Title: Turning Point

Author: LimitedMage

Spoilers: S:tM, SII and SR

Summary: After the death of his mother, a teenage Jason White finds out why he possesses all these supernatural abilities.

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Night. He was in a car; she was sitting next to him, driving. It was raining, water falling on the sedan's windows. The road was empty, not another car in sight. She turned her head for a moment to smile at him. He smiled back. Then, almost out of nowhere, it appeared.

A large, black SUV, running out of control through the street.

He felt the crash, heard the metal body bend and the windows break. He heard her screaming, saw her turn the steering wheel in a desperate, last intent to survive...

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Jason woke up from his nightmare instantly. He realized he was sweating, so he took off the blankets that were drowning him in heat. He sat up on the bed, breathing deeply, trying to relax.

This wasn't the first of the nightmares, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He remembered that tragic night so vividly, so painfully... Even though a few months had already passed, he was still in disbelief, and the idea of never seeing her again had sunk in very slowly.

Jason felt his eyes water and his vision blur. Time had slowly healed the wounds, but they still hurt so much. As much as he wanted to keep denying it, he couldn't run away from the truth:

His mother had died that night.

Jason dried the tears with his hand and looked at the bedside alarm clock. The red LED lights glowed 5:57. At least he wouldn't have to go to sleep again. He looked at the window and saw that the sky had the dull pink colour it always had just before sunrise. He got up and left the room, heading towards the kitchen for some breakfast. He was surprised to see his father sitting there already, eating an oversized bowl of cereal.

"Hey," he said as he saw Jason enter the room.

"Morning, Dad," answered Jason. He took a bowl from a pile of newly-washed dishes and sat next to his father, serving himself some breakfast.

"So..." his father started. Jason turned and looked at him. He was smiling, but it was a sad smile. "Happy Birthday." Richard handed his son a small, long box wrapped in bright blue gift paper with a card that read Jason, happy 17th glued on it.

"Dad..." Jason was taken aback. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten his own birthday. He took the present and slowly opened it, careful not to damage the paper. He opened the generic cardboard box under the paper to find something really odd: a long, completely transparent crystal.

Jason looked up at his father, his eyes curious and confused.

"Jason," his father started, "there's something I've never told you."

Now Jason was even more confused. "What do you mean, Dad?"

"Well, there's no easy way to say this..." Richard hesitated for a moment, then continued. "There's something you should know. Jason, I'm not..." He stopped again. "I'm not your biological father." Richard waited for Jason's response.

"W-what?" he said in disbelief after a few seconds. "You mean I'm... what? Adopted?"

"Jason," Richard continued, "your mother was certain that I was your father until you started to show certain..." Richard chose the next word carefully. "...traits from your biological father."

"Traits?" repeated Jason. "You mean... the things I can do?"

Richard ignored his comment. "But I didn't care. Even when I found out that we had no genes in common, I had still raised you, and I loved you." He paused for a moment. "I still do, Jason."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Jason was confused and angry, to say the least.

Richard didn't answer. A few moments later, he said, "You biological father came to me last night, and told me to give you this." He pointed at the crystal, which was still untouched in the box. "If you go talk to him, he will surely give you answers to any question you may have."

"So he's... he's alive? You've seen him?" Curiosity was now plaguing his mind. "Who is he?"

Richard looked into his son's eyes, which were filled with confusion, anger and a need for explanation.

"Jason, your father is Superman."

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AN: Whew. Finally got that done. I've been having this in my head for a while now, and I finally came to writing it. Don't know if I'll ever get to finish it, but reviews would encourage me to continue. I have a lot planned out for this story!