Here's my latest fan fic, this Alt. Universe story covers the time period after Clark and Lana broke up and before Clark and Lois get together.
Laura Lake/Gold Wing is my own creation, as is Marcus Worthington.
I don't own anything relating to DC Comics or Smallville.
Laura Lake/Gold Wing/Clois Crossover
MHX:Geneseo - Early 2010 AU
What if Clark and Lana never got together? How about Clark and Lois?
In another version of Time Shards, the world faces a different type of reality. We thought we knew everything, we were wrong. We are not alone. Clark Kent is living proof of that. We as a people need to think multi-dimensionally. - Marcus Worthington, Chronicler of Days - Shard of Mystery.
Teaser: From Beyond Smallville: Gold Wing.
Eighteen year old Laura Lake, casually strolled into the cave as she'd done a hundred times before. The two golden idols she'd found recently, yielded no further clues into why the Loracite existed. It flowed freely from below the caves, likely from an underground hot spring.
Laura wasn't a geologist, but logically, the Loracite deposit heralded from below Crater Lake's basin. The unusual mineral from which she drew her power, had never been catalogued on Earth before. Laura felt the familiar adrenaline rush as she waded through about six inches of Loracite infused water.
Within the Loracite, the young super hero named Gold Wing, felt the barely controllable energy burst. It took huge amounts of concentration for her to master the mineral, which had reorganized her DNA. Was the Loracite put here purposely, to create a new, allegedly superior form of life one day?
That was one of the myriad of questions that her best friend, and self-proclaimed geek, Tim Servo, had been wrestling with. Right now, Laura was distracted by her eyes, which suddenly felt odd. What she couldn't see was that her pupils had dilated, and turned an unusual shade of purple.
Laura made her way to the secret room where she'd first found the idols, and the hole in the cave wall which allowed the pure yellowish Loracite to pour freely into the cavern like a tiny waterfall. Today would be an unusual day for the raven haired teen beauty. A day that would change her life.
Squirreled away in the upper levels of the craggy cave were two young sets of eyes peering down at her. Laura hadn't noticed them yet. Her super sensitive hearing did pick up some pebbles scrabbling down a short incline just ahead of her, in a smaller antechamber.
"Hello?" Laura called into the darkness of the cave. She listened for a response, but none came. Her own voice echoed back to her. After a moment, the young super hero went back to studying the ancient Tekamah Native American Indian drawings, scattered on every wall throughout the cave.
She quickly flipped on her cell phone to contact Tim Servo, and catalog the myriad of multicolored pictographs of varying size and subject matter. Somewhere on these walls is a clue... she mused.
MHX Geneseo Chapter1: Prying Eyes
Scene: A series of caves twenty miles from Falcon Claw, Nebraska.
Laura walked slowly towards the noise. It was then that her cell phone rang. "Pretty good reception in a cave." She commented as she flipped it on to answer. "How are you my sweet?" It was her best friend Tim Servo's voice. "Just fine, Tim Ster." Laura answered.
"I just wanted to let you know that your Loracite possesses some radioactive properties." Tim explained. "Terrific." Laura grumbled. "Now what, my butt's going to glow in the dark?" She sniped. "Not unless it mixes with phosphorescent algae." Tim deadpanned.
"The radioactivity level is low, roughly equivalent to being nuked by a microwave for four minutes." Tim made the comparison. "That equates to five hours of intense exposure. Assuming your life span exponentially increases, untreated, you'll die in one hundred seventy seven years."
Laura laughed. "Bummer! Here I was just getting started with my life." She quipped. "So, how come I'm a mutant?" Tim shrugged. "The only evidence that I've found is that the Loracite reorganized your DNA. The good news is that you can limit its use to some degree."
"You mean like taking a prescribed amount, like a designer drug or something?" Laura's eyes still showed violet purple. "Exactly." Tim confirmed. "You can limit your Loracite intake as best suits your mood. There will be repercussions of course, like you won't be as fast, as strong, or as indestructible as if you'd given yourself a full dose."
"Awesome!" Laura smiled. "You mean I can still settle down, get married, have two point three children, a BMW, and one point four dogs?" Tim was silent. "I'm afraid not, Laura. It's very unlikely that you will be able to have children." He said seriously. "Oh." She was disappointed.
"Keep in mind that my research is preliminary." Tim qualified. "By the time I get to Berkeley, you know, the California University? I may be able to access their high tech laboratories, and confirm or refute my current hypothesis."
"It will be a few years, then?" Laura gulped. "Before we know for sure." Tim nodded. "Yes. I applied to Berkeley, and may be accepted next fall." Laura sighed. "That will have to do, then. Thanks Tim." She gazed into the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of what had caused the recent noise, pebbles scrabbling, and a bit of splashing in the yellow Loracite creek.
"Also, I've determined that some of the Tekamah Native American Indian drawings have a specific pattern." Tim continued. "The prophecy states that there will be a coming destruction of Mother Earth, to which they refer to as 'Mata Enduk.'"
"Great!" Laura muttered. "I hate apocalyptic graffiti." Tim chuckled as he read the newest translations from his laptop screen. "Do you see the ring of figures assembled around a burning tree?" Laura flashed the light on a dry cave wall across from her. "Yup. I got it."
"That's known as the City of Undead." Tim explained. "Swell." Laura commented. "Can't they write about beautiful sunny days, birds singing, and fluffy bunnies gently gnawing on clover?" Tim snickered. "What fun would that be?" He quipped.
"A city?" Laura echoed. "How would the Tekamah even know what a city was? Aren't these drawings over a thousand years old?" Tim agreed that he was puzzled. "They could've heard us palefaces talking about an existing European city, or a colony in the New World."
"Okay, I'll buy that." Laura admitted. "The problem is that a thousand years ago puts us at about 1010 A.D. So who was here in America before Columbus or any other colonists?" Tim sighed. "That, my dear, is the multimillion dollar question."
"Speculation revolves around the Vikings from up north." Tim postulated. "They could've gotten into the waterways like the great lakes, by mistake. Or the Vikings could've made inroads into America far deeper than anyone originally thought."
"This is really fascinating, Tim." Laura remarked. "I can try and dust the drawings off a bit." She offered. "Do, or do not. There is no try." Tim joked. "Yeah, thanks Yoda." Laura retorted. She was distracted from any further investigation by a loud noise up ahead of her.
"Tell me you heard that." Laura spoke softly into the cell phone. "Loud and clear, my maven of mischief." Tim affirmed. "Maybe I startled a bear or a cougar?" Laura guessed. "In the middle of Nebraska? I doubt that." Tim commented. "Be careful. Is your Loracite power up to speed?"
"Yeah, I should be alright." Laura reassured him. "Why are you here?" A high-pitched female voice said. Laura whirled to face…a young girl? Laura had assumed her favorite attack position, relaxing quickly. A shadow of a girl appeared above her atop a craggy ledge.
Laura's flashlight beam played on the girl's face. She winced at the bright light. The girl's eyes seemed to glow red. Laura was sure it was a trick of the flashlight beam making its way through the damp musty air of the cave. "Who are you? What're you doing here?" Laura snapped.
"I am called Solara." She replied nervously. "That's the name my friends gave me. Don't you know that these caves are sacred?" Laura shrugged. "Next time, someone ought to post a sign." She said dryly. "They're sacred to whom?"
Solara couldn't have been more than nine or ten years old, in Laura's estimation. She couldn't tell if the girl had dark skin, or was just filthy from prowling around the cave. "I don't know." Solara answered. "That's what Strife Havoc keeps telling us."
Laura scowled. "Strife Havoc? That's an unusual name. You said us?" She pointed out. Solara probably wasn't a descendant of the Tekamah, as far as she knew, that particular race of Native Americans hadn't been seen in this area for a hundred years.
Solara made no effort to approach her. A second, smaller shadow appeared next to the child. Laura switched her flashlight on the new arrival. This girl appeared to be about seven or eight years old. She peered down at Laura from the ledge.
"Are you guys lost?" Laura softened her tone. She thought it odd that two young children would be in the caves alone. There could've been animals, or snakes around, not to mention that the girls could get injured wandering around the caves. Neither girl had a light source that Laura could determine. Perhaps there was another entrance to the Loracite cave? She mused.
"Don't talk to her, Solara, she's evil!" The younger girl warned. "I am not evil!" Laura said with some irritation in her voice. "Yes you are!" The smaller girl argued. "I heard you reading the walls. Only spirits can read the walls of the ancients." Laura sighed.
"You didn't answer my question? Are you from the reservation?" Laura pressed. "No. We are from Geneseo." Solara responded indignantly. "Geneseo?" Tim's tinny voice said aloud.
"That's over thirty miles from the caves." Tim informed her. "Why does that box talk?" The younger girl questioned. Laura gasped. The kids didn't know what a cell phone was? "Did your parents drop you off?" She inquired with some worry.
"No." Solara volunteered. "Our parents got sick and died." Laura gulped. This was not good at all, she thought sourly. Tim was already flipping his nimble fingers across his laptop keyboard. He was pulling up any information on Geneseo that he could.
Either the girls were lying, and possibly abandoned, or they weren't, Laura mused. "Come down here so I can have a look at you." She tempted. Solara reluctantly stood up. "No! Don't do it! She'll eat you!" The smaller girl protested. "I'm not going to eat you." Laura smiled.
Solara bravely walked along the ledge. She seemed to have no fear of falling. The younger girl followed at a slower pace, but showed no interest in the ten-foot plunge below her. "I'm Laura, by the way." The Gold Wing offered.
"Be careful." Laura urged as she shadowed the girls' progress, meeting them at an incline. They seemed confident in their descent. Laura assumed that the girls were used to playing in the caves, but Tim's observations rang in her head. Geneseo was thirty miles away!
Finally the children stood before her. Solara had distinctly Native American features, yet the other girl didn't. "So, what's your name?" Laura focused on the younger girl. "Sedna." She replied warily, sticking close to the older girl.
"Who watches you?" Laura grilled them. "Watches us what?" Solara asked. "Who takes care of you?" Laura tried. "No one really." Solara responded as she seated herself comfortably on a craggy butte about three feet off the cave floor. She seemed fearless and relaxed.
"No one?" Laura was skeptical. "Just Terre Collin." Sedna offered, seeing no immediate threat from Laura. "He's kind of like our leader. I don't like him. He's always bossing me around. Sedna do this, Sedna do that. I'm sure. Like, he's not the boss of me!" She rambled.
Laura chuckled, noting that Sedna seemed educated, so she assumed that the younger girl hadn't been on her own for long. Her pale brown skin tone gave her a decidedly European appearance. Laura guessed that her parents were likely Italian or Greek.
"What if you don't listen to him?" Laura asked carefully. She wanted to make sure that a molester or something hadn't held the girls. "He gets all mad and his eyes glow!" Sedna replied. "He shoots fire from his hands!" Solara added. "He does not!" Sedna argued.
"Yeah he does! I seen him!" Solara defended. Either way, Laura didn't like where this was going. "Tim, did you get that?" She said into the phone. Solara and Sedna looked horrified. "Yes." Tim stated. "I don't like this at all." Laura added as the girls backed away.
"You're going to like this even less." Tim said. "Geneseo was listed as an agricultural town. Its sole industry was crop production and improvement, genetic improvement. Ideally, the Ag Lab that was its central business specialized in genetic manipulation of food products."
"Geneseo never had more than five or six hundred residents, all or most of which, were employed at the Ag Lab. Seven years ago, the lab decided that their experiment was a failure. Their government funding was pulled, and the Ag Lab was shuttered. Here's the kicker: Rowland Chemicals bought acres of unwanted and allegedly useless land." Tim informed her.
"The tagline on the article says that the townspeople moved away, leaving Rowland Chemical to supposedly dismantle and resell the Ag Lab." Tim continued. "You think that Solara and Sedna are children that were left behind?" Laura asked as the girls huddled closer to one another.
"That's quite possible." He agreed. "Wait! Here girls, see it's just a phone." Laura handed the slim line cell phone to Solara. Sedna cautiously peered up at it. "Tim, say hi to Solara." Laura urged. "Hello Solara, how are you?" He inquired. "Fine." Solara said into the phone.
"I've never seen a phone without wires before." Solara commented. Sedna relaxed, peering into the small screen. "Do you have a lot of phones at home?" Tim asked the curious girl. "Yeah, but Terre says that they don't work, and who would we call?" Solara responded.
Laura swallowed hard. She was starting to get a picture, one that she didn't like. "Who's Terre?" Tim wondered. "Terre Collin, supposedly someone who takes care of the girls." Laura handed the phone to Sedna, who stared at it, and then put it to her ear, mimicking Solara.
Immediately, Tim began to research that name. It sounded a bit unusual to him, like there might be pieces missing to it. He would try a variety of searches, but all would take time. Laura heard a new set of footsteps padding toward her. They weren't trying to be quiet at all.