Fic: Reunion (Smallville), Part 06 of ???
Previous Parts:
Prologue/Part One/Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
“So,” Lois said, glancing over at the alien woman in her passenger seat. “Names? I can’t introduce you guys as Alien Number One, Number Two, Number Three. I mean, unless that’s actually your names.” For all I know, Kal-El means Kid Number Thirty-Six. She gestured at herself with one hand. “Me - Lois Lane.”
The alien woman picked up on her intention and smiled. “Lara Lor-Van Jor-El,” she said and then after a moment she pressed the palm of her hand to her chest. “Lara.”
Lois nodded and copied the woman’s gesture. “Lois,” she told Lara. After hearing the length of the woman’s name, she was glad there was a short version.
Lara continued. Turning in her seat - they’d been amused by the seatbelts - she pointed at Alien Dude Number One. “Jor-El ka fanyu-El,” she said. “Jor-El.” She poked at her hand-held device. “Jor-El my husband,” she added, before moving on to Alien Dude Number Two. “Zor-El ka fanyu-El,” she said. “Zor-El, brother Jor-El.” She poked at the device again. “Zor-El, uncle Kal-El.”
“Right,” said Lois, soaking it in. She turned the car into the Kents’ driveway, surprisingly glad to see something familiar. Turning off the engine, she saw Clark exit the barn. He’s probably curious to know why you’re back so soon, she told herself. She took a deep breath and climbed out of the car.
“Lois?” said Clark, jogging to meet her. “I thought you were meeting Chloe in town?”
She giggled - oh, great, now’s the time for the hysterical giggling and the nervous breakdown. “Yeah, I was, but, um, something happened.”
Clark frowned. “Lois, are you okay? Who’s in your car?”
As if on cue, the aliens began exiting her car themselves, but Clark’s eyes, strangely full of concern, remained on her face. “Well, see, Smallville,” Lois said, “I was kinda hoping you’d know more than me. That is, if your birth name is Kal-El and your parents are aliens. ‘Cause if not, then we’ve got a problem -”
Clark grabbed her shoulders. “How do you know that name?” he demanded.
Oh, god, it’s true. Oh, god. Clark was an alien and these were his long-lost relatives - “Um, your parents told me.”
“Mom and Dad wouldn’t -”
“No, Clark - I meant your real parents.” She twisted out of his grip and pointed, each in turn, at the aliens. “Lara and Jor-El and that one’s Zor-El, your uncle…”
She felt more than saw Clark’s shock and the deep breaths that followed. Could aliens hyperventilate? “Clark?” she started. “Are you -”
Of all the reactions she could have imagined Clark Kent having, what happened surpassed them all; she could not have dreamed up what happened next. “You bastard,” he said, and it was not the profanity that surprised her but the heat of the anger - and disgust? - that she heard in his voice. He strode up to Jor-El. “Go back to Krypton, you bastard, and leave me the hell alone.”
And then he punched Jor-El square across the jaw.
The alien man fell the ground, unconscious. Not even giving Lara or Zor-El a look, Clark Kent walked away.
Okay, Lane, now’s the time for the nervous breakdown.
TBC
Prologue/Part One/Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
“So,” Lois said, glancing over at the alien woman in her passenger seat. “Names? I can’t introduce you guys as Alien Number One, Number Two, Number Three. I mean, unless that’s actually your names.” For all I know, Kal-El means Kid Number Thirty-Six. She gestured at herself with one hand. “Me - Lois Lane.”
The alien woman picked up on her intention and smiled. “Lara Lor-Van Jor-El,” she said and then after a moment she pressed the palm of her hand to her chest. “Lara.”
Lois nodded and copied the woman’s gesture. “Lois,” she told Lara. After hearing the length of the woman’s name, she was glad there was a short version.
Lara continued. Turning in her seat - they’d been amused by the seatbelts - she pointed at Alien Dude Number One. “Jor-El ka fanyu-El,” she said. “Jor-El.” She poked at her hand-held device. “Jor-El my husband,” she added, before moving on to Alien Dude Number Two. “Zor-El ka fanyu-El,” she said. “Zor-El, brother Jor-El.” She poked at the device again. “Zor-El, uncle Kal-El.”
“Right,” said Lois, soaking it in. She turned the car into the Kents’ driveway, surprisingly glad to see something familiar. Turning off the engine, she saw Clark exit the barn. He’s probably curious to know why you’re back so soon, she told herself. She took a deep breath and climbed out of the car.
“Lois?” said Clark, jogging to meet her. “I thought you were meeting Chloe in town?”
She giggled - oh, great, now’s the time for the hysterical giggling and the nervous breakdown. “Yeah, I was, but, um, something happened.”
Clark frowned. “Lois, are you okay? Who’s in your car?”
As if on cue, the aliens began exiting her car themselves, but Clark’s eyes, strangely full of concern, remained on her face. “Well, see, Smallville,” Lois said, “I was kinda hoping you’d know more than me. That is, if your birth name is Kal-El and your parents are aliens. ‘Cause if not, then we’ve got a problem -”
Clark grabbed her shoulders. “How do you know that name?” he demanded.
Oh, god, it’s true. Oh, god. Clark was an alien and these were his long-lost relatives - “Um, your parents told me.”
“Mom and Dad wouldn’t -”
“No, Clark - I meant your real parents.” She twisted out of his grip and pointed, each in turn, at the aliens. “Lara and Jor-El and that one’s Zor-El, your uncle…”
She felt more than saw Clark’s shock and the deep breaths that followed. Could aliens hyperventilate? “Clark?” she started. “Are you -”
Of all the reactions she could have imagined Clark Kent having, what happened surpassed them all; she could not have dreamed up what happened next. “You bastard,” he said, and it was not the profanity that surprised her but the heat of the anger - and disgust? - that she heard in his voice. He strode up to Jor-El. “Go back to Krypton, you bastard, and leave me the hell alone.”
And then he punched Jor-El square across the jaw.
The alien man fell the ground, unconscious. Not even giving Lara or Zor-El a look, Clark Kent walked away.
Okay, Lane, now’s the time for the nervous breakdown.
TBC