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| smallville_4eva93 | Tue Feb 21, 2006 12:29 pm Post #21 |
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Good job so far!! I cant wait for an update!!! :superbanana: |
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| LoisLaneKent | Thu Feb 23, 2006 4:29 pm Post #22 |
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Now why can't they write stuff like this on the show?. :superbanana: |
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| Snarky | Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:38 pm Post #23 |
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Good question! This would be more entertaining to watch. Nice work, Roman. :) |
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| wallflower | Mon Mar 13, 2006 1:46 pm Post #24 |
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I can't wait for the update. :poke: |
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| raethehazzard | Thu Mar 30, 2006 10:53 pm Post #25 |
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:eek: Wow how great |
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| roman1967 | Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:06 pm Post #26 |
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OK. FINALLY, here is another update. Sorry it has taken so long for those of you who have been waiting. Special thanks to wallflower for some ideas for the story and for her constant (believe me when I say "constant") :poke: As always, feedback is most appreciated. ====================================== “It’s too late,” said Clark as he ran up to Wells. “Tempus met Kal in the corn field. If we don’t do something, the timeline is going to be seriously messed up. As it is, Kal is going to get the stone before Lex does in Egypt. As far as the timeline goes, that doesn’t affect too many things since the stone was in Lex’s possession less than an hour before I… before Kal took it from him. But if we don’t do something, there are going to be a lot more discrepancies that we’ll have to fix.” “Indeed,” agreed Wells. “You couldn’t catch him?” “I could have. But Kal would not have had any concern for Tempus. He would have dropped him in mid-flight to take care of me. No matter what Tempus has done, he doesn’t deserve to die.” “Of course. That is what makes you Superman. And that is also what makes our society the Utopia it is. Your ideals.” Wells thought a moment. “Have you decided what you are going to do?” “I have an idea. But I’m going to need a little help. But before I get started, there is a stop I have to make.” “Clark. You know you can’t be seen.” “Mr. Wells. I know about your concerns. But I can’t do what I need to do hiding in the shadows. If my plan goes all right, the timeline will be fixed and no one need be the wiser. If it doesn’t… well, Kal will have won anyhow, so it won’t matter. You stay here and see if you can find out anything about Lois. I’ll be back soon.” *** “Mrs. Kent. Have you considered…” “No I haven’t,” interrupted Martha. “My whole life is lying in that bed. I will not stop life support as long as there is a chance.” “Mrs. Kent,” the nurse began slowly. “There has been no brain activity for three months.” “I don’t care. Thank you for your concern, but there is always hope – and I’m not giving up on it.” As the nurse left, Martha turned back to her husband lying on the bed, sat down in the chair and picked up the book to start reading. “Huckleberry Finn. It always was his favorite,” came the voice behind her. Martha turned around and thought she was going crazy. “Hi Mom.” “Clark? But how…why are you…Clark?” “I thought I’d never see you lost for words, mom,” smiled Clark as he stepped closer to his mother. “Oh…the outfit? Well, that’s a bit of a story. I thought it would be easier to explain than an older Clark Kent walking around town.” “But Clark,” Martha began. “Mom. I promise I’ll explain everything. But I can’t right now. I don’t have the time,” Clark chuckled to himself as if sharing a private joke. “I’ll be back soon to tell you everything. I just wanted to stop here and tell you not to give up. Dad is going to be OK.” He looked down at his father for a moment. He never saw him like this when he was young. He had been too worried about global conquest at the time. Clark moved closer, bent down and kissed his mother on the forehead. “I love you mom,” he said as he touched her face. “Everything is going to be OK.” And in a rush of red and blue, he was gone. *** “That was no ordinary storm in Smallville, Bridgette. Something is happening.” “You’re right, Dr. Swann. It wasn’t,” came the voice behind him. “And something is going on.” Dr. Swann turned around to see a man in blue with a red cape and a large “S” on his chest. “Kal-El? Clark? But you look older. I had no idea Kryptonians aged so rapidly.” “We don’t,” answered Superman with a quick glance to the woman at Swann’s side. “Don’t mind her, Clark,” said Swann noticing the look. “She is my assistant and my most trusted associate.” He sized up the man in front of him for a moment and finally said, “Why are you here and why do you look so much older. I won’t ask the more obvious question about your choice of fashion.” Dr. Swann grinned a little at this. Clark answered the grin with one of his own. “I am from the future, Dr. Swann. Something has gone wrong here and I have to fix it.” “You mentioned that it had something to do with the storm near Smallville?” “Yes,” answered Clark, taking a seat with a swish of red. “At this time in my life, I had been taken into the cave wall by the entity there I now know was a Kryptonian artificial intelligence called Eradicator. My mind was bombarded with its programming and it released me to try and take over the world and mold it to be a new Krypton. In the original timeline, I was stopped. But now, another time-traveler has come back and interfered with the timeline. Certain events were set into motion and this traveler, named Tempus, met me – met Kal-El – in the cornfield instead of someone else. Tempus is going to show Kal the location of the stones, activate library of knowledge with Eradicator in control of it and take over the world. Needless to say, that can’t happen.” “Yes,” mused Dr. Swann. “If that were the original timeline of events, you would not be here now. So what are you going to do, and why are you here visiting me?” “I can’t confront the younger Kal-El. There would be very grave consequences. In the original timeline, my mother split the corrupted Kal-El identity from my own with a piece of black kryptonite. I had never heard of it.” “Neither have I. I don’t think there is such a thing,” said Swann. “You haven’t,” wondered Clark? “But my mother told me the story. She said someone named Dr. Crosby showed up on your behalf and gave it to her, along with telling her what exactly it was used for.” This was getting more confusing by the minute. “Dr. Crosby is right here,” said Swann pointing to his assistant. “Bridgette, do you know anything about black kryptonite?” “No Dr. Swann,” she answered. Clark thought he could detect affection in her voice. “So far we have only found kryptonite with a green and a red shift in the radioactive wavelengths.” Clark thought a moment. Then he remembered. “I know!” he exclaimed. “Black kryptonite is formed with the green variety is exposed to heat. Dr. Swann, do you have some kryptonite around here?” “Of course I do. But how are you going to…” “I’m not going to mess up the timeline anymore than it has been already. Dr. Crosby is still going to make the delivery. Besides, as you were about to say, me and kryptonite don’t mix very well.” He turned to Dr. Crosby, “could you please get the green kryptonite for me. And set it there on the desk. I’ll just stay here.” As Crosby left, Dr. Swann turned to Superman. “I see you have accepted your destiny Clark.” “Yes, Dr. Swann. I have. My problem in my youth was figuring out what that destiny was. I guess we all were young and stupid once. Even us Kryptonians.” He smiled at Dr. Swann. “I…no, the world owes you a lot Dr. Swann. It is because of you, there is a Superman. Your guidance in these two years of my life always stuck with me, even when I was being an idiot. You helped me to see what a Superman really was. And I thank you.” Clark walked up to Swann and held out his hand. Dr. Swann shook the hand warmly. “I have learned from you as well, Clark. I guess the old adage is true. ‘The teacher becomes the student, and the student…the teacher’. It has been a pleasure knowing you and now knowing what you will become.” At this, Dr. Crosby came back in the room and set the kryptonite on the desk. Clark looked at it, focused and soon they all saw the kryptonite heating up. When it turned black, Clark blew on it to cool it off and gave it to Dr. Crosby. “Take this to my farm and give it to my mother. Be sure to explain what it does. And don’t tell her I was here. That would also cause problems in the timeline.” “I understand. Good night Dr. Swann…Clark.” “Good night Bridgette. Be careful.” “I will,” she assured Swann. Crosby turned to Clark. “He speaks of you often. I sometimes think he is a little jealous. I think a part of him wishes he were you.” “No, Dr. Crosby. His life’s work and encouragement made me who I am. He is the real Superman. I wish I was him.” Clark turned back to Swann. “I have to go now,” he said. “Thank you again.” Clark could feel his eyes misting up because he knew that Swann would be dead in less than a year. “You are welcome Kal-El. If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.” *** |
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| wallflower | Fri Jul 14, 2006 7:23 pm Post #27 |
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Okay, I'm not that bad. Its not like I said some every day. Just every few days.
:p But, oh boy! :hyper: That was cool! Very, very well done! I love the hospital scene and the nods to CR. Excellent work! :clap: :clap: |
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| Snarky | Tue Jul 18, 2006 2:19 pm Post #28 |
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Nice work! Suspenseful and interesting. ;) |
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