FIC: Reunion (Smallville), Part 05 of ???
From the wilds of Alaska, I bring you fic:
Previous Parts:
Prologue/Part One/Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Five
One of the men stepped out of the craft. At first Lois didn’t notice him, her concentration so directed at the sketch of - come on, Lois, don’t equivocate, it doesn’t just resemble him, it is him - Clark Kent. But then he spoke - “Lara?” - and Lois looked up, moving the beam of her flashlight from the woman’s face. If the sketch hadn’t confirmed the situation, the man’s face definitely did it. Lois had noticed right off the bat that Clark did not resemble either Mrs. or Mr. Kent and she had asked Chloe if Clark was adopted. While Clark Kent owed his mannerisms and attitudes to one Jonathan Kent of Smallville, Kansas, most of the remainder of his existence was practically cloned from this man. He was tall and solidly built, but not thick. His hair, shot through with gray and silver, was dark brown, almost black, and while he wore it longer than Clark did, it was exactly the same texture: straight, with just a hint of wave, especially with the curl across the forehead that she’d seen before on one Kansan farmboy on early mornings. The man’s jaw was more harshly cut and his chin more deeply cleft, but she supposed that Mommy had to have contributed something more than a smile and an x-chromosome. But there was no doubt in Lois Lane’s mind that this man - alien, whatever - was Clark’s father.
The man stared at her, narrowing his eyes. “Lara,” he said again - she didn’t know what it meant, but the alien woman reacted and in the rapid-fire discussion - argument? - that followed, it was one of two words Lois had learned to recognize. The other was Kal-El.
Whatever the alien woman said, it was clear from her smile at the end of it that she’d won. She stepped forward and tapped the small device, which Lois still held. Lois handed it back to her and the woman poked at it again before speaking. “Son Kal-El,” she said, “you know? You take us to Kal-El?”
It wasn’t quite Take me to your leader, puny human, but Lois wasn’t picky. The sun was now completely below the horizon. “Sure,” she said. Even if this was the galactic mix-up of the centery, the Kents had lived in Weirdsville since the dawn of time. Between them and Chloe, they could figure out some aliens. “Sure,” she said again. “I’ll take you to Kal-El.”
The third alien poked his head out of the craft at her words. “Kal-El?” he asked. He looked remarkably like the first man. Lois’s brain hurt, trying to wrap it around the situation.
The third alien climbed down excitedly and the three of them held another brief discussion in their strange language, almost entirely ignoring Lois - although the third alien did glance over at her once or twice excitedly, as if he’d never seen a human being before. It made her nervous.
“Um, guys, hi?” Lois finally interjected. “You guys want to see Kal-El, right? I-take-you-to-see-Kal-El, yes?” she said in her best you don’t speak more than five words of English but I’ll humor you anyway tone of voice.
The first man broke off their little pow-wow and grabbed her wrist, saying something to her in rapid-fire alien-ese. The woman tried to translate: “Yes, you take us Kal-El. You take us now.”
Lois yanked her arm back. “Yes, I’ll take you to Kal-El. Jeeze. Come with me.”
TBC
Previous Parts:
Prologue/Part One/Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Five
One of the men stepped out of the craft. At first Lois didn’t notice him, her concentration so directed at the sketch of - come on, Lois, don’t equivocate, it doesn’t just resemble him, it is him - Clark Kent. But then he spoke - “Lara?” - and Lois looked up, moving the beam of her flashlight from the woman’s face. If the sketch hadn’t confirmed the situation, the man’s face definitely did it. Lois had noticed right off the bat that Clark did not resemble either Mrs. or Mr. Kent and she had asked Chloe if Clark was adopted. While Clark Kent owed his mannerisms and attitudes to one Jonathan Kent of Smallville, Kansas, most of the remainder of his existence was practically cloned from this man. He was tall and solidly built, but not thick. His hair, shot through with gray and silver, was dark brown, almost black, and while he wore it longer than Clark did, it was exactly the same texture: straight, with just a hint of wave, especially with the curl across the forehead that she’d seen before on one Kansan farmboy on early mornings. The man’s jaw was more harshly cut and his chin more deeply cleft, but she supposed that Mommy had to have contributed something more than a smile and an x-chromosome. But there was no doubt in Lois Lane’s mind that this man - alien, whatever - was Clark’s father.
The man stared at her, narrowing his eyes. “Lara,” he said again - she didn’t know what it meant, but the alien woman reacted and in the rapid-fire discussion - argument? - that followed, it was one of two words Lois had learned to recognize. The other was Kal-El.
Whatever the alien woman said, it was clear from her smile at the end of it that she’d won. She stepped forward and tapped the small device, which Lois still held. Lois handed it back to her and the woman poked at it again before speaking. “Son Kal-El,” she said, “you know? You take us to Kal-El?”
It wasn’t quite Take me to your leader, puny human, but Lois wasn’t picky. The sun was now completely below the horizon. “Sure,” she said. Even if this was the galactic mix-up of the centery, the Kents had lived in Weirdsville since the dawn of time. Between them and Chloe, they could figure out some aliens. “Sure,” she said again. “I’ll take you to Kal-El.”
The third alien poked his head out of the craft at her words. “Kal-El?” he asked. He looked remarkably like the first man. Lois’s brain hurt, trying to wrap it around the situation.
The third alien climbed down excitedly and the three of them held another brief discussion in their strange language, almost entirely ignoring Lois - although the third alien did glance over at her once or twice excitedly, as if he’d never seen a human being before. It made her nervous.
“Um, guys, hi?” Lois finally interjected. “You guys want to see Kal-El, right? I-take-you-to-see-Kal-El, yes?” she said in her best you don’t speak more than five words of English but I’ll humor you anyway tone of voice.
The first man broke off their little pow-wow and grabbed her wrist, saying something to her in rapid-fire alien-ese. The woman tried to translate: “Yes, you take us Kal-El. You take us now.”
Lois yanked her arm back. “Yes, I’ll take you to Kal-El. Jeeze. Come with me.”
TBC