----somewhere in space----
jor-el was bored. actually, he was beyond bored. bored was counting to a hundred in kryptonian -- 5 times. bored was pouring over allavailable texts that information on that planet where kal-el seemed to have ended up landing : namely, Earth. However, all those texts now lay scatterd upon his sleeping quarters, having had very little useful information. he could always teach himself to speak one of the many languages spoken upon that planet, but that just seemed silly. kal-el would certaintly be able to speak kryptonian, so what was the point in learning some native language that he would have no use for afterwards?
jor-el leaned backward in his chair, only to be jerked upright by a loud, incessent beeping noise. it took him a moment to realize just what that noise meant.
they had arrived at earth. time for him to follow the trail that would lead him to his son's ship.
----smallville, kansas, the planet earth ----br
clark kent was having what was, most likely, one of the worst days of his life. everything just seemed to go wrong. first, he missed the bus (again), got a detention for being late, and somehow had managed to make, not only chloe mad, but lana and pete, as well. and now, the truck had stalled and he was stranded in the middle of nowhere with lana and pete, both of whom were still mad at him.
well, perhaps stranded wasn't the correct term. after all, he could get out of here no problem, and could get pete out, as well. however, that would mean revealing his powers to lana, and he just wasn't ready to do that ... yet.
clark sighed softly, stretching his arms up above his head, before turing to look at lana. obviously a bad idea. she had a look in her eyes that clearly said "stay away from me, clark". wonderful. just wonderful. he was stranded int he middle of nowhere with a pissed of lana, and pete wouldn't talk to him, either.
clark glanced quickly down the road as he heard the sound of a car -- or truck -- rumbling it's way toward them. pete was already dashing out into the road to try and flag the car down, only to stop dead in his tracks. his e yes were round with fear, and he glanced quickly back to clark, as if expecting some sort of explanation.
as pete glanced back to the road, clark followed his gaze -- and instantly understood the reason for his best firend's fear. who would have ever thought that a car could make the same type of noise as an alien space ship?
there was no doubt in clark's mind that what he was looking at was an alien space ship -- it was identicle to his own ship, hidden in the storm cellar back home, with the exception of it being bigger ........ much bigger. hearing lana make a small noise of fright, clark glanced back quickly at her, noiticing th way her hands shook slightly.
"hello kal-el." clark stiffened at the sound of that name, glancing around to see if the others had heard that voice. from the look on pete's face, they had. not that they would have understood anything, aside from the name of kal-el ........ and even that name wouldn't mean anything to lana.
clark licked his suddenly dry lips, eyes glued to the ship slowly touching down on the road before them. H e felt glued to the spot, unable to move, or even to speak. He had only recently come to terms with the fact that his entire home planet had evidently been destroyed, and that he was the last suriviving member of his race. And yet, this ship ........ it was just like his.
clark barely heard the yelled "clark!" that pete send his way, before there was a sharp pain in his forehad, and he glanced up toward the upper portion of the strange ship, to see a shadowy, dark-haired figure pointing some sort od device at him. and then ........ darkness.
jor-el was bored. actually, he was beyond bored. bored was counting to a hundred in kryptonian -- 5 times. bored was pouring over allavailable texts that information on that planet where kal-el seemed to have ended up landing : namely, Earth. However, all those texts now lay scatterd upon his sleeping quarters, having had very little useful information. he could always teach himself to speak one of the many languages spoken upon that planet, but that just seemed silly. kal-el would certaintly be able to speak kryptonian, so what was the point in learning some native language that he would have no use for afterwards?
jor-el leaned backward in his chair, only to be jerked upright by a loud, incessent beeping noise. it took him a moment to realize just what that noise meant.
they had arrived at earth. time for him to follow the trail that would lead him to his son's ship.
----smallville, kansas, the planet earth ----br
clark kent was having what was, most likely, one of the worst days of his life. everything just seemed to go wrong. first, he missed the bus (again), got a detention for being late, and somehow had managed to make, not only chloe mad, but lana and pete, as well. and now, the truck had stalled and he was stranded in the middle of nowhere with lana and pete, both of whom were still mad at him.
well, perhaps stranded wasn't the correct term. after all, he could get out of here no problem, and could get pete out, as well. however, that would mean revealing his powers to lana, and he just wasn't ready to do that ... yet.
clark sighed softly, stretching his arms up above his head, before turing to look at lana. obviously a bad idea. she had a look in her eyes that clearly said "stay away from me, clark". wonderful. just wonderful. he was stranded int he middle of nowhere with a pissed of lana, and pete wouldn't talk to him, either.
clark glanced quickly down the road as he heard the sound of a car -- or truck -- rumbling it's way toward them. pete was already dashing out into the road to try and flag the car down, only to stop dead in his tracks. his e yes were round with fear, and he glanced quickly back to clark, as if expecting some sort of explanation.
as pete glanced back to the road, clark followed his gaze -- and instantly understood the reason for his best firend's fear. who would have ever thought that a car could make the same type of noise as an alien space ship?
there was no doubt in clark's mind that what he was looking at was an alien space ship -- it was identicle to his own ship, hidden in the storm cellar back home, with the exception of it being bigger ........ much bigger. hearing lana make a small noise of fright, clark glanced back quickly at her, noiticing th way her hands shook slightly.
"hello kal-el." clark stiffened at the sound of that name, glancing around to see if the others had heard that voice. from the look on pete's face, they had. not that they would have understood anything, aside from the name of kal-el ........ and even that name wouldn't mean anything to lana.
clark licked his suddenly dry lips, eyes glued to the ship slowly touching down on the road before them. H e felt glued to the spot, unable to move, or even to speak. He had only recently come to terms with the fact that his entire home planet had evidently been destroyed, and that he was the last suriviving member of his race. And yet, this ship ........ it was just like his.
clark barely heard the yelled "clark!" that pete send his way, before there was a sharp pain in his forehad, and he glanced up toward the upper portion of the strange ship, to see a shadowy, dark-haired figure pointing some sort od device at him. and then ........ darkness.