deichtine -- don't worry, all will be explained soon enough. hope you enjoy the next chapter!
dictionary -- sheesh, kinda rude of you to put it that way, don't you think? but i'll start being more careful from now on, promise :D
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Clark swallowed thickly against the lump that had suddenly risen in his throat, slowly making way across the room of the form of Lana, huddled on the floor. "Lana? Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Lana glanced up, watching Clark warily, and it was then that he saw it. A white bandage covered the left side of her head, just above and to the right of her eye. And it was then that he remembered Jor-el's words from earlier.
I will be forced to implant an device into your brain which will allow you comprehend he Kyrptonian language
If Jor-el had implanted that device into Lana's brain ........ then that meant that she had understood every words that had been spoken between him and the older man. It meant that she knew his secret.
"Lana, I need you to listen to me, alright? That man's name is Jor-el, and he put something inside of your head. He put a decive into your brain so that you can understand the language we were speaking a momenta go. It's called Kryptonian. What you just heard -- Lana, please, please don't hate me. I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't. My parents were always afraid of what people would think, how they would react. They didn't want me to tell people, because they were afraid of losing me. But Lana, I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't want you to blame me for your parents deaths. I ........ I don't know if the meteor rocks brought me to Earth, or if I brought them." Clark knew that he was rambling, babbling even, but he couldn't seem to stop talking.
Lana blinked up at Clark, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Clark ........you rally are a dumbass sometimes, you know that, don't you? You were a BABY. There is no way that I could ever blame you for what happened. Blame your father and the rest of your people? Yeah, maybe. But you're Clark. I knew that you were hiding something, I just didn't know what. And while I wish that you could have trusted in me enough to share the burden of your secret, I understand. You may not be afraid of many things, but I think I understand the one thing that you are afraid of. You're scared of losing the people that you consider family, aren't you Clark? Afraid of losting the people that you love."
Clark blinked in surprise down at the young woman before him, a slow smile spreading across his features. "Thanks, Lana." He whispered, before holding out his hand to her, and hauling her up to her feet when she took the offered hand.
Lana leaned against Clark, sighing softly. Well, atleast now she knew why she was all bandaged up and felt so tired. Clark siled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he led Lana out of the room and into the mai part of the ship.
Jor-el was there, punching away what Clark could only suppose was the main console. Quickly leading Lana to one of the few chairs that graced the room, Clark settled her down into it, noting with dismay how weak she was. It was doubtful that she could even stand on her own two feet if he wasn't there to hold her up and support her.
Quickly fighting down the wave of anger that rose up in his heart at his biological father, Clark slowly walked over to Jor-el, coming to stand behind him just as the screen before him flickered and the face of an older woman appeared in crystal clear quality.
"Jor-el. You are to come to my Quarters immediately with an explanation as to your wherabouts. And you'd better make it good." The woman was just about to sign off when she noticed Clark for the first time. "And tell me, Jor-el, who is this?"
Jor-el smiled softly, glancing behind himself at his young son. "My Son, Kal-el. I couldn't wait for you to find him any longer, High Tela. I'm sorry, but I had to find him for myself. And as you can see, I was quite successful."
"Oh, we've known where your son was from the moment you mentioned the boy, Jor-el. We simply did not think it wise to inform you of his wherabouts. And before you start getting all high and mighty on me, allow me to explain. Please, come to my quarters immediately. You really have made a muck of things this time."
With that, the strange woman dissappeared from the screen, and Jor-el let out a bellow of rage. "Damn her! Damn her to Hell and back again! And then damn her to Hell again! Only she won't come back again, because she doesn't deserve to live, the stupid bitch!" Clark blinked in surprise, watching as his biological father paced back and forth in front of him, hands balled into tight fists of rage.
As Jor-el turned around again to continue his pacing, Clark sighed softl, wondering if he should try and calm the man down. Glancing over at Lana, he noticed the fear evident in her every feature, and that clinched it. Reaching out, Clark intended to grab the older man's shoulder, but only ended up being thrown straight into him as the ship suddenly rocked forward.
Scrambling to his feet, Clark watched the screen before him in horror as to large ships suddenly whipped past them, heading straight for the structure before them, where the transmission they had just witncess earlier had obviously come from. They rammed straight into the structure, breaking and burning into a thousand small explosions, and quite a few not so small ones, as well. From the distance, he could see several other ships heading in the same manner as the first two, clearly intending to ram into the building as well.
Jor-el drew in a sharp gasp of air, raching forward to grip his son's shoulder, as if for support. glancing backwards, Clark watched the older man's face, suddenly realising that this was NOT a normal occurance. Hadn't this place ever been attacked before ........?
"Kal, we haveto get out of here. Do you remember anything about flying a ship? You probably learned how tos peak Kryptonian in that cave near the town you grew up in, right? There was a device that should hve downloaded all of the information of the Kryptonian people into your brain. That includes how to fly a personal sized ship like this one. Do you rememver?"
As he spoke, Jor-el quickly walked toward a smaller console, off to the side of the main one.
As much as he hated to admit it, Clark knew that Jor-el was right. When we stared at the console in front of him, he just ........ KNEW what each individual key did, what the combinations were for different flight patterns, different defense patters.
Swallowing thickly, Clark quickly walked up to the other console just off to the side of main one. He didn't know what was going, and he sure as hell didn't like it, but he'd haveto deal with it for now. He would NOT let anything happen to Lana.
So for now, he'd cooperate with the other man. But he'd be DAMNED if he'd trust him for even a second.
dictionary -- sheesh, kinda rude of you to put it that way, don't you think? but i'll start being more careful from now on, promise :D
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Clark swallowed thickly against the lump that had suddenly risen in his throat, slowly making way across the room of the form of Lana, huddled on the floor. "Lana? Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Lana glanced up, watching Clark warily, and it was then that he saw it. A white bandage covered the left side of her head, just above and to the right of her eye. And it was then that he remembered Jor-el's words from earlier.
I will be forced to implant an device into your brain which will allow you comprehend he Kyrptonian language
If Jor-el had implanted that device into Lana's brain ........ then that meant that she had understood every words that had been spoken between him and the older man. It meant that she knew his secret.
"Lana, I need you to listen to me, alright? That man's name is Jor-el, and he put something inside of your head. He put a decive into your brain so that you can understand the language we were speaking a momenta go. It's called Kryptonian. What you just heard -- Lana, please, please don't hate me. I couldn't tell you. I just couldn't. My parents were always afraid of what people would think, how they would react. They didn't want me to tell people, because they were afraid of losing me. But Lana, I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't want you to blame me for your parents deaths. I ........ I don't know if the meteor rocks brought me to Earth, or if I brought them." Clark knew that he was rambling, babbling even, but he couldn't seem to stop talking.
Lana blinked up at Clark, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Clark ........you rally are a dumbass sometimes, you know that, don't you? You were a BABY. There is no way that I could ever blame you for what happened. Blame your father and the rest of your people? Yeah, maybe. But you're Clark. I knew that you were hiding something, I just didn't know what. And while I wish that you could have trusted in me enough to share the burden of your secret, I understand. You may not be afraid of many things, but I think I understand the one thing that you are afraid of. You're scared of losing the people that you consider family, aren't you Clark? Afraid of losting the people that you love."
Clark blinked in surprise down at the young woman before him, a slow smile spreading across his features. "Thanks, Lana." He whispered, before holding out his hand to her, and hauling her up to her feet when she took the offered hand.
Lana leaned against Clark, sighing softly. Well, atleast now she knew why she was all bandaged up and felt so tired. Clark siled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he led Lana out of the room and into the mai part of the ship.
Jor-el was there, punching away what Clark could only suppose was the main console. Quickly leading Lana to one of the few chairs that graced the room, Clark settled her down into it, noting with dismay how weak she was. It was doubtful that she could even stand on her own two feet if he wasn't there to hold her up and support her.
Quickly fighting down the wave of anger that rose up in his heart at his biological father, Clark slowly walked over to Jor-el, coming to stand behind him just as the screen before him flickered and the face of an older woman appeared in crystal clear quality.
"Jor-el. You are to come to my Quarters immediately with an explanation as to your wherabouts. And you'd better make it good." The woman was just about to sign off when she noticed Clark for the first time. "And tell me, Jor-el, who is this?"
Jor-el smiled softly, glancing behind himself at his young son. "My Son, Kal-el. I couldn't wait for you to find him any longer, High Tela. I'm sorry, but I had to find him for myself. And as you can see, I was quite successful."
"Oh, we've known where your son was from the moment you mentioned the boy, Jor-el. We simply did not think it wise to inform you of his wherabouts. And before you start getting all high and mighty on me, allow me to explain. Please, come to my quarters immediately. You really have made a muck of things this time."
With that, the strange woman dissappeared from the screen, and Jor-el let out a bellow of rage. "Damn her! Damn her to Hell and back again! And then damn her to Hell again! Only she won't come back again, because she doesn't deserve to live, the stupid bitch!" Clark blinked in surprise, watching as his biological father paced back and forth in front of him, hands balled into tight fists of rage.
As Jor-el turned around again to continue his pacing, Clark sighed softl, wondering if he should try and calm the man down. Glancing over at Lana, he noticed the fear evident in her every feature, and that clinched it. Reaching out, Clark intended to grab the older man's shoulder, but only ended up being thrown straight into him as the ship suddenly rocked forward.
Scrambling to his feet, Clark watched the screen before him in horror as to large ships suddenly whipped past them, heading straight for the structure before them, where the transmission they had just witncess earlier had obviously come from. They rammed straight into the structure, breaking and burning into a thousand small explosions, and quite a few not so small ones, as well. From the distance, he could see several other ships heading in the same manner as the first two, clearly intending to ram into the building as well.
Jor-el drew in a sharp gasp of air, raching forward to grip his son's shoulder, as if for support. glancing backwards, Clark watched the older man's face, suddenly realising that this was NOT a normal occurance. Hadn't this place ever been attacked before ........?
"Kal, we haveto get out of here. Do you remember anything about flying a ship? You probably learned how tos peak Kryptonian in that cave near the town you grew up in, right? There was a device that should hve downloaded all of the information of the Kryptonian people into your brain. That includes how to fly a personal sized ship like this one. Do you rememver?"
As he spoke, Jor-el quickly walked toward a smaller console, off to the side of the main one.
As much as he hated to admit it, Clark knew that Jor-el was right. When we stared at the console in front of him, he just ........ KNEW what each individual key did, what the combinations were for different flight patterns, different defense patters.
Swallowing thickly, Clark quickly walked up to the other console just off to the side of main one. He didn't know what was going, and he sure as hell didn't like it, but he'd haveto deal with it for now. He would NOT let anything happen to Lana.
So for now, he'd cooperate with the other man. But he'd be DAMNED if he'd trust him for even a second.