Scion of the House of El
Written by Obsidians Twilight
Chapter 1
Disclaimer
I don't own superman, I don't own justice league, and I don't own dc comics, if I did I'll swim in a pool full over money wearing shorts made out of thousand dollar bills
The earth shone like a brilliant blue beacon of light in dark confines of space. Rao guided the small spacecraft towards the sol system, keeping his all-seeing eyes upon its sleeping inhabitant, a task he'd been doing for the last twenty years. The precious cargo slumbered peacefully as the two wayward Kryptonians made their way to their new home.
He was weak, so very weak. A mere shadow of his former self, his powers slowly stripped away from him in his imprisonment in the red sun. Twenty years since his patron planet's explosion, nearly a quarter half a century in space. In that time not even a slip of his power had returned.
Eons ago, he could have covered the distance between Krypton and Earth in a blink of the eye. Eons ago he could take all the Kryptonians souls currently in purgatory and ascended them to paradise. Rao looked at his young heir sorrowfully, eons ago he had been betrayed by his greatest love.
The sol system satellite Pluto passed his field of vision, the icy cold barren surface reminding him of his lost planet and his lost love. "0 Cythonna," the god thought sadly,"why have you done this." The God's lamenting threating to return him to his mourning state, "why have you betrayed us all."
A meteorite passed by the speeding craft, Rao instantly dismissed it. The large floating rocks haloing the spacecraft. Pieces of the Kryptonian home world followed in their wake as the duo came within distance of the glowing sun.
'Ahh Helios, so you too have fallen' the god thought mournfully, gazing at the great star, 'I am the last of the great gods.' Once many years ago, before the battle of creation he and his sister and brothers rivaled the stars in the sky. Now all but he remained.
'My brother, may your light sustain us.' Rao turned his back on his dead brother; eyes turned towards earth bathe in Helios's great light.
The journey from Krypton had left him pitifully weak, solar energy temporary revitalizing some of his slowly depleting stores of energy. He would not be able to take care of Kal-El. Wrapping his presence around the spacecraft he guided the baby to his new home.
He needed a family, a good one. A couple mentally compatible with his parents. Who morals and character will nurse Kal-El into a fine man.
Kal-El cooed happily as the ship passed the Earth's moon and the baby's face tasted its first kiss of pure sunlight. Kal-El's cheeks instantly tinted to a rosy pink as his eyes fluttered delicately in pleasure.
If Rao had a body he would have smiled, 'It gets better my son, soon you will become stronger, and the power that you hold will be used to protect.'
Rao judging that he had sufficient power cast out his mind and blanketed Earth. Taking special care to avoid the other deities, at his current state he wouldn't even be strong enough to subdue a younger god.
Searching for his two outstanding humans, his mind pinpointed two couples in America. Both couples had exactly what he was looking for. Equally caring and compassionate, the potential for Kal-El to go to either couple and turn out into the man Jor-El wanted was the same.
Jonathan and Martha Kent or Thomas and Martha Wayne. He looked deep into each of their hearts, looking for some flaw or vices, yet found none. In all his years he had never seen such purer souls, other than Jor-El and Lara, the Earthlings were special indeed.
Some would call the workings of his predicament fate, or the more optimistic, destiny. Rao was never the type of God to believe that the workings of the universe had a master plan. His mother and father never privy him to the details. He was a God of action, taking control of a difficult situation and making it work for you.
The greatest gift his parents gave unto all life was free will. Although as a great god he was an exception to the rules, in this instance he decided to honor it.
In the small spacecraft Rao manifested his voice, speaking softly to the waking babe. "My son, though you are but young, wisdom has no age. And sometimes even old age has no wisdom." The last part The God thought of his own mistakes.
In front of the baby's curious face two images appeared, one of s couple, jet black hair. The man face serious but lines around his eyes, that told a story of an always smiling face. He wore black business attire, and beside him stood a blindly gorgeous woman, dark midnight hair, a loving smile kissing her lips.
The other image held a comely laughing young man, sand paper hair. Dressed comfortably in a flannel shirt his arms wrapped protectively around a shorter woman. Red hair and widely mischievous eyes the woman's rosy colored cheeks gave her and beautifully ethereal presence.
Kal-El gurgled happily his tiny arms reaching for both images. "No my son," Rao said softly, "you must choose one, by your own free will, only one."
Kal-El stopped laughing, his face oddly serious for one so young. Hugging his Father's red cloak around him tightly the Scion of the House of El reached hesitantly for one image. His eyes staring hopefully at the couple.
Rao mentally nodded to himself, "My son you have chosen well"
The stars shone brilliantly as he guided his vehicle down the road, his wife snuggled up tightly against his arm. The position was uncomfortable, yet he didn't have the heart to move her, she was so beautiful when she sleeps.
He turned up the radio a bit, fingers tapping along the steering wheel as he followed along to the beat. The road seemed to stretch on endlessly for miles, it wasn't that long of a drive from the city to their house, yet the toll of the day was wearing on him and he wanted some much needed sleep.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, a ball of white flame crashed onto the side of the road. He jerked the wheel sharply to the right almost colliding with a ball of flames. A rain of fire lite up the night sky as lost control of the wheel. They spun around in the street wildly before crashing in a ditch, his vision clouded in darkness and he knew no more.
"Honey honey, wake up." The frantic worrying voice of his wife stirred him into the waking world. His eyes blinked open, his wife leaning over him, her eyes filled with tears. "O thank god you're okay, I thought...I thou-," she started crying again. "When you didn't wake up..."
He reached up and pulled her in close kissing her forehead, "Shh it's ok, I'm ok," Kissing her tears away he held her in closer, her cries quieting down.
"Are you okay now love," her shakings subsiding.
Wiping her eyes with her hands she gave him a nervous smile, "O look at me, crying like a fool."
He chuckled roguishly, "I kind of like it when you cry, you look cuter."
She gave him a long suffering look, patting the side of his face gently, "the things I put up with, really. You're lucky I didn't go on that date with Nathaniel Hernwall in high school. You know he did ask me out when we were dating"
"What!" He blanched, "Perfect Nate, that pompous jock." Smiling at his wife he refuses to take the verbal bait, "He was just mad that I got the prettiest girl in the whole school."
"O yea, I also remember you punching him in the fa-" She paused listening intently, she heard something...
"Hun, he said, concern laced his voice what's wron-
"Shhhhh"
What's was that she was hearing, 'I know that sound,' she thought. Quickly getting out the car she rushed into the night, hair whipping madly behind her.
"Dang where are you going!" he yelled hopping out the car and running after here. Dodging flaming craters he realized they had just been thru a meteor shower, "Thank God we wasn't killed," he said.
Running up he saw his wife holding something, the sound of a baby's wailing cry filled his ears. As he got closer his wife looked up at him happily, "He was just lying here crying, oh god who would just abandon such a beautiful baby."
He got closer, the child cries quieting down as his wife rocked him to and fro. "I don't know hun," he gave the kid an appraising look; wrapped in a red cloth he looked almost angelic. "What do you think we should do with him?"
She looked up him fiercely her eyes daring, "We'll keeping him of course," O well, they had been trying to have a kid.
"Okay hun but if anyone claims him we'll have to give him up," she gave him a shining grin; kissing the baby's chubby cheeks she knew she wasn't giving this kid up.
"Let's go," he said "let's get the kid something to eat." His wife gave a happy laugh as they made their way back to car.
Suddenly as if from out of nowhere a large ball of fire speeded towards them, a sudden fear clouded his mind. Yelling to his wife to run faster, everything slowed down as he pumped his legs harder, pushing his wife towards the direction of the car.
His only thoughts of her safety when a rock churned underneath his foot and the ground came forcefully to his face. He turned over, watching the quickly approaching ball of fire.
Rising weakly to his feet he knew he had to make it towards the car. His legs felt like jelly as he struggled the two hundred or so feet from the car, only vaguely aware of his wife hysterical screams.
The baby in her arms started to cry and the cries turned into wails. The wails increased in volume and the ground started to rumble in answer. A shock wave of sounds echoed from his powerful lungs, reaching the meteor and shattering it in a cloud of dust. And as quickly as it came, the wailing stopped, the baby quieted down falling peacefully asleep.
Shocked he limped over to his wife as she looked down at the child in awe, "O now we must keep him. I knew he was special; we can't let anyone take him away. They wouldn't understand. I can't imagine all the horrible experiments they would do on him."
Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his head in agreement. Kneeling by his wife he took hold of the child that just saved his life.
Maybe it was the near death experience, or the supreme live he had for his wife, or some outside force influencing his decision. But it was at that moment that a twenty five year old man, who never babysitter a child in his life, decided to become a father.
"Martha," he said hold the child close to him, he would never let him go. "Let's go home" The child was a gift from god, an angel sent to them, and they will treat him as such.
Martha picked herself up, dusting the dirt off her clothes, " I think he needs a name," taking the baby from her protesting husband, "how about we name him after your father?"
He tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Clark, I like it." His father would be proud, as grandson he has now, and his only regret that his father wasn't here to see him. Pulling his wife closer he gave a chaste kiss looking fondly at new son.
"Welcome to the family Clark Kent"
Rao looked down at the happy family, the love pouring from them filling the old god with hope. His voice kissed the wind bringing a promise of a brighter future, "Grow well my son"
Author's Notes
Wow, when I first started writing this story last week I had no idea it would get this much feed back. Believe it or not this fic has over a hundred story subscriptions and alerts. Although it is kinda depressing because it only has 15 reviews, so people please review, if I don't get any reviews then I don't know what to fix soooo pleeeeassssseeee review….dont make me beg
Anyway I hope someone caught on to the fact that I completely left out who was clarks parents was till the very end, although I did seriously consider he and bruce being brothers, just a thought, stay tuned for the next chapter n please review