Lara-El of Krypton- renamed as Lara Kent of Smallville, Kansas stared at the two packs of red meat on each of her hands. She was asked to buy a specific type of meat- beef- for dinner. But the two different meats in front of her looked exactly the same. She was confused and she didn't know who to ask.

She looked around the large space around her. In front of her, were large shelves of cold meat. The meats on the shelves were stacked with a large cooler under them. Behind Lara, were shelves of fruits and vegetables- all from different kinds. Everything was all new to her so she turned beside her and looked at the boy of about 7 years old, with jet black hair and gentle blue eyes. He looked up to her with curiosity in his eyes as he held onto her hand and tightly gripped it.

"Clark?" she called to him, "do you know which one is the beef?"

She showed the boy the two packs of meat in her hands. Clark looked at it with deep thought as he contemplated over the two packs in front of him.

"Hmm…" he put his hands on his chin; "I think…" he pointed at the pack of meat on her right hand, "it's this one."

"Really?"

He nodded, "I remember that was the kind of meat Ma Kent was cooking for us yesterday."

She smiled to him and put her hand on his head, "You really are smart… just like your father."

"Dad Jor-El or Pa Jonathan?" he grinned.

Lara laughed, "Both. Now come on, we have to get home before sundown."

Lara and Clark walked down the supermarket; their hands held onto one another. Lara carried the basket of groceries in her right hand and held onto Clark's with her left. She had gotten used to shopping by herself and without Martha's help since her and her family arrived in Smallville. They waited in line for their groceries to be bought.

"Hello there little boy."

Lara turned around to the sound and saw a brown haired woman with hazel eyes and her friend; they both looked down on Clark. They grinned at the sight of him; and Clark did the same to them.

"What's your name? You're so cute!" the brown haired woman asked.

"I'm Clark! Clark Kent!" Clark enthusiastically answered.

"What a nice name!" she remarked.

"Kent?" her friend asked, "Does that mean you're related to Jonathan and Martha Kent?"

Clark kept the grin on his face.

The brown haired woman then looked up to Lara and asked Clark with a smile, "Is she your mother?"

"Yes! That's my mom!" Clark answered enthusiastically, "her and Ma Kent!"

The two women looked at Lara in confusion. Lara, on the other hand, tried to laugh off the awkwardness of Clark's answer- it didn't work.

"What my son meant to say," Lara intervened with a smile, "is that we're a member of the Kent family; and we currently live with Jonathan and Martha Kent."

"How so?" the brown haired woman asked.

"It's a long story," Lara gave a small laugh, "but I'm Lara… Lara Kent. My husband is a distant relative of Jonathan which is how we're currently staying with them."

"Ah… I see." the brown haired woman said, "Well it's nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your time here in Smallville." They then waved their hands to Clark and said, "Bye bye Clark!"

"Bye bye!" Clark waved his hand.

"Thank you." Lara gave a small bow and watched as the women left.

Lara gave off a sighed relief. Apart from Jonathan and Martha Kent, she was still getting used to communicating with other humans in Earth; in contrast to her son, who had gotten so used to talking to other humans in Smallville.

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her clothes from beside her. She looked down at the curious look on her son's face.

"Mom?" he called to her.

"What is it Clark?" she smiled.

"Mom? Where else did we live before the farm?" he pouted, "why didn't you tell those women exactly where we lived before?"

"You know it's complicated Clark."

"I know but-"

Lara stopped her son before he was able to slip any secrets they had, out in public, with a slight of tongue.

Lara sighed as a memory popped in her mind…


7 years ago…

A bright light shone upon them and blinded Lara. She blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness of the light. She immediately turned her head away from it as she realized that she had been staring at the sun. She thought it was weird; since the sun she was so accustomed of her whole life was a red colour instead of the yellow she saw.

She turned her head beside her and found her husband who had just opened his eyes. It seemed he too was blinded by the sunlight because he flinched as soon as he woke up. They both looked around

them and found that their ship had crashed into a spacious field with tall, bright yellow crops. Their ship had seen better days but at least it was still functioning and repairable.

Lara immediately looked down. She gave out a sigh of relief as she stared at the sleeping baby in her arms; whose gentle features were so calm and peaceful, she didn't dare do anything to wake him up.

"Are you and Kal-El okay?" Jor-El asked.

Lara nodded, "Yes. But Jor-El, where exactly are we?"

"I don't exactly know where but I do know that we have landed in the planet Earth."

"Is it safe here?"

"I don't know… But don't worry, we'll find something." He moved closer to her and their child, "Right now, we have to leave; and maybe find a way to hide our sh-"

"Jonathan! Over here!"

Both Jor-El and Lara jumped at the sound from the land above them. Their eyes widened at the sight of two Earthlings who stared at them with bewilderment. One of them was a man; whose grey hairs were slowly emerging on his brown hair. His rimmed glasses reflected the light rays of the sun; and behind them were his brown eyes. The other was a woman, perhaps, older than Lara a little bit. She had the same hair colour as the man's but her face expressed a greater shock than the man did.

"Look Jonathan! There are people here!" the woman shouted.

"Jor-El?" Lara looked at her husband with nervousness.

Jor-El merely stared at the two Earthlings as he pulled her and their son close to him. He took a deep breath and bowed, "Greetings to you."

The man slowly put up his hand and nodded his head to them, "Hello… wh-who are you?"

"Is that a baby with you?" the woman asked as she pointed at their baby Kal-El.

"Yes," Jor-El nodded, "this is our son; and if you would be so kind… we need your help."

Lara sat on the chair beside her husband by a table where, across it, the couple that they had met earlier sat and stared at them. The couple stared at them with confusion; and all Lara could do was look down as she didn't know how to answer their questions. The only person able to answer all of their questions was her husband; who remained silent.

She looked out the window beside them and saw the red wooden house, the barn, as the man called it-where they stored their ship. Despite the fact that the couple in front of them didn't know the components of the spaceship Lara and her family came in; with great effort, the man helped Jor-El in transporting their ship to a safe location- the barn. A lot of mechanisms were involved in transporting the space ship due to its heavy weight but in the end, they successfully hid the space ship inside the barn. Lara thought that the man was quite strong when handling himself with the space ship.

They were offered some drinks in the form of a hot black liquid. Lara took a sip from the mug and flinched at the bitter taste of the drink.

"Would you like me to add some milk and sugar in your coffee?" the woman asked her.

"What will it do?" Lara asked.

The woman smiled to her, "It will make it slightly sweeter."

"Then, if you don't mind, I would like some." Lara gave her drink to the woman.

The woman stood from her seat and took Lara's mug. She headed towards the kitchen; and that was when Jor-El decided to break the silence when he began, "I know you have a lot of questions for us… and we are prepared to answer them as much as we can."

The man took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay… first, who are you?"

"My name is Jor-El, and this is my wife Lara, Lara Lor-Van El."

"And the baby?" the man asked.

They all looked at the baby who slept soundly on the couch by the living room. Jor-El answered, "He is our son, Kal-El."

"We come from a planet called Krypton." Jor-El continued, "It was located in a faraway galaxy; away from yours."

"Was?"

Jor-El paused, "Our planet was destroyed due to the unstable radioactive core of our planet. We managed to escape the destruction of our planet minutes before everything was destroyed. We travelled light years across the galaxies, until we've finally crashed here in your planet, Earth."

"I'm very sorry to hear that. " The woman came back and handed Lara her drink.

"Thank you." Lara told her.

"We still have to introduce ourselves, my name is Martha," the woman then put her hand on her husband's shoulder, "and this is my husband, Jonathan, Jonathan Kent."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both." Lara bowed her head.

"So… what are you going to do now?" Jor-El asked them, "Our planet isn't exactly accustomed to having people from another planet than ours. I think this might be the first time this has happened."

"I understand that," Jor-El said, "and I imagine we are putting you in a dangerous situation by being here so we will leave as soon as we can-"

"No you don't," Martha interrupted, "you don't have to."

"Martha?" her husband looked at her with confusion.

"You can stay here as long as you'd like," Martha told them, "you are in a new world; one that you're both not very accustomed to. So you need some time to adjust; and you can do it while staying here."

Both Jor-El and Lara were surprised at the sudden invitation from Martha. They didn't expect her to declare an invitation such as that.

"But we're imposing on you." Lara argued.

"You won't be," Martha told her, "I might not know you both very much but my instincts tell me that you were brought here in our planet for a reason." She turned to her husband, "what do you think Jonathan?"

Jonathan looked at her with a doubtful expression- as if he was in a deep thought- and then looked at Jor-El and Lara; then to Kal-El. Soon after, he took a deep breath and told them, "Martha is right. You don't know anything about living here in Earth. You have nowhere to go to start your lives here."

"Besides," Martha looked at the baby on the couch, "you have a baby you need to look after."

Jor-El and Lara looked at their son and then to each other. They read each other's facial expression and thought that they were both thinking the same thing. They turned their heads to Jonathan and Martha then bowed as they said, "Thank you very much for your kindness."

"Although," Jonathan began, "we all have to bear in mind that your family have to stay hidden; away from the prying eyes of the government. People in here don't take visitors from another galaxy easily."

"We completely understand that," Jor-El said, "we will do our very best to try and fit in among the rest."

"In this country," Jonathan explained, "there are things such as citizenship and health insurances. You and your child will need these. But to complicate more matters, right now, the government has probably already detected some anomalies when you entered our atmosphere; the belief that there are aliens has gotten stronger over the years that they've set up so much in order to detect them."

"Which means they're probably already looking for the location of the source of that anomaly." Jor-El said, "We'll need to create a story for ourselves."

"You can probably pass off as a distant relative of mine," Jonathan told Jor-El, "you can carry the 'Kent' name but we will have to change your first name," he then turned to Lara, "you can keep your first name since it's not a lot different to the normal names here."

Jor-El and Lara nodded.

"As for the child…"

"Please," Lara stood up from her seat and stared at the couple in front of her with a hopeful yet sad expression in her face, "I know we're already asking for a lot but I'm begging you… I want my child to live normally like any other boy in this planet; to have a normal and happy childhood; to experience the daily problems of youth; but most importantly, I don't my child to feel different from the rest. Our home and our birth right have just been destroyed but Kal-El still has a future ahead of him. I want him to live that future happily."

Jonathan and Martha looked at each other; then Martha replied, "We understand. We know that you just want what's best for your child."

"Which is why," Jonathan continued, "we intend to hide you from the government as much as we can. Then your son can live normally, with the two of you as his parents."

Martha nodded, "Even if I can just be a pretend mother to the child, it will be fi-"

"No," Lara nodded, "you have a kind heart; and for you to share your love and kindness to my child is a blessing."

"You do know that you're risking a lot by trusting us," Jonathan said, "I mean you're trusting strangers."

"So are you," Jor-El replied, "yet you allow us to carry your family name- an honour that can only be bestowed between family members."

"We're all taking a risk." Martha told them all; and then she smiled and said, "But we will do our best to act as parents to your child as well."

"We will need to change his name for registration then." Jonathan suggested.

"What about my middle name?" Martha answered.

"Middle name?" Lara asked.

"My full name is Martha Clark Kent."

"Clark?" Jor-El said.

"Clark…" Lara pondered over the name, "I like it."

"Then it's settled," Jonathan said. All of them turned their heads to the beautiful baby on the couch, "He will be known by the others as-"

Lara said the name, "Clark Kent."


Clark and Lara had left the supermarket and were walking down the country road to their house. The Kent's house was isolated from the rest; which made it easier for Jor-El and Lara to go unnoticed. The road was empty and there was nothing but cornfields around them. So Lara decided to continue her talk with Clark. She kneeled down again and faced her son.

"Kal-El, I'm sorry that you had to see me hide our identity to others; and I'm sorry you have to as well."

"But why do we have to?"

"One day you will understand," Lara said, "and once you do, I know you will do the right thing. It's a delicate situation we are currently in but I believe you are the only one who can change that. I believe in you Kal-El, your father believes in you, we all believe in you. So have faith my child, a time will come when we don't have to hide anymore; have faith and patience. Do you understand?"

Clark nodded, "I do mother."

Lara smiled and kissed him on the forehead again, "Very good. Remember Kal-El, it is your duty as the last son of Krypton to make sure that we are able to live peacefully with the Earthlings; to make sure that they will be able to understand us and work with us."

"But isn't it okay to just tell them now about us being Kryptonians?" Clark asked, "I mean Pa and Ma Kent both know that we are Kryptonians."

"Not everybody is as kind and loving as them." Lara explained, "That's why we have to take our time to make others understand that we are good people. And the best way we can do that, is if we first learn how to co-exist with them. Do you understand?"

Clark slowly nodded, "Yes…"

She pulled him into a hug and whispered, "That's my Kal-El."

No matter what, Lara didn't want to involve Clark into the complicated matter her and her husband were in; she wanted him to live his life to the fullest. And even though they had to hide who they truly were and where they came from, from the rest; it was a sacrifice she was willing to give for her only son; and their only hope.

The last son of Krypton.


Hey! As you can see, I've made some changes to the storyline but it still has the same concept! To those who are reading this for the first time, I hope it's not baffling to yous.

But again, thank you for reading the chapter and hoped you enjoyed this. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

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