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Jemma stayed close behind Clark as he did his 'laser tag thing' as she so affectionately called it. She'd never seen him use it this heavily before and so she stayed quite, not wanting to distract him. As the final layer of ice was melted away and Clark shook his head a little, reverting back to normal vision, Jemma wrapped her arms around his bicep and held tight afraid she might faint. Clark looked at her concerned until she nodded ahead of him and the man turned his head suddenly speechless about the sight in front of them. There, half encased in ice, was a gigantic ship of some sort and Clark recognized the architecture immediately, letting out a puff of air as He began to move towards it, Jemma close by his side. After a small amount of fiddling around, Jemma watched as Clark found the apparent door into the ship and when he couldn't find any way to open it, simply ripped it off it's hinges. Jemma stepped back instinctively, slightly frightened. Sure she had seen him stop cars and catch trees but she'd never seen him be quite so destructive and the thought of him being quite so aggressive, especially with his strength and other abilities, scared her a little. She brushed the thoughts away however when he turned to her, looking almost like a lost little boy, but still noting the distance she'd placed between them with a frown.
"I think we've found something…" He said and Jemma walked towards the entrance he'd made, gesturing up at the hole. "Give me a boost." She said and took hold of his shoulders when he gripped her gently around the waist and easily picked her up, Jemma placing a her hands either side of the 'door' and using his shoulder as footfalls. She yelped a little in surprise when his hands left her waist to grip an entirely different area and she turned to look down at him. "That was not an invitation for you to grab my ass, Kent!" She exclaimed and Clark only smirked and shooed her gently away from the opening once she stood inside the ship, jumping up himself.
They walked through the first doorway that they saw, Jemma once again gripping tightly onto Clark's hand. They came to a large vast hallway of sorts, a glowing panel popping up next to them as they passed though the door, scaring Jemma and making her jump at least three feet away. Clark smiled at her gently and turned back to the panel, frowning when he realized the shape of the hole in it seemed oddly familiar. Jemma carefully turned away from him and placed her ungloved hands on the cold metal walls, immediately retracting them when the cold proved too much, instead turning back to Clark as he tore his necklace from his neck, the strange metal pendant immediately flying into the little hole. Jemma smiled at the back of his head but it swiftly turned into a look of horror as her eyes caught notice of a strange cylinder shaped pod drift down from the ceiling.
"Clark!" The man turned around quickly at the sound of panic in Jemma's voice and was taken slightly aback by the strange robotic entity that had appeared between them. Jemma pressed herself against the wall as panels on its body opened up and swiftly sent a metal whip flying towards Clark. The man gasped with slight surprise as the whip made contact with his skin, creating a thin gash in his arm and he spied the panel with his pendant in it, figuring it may turn the machine off. As he made towards it, the robot sent another whip at him, wrapping it around his arm and pulling him away from the panel. Jemma watched in horror as Clark struggled with the machine, but she saw his efforts to press the pendant all the way in and quickly made to move towards the panel, dodging Clark's battle with the machine. She screamed a little when a tentacle wrapped itself around her ankle with brute force and she cried out as it dragged her to the floor and away from the pendant. Another whip lashed out at her, but was caught mid air by Clark and he ripped it from the wherever it came from, fighting against two more tentacles that had wrapped themselves around him. The machine began retracting its tentacle that was around Jemma's ankle back into its body, but not letting her go and the young woman found herself swinging upside down by the foot as she kicked at the metal holding her captive.
Right in front of her eyes, she could see the panel and even figured if she swung herself she could reach it. Stretching her arms out in front of her, Jemma used what little core strength she had to violently swing herself as far as she could towards the panel, the movement of the machine fighting with Clark helping a little and her fingers grazed the pendant sticking out. "Fuck!" she swore and tried harder to move herself towards it finally getting enough leverage and pressing the metal shape inwards. The machine stopped in its actions immediately, letting Clark go and dropping Jemma as she swung, sending her sliding across the hallway with a painful sounding thump, a string of four lettered words trailing after her as she slid. Clark rushed to her as she stood again, glaring at the pod like machine that slunk off back into the depths of the ship.
"Are you okay?" He asked quickly, inspecting her body, through x-ray vision and regular eyesight. Jemma nodded, stretching her back a little. "That thing was strong…" Clark said causing his companion to look up at him quickly. "You're quite literally the strongest man I know, and if you had trouble with that thing… That scares me Clark." Jemma told him seriously and the man smiled thinly, before wrapping is arm around her, both being slightly startled by a strange noise behind them. Turning quickly and bracing for another attack of sorts, when they saw a figure far off down the hallway stare at them before turning and walking away. Jemma and Clark exchanged looks.
"Hello?" He called but the figure kept on moving until he could no longer be seen and Clark, tugged Jemma along gently, following the stranger.
Lois had been absolutely awestruck by the sight of the gigantic ship in the ice. She had stood for almost ten minutes just staring at it and taking a few photos until she spotted a hole in the hull, quickly making her way over to it, the reporter figured it was safe enough to climb up and did so with haste, placing her Camera up before following after it herself, once again her breath hitched as she laid her eyes on the futuristic interior of the ship.
The figure had seemed to lead them into some sort of control room. There was a captain's seat of sorts that Jemma took an immediate liking to, sitting in it and mock saluting. "Beam me up, Scotty!" She said with a wink and Clark shook his head, a fraction of a smile on his face when both their attentions were caught by the figure appearing in the door opposite to the one they came in, quickly walking away again. Clark helped Jemma down from the seat and the two followed once again the retreating figure. They came to a room with several strange pod-like things that Jemma likened to tanning beds. Curious as to what was inside, she rubbed the ice/dust away from one of them only to jump about a meter away with a loud gasp at the sight of a very old corpse. Clark was by her side in seconds and frowned at what she had discovered. "Whoever's ship this was, they're long gone by now." He said and Jemma detected the slight disappointment in his voice. "Well, maybe not… That one's empty…" She told him pointing to a pod that was set a little ways from the others. Clark smiled down at her attempt to cheer him up a little but his head whipped around when he heard the sound of the machines whips far off and the cry of what sounded like a woman. Without warning, Clark quickly took off down many hallways of the ship, leaving Jemma standing in the middle of the strange room.
"Wha-" She started and then stopped when she saw the figure once again, appearing to gesture with his head for her to follow. Jemma considered her options for a moment. Her boyfriend had just run away for no apparent reason and now some strange person on a long frozen alien ship wanted her to follow him. She supposed weirder things had happened and with a sigh and a lot of false confidence, Jemma followed the figure. This time he didn't disappear from view and after walking through three or so rooms she stood only about four feet behind him as he lead her somewhere. As they walked she took in his clothes, which unsurprisingly, looked completely foreign. He wore grey and black robes that made him look rather regal and his hair was shaggy, but neat. He had what appeared to be a full beard and all together the man was quite handsome, although much, much older than she. Finally they reached some sort of viewing deck but outside the large window they were only greeted with solid ice.
"Who are you?" Jemma asked timidly, suddenly hoping Clark would return soon as the man turned to face her. He inspected her unashamedly, her long hair that was tied up messily atop her head, her short stature and her slowly wilting frame that was covered up by bundles of clothing and Jemma felt like she was being put under a microscope.
"You are beautiful, for an earthling. I can see why he has chosen you." The stranger spoke and Jemma was taken aback, not only by his deep voice, but also by the kindness she could hear in it. Being complemented by an unknown man, possibly an alien by the way he spoke to her, had not been on her agenda today.
"Thank you…?"
"Jor-El. You may call me Jor." He told her and Jemma nodded. The two stood awkwardly staring at each other for a moment before Jor-El gestured to her. "And how may I address you?" He asked and Jemma fumbled a little. "Oh! Um my name is Jemma, Jemma Fields." She said and Jor-El nodded his understanding. They dissolved into another awkward silence until the man suddenly appeared right next to Jemma, making her jump as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I have no right to ask this of you Jemma, but look after Kal. While he may be alone in strength and speed and ability, as long as he has you he will never truly be alone. Look after him, make sure he knows even his limits, emotionally, physically…" Jor-El trailed off and Jemma stared confused as she begun to feel very sleepy all of a sudden.
"Wait! Who… who is… Kal…?" She slunk to the floor in a heap just as the ship began to move and break through the ice and as Clark entered the room with a passed out Lois in his arms. He carefully placed one woman on the floor to inspect the other and was confused to find she was only sleeping.
"You must leave them here." A voice told him and Clark looked up to stare at the stranger that had been evading he and Jemma earlier. "What?" He asked, confused.
"You must leave the humans where I have temporarily stopped this ship. They will be found, but I must speak with you alone." Jor-El told him and Clark, feeling something much deeper behind his words could only nod as a door towards the snow covered land below opened up. He carried out Lois first, and then Jemma, quickly pulling some old paper form his pocket and a pen and writing an address on it, before tucking it into her hand. He gently kissed her forehead, before climbing back aboard the ship, throwing one last glance at Jemma before the door closed and the ship was moving again.
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