God of The Third Sol
A/N: Ok, now that the prologue is done. Let's get to the actual Story itself.
IMPORTANT! YOU MUST READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END!
I don't know how I'm going to develop this yet but it's going to be random and it won't follow the Storyline exactly. Please don't flame.
Now onward!
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Chapter 1: New Life
1989, Three Days After the Meteor Shower
Jonathan Kent was a patient man. He loved kids and usually could handle them fairly well but Clark, their newfound addition to the family, just wouldn't stop crying. The boy who had literally dropped from the sky had been crying for three days and three nights without any signs of fatigue or any signs of stopping.
He rubbed his temples soothingly, "Martha honey, do you know what's wrong with him?"
Next to him, his wife looked just as tired as he was. "I honestly don't know Jonathan. It's been three full days. A normal kid can't cry that long. He's not hungry because I just fed him. He looks like he's in pain, or at least he looks like it."
Jonathan had to agree with Martha. Clark's skin was pale and lifeless. His eyes were shut close in discomfort and he kept rolling around in the bed.
Martha swept her hand over Clark's forehead. "He's burning up Jonathan. We have to take him from a doctor!"
"And tell them what Martha? That we found a kid who dropped from space and have no idea what's wrong with him? Honey, he might look the same as us but he could have green blood on the inside for all we know."
Martha picked up Clark and carried him to the bathroom."You're being irrational again. Why don't you finish painting the new room and we'll talk about it later, I'm going to give him a cool bath."
Clark was a surprisingly quiet and clam boy. Most children his age would be off the walls running around and screaming. It was too bad Clark didn't know how to speak yet. She set him in the tub and started washing him. For all intent and purpose, he looked like a normal three year old boy, a cute one that is.
She poked his cheek and smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Martha, your new mother."
Clark tilted his head, his last memories that he associated with the word mother was...
"L-Laa-rraa?"
Martha squealed and shouted excitedly for Jonathan. "Come dear! He just spoke his first word!"
Clark looked at the woman's smiling face. It appeared that what he said made her very happy so he said it again.
"Laaraa!"
Martha's maternal instincts went haywire. Clark was such an adorable boy, she really wanted to raise him. She could tell that he would grow up to be a fine man one day.
She cooed at him, "Come on Clark, say Martha. Maarrthhaaaa."
He looked at her with wide and innocent eyes and clumsily tried to imitate her. "Maaathha?"
Martha pulled on Jonathan's arm excitedly, "He's so smart! He's already picking up our language already."
Jonathan leaned over and came face to face with little Clark, "So son, can you say Jonathan?"
Clark giggled and pointed at him saying "Jon. Jon! Jooon." as if the name were a nursery rhyme.
Jonathan smiled, Clark had won a place in his heart, now the only problem was the paperwork for adoption.
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Lionel Luthor frowned as he stared at the pile of paperwork before him. All of them were partial ownerships of properties and businesses. None of them were "his" in a sense. That won't do at all.
He wanted to run a business that had the name LuthorCorp on it. The only problem was that damn Bill Ross wouldn't sell his Creamed Corn Factory. Despite the generous amount of money he offered, the man hadn't even blinked an eye.
When he tried to dig up dirt on the Ross family, he couldn't find anything. Bill Ross was married to Abigail Ross who was a court Judge! They had five very well behaved children and the eldest graduated as valedictorian. The one re-occurring fact that came up with was that Bill Ross confided in Jonathan Kent a lot.
He fixed his tie and grabbed his overcoat. It was time to give the Kents a visit. The only problem was finding a opportunity to exploit.
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Kent Farm
He rang the doorbell and waited, enjoying the sight of the red tulips off to the side. The flowers were coming to a full bloom. To Lionel, flowers were the perfect example of weakness. It took a delicate touch to raise and when it bloomed, the beauty would be breath taking, yet it would wither and fade away shortly afterwards.
"Coming"
It was a female's voice, that must be Mrs. Kent. He straightened his tie and dusted off his clothes. The one thing he learned from all his experience was that first impressions were very important, especially when meeting a woman.
Martha had just put Clark to sleep in his newly refurbished room and rushed down to get the door. She opened the door and saw a very familiar face that have been plastered on the front pages of the Newspaper for weeks.
Lionel Luthor.
Her eyes skid down, taking in his brand name overcoat, his silk tie, and his crisp clean dress shirt. His very image screamed wealth and power. "Does he dress like this everyday? It wasn't exactly what people would wear when visiting a farm." She thought.
Similarly, Lionel Luthor examined Martha Kent with a critical eye. She was a red-head with piercing blue eyes. Her posture screamed friendliness and honesty. There was something about her that seem to emit the feeling of goodness. It also unnerved him a bit that there were so many physical similarities between Martha and his wife Lillian.
He extended his hand firmly, a seemingly honest smiled plastered on his face.
"Lionel Luthor. It's a pleasure to meet you Martha."
Martha nearly raised her eyebrow when Lionel addressed her by her first name. It was a popular trick on first meetings to appear closer, as if addressing a friend. She had picked up a few tricks growing up as the daughter of an influential lawyer to recognize when people approached her with an ulterior motive. Nevertheless, she took his hand and shook it briefly. Common courtesy was required after all.
"So, what brings the busy Lionel Luthor to our reclusive farm? I thought the benefactor of Smallville would be busy ... signing paperwork or helping the orphaned children from the meteor shower."
Lionel Luthor liked it when people spoke their mind. Most people would have been overpowered by awe or fear to speak what they had in mind. They would say things to please him or alter the truth so it would not anger him. It was clear that Martha knew he wasn't here on a social visit so it would be best to get straight to the point.
"Martha, as much as I would love to chat with you, I'm actually here to talk with your husband."
There was a booming voice from behind him. "Mr. Luthor. If this is about Bill Ross' Corn Factory, there's nothing much to talk about."
Lionel Luthor turned to meet the eye of Jonathan Kent. Like Martha, he had the appearance of a honest man, the type who believed that making a honest living means doing a honest day of work in the fields.
He resisted the urge to pull back in disgust. Working out in the sun for hours didn't help improve body odor.
Lionel put a placating smile on his face. "Let us not be too hasty Jonathan. I only need you to convince Bill Ross to sell his factory to me. You know the saying, you scratch my back I scratch yours? Well, if you help me out this time, I will owe you a favor. It will be done with no questions asked. How about it?"
Jonathan looked straight into his eyes, as if he could peer into his soul. Jonathan walked past him and slammed the door into his face.
"Get off my farm. Some people might think you're God but I can tell a honest person when I see one. And you are far from honest."
Lionel turned red in anger. Who did the farm boy think he was to blow off the great Lionel Luthor? Usually he would be spitting out death threats but instead he swallowed his rage. If Jonathan were alone, he wouldn't hesitate to force his hand but Martha was here also. For some reason, he wanted to preserve his good image for her.
"I'll come back tomorrow Mrs. Kent. Do try to convince your husband to reconsider. When I mean I could help out in anyway, I mean anyway. "
Lionel Luthor walked back to his car satisfied. The resistance was expected, now the bait is laid out, the only question is will they take it?
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Martha tugged on Jonathan's sleeve. "Are you really not going to consider his offer at all?"
Jonathan shrugged off his shirt and went to the fridge to get some milk. "What is there to consider? That man is a liar through and through. The Ross Creamed Corn factory is Bill's legacy and dream. Lionel Luthor will probably tear it down and turn it into a fertilizer plant or something."
He took a swig out of the bottle. Martha rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Where did he learn his manners from... oh right... on a farm."
"But Honey, you know we still need to settle Clark's adoption papers. They're going to ask questions about where we found him and where he came from. If we can get Lionel to help, he could certainly handle the process while avoiding questions. No one will ask second questions if he says he's helping a friend with an adoption."
Jonathan considered the options. Having a Luthor help with the adoption certainly would avoid the awkward questions. Besides, all he needed to do was talk with Bill about considering the idea. In the end it was up to Bill whether he sells it or not.
"Okay, how about this, tomorrow we will go to the adoption agency and try to adopt Clark, if it doesn't work, we'll see how things go from there."
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Next day Smallville Medical Center
"What do you mean we can't adopt him?"
The orderly shook his head, "I'm sorry Mr. Kent but due to the Meteor shower, many children were left orphans. We have yet to identify whether their parents are alive or not. Most likely, young Clark here would have to live in the orphanage and wait for his parents to show up. Don't worry, Mr Luthor had donated a sizable amount of money recently so he will be well taken care of."
While Jonathan and Martha argued with the orderly, Clark wandered off through the white halls of the hospital. He felt a lot better here and actually had the energy to walk normally. He turned around the corner and saw a girl his age, staring at the wall with a blank look on her face.
He walked over to her and sat next to her, looking at the spot she was looking at. He didn't understand what was so interesting about a white wall. The girl didn't even turn around to acknowledge him. He turned to her and poked her cheek. There was no reaction.
He poked her cheek again, this time saying random words he picked up.
"Hi."
Pokes*
"Clark!"
Pokes*
"Hungry?"
Pokes*
"Lara?"
The girl whispers softly. "It's Lana"
Clark perked up. Finally, a reaction!
He smiled and repeated the word, pointing at her. "Lara!"
The girl turned to look at him.
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Lana wanted to be left alone. Her parents were gone and she was the only one left behind. Abandoned. Her Aunt Nell had gone in to talk with the doctor which suited her just fine. She was staring at the wall, thinking about the power she had used, when someone sat next to her. She ignored him, knowing that people would stop bothering her if she didn't say anything.
The boy poked her cheek. She didn't respond. He would go away soon.
The boy poked her again and said "Hi". She pretended to ignore him but started paying attention to what he said. Apparently he didn't learn to talk very well yet. She knew his name was Clark at least.
"Lara?"
She had no idea how he almost guessed her name but out of habit she corrected him. "It's Lana"
For the first time since the meteor shower, Lana spoke again.
"Lara!"
She turned to him. He was a cute boy around her age and she didn't see his parents nearby.
"I told you already, It's Lana."
"Laannnaaa?" The boy seemed baffled by her name and tilted his head curiously as if trying to understand. He pointed at her. "Lana?"
The corner of her lips pulled up slightly, amused by the cute expression of his face. "Yes, Lana" she said pointing to herself.
He pointed to himself. "Clark!" he said proudly.
Before she could say anything else, Her Aunt came out and ushered her into the room. She took one last look at the boy before she followed her Aunt in.
Clark frowned when his new friend went away. Now where was Jon and Maathaa? He wandered back the way he came from, looking for familiar faces.
Inside the room the doctor kept asking annoying questions. Lana kept silent and started retreating into her mind. She didn't want to be here. It was cold, white, and lonely. She wanted to be in her mind where there were warm memories of her parents.
She pulled back into her mind, protecting herself. In an attempt to disconnect herself from reality, the stress and trauma cause the magic from within her to well up. Her head snapped back up, eyes looking straight forward.
"What is it? Do you remember something?" The doctor said patiently.
She nodded. "I don't remember anything but my name."
"Oh really? What is it?"
She gave him a cold smile. "It's Isobel."
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A/N: And it ends with a cliffhanger! Due to the trauma and stress, Lana's magic instinctively created a alternate personality to deal with the pain and grief. Does this have something to do with Lana's ancestor Countess Margerite Isobel Theroux?
Read and find out.
Also.
I'm going to make a vote like usual.
Should Clark and Lana grow up as friends?
Or should they meet each other in High School?
The reason for this is because Clark will be home schooled all the way until High School due to poor health.
*Opps i think I revealed a little bit too much.
So tell me what you think.
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