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by KJC

 

3.12.04

 

 

Warning: If you don’t know anything about Superman, you will be at a loss in this fanfic.

 

 

A helicopter hummed in the distance as Clark threw bales to the cows.  He heard it coming long before it had ever reached Smallville, but he had learned to push those noises out of mind.

The hum grew to a roar as the helicopter began to fly overhead, close to the ground.  The cows scattered, and Clark looked up in alarm.

A ball of fire crackled along the belly of the helicopter.  The helicopter careened out of control, turning low as the pilot desperately tried to regain control of the craft.  The blades dug into the soft earth, crumpling instantly.

Clark raced towards the helicopter, but had to dive towards the ground as it exploded in a ball of flame.  As the flames died down, Clark stood.  There was no way anyone would have been able to survive the blast.  Even his clothes were singed and he was still a few hundred feet away from the craft.  If he were human, he would have been certain to have had second or third degree burns to some extent.

The blaze had to be stopped.  Clark burst the water tank nearby and began hosing the craft from a distance.  His parents were running out to him.

Clark!” his mother shouted.

“Call 911!” he yelled back.

He scanned the debris with his x-ray vision and saw three crumpled bodies inside the craft, mangled and charred.  Sorrow hit him with a heavy blow.  He couldn’t have saved them.  It had all happened too fast, too fast even for him.  He hadn’t seen it coming.

As he bowed his head, something caught his eye.  His mother ran up to his side, seeing what he saw as well.

Someone was lying on the ground outside of the craft, a girl.  She was trying to sit up, shaking and bewildered.

“My God,” Martha breathed.  “How did she . . . ?”

Clark sped over to her.  She did not see him approach, but turned, looking at the helicopter burning behind her.  Her eyes welled with tears and a look of horror and dismay passed over her face.

Clark knelt beside her.  Her clothes were torn and singed.  Her skin was smudged black from soot, her hair wet from the water he had sprayed on the helicopter.

“Oh God, no!” she exclaimed, sobbing.

Clark didn’t know what to say.  “Are you all right?” he finally asked.

Sirens wailed in the distance as the girl sobbed, tears pouring down her face.  “I couldn’t stop it,” she said.  “I couldn’t do anything.”

Reflexively, Clark took her into his arms, the flames from the helicopter roaring behind them as the girl cried out her grief on his shoulder.

* * *

“We still don’t have a name,” the sheriff told the Kent’s.  She etched something on her notepad, her back to the ambulance where the girl was sitting so the conversation was private.  “Funniest thing that girl didn’t get hurt at all.  The medics said she didn’t even have a scratch.  I just don’t see how it’s possible.  Only thing I can see is that she fell into a depression in the ground and the blast came right over her.  She won’t talk to anyone though.  She’s in shock.  She might take it kinder to see the people that saved her.  Would you mind?” the sheriff motioned to Clark.

“Oh.  Um, no,” he answered.

Clark approached the ambulance.  The girl was sitting in the back, her skin cleaned up a bit, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.  She sat staring at the charred remains of the helicopter.  The police had taken the bodies right away, but Clark could see in her eyes that she could still see them.

“Hi,” Clark said softly.

She turned toward him, and then he saw her features clearly for the first time.  A chord of familiarity struck his heart, but he could not place her face.  She looked to be nearly Clark’s age.  Her hair was brown, he guessed.  Under the soot and dirt it seemed the most likely choice.  Her eyes were grey, yet seemed to change color with the light.  She was pretty, though Clark thought he never would see someone as beautiful as Lana.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“I’m Clark,” he said, sitting down next to her.  Clark Kent.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she said softly, “Kara Danvers.”

Kara,” Clark echoed.  He remembered the Kara that Jor’El had sent to lure him home.  This was definitely not the same person.  The first Kara had blonde hair and delicate, light features.  This girl’s hair was naturally brown, and her complexion was much darker.  “Where are you from?”

She did not answer for so long Clark was afraid she had not heard him, but then she managed, “I . . . my parents . . . they died.  I couldn’t save them.”  Her eyes filled with tears again, and Clark put an arm around her comfortingly.

“It’s all right,” he said.  He didn’t know what else to say.

Later, he rejoined his parents and the sheriff.

“Her name is Kara Danvers,” he told them.  “She said she was adopted and she doesn’t have any family besides her parents.  There aren’t any relatives we can notify.”

“Does she know how the accident was caused?” the sheriff questioned.

Clark shrugged.  “She didn’t really want to talk about it, but she said their gas tank caught on fire.  Her parents pushed her out when they knew they were going down.  She thinks that the blast didn’t catch her because she fell into a depression in the field.  It blew right over her, just like you were guessing earlier.”

“I see,” the sheriff said, jotting a few notes down in her notebook.  “I’ll see if I can talk to her more at the hospital.”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital,” a soft voice said.

The sheriff spun around, startled.  Kara was standing directly behind her.  Clark noted the girl was taller than he had thought.  The sheriff had to look up at her.

“Miss, you need to go to the hospital,” the sheriff argued.  “What you went through . . .”  She paused, unsure of what to say.

“I have no injuries,” Kara replied quietly.  “I would rather not stay in the hospital.”

“There’s nowhere else for you to stay,” the sheriff said, but she was cut off by Jonathan.

“She can stay with us,” he said firmly.

“I wouldn’t want to make you feel—” Kara began, but Jonathan shook his head.

“Please,” he said.  “It’s the least we can do.”

The fire trucks began to pull away as the cleanup crew arrived.  The ambulance team checked Kara over one more time for injuries, shaking their heads as they pulled away.

The whole scene was strangely calm.  Kara held herself well as she watched the police pull away with the bodies of her parents and the pilot in the back of a van.  Martha took her by the hand and led her to the house.  Clark could not help but think that every move Kara made was extremely careful, as if everything around her was fragile.  She seemed to hold herself regally, calm now that the initial crisis was over.

As Clark and his father watched Martha and Kara disappear inside the house, a silver Ferrari pulled up, and a tall, young, distinguished, bald headed man stepped out, rushing over to them.

“I heard what happened,” the man said to Clark and Jonathan.  “I came to see if everything was all right.”

Jonathan frowned, holding his emotions in check at the sight of the young man.  “There’s nothing you can do, Lex,” he said.

“What happened?”

Clark looked at Lex coldly, but remained cordial and explained, “A helicopter crashed into our field.  The fuel tank exploded.  There were four people inside, Lex.”

Lex shook his head, a look of sorrow on his face.  “Were there any survivors?”

Clark nodded.  “One.  Her name is Kara Danvers.  My mom is taking care of her right now.  She didn’t appear to have any injuries, so she’s staying with us for now.”

Kara Danvers?  Daughter of John and Linda Danvers?” Lex stated incredulously.

“You’ve heard of her?” Jonathan asked suspiciously.

“Her parents are archaeological explorers.  I tried to get them to work for me at one time.  They don’t usually work for other people though.  They’re loners and hard to work with.  I heard a rumor that both of her parents were adopted by their parents, so they don’t have any known blood relatives.  They adopted Kara from an orphanage near here, probably around the same time that you were adopted, Clark.  I heard they were coming back to Smallville, but . . .”  Lex looked at the remains of the helicopter and shook his head.  “I had no idea.  The sheriff should look into this one.  The Danvers’ had enemies.  Be careful.”

“Thanks for the info, Lex,” Jonathan said.  “We’ll keep what you said in mind.”

Lex nodded.  “If you need anything, let me know.”

The young man took one more look at the twisted wreckage that a few police were still mulling over, then swung back to his car and sped out of the field.

Jonathan looked at Clark, then clapped the young man on the shoulder.  “Let’s go inside, son,” he said quietly.

* * *

It was almost a week before Kara could talk openly to the Kent’s.  She never seemed to speak more than five words at once, and the doctors had said that she might remain in a state of shock for some time.

One sunny morning, Lana came, wanting to meet Kara.

Clark showed her in.  Kara, this is Lana Lang.  We know each other from school.  Lana, this is Kara Danvers.”

Kara was sitting on the couch, reading.  Clark had often wondered at how much the girl read.  She had gone through nearly all the books in the Kent farmhouse in less than a week, plus Martha had brought her several stacks of books from the town library.

Extending her hand to shake Lana’s, Kara smoothly stood and said, “I am pleased to meet you, Lana.”

“I’m really sorry to hear about your parents,” Lana apologized.  “I lost mine in a meteor shower that hit Smallville when I was a little girl.”

“It’s okay,” Kara smiled.  “The Kent’s have been very good to me.  I couldn’t have asked for better people to be there for someone.”

Clark blushed.

“Well, on a brighter note, I’m here to invite you to come shopping with me,” Lana smiled.  “Mrs. Kent said that you came with only the clothes on your back, and it sounds like you need some new ones.”

Kara smiled.  “I would love to come!”

Clark didn’t see any of the girls for the rest of the afternoon, opting to stay home and get some work done at the farm rather than do the thing that most boys dreaded: shop.

Chloe and Lois, apparently, joined in on the shopping, and the girls dropped Kara off late that evening.  The look on Kara’s face was one that the Kent’s had never seen before.  She was nearly glowing with happiness at meeting new friends.  Lana and Chloe had successfully taken her mind off the events that had shattered her life only a week before.

The summer passed by quickly.  Kara turned out to be a hard worker, and lent her hand to almost everything she could around the farm, hauling bales with nearly as little effort as Clark himself.  Clark was amazed at her strength and stamina, and when he asked her about it, she shrugged, saying, “I used to do a lot of sports.”

Inevitably, Lex wanted to meet her, and one day, he asked Clark to drop by with Kara.  Clark was a little wary, but Kara wanted to see Lex’s house, claiming that she had never seen a real mansion before.

“I’m glad you came,” Lex smiled, shaking Kara’s hand.

“Thank you for inviting us,” Kara responded.

“My house is yours.”  Lex gestured to the expanse around them.  “You’re welcome whenever you want to come.”

Kara smiled, but Clark couldn’t help but notice a shadow cross over her eyes.  It passed so quickly he was not sure that it had actually been there.

Lex took them on a grand tour of the house, and when they reached his office, Kara noticed the piano in the corner.

“Is this yours?” she asked, walking up to the instrument.

“Everything in this house is mine,” Lex said.

“But you don’t play?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

Kara sat down on the bench and opened the lid to reveal the black and white keys underneath.

“Do you play?” Lex asked.

She hesitated before answering softly, “I used to.  It seems like a lifetime ago now.”  Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and touched the keys.

A lilting, melancholy melody lifted from the strings of the piano, and Lex and Clark stood enraptured, side by side, as Kara played.

When she finished, Lex shook his head in awe.  “Wow.  Where did you learn to play like that?”

Kara paused, her gaze far away, then answered, “My mother taught me.”

There was a slight awkward pause, then she said quickly, “Can I come and play later?”

Lex smiled.  “Of course you may come and play.  I would love to hear you make more music.  You can come anytime you want.”

The Kent’s tried to warn Kara against the Luthor’s, but she told them her parents had dealt with them before.  She said that she knew enough about them to know when to keep her distance.

All in all, however, the summer was ending quickly.

The trouble started when a reporter came into town, researching the meteor shower that had hit Smallville over a decade ago.  Somehow, he obtained large amounts of the meteor rock and sent it to a small research facility led by Lionel Luthor, fresh out of jail.  A discovery that the meteor rocks were charged with a radiation unlike anything ever conceived of on Earth led to the researcher stealing the meteor rocks and leaving town with the plans of a new weapon in his pocket.

The event ended when no trace of the researcher or the meteor rocks could be found . . . at least, everyone thought it ended.

* * *

It had been a long day working on the farm.  Since Kara had come, Clark was unable to use any of his abilities for fear of her discovering them.  So far, everything had been going well, and whenever she was not in sight, he would speed up his work or use his strength to solve a problem that would have taken much longer to finish.  She had no clue as to what he was capable of, and he and his parents wanted to keep it that way.  Granted, she was rapidly becoming a good friend, but there was still a lot they did not know about her, and trust only extended so far.

Jonathan wanted Clark to check up on some cows who had been wandering farther into the field than normal, and so Clark headed out for the fields, cutting through thick grass and following the cow’s trail.  Most likely, they were calving.  He would need to know which ones were new mothers and which ones had previously had calves.

Glancing around, he noticed he was well out of sight of the barn, house, and all other signs of life, so he put on his super speed, racing through the tall grass and leaving only a wind in his place.

Suddenly, he felt as though he had been slammed into a wall.  His legs futilely pushed through thick air, and a familiar pain hit his body like poison.

Kryptonite! was his last desperate thought before toppling over, sprawling painfully on the ground.  Through glazed vision, he saw all around him glowing green rocks, sprinkled in the grass like alien flowers.  They spread around him as far as he could see.  He tried to claw away from them, moving painfully, then finally collapsed from pain and exhaustion.

He could remain coherent for a long time when in the presence of kryptonite, but the time would begin to take its toll.  It was a long, agonizing hour before he finally passed out, unable to pull himself away from its deadly rays.

* * *

Clark?”

It was a soft voice, clear and beautiful.

He opened his eyes to see a girl kneeling above him.  It appeared as though the sun itself was blazing from her flashing blue-green eyes.  The rays caught her long blonde hair as it tossed in an unfelt wind.  She was beautiful, and he didn’t know who she was.

The girl appeared to be saying something to him, but the pain was so great he had lost all sense but his sight, which even now made the girl’s form hazy.

Suddenly, he felt that something was different.  Strength returned to his limbs, and he realized he had closed his eyes.  He opened them to find himself lying on his back, staring up into a blue sky.  The sun was just beginning to set.  The girl was gone.

He lay still for a moment, trying to remember what had happened.  He had run into kryptonite in the field somewhere, but how had he gotten here?  Looking around, he realized he was still in the same field, yet quite a distance away from where he had collapsed.  Grass waved gently around him, and he could hear the lowing of cows in the distance.

Slowly, he pulled himself to his feet.  Wary of his discovery, he turned back towards the house, wondering at the girl he had seen.  Who was she?  Had she rescued him?  He highly doubted any ordinary girl could have dragged him the distance that he had been moved.  Who was she?  How did she know his name?  He tried to remember her features, but it could nearly have been a dream.  In his mind’s eye, her face was hazy and out of focus.  He could not see her face in detail, but he could tell she was blonde, blue eyed, and beautiful.  No one on Earth could compare to that beauty, not even—and Clark felt slightly guilty as he thought it—Lana was as beautiful as this girl.

Clark!  Clark!”

He saw his mother, followed by Kara, running towards him from the house.

“Where have you been?” Martha asked.  “I’ve been looking for you for the past hour.  I though you were just going to check on the cows.”

Nervously, Clark glanced towards Kara and responded, “I’m fine, mom.  Just lost track of time.”

Martha gave her son a worried look, then said, “All right.  Supper’s on the table.”

Clark told his parents what had happened that night after Kara had gone to her room, not quite sure how to explain his rescue.

“So you think this girl rescued you?” Jonathan asked incredulously.

Clark shook his head.  “I don’t know.  I’m pretty sure she did, but I . . . it’s hard to get a clear picture.”

“Let’s go out and have a look,” Jonathan said.

Clark stayed slightly behind his father as they took the long trek out into the field.  It only took a short time before Clark began to feel the effects of the kryptonite.  He stopped short.

“It’s somewhere around here,” he said.

Jonathan left Clark behind and took a few more steps forward, parting the grass in front of him to reveal the scattered kryptonite.  Clark shifted uncomfortably in the background, then called out, “Well?”

“I’ll gather it up,” Jonathan stated.  “There’s a lot of it.  Go on back to the house.”

All in all, they figured out it was the kryptonite the researcher had stolen by the amount: exactly fifty pounds.  The researcher was nowhere to be found on the Kent’s property, but Jonathan advised Clark not to let Kara know of their discovery.  “It wouldn’t do to have her worried and asking questions,” Jonathan had figured as they sat around the kitchen table late that night.

“Just think if that girl hadn’t come when she did,” Martha had said.  “We wouldn’t have known where exactly you were.  It . . . it might have been too late by the time we found you.”

Clark remained silent.

Behind the Kent family, unobserved on the stairs, Kara stood watching, her face solemn.  As quietly as she had come, invisible to the Kent’s, she retreated upstairs.

* * *

Her true identity as Kara Zor-El was never revealed to Clark in the short time she was with the Kent family.  He found out much later, that she was, in fact, his cousin, and that they were the only two survivors of their doomed planet.  She, unlike him, had to mask her appearance, and he never realized that the first time he saw her in her true form was when she rescued him from the kryptonite’s poison.  She also, unlike him, was impervious to the poison of the kryptonite, not having been present when the planet Krypton exploded.

Kara Zor-El and Kal-El would inevitably meet later in life.  For now, however, they had their own, separate destinies to fulfill.