Jonathan Kent drove his truck down the road, an old 1970s tune playing through the truck radio as his wife Martha was talking about the festival they were returning home from in town. He loved his wife, but there were times where he would just shut off while she spoke to him about certain things. Things where he had been present fell into that category.

As he went to turn down the radio, a bright light came into view over head, dazzling him and his wife. He slammed on the breaks but was too late as the flaming object slammed into the front of the truck, jerking Jonathan and Martha forward while the truck flipped end over end, sending it skidding down the road before stopping in a ditch.

Jonathan did his best to shake off the daze, putting a hand to his forehead and feeling moisture, putting the hand in front of his face to see his blood on it. He looked over to Martha, seeing her unconscious in the passenger seat. He slowly began to undo his seatbelt, groaning as he hit the roof of the truck's cabin with a dull thud. As he pulled himself out, he saw something coming towards them. A small boy, a small naked boy.

When the boy got close enough, he just smiled at Jonathan. Jonathan looked at the boy, confused at the presence of a kid who couldn't be any more than three years old, before remembering his wife was still in the truck. He quickly ran to the other side of the truck, trying to open the door but finding it jammed. As he tried to pull it open, the boy came round to the side where Jonathan was and looked up at him then down at Martha. He put both hands on the handle, nudging Jonathan's aside as he did. Before Jonathan could take back the handle, the boy pulled it from the side of the truck, raising it above his head, still grinning.

As the door came off, Martha began to slowly come to, seeing the boy holding the car door up over his head. She began to try to undo her belt, Jonathan helping her get out of it quickly. As the boy set the door down, Martha quickly pulled off her red coat, wrapping it around the boy like a cloak. He just looked at the couple with the grin still present. Martha turned and looked at Jonathan.

"Martha, we can't keep him." Jonathan said, knowing what his wife was thinking "What would we tell people? That we found him in the middle of a road."

"Jonathan, we can't leave him out here." Martha replied "How about we take him to the authorities and just see what happens from there?"

"Fine." Jonathan said after a brief pause "I guess we should get walking, got a long walk ahead of us. Come on then kid, let's go."

"Wait, does he even have a name?" Martha said, crouching down to eye level with the boy "Do you have a name?"

The boy didn't say anything and just shook his head instead. Martha smiled at him as she picked him up and they began walking back towards town.



Clark Kent held the half dozen wooden pickets over his shoulder with one hand as he rammed another picket into the ground with the other hand, moving four steps to the left before doing the same with the next picket. As he finished pushing the last picket into the farm, he turned to see his mother holding a tray with three glasses of lemonade on it.

"Hey mom." He said "One of those for me?"

"Yes, it is." Martha said as Clark took one of the glasses off of the tray and downed half it's contents in one "Do you want to take your dad's through to him in the barn?"

"Sure." Clark said, taking another of the glasses off of the tray "Do you want me to bring him in?"

"No, let him finish with his tractor." She replied "It took him half an hour to the engine up and out like that, I doubt he'll want to leave before it's done."

"Okay." Clark said before turning and walking off into the barn.

The inside of the barn was it's usual mess of tools, hay and parts of tractors and other farm tools. Jonathan was stood with a large metal engine suspended by a chain above his head, a wrench in his hand as he worked on the engine. Clark began to walk towards him before noticing one of the chains giving way. As it did, everything around him seemed to slow down as Clark began to run towards it, his own speed seeming to be normal as he pushed Jonathan out of the way before the engine came down on Clark's head as he put his hands up to try and block it, the engine knocking him to the floor with a massive crash.

He laid there for a moment before pushing himself up and tossing the large metal object off of himself. That had been weird. He knew he was strong, but surely he couldn't be that fast, could he? He looked at his hands, noticing only slight bruises where the engine had made contact with him. Jonathan pulled himself up, running over to Clark and looking him up and down.

"Son, are you okay?" He asked, his worry obvious in his tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Clark said, confused, pointing to the engine "Did that just fall on me?"

"Looks that way." Jonathan said, going over to the wreckage of the engine "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Clark said "You don't need to worry about me so much dad. I mean, come on, I'm 12 and I can bench press the truck. Not exactly someone you need to worry about."

"Okay, I get your point." Jonathan said "Come on, let's get you inside."



Clark sat on the bench in the gym. He always found P.E. annoying, he had to hold back so much. He sighed to himself as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. The night before, he'd been in his family's storm cellar where his father had stored the ship he'd come in as a baby, which his father had found shortly after finding Clark. There'd been a weird noise coming from it so he'd gone to check it out. The last thing he remembered was a red upside down pentagon with a stylised 'S' in the centre being superimposed on his vision before passing out. It had been weird, to say the least.

As he thought about it, a girl about his age with dark brown hair came and sat beside him. He did his best not to think about it. Her name was Lana Lang, the girl he'd liked since he was about eight.

"So, Clark, you look like you've got a real conundrum on your mind." She said, smiling at him "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing really, just some stuff that's been hap-" He began but stopped at the sight in front of him.

She was sat there completely naked. He turned around and saw everyone else was in the same state of undress. He was suddenly unsure of where to look, so looked at the wall behind Lana… by looking through her! All that was left in terms of seeing her was her skeleton. He noticed the scar on the bone of her left wrist from when she'd broke it a couple of years ago.

"Clark, are you okay?" She asked him "You look like you're in some kind of shock."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He said, composing himself and finding himself looking at her face again, everyone around him suddenly fully clothed again "Just had one of those sudden dizzy spells people sometimes go on about. Do you know which one's I mean."

"Yeah." She said, grinning at him "Don't they usually happen when you're talking to someone you like?"

Clark suddenly realised he'd dropped himself in it. Right then, he wished he could just get up and super speed out of there. Of course, with all those people around, there was no way he could.

"Yeah, I guess they do." He said, being careful not to confirm that he liked her.

"Okay, so, if you did like me, what would you do?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I guess I'd ask you if you wanted to go and get a burger or something in town." He said "If you wanted to, that is. If you didn't want to go, that would be fine too."

"Relax Clark, I'd love to." Lana said, getting up and beginning to walk out of the gym, tossing back "Pick me up at eight."

Okay, so that's the first chapter. The next one we should finish covering Clark's early life. We all know how it's going to go with Lana, and no, we won't be covering every little date. There is going to be a big departure in the general mythos over the next chapter or two. However, we all know what the first two or three chapters are all leading up to; Clark's becoming Superman. So, R&R, please, no flames, and I hope you Enjoy. B.