky and saw that it was now clear, the stars were no longer falling and everything was quiet again.
She gave a sigh of relief as she looked up at her taller husband's face a smile of relief forming relieved that it was now all over. She moved to speak so did Jonathan to comfort each other when suddenly, a loud shrill sound rang out into the air that caused both of them to turn in its direction. The noise was unmistakably coming from the fiery scorched trail of the meteor that had streaked past them and created a path of direction into the field.
"Jonathan that's a -" Maratha stated her eyes wide as she heard the noise ring out again.
"A baby?" Jonathan finished his wife's sentence his eyes to going wide, before his instincts kicked in and he started running towards the noise, quickly followed by his wife.
As he raced down the fiery scorched path that meteor had created only to suddenly stop as he saw that it was no meteor. Standing or more accurately crashed before him was a slender sliver metallic pod that was glowing. However, as he stood there the glowing subsided and he heard a hissing noise occur and a hatch at the top of the pod opened up.
"Waah!"The shrill baby's cry sounded out clearer this time and before he could move, he felt Martha push past him and scramble over to the pod.
He stood there just staring at the pod as his wife carefully pulled something out of it, cradling it in her arms and gently swaying as she came back over to him. She was holding a red bundle of cloth that was squirming slightly but no longer making noise as Martha was gently speaking to it.
"It's alright, it's okay. Shhhh little one." She spoke with a gentle soothing tone the bump on her forehead forgotten about as she swayed slightly.
Once she reached Jonathan she carefully turned her body and gently pulled back the bundle of cloth to reveal a small baby boy with a slight tuff of brown hair. Jonathan immediately moved closer although he had yet to speak as he was still clearly in shock. He looked at the little baby boy who at that moment opened his eyes and looked up at him with bright blue eyes and reached out a hand towards him.
Jonathan gave a little smile and reached out a finger for the small boy to take only to suddenly, wince and cry out in pain. "AHHH!"
The baby immediately let go and looked shocked tears forming in his eyes, but didn't cry as Martha started to immediately bounce him trying to keep him calm.
"Jonathan, what is it?" She asked in alarm looking back from the baby to her husband.
"Ahh, hell." He said cradling his finger as he took several deep breaths before raising his hand back up and putting on a fake smile to calm his wife and the baby, speaking in a calm reassuring voice. "It's okay, It's okay. He's just got one hell of grip almost broke my, ow! Actually, no he's defiantly broken my finger."
Martha just stared at Jonathan wide-eyed and then looked at the boy in her arms with a hint of fear entering her mind. However, as soon as the boy turned and looked up at her the fear disappeared as her eyes met the baby's eyes. She instantly felt a connection as the baby boy with an almost complete understanding of what just happened, gently placed a hand on her cheek causing her to smile, which in turn caused him to giggle.
"Where the hell did, he come from?" Jonathan asked looking up into the sky in wonder and then back down at the craft laying crashed into the earth.
"It doesn't matter, he's a miracle, our miracle" Martha stated softly as she brought up a hand to cup the baby's face.
"Martha, we can't keep him," Jonathan stated softly worrying that his wife was letting the trauma and excitement of recent events cloud her judgement. "I mean what if someone comes looking for him?"
Martha just raised her eyebrows at her husband's statement as she looked at the metal pod laying on the earth next to them that causing her husband to give a look of defeat at that particular point.
"Okay, bad point but Martha babies just don't fall out of the sky" Jonathan pointed out, gesturing to the sky to emphasise his point.
"Why not?" Martha commented back quickly looking at her husband with confusion. "We have superheroes in this country Jonathan, created by God, people literally created by God with divine powers."
Jonathan was quiet at his wife's point as he didn't have an argument for that, everything he knew about superpowered people was the same as his wife. Everyone knew that superpowers were a gift from God and that America was the land blessed by God, a land that he decided should be the only one with superpowered people. So, his wife did have point, in a world such as that a child falling from the sky shouldn't be too abnormal, it just seemed so…. Comic book.
"So, is that much of a stretch that God decided to send us this little miracle, right when we were talking about taking in a child?" Martha asked her husband who was just quietly looking at his wife having no answer to her question which let her press on. "And what are the odds that we would be here to find this, MIRACLE, here? Don't you see Jonathan, we were meant to find him?"
Jonathan opened his mouth to respond he was a god-fearing man just like his wife and believed like everyone else that supes were gifts from God, but he just had a feeling this wasn't the case. He was about to try and argue but was cut off by the look in his wife's eyes and that of the small boy in her arms. The little boy in Martha's arms stretched out his tiny arm again reaching for him a look of wonder on his face, Jonathan again lifted up his hand and offered it to the boy who this time took hold of a single finger with surprising gentleness.
Any further argument Jonathan was about to make was defeated by the sound of the small boy giggling and looking at him as if he was the most important thing in the world.
"Okay, okay." Jonathan sighed realising the debate was pointless and that he wasn't going to win. "We will take him home, BUT the moment someone comes looking for him we going to have to give him up okay?"
Martha just broke out into a wide smile and started bouncing the baby in her arms up and down, causing the little boy to burst into a fit of giggles as she started speaking to him softly.
"Did you hear that you're coming home with us, yes you are" Martha spoke to the baby with loving admiration, as she tapped him on the nose causing him to giggle again. She then started to move back towards the truck ignoring her husband's statement, that they were going to have to return him.
'What the hell have I just agreed to' Jonathan sighed as he then looked at the strange metal pod that was before him, a sigh escaping his lips. 'Well I can't leave this here can I?'
He rolled up his self and headed back to his truck hoping that he would have some rope or something in the back to help him. Meanwhile, Martha was gently sliding into the passenger seat of the truck and was smiling down at the baby who had suddenly fallen asleep in her arms.
"I think I'll call you…Clark." Martha whispered with a smile on her face. "Yes my little miracle. Clark Kent."
(Author's Notes)
Okay, so I am dabbling into this story at the request of reddj3012, who wanted a Superman/The Boys cross over story and to be honest the concept intrigued me.
So here it is, this one is promptly set in the TV universe but aspects from the comic and other media will appear.
Now my main focus is my other story so I don't know the schedule for this one but I am going to try to keep to one so please stay tuned for more content.
A few things to note, due to this being set in the Boys Universe, their will be strong language, and scenes of graphic nature, so you have been warned.
Also, I have recently read the comics and rewatched the TV series, and have found that there is a strong religious theme that VOUGHT sold to the American public about compound V, so if Martha strikes anyone as too religious that is why.
Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
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