Krypton 1943
"Jor-El!" The seventeen-year-old Kryptonian tried to ignore his father's furious blows. "Jor-El!" Why couldn't his father understand? Traveling through time and space is an incredible feat, and to have an object capable of allowing you to do that is an amazing discovery. Why keep it a secret? "Jor-El! That oracle does not belong to you! Jor-El! Answer me!"
"What father? Are you going to tell me off now?"
"Jor-El where are you?"
"In the closet." Jor-El's father KAL-EL, (sr. in our time, but since this is 1943...) opened the closet door, empty.
"Funny, isn't it father, how one minute you're there and the next you're not." Jor-El said from behind him. KAL-EL turned around and saw his son standing there smirking.
"Yes Jor-El it's all very funny now may I please have the oracle? Jor- El?" He wasn't there. "Where are you?"
"No you may not, and up here."
"Jor-El, get off, of the ceiling."
"No, I don't feel like it."
"Jor-El now!"
"Bite me!"
"Jor-El!"
"Eat my snow! Dad, you have the ability to travel through time and space! Why keep it a secret?"
"Because I knew you would abuse the privilege, and this only proves me to be correct."
"Is that so? Well maybe I would have acted different if you had been honest with me in the first place!"
"I highly doubt that Jor-El. Jor-El? Where are you now?"
"As far as you should be concerned, gone."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm leaving, be back whenever."
"Jor-El, where are you going, and when will you be back?"
"That's for me to know."
"Jor-El, I forbid you to go anywhere, now come here and face me!"
"Goodbye father."
Smallville, Kansas 2004
"Clark Kent, you're going to miss the bus...again!"
"Calm down mom, I'll make it!" Clark, trying, not in any hurry to get ready, pulled a shirt over his head. He suddenly noticed a light, glowing in the next room. "What the..." he muttered. He cautiously stepped toward it. It was getting brighter and Clark could see a figure beginning to materialize. "Hello? Who are you?" Clark asked. The light began to get slightly dimmer, and Clark got a good look at his face. He stumbled backwards a bit. That guy looked just like him! Jor-El stood there with his mouth hanging wide open. There was another flash of blinding light, and this time, when it was gone, so was Clark.
"Clark?" Jonathon walked into the room. "Son are you all right, and what are you wearing, why aren't you dressed for school?" Jor-El stood there in his white robe, still clutching the oracle, with a bewildered look on his face. Finally he managed to say,
"Uh... yeah, sorry, just be, a, minute."
"All right, sure you're ok?"
"Yeah I'm, fine, thanks." Whoa! Jor-El thought, it is much more difficult traveling to a different galaxy. Wonder what year it is? He saw some clothes lying on the bed. Were these what he was supposed to wear to, what did that guy call it,? School? Why would anyone want to wear this? Oh well. He slipped them on, and made his way, (eventually) downstairs.