Jor-el leaned back in his chair, staring at the computer console in front of him. The Guild had sent him a message -- lengthy for them, but only covering two paragraphs. But, for all of it's shortness, it conveyed a world of bad news.
They were angry at him for leaving so abruptly, and not telling anybody where he was going, for starters. They liked to know what their members were doing, and that was kind of impossible when one of them dissappeared for days on end. The ship Ichor was waiting in port for him to unload, the owners seeming to only trust him to do things proper and not try to steal anything. Not that he blamed them, really ........ some of the other people he worked with were some pretty shady characters.
And thus, he was in a hurry to get back to Telth, headquarters of the Guild. They were not the best people to have angry at you.
Glancing behind him, Jor-el couldn't help but smile as he laid eyes upon his son. Even without the scanners, it had been easy to tell which person had been his son, out of the three he had found standing there in themiddle of that road. He obviously hadn't been the girl, and the other boy's skin had been the wrong color. Also, the fact that Kal-el was the spittong image of himself when he was younger helped matters a great deal.
Heaving a sigh, Jor-el slowly stood up, walking to one ofthe back compartments of the ship. He had a report to file, and now was as good a time as any to get it done.
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Clark slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the pain in the back of his skull. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and he was having a hard time just keeping his eyes open. It was strange ........ he couldn't remember a time before when he had been in this much pain, except perhaps that one time when he had been without his powers, due to a lightning strike. But even that had been different -- then the pain had been centered on certain parts of his body, and he had gotten tired more wasily. Now ........ now his entire body felt like it was wreathed in flames, with needles jabbed into the oddest of places.
Turning his head slightly, and wincing as he did it, Clark's eyes widend as he caught sight of the view outside of the long window to right right. Beyond was a deep blakness, with tiny dots he recognised to be stars. There was no end to the blackness, and no planets in sight.
p
He wasn't on earth anymore. He was on a ship ........ in space.
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and Clark found himself short of breath, gasping for air.
How had he gotten here? Clark searched his memory, straining to remember what he had been doing before he awoke on the flor of this mysterious ship. He didn't have long to think it over, however.
The ship suddenly jerked, as if it had bumped into something. clark was sent skidding across the floor, and a strange beeping noise could be heard emnating from the front of the ship. Clark's head swung around as a man suddenly stepped into the room from a door he hadn't noticed before, at the back of the ship.
It was ........ Memory suddenly came flooding back, of this man shooting some kind of weaspon at him, with Lana and Pete watching close by. Who was he? What did he want? HAD HE HURT LANA OR PETE?
Clark could feel the anger building up inside of him, threatening let loose in a tidal wave. somewhere int he back of his mind, he knew that he had to calm down, that this wasn't the time to lose control. That could wait until later, when he had a better understanding of what was happening.
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Jor-el glanced quickly at his son, before making a beeline for the computer console. He'd barely gotten halfway through his report when he'd been thrown from his seat, landing at a rather uncomfortable angle on his small bed. His side was now sore, and he wanted to know what the HELL was going on.
fingers skimming over the console, jor-el felt a grin slowly spreading over his face. when would Alna learn to send a message, rather than just ramming his ship? He'd haveto have a talk with that boy, one of these days.
Chuckling softly, Jor-el brought the communications screen up, waiting for Alna to respond to his hails. It could take a while -- the boy wasn't known for paying attention to his communications console too much.
That crisis safely taken care of, Jor-el turned around to stare at his son. Kal-el had risen to his knees, but seemed to be having trouble standing up, or doing anything more than just kneeling there, staring up at Jor-el. Jor-el frowned, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully, before it suddenly hit him -- gravity, and the lack of the sun.
Kal-el earned his powers from the sun -- powers that Jor-el had tested out before finding his son. When he had entered the earth's atmosphere, his bones had suddenly felt stronger, more resiliant, and he had found that any fatigue he might have had, had been washed completely away. After a little bit of expermintation -- and broken, tipped over furnitre -- he had found that he could run faster than more vehicles back on Teleth, and his strength had increased atleast tenfold.
And, of course, there was the fact that gravity on this ship was different from that of the backwater planet of Earth. Earth's atmosphere was relatively light, compared to that of Teleth, whic had a similar gravitational pull to that of Krypton. Kal-el just wasn't used to the extra weight ........ but he would get used to it, of the Jor-el had no doubt.
Kneeling in front of the boy -- or young man, for a boy he wasn't -- Jor-el reach of a hand gently brush back a strand of wayward black hair, only to have Kal-el jerk back, as if afraid of his touch. What ..?
"Do you know who I am?" Jor-el asked, eyes narrowed and lips thinned to a straight line. True, he hadn't seen Kal-el since he was a baby, but he has just automatically assumed that Kal-el would remember him. Perhaps he had been wrong in that assumption.
Apparently, however, Kal-el remembered nothing of his Kryptonian heritage, for instead of anwering the question that Jor-el hd directed at him, he simply stared back, confused.
"What?" Was the only response he recieved, in a language Jor-el recognised to be of the planet Earth. 'Even if he hadn't taken the time to learn the languages of the planet, he had acquainted himself with how they sounded.
Apparently, this was going to be far more difficult than he had first imagined.
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Sorry about how long it took for me to get this chapter up and running :) Now, about the reviews ...
lode -- okay, okay, i get it! grammer = very, very important. gotcha. this new chapter has capitals in it, see? yay! cheer for me :)
sweet strawberries -- what is it with people and my grammar? again, this one has grammer, so that should make you happy. and about what happens next ... well, you'll just haveto wait and see :) p
the die hard -- um .. okay, you obviously know your english history real good. anyways, it's not all undercase this time, so that should make you hapy :)
wallflower23 -- be happy to!
A -- the explanation for THAT one won't come 'till later. Lana and Pete, and all of the other residents of smallville, are going to be playing a pretty minor role in this fic. it's all about clark, baby :) and trust me, i'm gonna keep writing this fic for a while yet. i plan on this one gong on for a while :)
orliewanhottie -- thanks for the info! i'm not sure if that'll help me when writing this fic, but it might just make me put some red kryptonite stuff in here, just so people can get more of the bad clark. although, you know ........ bad clark WITHOUT the help of red kryptonite might be even more interesting ........ but, here's another chapter for you to devour :)
They were angry at him for leaving so abruptly, and not telling anybody where he was going, for starters. They liked to know what their members were doing, and that was kind of impossible when one of them dissappeared for days on end. The ship Ichor was waiting in port for him to unload, the owners seeming to only trust him to do things proper and not try to steal anything. Not that he blamed them, really ........ some of the other people he worked with were some pretty shady characters.
And thus, he was in a hurry to get back to Telth, headquarters of the Guild. They were not the best people to have angry at you.
Glancing behind him, Jor-el couldn't help but smile as he laid eyes upon his son. Even without the scanners, it had been easy to tell which person had been his son, out of the three he had found standing there in themiddle of that road. He obviously hadn't been the girl, and the other boy's skin had been the wrong color. Also, the fact that Kal-el was the spittong image of himself when he was younger helped matters a great deal.
Heaving a sigh, Jor-el slowly stood up, walking to one ofthe back compartments of the ship. He had a report to file, and now was as good a time as any to get it done.
---- ----
Clark slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the pain in the back of his skull. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and he was having a hard time just keeping his eyes open. It was strange ........ he couldn't remember a time before when he had been in this much pain, except perhaps that one time when he had been without his powers, due to a lightning strike. But even that had been different -- then the pain had been centered on certain parts of his body, and he had gotten tired more wasily. Now ........ now his entire body felt like it was wreathed in flames, with needles jabbed into the oddest of places.
Turning his head slightly, and wincing as he did it, Clark's eyes widend as he caught sight of the view outside of the long window to right right. Beyond was a deep blakness, with tiny dots he recognised to be stars. There was no end to the blackness, and no planets in sight.
p
He wasn't on earth anymore. He was on a ship ........ in space.
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and Clark found himself short of breath, gasping for air.
How had he gotten here? Clark searched his memory, straining to remember what he had been doing before he awoke on the flor of this mysterious ship. He didn't have long to think it over, however.
The ship suddenly jerked, as if it had bumped into something. clark was sent skidding across the floor, and a strange beeping noise could be heard emnating from the front of the ship. Clark's head swung around as a man suddenly stepped into the room from a door he hadn't noticed before, at the back of the ship.
It was ........ Memory suddenly came flooding back, of this man shooting some kind of weaspon at him, with Lana and Pete watching close by. Who was he? What did he want? HAD HE HURT LANA OR PETE?
Clark could feel the anger building up inside of him, threatening let loose in a tidal wave. somewhere int he back of his mind, he knew that he had to calm down, that this wasn't the time to lose control. That could wait until later, when he had a better understanding of what was happening.
---- ----
Jor-el glanced quickly at his son, before making a beeline for the computer console. He'd barely gotten halfway through his report when he'd been thrown from his seat, landing at a rather uncomfortable angle on his small bed. His side was now sore, and he wanted to know what the HELL was going on.
fingers skimming over the console, jor-el felt a grin slowly spreading over his face. when would Alna learn to send a message, rather than just ramming his ship? He'd haveto have a talk with that boy, one of these days.
Chuckling softly, Jor-el brought the communications screen up, waiting for Alna to respond to his hails. It could take a while -- the boy wasn't known for paying attention to his communications console too much.
That crisis safely taken care of, Jor-el turned around to stare at his son. Kal-el had risen to his knees, but seemed to be having trouble standing up, or doing anything more than just kneeling there, staring up at Jor-el. Jor-el frowned, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully, before it suddenly hit him -- gravity, and the lack of the sun.
Kal-el earned his powers from the sun -- powers that Jor-el had tested out before finding his son. When he had entered the earth's atmosphere, his bones had suddenly felt stronger, more resiliant, and he had found that any fatigue he might have had, had been washed completely away. After a little bit of expermintation -- and broken, tipped over furnitre -- he had found that he could run faster than more vehicles back on Teleth, and his strength had increased atleast tenfold.
And, of course, there was the fact that gravity on this ship was different from that of the backwater planet of Earth. Earth's atmosphere was relatively light, compared to that of Teleth, whic had a similar gravitational pull to that of Krypton. Kal-el just wasn't used to the extra weight ........ but he would get used to it, of the Jor-el had no doubt.
Kneeling in front of the boy -- or young man, for a boy he wasn't -- Jor-el reach of a hand gently brush back a strand of wayward black hair, only to have Kal-el jerk back, as if afraid of his touch. What ..?
"Do you know who I am?" Jor-el asked, eyes narrowed and lips thinned to a straight line. True, he hadn't seen Kal-el since he was a baby, but he has just automatically assumed that Kal-el would remember him. Perhaps he had been wrong in that assumption.
Apparently, however, Kal-el remembered nothing of his Kryptonian heritage, for instead of anwering the question that Jor-el hd directed at him, he simply stared back, confused.
"What?" Was the only response he recieved, in a language Jor-el recognised to be of the planet Earth. 'Even if he hadn't taken the time to learn the languages of the planet, he had acquainted himself with how they sounded.
Apparently, this was going to be far more difficult than he had first imagined.
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Sorry about how long it took for me to get this chapter up and running :) Now, about the reviews ...
lode -- okay, okay, i get it! grammer = very, very important. gotcha. this new chapter has capitals in it, see? yay! cheer for me :)
sweet strawberries -- what is it with people and my grammar? again, this one has grammer, so that should make you happy. and about what happens next ... well, you'll just haveto wait and see :) p
the die hard -- um .. okay, you obviously know your english history real good. anyways, it's not all undercase this time, so that should make you hapy :)
wallflower23 -- be happy to!
A -- the explanation for THAT one won't come 'till later. Lana and Pete, and all of the other residents of smallville, are going to be playing a pretty minor role in this fic. it's all about clark, baby :) and trust me, i'm gonna keep writing this fic for a while yet. i plan on this one gong on for a while :)
orliewanhottie -- thanks for the info! i'm not sure if that'll help me when writing this fic, but it might just make me put some red kryptonite stuff in here, just so people can get more of the bad clark. although, you know ........ bad clark WITHOUT the help of red kryptonite might be even more interesting ........ but, here's another chapter for you to devour :)