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2009 – Smallville, Kansas
The Kent barn provided little solace the last few days. Ever since Clark let loose his secret to the media everything had gone sideways in his life. His attempt to get himself out in front of that media terror, Linda Lake, had backfired in the most spectacular of ways. Things had turned so badly that he now only had one option left to him, to use the Legion ring and turn back the clock a few days to undo the terrible mistake he'd made.
Arriving in a blur of movement Clark entered the barn with Lois Lane in his arms, having just had to rescue her from the government officials that were actually hunting him.
"Nice interception but you shouldn't be here, all the bloodhounds in the state will be sniffing you out," said Lois in her natural brusk manner as Clark set her on her feet.
"It's okay, I know this sounds crazy but in a few moments this will all be over," Clark countered as he walked further into the barn.
"Okay, well try me, my shock threshold is pretty high right now," she volleyed easily, following after him.
"Lois," Clark paused to look her in the eye. "I have a ring that allows me to go to any moment in time." He turned away again set on his course.
Lois hesitated for a moment before pursuing him further.
"I'm going to go back before Linda Lake ever wrote that article." Clark paused before an old red tool chest. "The world isn't ready to accept somebody like me."
Lois shook her head in disbelief at what she was hearing. "Then stay and fight back. Look, give people a chance to see who you really are."
"It's too late, Lois," replied Clark, his voice showing no hint of indecision. "My whole life I've seemed different."
"Some people spend their entire lives looking for a way to stand out," her voice now pleading with him. "To be a person that anybody would call special. When you first told me who you were, my first thought was 'anyone but Clark'. And not because of the alien thing," she huffed slightly. "I've known enough guys to know that you can be born on terra firma and be light years from normal."
"Lois," Clark stepped towards her, reaching out to her slightly. "You don't have to explain, I get it."
"No, you don't," she said with a shake of the head. "How can someone with x-ray vision be so blind. I've been down the hero road before, and every time I've made a giant u-turn. But this," she paused, her eyes slightly watery. "This was different."
Clark understood her then but he knew what needed to be done. "And this time it will be different Lois. When I do this no one is going to remember who I am."
"And when you hit your reset button, you're not going to tell me your secret are you?" she asked, already knowing the answer, the heartache creeping in far too easily.
Reluctantly, Clark replied, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Lois whispered, pain radiating through her voice. "Why should I think I'm special?" She paused, uncertain what to say next. "Clark, I understand."
"Lois, you don't understand," argued Clark. "It's because you are special."
Lois saw the slight glimmer in his eyes that told her just how special he really thought she was.
"I have to go," said Clark, finally turning away from her again, back to the tool chest that hid the Legion ring. The tool he needed to fix this awful future he created through his own error in judgment.
Clark opened the tool chest only to get hit immediately by the debilitating effects of kryptonite. He grasped desperately at the tool chest to try to keep himself upright only to fall, pulling the draw containing the kryptonite with him to the ground. "Lois," he gasped out in pain.
Lois hearing the sudden pain Clark was in tried to rush to his side only to feel a sudden pain across her back causing everything to fade to black.
Linda Lake tossed aside the remains of the plank she only moments before used to take Lois out of the picture. "Looking for this?" she asked as she stepped further into the light showing off the very ring that Clark was looking for.
Behind Linda, Lois' phone chimed, stirring her slightly, causing her to twitch a little as she fought to wake up. She needed to save Clark.
"I used to think a lot about rings," said Linda, admiring the Legion ring, practically flaunting it in front of Clark. "I thought getting one meant I'd found true happiness. But there is no such thing as true happiness in this world, is there?"
"Not when you only see the bad in people," Clark fought to get out each word as the kryptonite continued to sap his energy, killing him slowly.
Linda crouched down next to Clark to get a closer look. "Look how fast they turned on you. One second, you're on top of the world. And the next, it's as if your life story is written in someone else's blood. Not that I care, this trumps your blur any day."
"That ring, it's dangerous," pleaded Clark, the sheen of sweat on his face and brow thickening with each passing moment.
Linda smirked, standing slowly. "This ring is every journalist's dream. I'll know stories before they break. The entire world will know me."
Behind her Lois had finally regained consciousness. She pushed up to her feet as quickly and suddenly as she could, charging Linda from behind with as much strength as she could muster. A grunt escaped her as she hit Linda unawares, knocking her over a table, scattering several tools and farm supplies at the same time.
Linda came up swinging a wrench as Lois rounded the table to finish her assault on the woman.
Lois easily dodged the wild swings. Finally seeing an opening from the woman, Lois punched her hard in the kidneys dazing Linda slightly. She then proceed to punch the woman in the face repeated, enjoying each successive strike slightly more than the last. Lois kicked her in the chest as hard as she could lifting the woman slightly off the ground causing her to fall back on to the barn stairs, her head thumping heavily on the step first before sliding down a couple steps adding to the damage.
"Clark!" Lois shouted running back to her friend who was suffering so badly on the ground in front of her.
"Lois," he pleaded, the pain evident in his voice. "The rock," he barely nodded towards it.
Lois grabbed the kryptonite and threw it away, with as much strength as she could.
Clark instantly felt better and began climbing to his feet.
"Are you okay?" she asked, the desperation in her voice made it clear how worried for him she was.
"I'll be alright," he answered in a rush, looking her in the eyes despite the lack of light in the barn. He hobbled slightly as he moved towards Linda's unconscious form.
Lois' phone chimed again at the incoming call, she saw it was from Chloe but right now she needed to get to Clark to make sure he was okay.
Clark picked up the ring from the barn floor where Linda dropped it during her fight with Lois. He immediately started to slip the ring on his finger when he felt and saw Lois' hand lay over top of his. The ring wobbled slightly and expanded. The ring slipped over both his finger and Lois' triggering a bright purple light engulfing the entire barn.
2001 – Smallville, Kansas
Clark was furious and annoyed and worried all at once. The events of the previous day had completely unsettled him. And now, his dad was telling him to return the truck, the gift from Lex, he wanted so badly to keep. "Why not? I saved the guy's life."
"So you think you deserve a prize?" asked Jonathan Kent sternly.
"That's not what I meant," argued Clark, he could already feel he was going to lose this argument but he'd be damned if he didn't try.
Jonathan smirked slightly feeling his victory already at hand as he continued to busy himself with various work around the farm.
"How about you drive the new one and I'll drive the old one? Everybody wins," Clark offered hopefully.
"It's not about winning, Clark," said Jonathan, disappointment dripping from his voice.
"It's not like the Luthors can't afford it," Clark argued, his annoyance at his father's stubbornness showing through.
Jonathan sighed heavily. "Do you want to know why that is? Do you remember Mr. Bell who used to let us go fishing on his property? How about Mr. Guy? He used to send us pumpkins every Halloween. Well Lionel Luthor promised to cut them in on a deal, he sent them flashy gifts," Jonathan spun the key ring on his finger to accentuate his point. "Only once they sold him their property he went back on his word. He had them evicted, son."
"So you're judging Lex on what his father did?"
Jonathan scoffed. "No Clark, I'm not. I just want to make sure you know where the money came from that bought that truck," said Jonathan, pointing poignantly at the truck in question, sitting in their driveway just feet away.
Clark looked back forth from the truck to his father as he walked away. Huffing slightly, Clark turned to walk into the barn.
Jonathan sighed, "Clark, I know you're upset, son. But it's normal."
That was the last straw for Clark as the threw his bag and jacket on the stairs to the barn loft he was climbing as his dad's word struck.
"Normal," he nearly shouted, turning back to face his father and walk down the first steps he'd climbed. He stomped over to the wood-chipper his father had been using before the argument began and flipped it on. Clark held up his right arm and made a fist then shouted over the loud noise of the machine, "How about this? Is this normal?" He then jammed his right hand and arm into the wood chipper.
"Clark!" Jonathan shouted, rushing to his son's side, working to pull what was no doubt going to be a bloody mess out of it.
Clark's arm came free to show his shirt had been torn and shredded but not a scratch on his skin.
"I didn't dive in after Lex's car," Clark yelled angrily. "It hit me at 60 miles an hour. Does that sound normal to you? I'd give anything to be normal." The anger vanished and all that was left was sadness that he wasn't normal at all. Before his dad could argue with him further Clark kited around him and jogged back up the stairs and into the barn loft, his Fortress of Solitude.
Jonathan was left alone to sigh in defeat only to look after his son ran off. He looked back to the driveway where his wife stood giving him a knowing look to go with their silent conversation.
An hour later, Jonathan found Clark still in the barn loft, no less sad than he was before.
"It's time, son," began Jonathan as he fished something out of his pocket, something he'd kept hidden and safe since the meteor shower.
"Time for what?" asked Clark, glancing briefly at his father.
"The truth," said Jonathan, holding out something wrapped in a yellow cloth to Clark. He sat down on a crate next to Clark so he could look him in the eye as he explained everything he knew. "I want you to take a look at something," he unwrapped the yellow cloth, the object inside resting in his hand. "I think it's from your parents. Your real parents."
Clark looked at the strange square object with unusual marking all over it. He took it curiously in hand. "What's it say?"
"I've tried to decipher it for years but it's not written in any language known to man," explained Jonathan, his eyes not leaving his son's face.
"What do you mean?" asked Clark, meeting his father's eye, curiosity peaking through in his own.
"Your real parents weren't exactly from around... here," he answered somewhat unsure how to say it.
"Where are they from?" asked Clark, starting to think his dad was messing with him.
Jonathan wasn't sure how to say it so he looked purposefully to his left at the telescope he'd passed to Clark years ago.
Clark snorted in disbelief, "What are you trying to tell me dad? That I'm from another planet?"
Jonathan looked Clark in the eye again, wordlessly answering Clark's question.
"I suppose you stashed my spaceship in the attic?"
"Actually it's in the storm cellar," answered Jonathan seriously.
Clark was honestly stunned silent as he followed his father out to the storm cellar. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it. He'd been in the storm cellar several times before, how could he have not seen a spaceship and yet he watched his dad walk over to the junk pile in the corner and push aside a bunch of scrap then pull off a tarp.
Clark was left speechless as he stared at a spaceship, his origins.
"This is how you came into our world son, it was the day of the meteor shower," said Jonathan, there was no hesitation, no further explanation.
Clark backed away protesting, "This is a joke, right?"
Jonathan subtly shook his head.
Clark tentatively took a step forward and reached out a hand to touch it. As soon as his hand made contact a loud humming screamed through his head. He jerked back suddenly but the screechy hum persisted, even when he put his hands over his ears and curled into a ball on the ground.
Jonathan saw Clark's reaction after touching it and tried immediately to help him only for Clark to jerk suddenly throwing him across the cellar. He watched helplessly as Clark began to bleed, first from his nose, then his ears, and finally his eyes. It seemed like he watched for hours but it was really only minutes before Clark finally lost consciousness.
Just as it ended there was a small flash of purple light near his hand and a gold ring appeared only to melt seconds later then evaporated in several purple sparks of light.
Jonathan was confused as he rushed to Clark's side. He was relieved to see Clark was still breathing albeit shallow breaths. His pulse was also slow but he was alive. Jonathan rocked Clark up to a sitting position then pulled him over his shoulder and lifted him in a fireman's carry and rushed him back to the house, calling for Martha as he ran.
2001 – Heidelberg, Germany – Patrick Henry Village
Lois Lane was in a celebratory mood, bittersweet celebratory but celebratory nonetheless. Lucy was off to boarding school in Switzerland. She was sad to see her go but having a room to herself was so worth it, even if it meant she had to bare the brunt of the General's... abuse wasn't the right word but it wasn't short of it.
Lois danced in her underwear and a tank top over to her stereo to change the CD. "Come to momma," she said cheerfully as she took out the Poison CD and put in her Best of Whitesnake. As the music started beating through the small speakers she amped up the volume. She was going off-base tonight with some of the other army brats to get drunk. She loved being young in Europe, low drinking age and kick ass dance clubs and all.
"Lois!" yelled a voice from outside her door.
Lois sighed but ignored it.
"Lois!" shouted the General's voice closer than before.
Lois rolled her eyes and kept dancing, he'd go away eventually.
"Lois!" shouted the General from right outside her door.
"Go away, da-" she hit the ground with a loud thump.
The General heard the crash and forced the door open to see Lois on the ground seizing and bleeding from her nose, ears, and eyes. "Dear god in heaven," he gasped, pulling a radio from his belt.
"I need an emergency team sent to my quarters immediately," shouted Sam into his radio. "My daughter is having some kind of seizure."
"Emergency medical is on the way," came the short response
"Just hang on Lo, help is on the way," said Sam, cradling his daughter's head.
Within minutes a number of corpsmen entered the room and began checking her over. "General Lane, sir, we need to airlift her to Landstuhl Medical Center, she's going to need several tests and we don't have the equipment here on base," advised one of the corpsmen. He injected her with a sedative a moment later and almost instantly her muscles stopped seizing but a quick check of her eyes showed she was still suffering from something.
"Just make it happen!" ordered the General loudly.