Title: Life, Love, And Destiny
Author: Chlark4ever92
Genre: Sci-Fi (this IS a Smallville fic after all)/Drama/Romance
Pairings: Will change as the story progresses. Will eventually be Chlark.
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Nothing major, except for Vessel.
Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to the WB which is soon to be the CW. I only own Martin, because one, he is just a figment of my imagination that has somehow gotten into my little story here, and two, I'm only thirteen so unfortunately I have no money to own something not made up. Well…I've just officially depressed myself… Disclaimer goes for all chapters of the story.
Summary: This story shows the process of Clark realizing and accepting his destiny. Along the way he learns a lot about himself, and how the people in his life are connected with his destiny. He realizes who will always be there for him, and who his real enemies are. I'm bad at summaries, but just give it a shot, please. You won't regret it!
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A/N: Well, I'm back! I didn't die, or anything. I've just been really busy lately, and every time I had time to write I had writers block, so this is about the tenth version of this chapter, and now I'm pretty happy about it. And to make up for the long wait, it's the longest chapter so far! I was a little disappointed that I only got two reviews, because I love hearing what you guys have to say, but thanks to those who did. Smallvillegirl92, and whobringsforththewind...I am now forever grateful to you. Well, without any further interruption, I now present the very, very long awaited (sorry about that again!) chapter seven! READ, REVIEW, AND ENJOY!
Life, Love, And Destiny
Chapter 7: Hero: Part I
Clark followed Lionel out of the secret room, back to the main one. As he entered the main room, he looked over his shoulder, and saw the wall regenerating. Clark shrugged it off. It was weird, but then again so was everything else in his life.
Jor-El didn't turn around to face Clark until they reached the console in the center of the main room. "There isn't much time, my son. You must act quick. There is no telling what Zod will do, now that he is free. He will not hesitate to do to Earth what he has done to Krypton."
Clark nodded. "Where can I find him?"
"When a prisoner was banished to the Phantom Zone, they were to be fitted with a special tracking device."
Clark looked at him with a hopeful expression on his face.
"But" Jor-El continued, "Since Zod's body was destroyed, he could not be fitted with one."
Clark's hopeful expression quickly disappeared.
"Oh. So, there's absolutely no way to find out where he is?"
"Unfortunately, there is only one way for you to learn of Zod's whereabouts." If Jor-El realized the very impatient look that he was receiving, then he obviously was unfazed by it, as he continued. "He will make himself known once he starts his quest to conquer. He has no one in his way to power…or at least that's what he thinks" Jor-El said, gesturing to Clark. "He thinks that you're still in the Phantom Zone. Once you find him, you can catch him off guard."
Clark nodded. "But how will I find him?" Clark asked.
"That is something you must do on your own. I cannot help you anymore with this."
Clark simply nodded one last time, before turning to leave.
"Oh, and Kal-EL-"
Clark turned back around to face him.
"Don't make the same mistake that you made a year ago."
Clark hung his head in guilt, remembering what Jor-El was talking about.
Jor-El continued, his voice solemn. "This time the consequences will be the lives of billions of people, not just one."
Clark looked up. "I'll be back" he said truthfully, looking Lionel in the eye.
"Good" was his only response, before Clark turned once again, this time speeding off, leaving Lionel standing in the Fortress alone, with a small smile on his face.
"Make me proud, Kal-El."
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Realization dawned on Clark, as he was speeding towards Smallville, and his super hearing picked up those four words. He had never thought about it before, but Jor-El was his father, and although he had never said it before now, he just wanted his son to be his best, and make him proud.
It made Jor-El seem almost...human.
Clark was suddenly overcome with an odd feeling that he just couldn't place.
But it felt...good.
Returning his attention back to the task at hand, he slowed to a stop at the door to his house. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he quickly turned it, and pushed it open, entering the house.
"Mom!" he called out, but no one answered. "Mom, are you home? Where are-" Clark stopped, mentally slapping himself for forgetting that his mother and Lois were away at yet another function. He didn't think he would ever get used to her not always being around.
Worry filled Clark. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, that he just couldn't shake.
He had to find them. To make sure they were okay. He knew the feeling wouldn't go away until he knew for sure. Besides his instincts about something being wrong were usually justified, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to his mother, or Lois.
Taking off at super speed, Clark began running towards where the private jet was supposed to land, glancing up frequently for any sight of the plane.
After about two minutes of running, Clark saw it. But it was not relief that he felt.
It was horror.
The jet was doing a nose dive as it fell rapidly towards the ground below. Clark's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, as he x-rayed the plane, and saw two motionless figures on the floor, suddenly be thrown upwards by the force, hitting the ceiling hard, and being pinned up there.
He broke off his concentration, and his normal vision returned. Without thinking he crouched down, and almost like a reflex, took off into the sky.
When he was about twenty feet off the ground his brain finally registered what he was doing. It wasn't a super jump…no, this was different. He seemed to be hovering over the ground as he went up further towards the jet.
He was flying.
Clark, telling himself repeatedly not to look down, continued to fly up towards the front of the plane that was spiraling towards the ground, at a quickening pace.
He stopped flying once he was just a few feet under the nose of the plane, and hovered in the air, with his hands up over his head, preparing to try to stop the plane.
Seconds later, the plane crashed hard into Clark's lifted arms. The impact caused him to start falling back towards Earth. Using all of his strength he matched the plane's force, and it gradually slowed to a stop.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he flew down back towards solid ground. Gently, he placed the jet on the ground, back in its normal position.
Running over to the side of the plane, he spotted the door, and quickly tore it from its hinges. He carelessly tossed the removed door over his shoulder, and ran into the plane.
And then he saw them. The two motionless bodies of his mother, and Lois. Clark felt his breathing get heavier, at the sight of them. They had taken a hard fall from where they were stuck to the ceiling, back down to the floor, when Clark had caught the plane. Their bodies were sprawled out, and twisted in a way that was not at all natural for the human body to be in.
His body froze, and fear overcame him. For a moment he just stood in the doorway, his mind thinking of the worst.
"What if they were-?"
No. He couldn't think about that right now. He had to concentrate. He needed to get them help.
He ran over, and crouched down over them, quickly checking to make sure that they both still had a pulse.
He let out the breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding.
They were still alive.
Throwing each of their limp bodies over a shoulder, he took off at super speed towards Metropolis General.
Clark ran faster than he had ever run before, and came to a stop outside the door of the hospital a minute later. Turning around for a second, Clark looked on in shock at the city around him. It was hard to believe that all this had happened in just a few hours. Turning back to the door, he entered the hospital, his mom and Lois still dangling over his shoulders.
To say that the building was packed would be a severe understatement. Try crammed. It was so crowded, that it was like walking through a maze just to get to the sign-in desk.
The lady sitting behind the desk looked frantic. She certainly wasn't happy to see two more people who needed care. She was pulling at her hair, breathing heavily, and when she spoke she sounded close to hysterical.
"Ju-just t-take them up to the third fl-floor" she said, pointing to a flight of stairs. "That's a-all the r-room we have left." She stood up, and began pacing worriedly.
Clark not sure what to do, made his way through the people to the stairs. After he had climbed to the third floor, he exited the stairwell, pushing open the door to an even more chaotic place.
Doctors and nurses ran past him to various rooms, and he had to jump in front of one of them to get them to notice him. "Excuse me, I need your help!
The man in front of him stopped, and ran a hand through his graying hair. "He took a deep breath. "Follow me."
Clark followed the man into a room. It was originally a two person room, but due to the current circumstances there was about ten people in there. There was three empty stretchers in the room, by the door and the doctor quickly gestured to them. Clark layed his mother and Lois down on two of them, and stepped back, as the doctor quickly examined them.
Clark looked around the room, and a strong feeling of guilt overcame him, at the sight of all the people.
How come it always had to feel like everything was his fault?
Stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, he stared at the floor for what seemed like an eternity to him, but in reality was only a few minutes.
"They should been fine, but we can't tell if anything is broken, or sprained until they wake up. They should be fine until then."
Clark nodded, and took one last look at their motionless bodies, before turning to leave.
He wanted to stay. To be with them when they woke up, but he had other things to do, and they were safe now.
Clark left the room, and started walking back towards the stairs. As he went he glanced in the other rooms, and his feeling of guilt increased with every room he passed. He paused as he saw a familiar face.
Chloe.
He blinked his eyes a few times to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, but sure enough there was Chloe. She was on the other side of the room, on a stretcher, by the window. She was crying as she talked. He used his super hearing to hear what she was saying.
"Last year I found her." She said, her voice shaking. "She's…she's in a mental hospital. She was institutionalized when I was twelve. She has a mental illness, and umm…it's heredtary." Chloe said not even trying to wipe away the tears that were now flowing freely down her cheeks.
Clark's first instict was to run in there, and just hold her. Like he always did. Just as he was about to step into the room though, someone beat him to the punch.
Clark didn't recognize the man, but he didn't want to intrude. Besides she was safe, and he still had to find, and stop Zod.
He looked at her one more time. She looked so peaceful. She obviously trusted whoever this guy was. Clark was thankful he was there, and that she was safe.
Clark's mouth twisted into a small smile, and he continued on his way.
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A/N: Well, that's chapter 7! Part one at least. Part two will be posted soon, hopefully. I'm really busy lately, but I'm going to try to post at least once a week. It's going to be hard though, so I need reviews for support. Hint, hint, that means you! Points finger Yes, you silent reader, just drop me a quick line saying I like it or whatever. It means the world to me, and it only takes like a minute. Am I at least worth a minute of your time? Hopefully. If not...oh well, leave me one anyway! Have a great day, and…
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