Ok folks, this is only my second attempt at a Smallville story, so please don't flame me if its not up to scratch.
Setting: mid season 3
Alone no more
Chapter 1: A late arrival from Krypton
The probe entered the outer solar system with enough speed to easily escape the stars gravity if it so decided. It's outer hull changed configuration, rendering it invisible to the primitive electro-magnetic detection systems operating on the third planet.
The faded Ion trail led to the same planet, and the probe changed coarse, using a gas-giant to bleed of most of its speed and send it into a gentle orbit that took it to its destination.
Carefully shielded transmissions echoed out across the void and found a response from the middle of a large landmass. Scanning the area for other natural and artificial satellites, the probe entered orbit directly above the signal.
The probe took a while to decide what to do: it's power supply was down to just 20, barely enough to reach another habitable system, and there was no guaranty that that one would be any better.
The probe did the electronic equivalent of shrugging its shoulders, and awoke the program that lay dormant deep within its memory banks. That program spent a few minuets going over all the data it already had, and then scanned all the electro-magnetic frequency, updating what it had.
It waited for a moment, the electronic equivalent of a stunned silence, then prepaired a landing pod.
Clark Kent saw the shooting star pass over the farm and disappear behind the trees in the direction of the caves that held his fathers memories. There was a flash, followed by a muffled bang. Not even thinking twice, he took off at full speed.
The tennis ball sized probe shed its outer skin and floated up into the air at about head height. A small opening appeared, and a scanning beam quickly checked the cave, recording everything. It detected the Kryptonian technology embedded in the wall, and stopped.
A more direct beam focused on the wall, and the engraved symbols lit up.
"What the…" Clark looked at the strange sphere that floated in the middle of the cave. He found himself rooted to the spot as the probe turned its scanning beam on him. It ran over him reputably then stopped.
A strange voice spoke to him in a langue he didn't understand, but the tone sounded inquisitive.
"I can't understand what you're saying." He took a step closer, but the probe backed away.
"Who are you?" The voice asked again in English.
"My name's Clark Kent."
"Who are you?"
"I don't understand the question."
"Processing." The probe held still, and then emitted a golden light.
The beam stopped just before Clark, and he started to see the outline of a body. The form slowly solidified, taking on more detail, until a glowing man dressed in a set of black overalls with a red and gold crest on the front stood before him.
"I asked what your name is, son of Krypton." The man's voice was soft.
"Kal-El, son of Jor-El." Clark responded without even thinking.
"You are Jor-El's son?" The man raised an eyebrow, and then smiled, "I should have known he was up to something."
"You knew my father?" Clark asked, confused.
"No: I am a hologram, a recording." The man shook his head, "But I hold the memories of Zor-El, brother of Jor-El."
"My father had a brother?"
"Indeed: They where not close, but they did keep in touch."
"How did you get here?"
"There is a Kryptonian deep space probe in orbit 120-miles above your head. I was carried in its data banks, inactive, sleeping if you like. It followed an Ion trail to this world and awakened me. I came down to see what it had found."
"What are you looking for?"
"A refuge for a lost soul."
"No." Zor-El shook his head, "For my daughter, Kara."
"Huh?" Clark blinked.
"My folks are going to kill me when they find out about this…" Clark muttered, standing in the middle of the field, looking up at the night sky.
"You worry too much." The holographic Zor-El stood next to him, "And if what you have told me is true, they are good people."
"What was my real family like?" Clark asked, trying to work a few things out in his head.
"Tor-El, Jor-El and Zor-El's farther, was a member of the Kryptonian ruling council for most of his life. As the eldest, Jor-El was expected to follow in his footsteps. Zor-El was a dreamer, a scientist: he built the prototype space-arc that brought you here."
"Why do you always talk about yourself in the third person."
"Because I am not Zor-El: he is dead, and I am but a recording of his personality and memories."
"Like the recording of Jor-El in the cave?"
"In a way." Zor-El pointed up into the sky, "Here it comes."
Clark looked up in time to see one of the mired of stars visible in the clear Kansas night sky start to move. It grew brighter, slowly circling as it descended. Finally Clark was able to see the outline of a ship almost identical to the one that had brought him to Earth all those years before.
The main difference being that it was ten times the size.
"That's going to be hard to hide." Clark looked at it, "Why's it so big?"
"Because it needed to be." Zor-El looked at the young man, "Kara is 15 Earth years old."
"Mom, Dad?" Clark opened the Farmhouse's front door.
"In here son." His Jonathan Kent called from the kitchen, "What is it?"
"Um, you'd better come and see for yourself." Clark answers, feeling a little guilty.
"What's the matter?" Martha Kent came through the doorway first, and stopped dead when she saw the young girl Clark was holding in his arms, "What happened."
"It's a long story." Clark smiled sheepishly, "It seems she's my cousin."
"This is a little hard to take." Jonathan Kent looked down as Kara as she lay on the sofa, still sleeping, "You trust this Zor-El?"
"I don't see how I can't." Clark looked at his adoptive father, "There's no way anyone could fake what I saw: she really did arrive in a Kryptonian ship, just like I did. Zor-El knows things that no one should about my past, about Jor-El."
"So how did he survive the destruction of Krypton?" Martha asked.
"Because Zor-El wasn't on Krypton." The hologram walked through the doorway, followed by the probe that contained his memories, "He was on the neighbouring planet, Argo: a small colony had been set up there, and Zor-El was studding the planets geology. When Krypton was destroyed, the colony was forced to fend for its self. They tried their best, but without the support of their home world, it was a losing battle."
"I think you'd better start from the beginning again and go a little slower." Clark sat down, dazed.
"Any idea when she'll wake up?" Clark asked his 'uncle' once his parents had gone to bed.
"It is hard to say." Zor-El shrugged, "The stasis field that protected her during the journey affects everyone differently. It is hard to say how she will react."
"Ok." Clark leaned over his cousin to get a better look: her pale face was framed by long blond hair that ran down past her shoulders. She was certainly what most people would consider beautiful, maybe even striking, but there was still something that worried Clark, "What are we going to tell people about her?"
"The truth: she is your cousin, that her parents died not long ago, and that she has come to live with you. I can easily plant the appropriate files in the right computer systems. You will have to take care of any hard-copy's, but that shouldn't be a problem for you."
"Will she have the same powers as me?" Clark asked, sitting down in an armchair.
"In time: she has not been exposed to this worlds yellow sun, but it will start to effecter her. She will eventually develop the same abilities as you have, but at a slower rate. She is younger, after all."
"This is going to take some getting used to." Clark sighed; his eyes feeling heavy, "Life just keeps getting weirder and weirder…" he drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued…