I own nothing except the ideas of how I am planning to merge two divergent worlds into a hopefully coherent story.
Surprised (or not considering lack of reviews i get) no on caught or mentioned what should have been seen as a major mistake in recent chapters.
Not much action, some daily office grin for Lois, some offworld farming with Johnathon Kent, and introducing Clark and Maxima's children.
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Lois sighed blissfully as she took a sip of the precious elixir of life known to the world as a mochacchino. Her massive cup, easily twice the size of the so called large produced by the over marketed mass chain warmed her hand as she easily held it through the jostling of the crowd as they waited for the elevator in the lobby of the Daily Planet media headquarters. Beside her, Clark shifted and swayed in a subtle manner allowing the crowd to move around him without making contact as he avoided accidentally injuring anyone by allowing the hustle and bustle of the throng of people to bang into his unbreakable body. His slouched posture and closed in form seemingly took 4inches of height bringing him from his 6ft5in to a more common 6ft1in. His loos fitting clothes and loose stance also allowed him to more easily disguise his impressive physic and present himself as a more meek and mild mannered individual. Lois smirked as she again brought her magic cup to her lips to hide her smirk. He still drew some attention, especially from the females in the crowd, but not as much as he did in his other work outfit.
They finally managed to enter the elevator, and moved to the back. Knowing that sometimes the best prevention of being over heard was to simply talk quietly and not make a show of trying to hide their discussion by whispering or leaning their heads together, she leaned against the wall to continue the discussion they had been having since getting up this morning.
"So all this time, the Barda and Scott that were in the League were actually the pair from a different dimension?" she asked casually.
Clark nodded as he reached up and adjusted his glasses, the particular microscopic granules of coloured crystals inside altering the apparent colour of his eyes when he wore them were a bit annoying as to his vision, they were as visible everything else around him. This was a bit distracting at times, as when he wasn't paying attention and suddenly focus on them it could almost look to him like there was a large crystal of odd shape in the near distance, blocking hi view of the people and things around him.
"Yeah, they escaped Apocalypse and used a stolen motherbox to reach our dimension. They were looking for a place that they would be safe to allow them to basically detox from the various poisons and mind controlling substances fed to the population on their world. They needed to clear themselves of those in order to be able to have children. If they tried while still being infected with even a small amount of the substances, then their child would be born with both an addiction to those as well as an implanted obedience to Darkseid."
Lois frowned and shook her her, watching as some of the people stepped out onto the 3rd floor (accounting) and a few more stepped on, including a man she disliked from legal who was always trying to cut down her stories. "And it took years for them be be cleared?"
"Yeah, almost 5 years before the doctors at the Watchtower cleared them. They are still worried, but are now trying actively for a child. With the new, uh. 'real' couple arriving, the displaced pair decided it was time to step down and the new Barda and Scott gave them the option of going to New Genesis and they declined. I talked to the SGC and they had a list of worlds that were deemed not hospitable to human life, but that would fit well for the two of them. I brought them the list and they are going over some options of where they might want to live. They want to be out of any line of fire and untraceable by Darkseid or any others."
"A tough task, given what that craggy faced s.o.b. Is capable of doing. Not to mention the other trouble makers out there like the Goauld and Thanagarians."
"Still they have the right to try." Clark stated as the elevator finally reached the news room floor. He and Lois stepped past the other people, Lois 'accidentally' stepping on the legal representative's toes and uttering an insincere apology.
Lois headed to her desk while Clark followed. He didn't technically work here, but he did contribute some articles every once and a while and was no stranger to the busy individuals rushing around or typing away at their computers. He took the folding seat that was next to Lois' desk and looked around as she carefully set down her precious and then proceeded to start her morning routing of activating her voicemail to play any messages while powering up and logging on to her computer. She set her laptop back down by her feet under her desk and skipped through several messages from her mother and various angry individuals complaining about various stories she'd published about them.
"So what is on you agenda? You still accepting that job offer and stepping down from the SGC?"
Clark nodded. "Already sent the acceptance to the museum and MetU, and my notice to SGC. I also send word to the League that I am planning on scaling down my active role to only handle natural disasters or extreme emergencies. OF course, if something doesn't need my specific abilities, I'll step in, but I let them no I would not be going into any more battles unless it was indeed a case requiring me specifically and they should adjust their rotation to have someone covering Metropolis as well for the more . .. . casual crime fighting and battles."
"How do you think they'll take it?" She asked as she finally pulled up her email and the note on her current assignment.
Clark shrugged. "Some will be disappointed and think I've given up or am being arrogant, claiming my time too valuable to deal with 'lesser' things like muggings or bank robberies, but others will understand that I do deserve some time for my own life and that I don't need to spend ALL my time dealing with the stuff that can be handled by the regular cops or by those with both more time and less high profile lives." A beep came from his phone, and he pulled it from his pocket, quickly unlocking and seeing the waiting texts. He read through them quickly, and gave a nod. "Batman just said he would let John Henry know and increase his active patrol schedule as well as shift Kara and Shazam to cover this area on their rounds. Also mentioned that it was about time I step back and let some of the others get some work in." The pair chuckled at the thought of the notoriously fixated Bruce Wayne essentially saying it was time ANY one took time off to live a normal life and let others, potentially less capable, handles their duties.
A shout of 'Lane!" from the far side of the office floor drew their attention and Lois quickly stood and started moving towards the bellow. `She didn't stop moving as she reached the slightly open door, just pushed it open and walked in, ignoring the red headed young man standing in front of the old school wooden desk to take a seat in one of the leather covered chairs. Clark had remained in his seat by Lois' desk, but had tuned his hearing to be able to listen in.
"You called, Chief?" she asked sardonically as she relaxed into the chair.
"Damn right, I did." the older man stated gruffly as he chewed on an unlit cigar. He had given up smoking almost 15yrs before, but still chewed a dozen of the stinky stogies to pieces any given week as a manner of stress relief. "Just got word that the SGC is going to be holding an online pres conference and Q&A at around 1pm today. Rumour is they either found a new enemy or that there is going to be some massive personnel changes. At least one of the higher ups is stepping down, Samantha O'Neil is going to announce another pregnancy and also indicate that she is retiring from active duty. Jack O'Neill going to be promoted to outright command of the entire operation and also stepping down from any further offworld missions except for diplomatic duties requiring someone of his rank. Might be some others changing around too, if what I've heard is right."
Lois raised an eyebrow. She wasn't as close to the O'Neill's as Clark was but she had not expected either to be stepping down from active duty anytime soon. Sam could always return to her theoretical research with the SGC, NASA or any number of private corporations and Jack stepping down from offworld missions and into a purely administrative end diplomatic role was either going to bring Earth to the brink of another interstellar war or shake things up so badly other worlds will declare peace with Earth just to not have to deal with his abrasive and frankly, childish manner.
"And you want me on the call to get the full dirt and story?" she asked rhetorically, knowing that hr boss would want her more then the others to cover this story given her many connections to the agency and their mission. She'd been the first reporter taken on a combat mission with the SGC through the Stargate and it had won her many awards and accolades. She had a good report with many of the veteran SG members and more offworld experience then half the current roster.
"Yes, but I want you to see if Clark can be on too. He's got ties to them as well and I want his perspective on the potential impact the changes are going to have on the members of the teams. You know, the personal touches an such that he's good at writing."
"Well," she paused for a moment. "Clark is a bit busy today. He's actually standing down from his active duty himself as well and taking a position with the MetU and MetMuseum curating exhibits and teaching a course. He's supposed to meat with them today. I'll see if he has time and if he can get free, but I can't promise anything."
Perry nodded and tossed the cigar into the ashtray on his desk. "Well, that will make an interesting sidepiece if he wants to write it. About his personal experiences as a member of the SGC and their archaeological work as opposed to their more militaristic actions. Maybe throw in some stories about digs he was on off world and how they differed from digs on Earth. Try and tie in some of those digs to similar cultures here on Earth and compare what changes happened from one world to another." Now Perry stood from his desk, moving to the smaller side desk that he usually kept his mail. He pulled out a letter from a drawer and handed it to Lois. "Just got this 2 days ago. Richard is being allowed to come to Earth next week. We are going to release an article he wrote about his experiences as a Tokra and his life after the accident. I'd like you to add a small column of your own, talking about the accident and the decision to allow him to be implanted. He's already agreed that you should write it, and do it from your perspective I know. .. I know you don't like doing these kinds of articles Lois, and talking about your feelings isn't something that you enjoy, but I think that this needs to be done. While the world knows about aliens and the generalities of the SGC and the Goauld and all, they need a personally touch to bring it home to them. Yours and Richard's stories, as well as Clark's friend Pete, can do that.'
Make it real and visceral to them that it's not just something happening out there. That it can and does effect the regular person, not just the soldiers who are off on battlefields so far away that most can't comprehend just how dangerous and isolated they are from the people back home. I want to make sure that those soldiers have human face and that when they get home, their loved ones understand just what they were fighting and how much their love and support was needed. I do not want these brave men and woman to have to struggle the way that vets returning from Korea and Vietnam did to get back into their lives and find meaning in the little things that we all take for granted." A haunted look came into Perry's eyes. He'd been in Vietnam, and not as a journalist. He had been lucky to have a large family to fall back on and who were able to support him through the horrors of his experiences.
Lois' face softened. It was true that this kind of story was not her usual cup of tea, but for Perry and for Richard, she would do her best to express herself and her thoughts and feelings from those horrible days. It would be difficult to explain how hard it had been for her to allow the man she loved to essentially die and be implanted with a foreign entity into his body and then taken from her to another world. It had taken a long time to get over the pain of loosing Richard in such a manner, and to accept that while he was still alive, they could never b together as they once were. Yes, she'd had Clark there with her and having him around had helped ease that pain more quickly, but it had never fully faded and even now, she sometimes though of the life she could have had with Richard. Would they have children by now? Would Perry have stepped down already to let his nephew take over as the Editor? He was supposed to have retired at least 5yrs ago and had talked about handing over the reigns to Richard and herself and knowing he could do so secure in the knowledge they would uphold the traditions and integrity of the Planet's legacy.
Swallowing a sudden lump in her throat, she leaned forward. "All right, Chief. I'll start on that one this weekend." she agreed softly, her voice a little rough with rare emotion. Standing next to her, Jimmy shifted on his feet uncomfortably.
"Uh Chief, why'd you want me here?" the younger man asked as he did his best not to notice the emotion pouring out of the pair in the room.
"Olsen?" Perry blinked, looking confused for a moment as though he had forgotten the red head was even there. "What? Oh. Yeah. I want you to go through the prints we have of the SG personnel Find some good action shots of the O'Neill's and their team to go with Lois' article for tomorrows edition. I'm having Bryan type up the blurb and background info on the main operatives for the SGC for an online article going up after the conference this afternoon. I reached out and have a tentative agreement for an online one on one interview with Cat and one, Walter . .. Walter. . .. Walter something, long time crew member and assistant to the CO at the base for tonight."
"Right. On it Chief. I think I know just the ones." Jimmy Nodded, moving to exit the room before either they or himself broke out in tears in regards to the tragic incident of Richard White's near death.
Perry chuckled as the man eagerly made his way out of Perry's office and towards the elevator, stopping only to exchange some words with Clark at Lois' desk. "AND DON"T CALL ME CHIEF!" he bellowed after the other man.
Turning back to Lois and her small smirk, he shook his head. "Kid could have just gone through the photos on his computer but likes to get his hands dirty with the actual old prints and negatives. Still uses film instead of digital unless he has no choice." there was a hint of pride and respect in Perry's tone and Lois understood it well. Perry was not a big fan of the changing focus to digital media, even as he adapted to increasing the Planet's digital media presence while fighting to maintain their live print editions against he effort of the board to cut costs by going all digital.
"I'll talk to Clark. Even is he can't make it today, I'm sure he'll be happy to write a story about his role with the off world digs" Lois' smirk crew. "I bet I can even get him to talk his father into giving an interview or editorial on his off world experiences and the advances he's helped find and develop with crop growth."
Perry nodded. "Do that and I'll print anything they send in. If you have any other contacts with offworld who might be willing to share some stories, let me know. Maybe we can whip up a special addition focused entirely on SGC and the way their off world missions have impacted life here on Earth."
Lois stood and made her way to the door, pausing before exiting. "I'll get right on it. . .. Chief." She winked as she tossed the name back at him.
"DON'T CALL ME CHIEF!" he yelled out as she walked away, lightly chuckling at his long ignored demand.
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Johnathon Kent grunted as he stretched and twisted in the early morning light of a reddish tinged sunrise. He was just a few feet outside of a small portable cabin that had been assigned to him when he'd arrived on this far flung world to oversee the new crop procedures and planting. Soon it would be time to harvest the unusual purplish green vegetable they they were growing st this site.
While not the most appetizing in outward appearance, the crop of what they unofficially called purgres was a potentially life saving discovery. For it's size it contained 10 times the nutritional value of similar sized plants, and used about 1/5th the amount of water per growing cycle. A field of this size, about 10 acres, could be cycled through 4 harvests in a year, It grew fast and was a perennial which mean if you planted a field and left it over winter, then come spring, no need to replant except for any potential loses due to weather. And while it might not be the best looking veggie out there, the taste was pretty interesting. Almost like a cross between a citrus fruit and a spicy cucumber. Like eating a slice of cucumber and orange with a banana pepper chaser.
Some of the other crops were nearly as versatile as this, and most that were native to this planet did have a bit of kick to them. Some of the staff and other members of the team had taken to calling this place 'SpiceWorld' given the preponderance of chili pepper-esque most of the produce they were testing offered. Not being a fan of bad puns (as far as he let his staff know), John never called it that- at least where they could hear him. He stuck to the official designation of P3P3RY. Which, in private with Martha or Jack O'Neill and a few select others, he pronounced as Peppery.
He turned back to the main shed that had been built and started towards it, his joints akin in the slightly cool morning air. The average climate of this region was similar enough to that of Kansas in spring or fall that he was not too disturbed or out of sorts but the over night temperature dropped a bit more quickly and the day time temp took longer to warm up his old bones. Soon though, he'd be able to return home, and as he'd been here for over 6months already, he was eager to sleep in his own bed and look over his own fields. Although, if he recalled the timing correctly, it was almost the middle of winter back in Kansas. . . 'Maybe stay another couple of months and miss out on that snow.' he thought to himself with a snort. 'Martha would kill me.'
He entered the lab and saw his assistant going over a report near the large coffee machine where tantalizing aroma of morning brew drew him like bees to a flower. He poured a half mug and downed it in two gulps before pouring a mug with the decaf horror. His doctor had said he was starting to see danger signs in his blood work and internal testing so John had agreed to cut back on alcohol and caffeine as well as sugar and cholesterol rich foods.
"Morning Jeff. Is that the report from our site over on C3?" he asked as he took a slow sip of the abomination.
Jeff looked up from the report, nodded. "Yes, it seems that the team we left caught some kind of burrowing animal ripping through the roots of the crops they planted. The beasts weren't eating anything, just ripping apart the roots, making the plants die. One of the zoologist is running tests on the animal, but the crop was a field of gourds. A mix of pumpkins, squash, eggplant and cucumber. They think something in the plants was having a negative reaction with the animals so are testing to find out what it is. Also planting an underground fence to try and save as much of the crop as they can, but the on site team recommends that we leave the field fallow after this crop and don't replant this family of Earth crops next season."
John nodded as he listened and considered the situation. "Check with C4 as well. We have somewhat similar style planting there and I want to know if they've seen signs of any issues with local wildlife. We were hoping to make this essentially a garden world for planting. Minimal large wildlife, no large wood forests, a massive amount of very fertile land at least 3 times that of the breadbasket of the Midwest in the State. But if our main food crops are going to cause issues with native wild life, as innocuous as they seem, I want to know and I want alternatives. We still have a half dozen other worlds assigned to us for potential farm worlds. If this is unsuitable no point wasting too many resources trying to force suitability. We can turn it over to a civilian exploration company to see if they can make use of it. Given the predilection of the plant life here, I think much of the potential edible plants would do well in some of the south Asian populations. Might not be your average American or Continental European tastes, but would fit well in Indian and Thai cuisine."
Jeff nodded and made a note on his pad. "I'll have hem send you the report on the animal and what exactly is causing its behaviour to you as soon as they have some results." he shifted that report to the bottom of the pile he was carrying. "There was bit of an incident at C8. One of the farmhands there got flat out drunk and started a brawl with some of the off duty security. NO major injuries. Bruised knuckles and split lips, a couple of black eyes and such. But this is not the first time this woman causes issues and it's always with the same SG team when they are off duty. I had Luke check into it, and it turns out the woman is the sister of a man who used to be married to one of the SG members. The man, Sargent Evans, divorced his husband after having an affair with a member of his team, Sgt Stone. The woman basically raised her brother and took exception to the fact that the two men responsible for breaking his heart were not only allowed to be stationed together, but they were stationed here after she had been here almost a year."
John sighed. He had not signed up to play relationship counsellor "I'll talk to the SGC, see if we can have that team shipped off to another of the farm worlds. And have her sent home for a rotation. If she's been here that long, she's been here too long. This is not yet a permanent settlement and she needs to move on. After a few months back home, and a stint in therapy, I'll get her assigned to one of our more established worlds were there is more of a permanent presence."
"Let me know if you need anything else. For now, I have to head over to C2 and check in with Dr Jones and Dr Smyth. They are 2 days late with the report on the crops they were testing that new growth formula on."
'Yeah,' John though to himself as he reached the line of serving trays were their morning meals were staying warm over little blue flames. 'Definitely time fr me to get back home myself and spend time with my wife.'
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Maxima smiled gently as she watched her beloved children playing in the small enclosed garden field. She was sitting on a soft reclined seat, one hand gently caressing the bump that housed the child growing within her, the other idly swirling a glass of fresh jiwan juice. She'd rather have a glass of Thanagarian Ice Wine or even an Oan Brandy but the doctors recommended that with her current impregnated condition carrying the first triple race hybrid that she reduce any unnecessary risks. It was not a major loss, considering the rewards, but she still missed the slight buzz she would get from indulging in the occasional alcoholic beverage.
A squeal from the youngest of her children drew her attention and she near dropped the glass in surprise. He youngest daughter, not even 8years of ago was hovering several feet off the ground while her older brother and sister stared up at her with amazed and confused looks on their faces. Maxima shared their confusion. While not unheard of for an Almeracian of royal blood to start demonstrating early signs of their telekinetic and philatelic talents, including self levitation, it was rare indeed for those signs to manifest in one as young as her little Marta. Even Maxima had only started to show her power when she was about 12. It should have been either her oldest daughter Loxani or her son Janel who first showed such skill. The pair had started to recently hover slightly an inch or two at most when experiencing strong emotions, such as when Maxima had tried introducing Loxani to the son of a high ranking New Genesis envoy about her age and her daughter had angrily thrown the (admittedly true, but undiplomatic stated) spoiled brat around the room like, what was that game Kal had introduced her to? Ah, yes, Like a pinball.
Dispelling the surprise, Maxima carefully placed her glass on the table next to her chair then stood and made her way to her children. IN this garden and for this time, the 4 were as alone as it was possible for an Almeracian royal to be. No servants and minimal guards at the only 2 entrances. Just a mother and her children enjoying a break on a pleasant day. "Marta! How wonderful!" she exclaimed happily as she floated up and pulled her daughter into a hug. She felt the moment her daughter lost control and was glad she was holding her. A fall of a mere dozen or so feet would hardly be of issue to one of her genetic heritage, but the surprise and shock of the fall might have caused some emotional distress to the sensitive young girl. "you are already showing signs of you heritage! I am so proud of you, my dear." As she lowered them to the ground, she reached out with her mind and opened her arms, encapsulating all three of her children within her embrace. "I am so proud of all of you. You are, all three, everything a mother, and a queen could wish for."
Pride filled the three not only at the praise, but at the though that their mother phrased it that her role as their mother imparted more emotional impact then her role as queen to their accomplishments. "soon, you'll be whizzing around in the air as easily as your father or I. In a way I don't look forward to it, you little preka. You already cause me so much worry with your antics on the ground. How ever will I keep up with you when you can zoom around like a chichi bird?" She glanced at her other children. "And let's not forget that i heard from your instructors. Loxani, already producing telekinetic blasts that can knock a guard back, and you, Jamel I heard you set some drapes on fire with beams from your eyes. How wonderful! I must contact your father and let him know that your abilities are beginning to come in." A thought crossed her mind at some recent discussions she'd had with her beloved husband and his other wife. Oh, they might deny her classifying them as such, but she was Queen here, and in her Empire, with the birth of their children, Kal-El was legally regarded as her husband and technically since she was carrying a child of his and Lois' blood, that made them married to each other and to her as well. They, due to their limited Earth upbringing, might not agree, but in her mind, and in the minds of all Almeracian subjects, Kal and Lois were her spouses and she would NOT allow any to dispute that fact.
"You know, children, I was talking to your father and to our wife and she mentioned something that I was not enthused in considering at the time, but perhaps now, it might be something to contemplate." she stated as she looked down at the three. Marta was beginning to float up again, and even Lox and Jar were a few inches off the ground.
"What is that mother?" asked Lox, who was usually the one to speak for the three as it was her duty as eldest to lead them.
"Lois mentioned that our beloved was missing being able to spend time with you three and that if it was possible to arrange, that perhaps it might be good for the three of you to spend some time on Earth with him and his family. Perhaps even as much as an Earth year or two, allowing the three of you to enrol in Earth schooling so you have a better understanding of your father and your connection to his world." She smiled at the excited but dubious looks on their faces. "Now i know that Earth is a technological backwater, but there are a great many things that can be learned from the people of that world. Even I learned how to be a better Queen and a better person after spending some time among them. And of course, you father was raised by Earthlings and there is no finer man in the universe. They raised him to become the only man worthy of being my husband and your father, so they must have some knowledge they can impart to you that is of some worth."
Loxani still looked dubious while Marta and Jamel were starting to let excitement grow. This would be a new adventure for the three, being away from the palace and living with 'common' people, living like 'common' people do. "What of our studies and our friends? What of our duties?" the eldest asked as she bit adorably at her bottom lip.
Maxima waved her daughter's concerns away with her hand. "It is not unusual for members of the Royal family to resign from public life for a short while when they are around your age. We can announce that you are going to Earth to learn from your Father and members of his League about some of their customs and histories. We can send you some material so that you don't fall behind on your traditional studies, and as for training such as your combat training and tactical training, well some of the finest warriors in the universe live on Earth and could teach you as much if not more then any of your tutors here could hope to impart. If you can learn even a little from those such as Batman and that stuck up harridan Wonder Woman in physical combat or from the various Green Lanterns or the Martian Manhunter how to more easily harness your psionic abilities, then you will be well beyond the other trainees in your training classes." Maxima frowned and sighed, looking away from her children. "Though I am loath to admit it, Wonder Woman is every bit my equal in skill with a blade and in physical strength. If she accepts and is not too prim or full of herself, she has much she could teach you. And then your father of course can help you learn to harness the gives of you blood lines through his family." She looked back down at the children, not used to revealing a potential weakness to anyone, not even her most beloved younglings. "Why don't the three of you head inside, get cleaned up, and we can meet in an hour in the dining room for the mid sun meal? We can discuss the options and possibilities and even try contacting your father or Lois to see about making arrangements for your visit, should you desire to go?" Her hand drifted to her stomach again. "I myself will be on Earth soon and likely for at least a year anyway to help provide care for this little one once it is born. Sadly, Lois will need my help to care for the little one until it no longer requires my psionic bond or natural feedings."
The three children blinked and looked down at her slight bulging stomach as though only noticing for the first time that their mother was once again with child. "Oh. Yes. That's right. You are carrying a 4th child." Loxani stated, brows furrowing into a frown. "It is highly unusual for a Royal to birth this often. I thought the standard was 2 children, mother. Why, after already having a 3rd, are you risking the succession by having a 4th child?"
Maxima smiled again at her eldest, proud of her consideration of duty and the family dynasty. "This child, while always your sibling, will not be in line for succession. While I carry the child and shared my genetic heritage with it, it is the child of your father's and of Lois. After it's birth, it will be raised by Lois and Kal on Earth, not here on Almerac." Maxima went on to explain how she had come to carry the child and the reason for the roundabout gestation.
"But if humans are too weak to be able to properly carry a child of Father's then how can you condone carrying a child with such a genetic weakness?" asked Jamel as he considered what his mother had explained. "You and our instructors have taught us that the goal of life is to find and interact only with the most powerful of potential mates. Why bother helping on who is so inferior that they can not even become pregnant with your offspring?"
Maxima sighed as she realized that she would have to start weeding out certain no longer suitable tenants of their peoples teachings."My son, while there is still some truth in wanting to find a mate with enough power to handle your own, it has been shown that sometimes, Love and respect are just as valuable and legitimate a reason for choosing a mate as breeding a powerful offspring." She reached over and carressed the young boys cheek. "If your father thought the way we were taught, then none of you would be here and I would be alone, still searching for a mate worthy to grant me the blessing the three of you have been in my life."
The boy's eyes widened for a moment even as he leaned into his mother's increasingly rare touch. As they grew, Maxima had began the process of trying to isolate herself and allow them to grow and mature into Almeracian Royals. "What do you mean, mother? Why would Father not have mated with you?"
Maxima sat on the grass, pulling the three children down with her. "If your father adhered to such a belief, then the only living woman who he could possibly consider as a mate was untenable for reason of already being of his blood: his cousin, Kara. The only other living true Kryptonian. All other beings are lesser when compared to the perfection of Kryptonian genetics. If he adhered to only mating and breeding with someone of equal or superior genetics, then he could no mate any but a Kryptonian or possibly a New God." She gave a weak smile to the wide eyed trio leaning against her. "Consider that you all owe your existence to your father helping me to see that sometimes, it is more important to have love and respect for you mate then simply a genetic profile indicating perfection. When the time comes, I hope that all of you find someone that can match you in all ways, and that you can love and respect as much as I love and respect your Father and Lois."
The trio exchanged looks, much of the conversation a little over their heads, but understanding the underlying emotions wafting off their mother as she thought of their father and each deciding that even if they didn't understand now, they wanted to have that kind of connection and affection for their future mates, regardless of any genetic disparity between them.
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