Torchwood/Smallville - fic - Our Last Hope, prologue, Jor-El/Lara & Kal-El
This part is just Smallville; Jor-El and Lara were insistent on this bit of the story.
Title - Our Last Hope, prologue
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jor-El/Lara, baby Kal-El
Rating - PG, for death (obviously)
Length - 343 words
Spoilers - Memoria, Birthright comics, toonverse Superman pilot, Superman (1st film)
Summary - Torchwood pick up and translate Jor-El and Lara's message, and locate Clark Kent, aka Kal-El, the last son of Krypton
Disclaimer - None of these people are mine, Twiz TV transcript used, for some parts
Feedback is loved and appreciated, especially as to whether the technobabble makes sense :) Enjoy!
Un-betaed, WIP, will later be re-posted as a completed and betaed version.
Original drabble Part 1 Part 2
Our Last Hope, Prologue
by Laura
Another quake. As it subsided a little, Jor-El ran his hand over his computer’s floating controls, and a disc appeared from one of its slots. He looked at his wife and their baby son. He then glanced at the ship he and Lara had constructed.
“Put him inside, Lara. Our time has passed. The hourglass is empty.”
Once Kal-El and his yellow blanket were in the spacecraft, Jor-El handed the disc to his beloved. “This will activate the ship, and the route to Earth is encoded onto it,” he explained.
Lara placed the disc into a groove in the ship. “What if they don't love him?”
As the message Jor-El had encoded into the ship began to rotate inside it, they joined hands above their son. “Lara, his destiny is set. As is ours,” Jor-El tried to reassure her.
“Goodbye, my sweet Kal-El,” she said.
“Farewell, my son.”
Lara pressed on the disc, and it melted into the ship, leaving no edges. She and Jor-El kept hold of each other's hand. They watched, as the message spiralled, and the little ship closed around Kal-El. The spacecraft launched itself, and flew out of the laboratory window. At that point, there was yet another quake, so strong, it caused some of the computer screens to explode.
“Lara, we must send our other message, now.” He once more waved his hand over the controls, causing a second disc to appear, from the same slot as the first. This one contained an double encoded signal, which spoke of their son, their last hope. Jor-El placed the disc into a transmission device and set it running.
As their lab collapsed around them, he knew this was the end, as he had predicted. Alas, this had been to ears which had refused to listen. Pulling Lara close, Jor-El kissed her, their lives, their son and their planet goodbye.
The once great planet Krypton exploded. Its remains were carried along by the little ship, as it began its long journey. Beside it, a parents’ wish beamed out across the universe.
TBC
Bonus track, an old piece of artwork. Images from the "Kal" Elseworlds, a 1940s origin story, and "Birthright" 1; words from the SV ep, "Memoria".
Title - Our Last Hope, prologue
Author - laurab1
Characters/Pairings - Jor-El/Lara, baby Kal-El
Rating - PG, for death (obviously)
Length - 343 words
Spoilers - Memoria, Birthright comics, toonverse Superman pilot, Superman (1st film)
Summary - Torchwood pick up and translate Jor-El and Lara's message, and locate Clark Kent, aka Kal-El, the last son of Krypton
Disclaimer - None of these people are mine, Twiz TV transcript used, for some parts
Feedback is loved and appreciated, especially as to whether the technobabble makes sense :) Enjoy!
Un-betaed, WIP, will later be re-posted as a completed and betaed version.
Original drabble Part 1 Part 2
Our Last Hope, Prologue
by Laura
Another quake. As it subsided a little, Jor-El ran his hand over his computer’s floating controls, and a disc appeared from one of its slots. He looked at his wife and their baby son. He then glanced at the ship he and Lara had constructed.
“Put him inside, Lara. Our time has passed. The hourglass is empty.”
Once Kal-El and his yellow blanket were in the spacecraft, Jor-El handed the disc to his beloved. “This will activate the ship, and the route to Earth is encoded onto it,” he explained.
Lara placed the disc into a groove in the ship. “What if they don't love him?”
As the message Jor-El had encoded into the ship began to rotate inside it, they joined hands above their son. “Lara, his destiny is set. As is ours,” Jor-El tried to reassure her.
“Goodbye, my sweet Kal-El,” she said.
“Farewell, my son.”
Lara pressed on the disc, and it melted into the ship, leaving no edges. She and Jor-El kept hold of each other's hand. They watched, as the message spiralled, and the little ship closed around Kal-El. The spacecraft launched itself, and flew out of the laboratory window. At that point, there was yet another quake, so strong, it caused some of the computer screens to explode.
“Lara, we must send our other message, now.” He once more waved his hand over the controls, causing a second disc to appear, from the same slot as the first. This one contained an double encoded signal, which spoke of their son, their last hope. Jor-El placed the disc into a transmission device and set it running.
As their lab collapsed around them, he knew this was the end, as he had predicted. Alas, this had been to ears which had refused to listen. Pulling Lara close, Jor-El kissed her, their lives, their son and their planet goodbye.
The once great planet Krypton exploded. Its remains were carried along by the little ship, as it began its long journey. Beside it, a parents’ wish beamed out across the universe.
TBC
Bonus track, an old piece of artwork. Images from the "Kal" Elseworlds, a 1940s origin story, and "Birthright" 1; words from the SV ep, "Memoria".