tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; 24th April
Rating; Wont even make it to PG~
Characters; Clark Kent [

solared] and Kara Kent [

maturesfaster]
Summary; Time for a family gathering, Krypton-style!
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An actual cousin. It didn't matter how many times he thought on it, there was no way he could get his head round the whole idea. Someone else had survived Krypton's explosion. Someone else who also happened to be related to him, and had found their way to Smallville. His entire connection to his birthplace had come in the form of an artificial intelligence, a few 'enemies', and leftover memories. The City had given him a welcome change to all that, allowing him the opportunity to learn more about a place he'd never see.

But now, everything had changed yet again, with one new arrival.

He'd been avoiding her, and he knew it. He was also fairly sure the others knew it too. What did you say to someone who seemed to know all about you when you had no idea they even existed? Someone who'd actually met you before. Like the hero that he was, Clark had backed out of finding an answer to the problem. Instead, he and Shelby had spent most of the day off around the City, using anything he could find as a distraction. It was a plan that only worked for so long however. Even if he hadn't been tired, there was only so much walking the pair could do before they had to return home.

The barn then. He was in the middle of his sixth reorganisation of its contents by the time his network device went off. So it seemed like it was finally time to bite the bullet.

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"Once you've been here a little longer, you'll realise this is for the best. It's still possible to help others without having to showcase your abilities to the entire city." It was the same thing he'd done back home. People had been saved or protected without Clark ever having to reveal the truth about himself. And from the way things sounded, Kara had been doing the same thing too. Things were better this way.

Weren't they?

"I know how you feel though. To have the ability to help people, but to not be able to openly do it. I just need you to trust me that things really are better off this way, in the long run." He may've been asking for a lot, but if it meant keeping the others safe, he knew he had to try.

"Of course I trust you, Clark." Kara said, taking another step forward and lightly placing a hand on his arm. "You're my family and I would never do anything to hurt you or place you in danger."

While technically that was probably not entirely true Kara felt that it was close enough to the truth to be accurate. She had been sent to Earth to watch over Kal-El and that didn't change just because he wasn't a little boy anymore.

"That doesn't mean that I'm always going to do what you say," she added with a mischievous grin. "Because I will do things my own way. But if what you

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"Of course I trust you, Clark." Kara said, taking another step forward and lightly placing a hand on his arm. "You're my family and I would never do anything to hurt you or place you in danger."

While technically that was probably not <i>entirely</i> true Kara felt that it was close enough to the truth to be accurate. She had been sent to Earth to watch over Kal-El and that didn't change just because he wasn't a little boy anymore.

"That doesn't mean that I'm always going to do what you say," she added with a mischievous grin. "Because I will do things my own way. But if what you <i<is</i> true, then I'll come to the same conclusion as you regardless."

He couldn't help the smile that appeared at her first few words. She knew a different version of him; one from the future. And yet she still managed to trust him, despite them being different people. Sort of. It was only fair to return the favour. And thus far, neither Kara nor Lana had given him a reason to think he was wrong in doing so. As she said, they were family. Even Jor-El, in his own way, had always taken steps to ensure that he was safe, at whatever the cost. Of course, agreeing with those cost was something completely different.

"I wont push it then. Everything will make a litle more sense, eventually." How long that'd take, he didn't know. But if it at least took longer than it would for him to try and...decide on a few things, that was all that mattered.

"Earlier, you said that you were in Smallville Reservoir. Why didn't anyone know? My father never said anything about any family still being alive. But he would've known, right?" To Clark, it was just another secret that Jor-El had kept from him. To this day, he had no idea how much of what he'd been told was true, and what had been distorted to fit the situation. But until now, he had nothing to compare it all to. Things would be changing, starting now.

Kara pressed her lips together in thought as she mulled over Clark's question. She was worried that if she told him about their family troubles then... he might not trust her. But he knew in the future and trusted her, so this Clark would too, wouldn't he?

"Your father didn't know that I was sent after you. My father, Zor-El, was an enemy of Jor-El. Zor-El, he... he liked your mother. I think he hated your father because of that..."

She hung her head, going silent for a moment. While she had come to grips with the fact that her father was not the good man she thought he was, it was still a difficult reality to face. Also, the idea that her father wanted to hurt Clark upset her. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him again.

"I was told I was being sent to watch over you, but that wasn't true," she said. "He sent a crystal that would recreate a version of himself and your mother on Earth... he wanted to take it over..."

"They were related, but they were enemies." The two men sounded fairly similar; both happy and willing to use their children to meet their own goals. And where their fathers had been similar, it seemed they too shared a few traits. Neither were sticking to whatever plans they'd been sent to Earth for. They may've wished to instigate a hate between them, but from the way thing looked, Kara had rejected that idea. And Clark was more than happy to do the very same too.

"Some things you don't have a control over. You're forced to make do. It doesn't matter where they stood with each other. You choose your own friends. It just seems like I've been given an added bonus of one of them also being my family too." There was an honest smile with his conclusion. Even if they'd only just met, on his part at least, he truly believed in what he said.

"So...he and my mother are alive again?" He knew that the crystals within the fortress held memories and information. And judging by some of the things he'd been told about, that was just the start of it. But to recreate an actual person, and his mother of all people, that was an idea he'd never even dreamt of before. "What happened?"

"I'm glad you feel that way, Clark," she said, smiling brightly as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She was glad that Clark was here, he was good at making these confusing human situations... less confusing.

Pulling back she sighed when she thought of the situation with Zor-El and Lara. It was still a sore spot with her, the fact that her father wanted to hurt her aunt and cousin.

"Zor-El... you had to destroy the crystal to stop him and it got rid of both him and your mother. I'm so sorry Clark..."

"So by destroying the crystal, your father and my mother stopped existing?" He'd killed to people that they were both connected to. But surely there had to have been another way. A way to keep Zor-El from trying to take over whilst keeping both of them alive.

But he knew he would've tried everything. Both of them would've. After all, Kara herself had said that she'd been close to his mother, before. They'd even come to Earth together once. Between the two of them, he had no doubt that they would've exhausted every possible resource in finding a way to keep her there, at least.

"I get to meet her. That's more than I could ever ask for. No matter how long it lasts." Or at least, that was what he'd like to believe. It probably would've felt very different at the time tough. On either side of having met her.

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