Authors Note: Martha is a Watcher from the Watcher's Council. Jonathan is a Council Operative. They both quit the Council when they found out about some corrupt practices going on within the Council.
Among Us
Roswell NM
"I can't believe we drove all this way and the only thing we have to show for it is Dr Spock's autograph." Jonathan Kent grumbled as the drove out of Roswell.
"Are you the same Jonathan Kent who told Leonard Nemoy 'This is the best day of my life'" His wife Martha said from the passenger seat.
He rolled his eyes at her. "I'm serious Martha," He said.
"We wasted all this money to come down to a hick town with a bunch nut jobs trying to make a buck off alien memorabilia." Jonathan told his wife.
"Honey what did you really expect? To find another alien? If a ship really did crash here in 1947 do you think they'd stay around?" Martha asked.
Jonathan hated it when his wife was right. "Martha, the little boy in that backseat isn't going to stay a little boy forever. One day he is going to come to me and ask about his origins and I don't have any answers to his questions." Jonathan said nodding his head toward the three year old in the backseat.
"Maybe we should have gone to the Council. They might know what to do." Jonathan said.
"Jonathan, you know what Quentin Travers and the other watchers would do to him. Children don't come with an instruction manual whether they come naturally or in a space ship. Maybe we aren't meant to know every thing." Martha said.
Jonathan nodded. "Maybe not. But I owe it to him to try."
Martha glanced at her three year old in the back seat. Clark was gazing out the window unaware of the conversation. It was way past ten and he showed no signs of fatigue. Martha turned back around to see what Clark was looking at and she saw two children walking down the highway about 100 feet a head of them.
They couldn't have been any more than six at the most. The girl was blonde and taller than the dark haired boy. "What the hell." Jonathan said braking and eventually parking on the side of the highway. "Look!" Clark cried pointing at the children. "I see honey. You stay here and let Mommy and Daddy check it out." Martha told him.
She looked at Jonathan and they got out of the car and started toward the children. Both of them had turned to face them and the girl had her hand raised toward them. They both looked so scared. They were covered gooey stuff on them like membranes. A small blast like a lighting strike hit the ground directly in front of Martha. Martha and Jonathan exchanged looks.
"We won't hurt you." She called out. They started toward the children again. But before they could reach the children Clark was there.
He reached out his hands and they took his hands. "Same." He called over his shoulder.
There was no mistaking what he meant. Jonathan smiled. Martha scowled.
"So I was wrong there are aliens in Roswell." She admitted grudgingly.
"Let's get the kids cleaned up and go home." She said. As they walked toward the car Jonathan sighed. He knew they were going to keep the children. There was no question about that so he didn't argue.
"Looks like I'm gonna to have to call Lionel Luthor and try to go through his sham of an adoption agency." Jonathan said.
"I'll deal with Lionel. Are you sure you're alright with this?" Martha asked.
"I want these kids to be safe. I know that with us they'll be safe. Who knows what could happen to them anywhere else." Jonathan said.