by: Empress Vader
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SPOILERS: The Pilot maybe
Summary: Baby Kal-El's early thoughts and feelings as he experiences his mother and father, Jor-El.
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Author's note: my first Smallville fic was crap, I thought I would never write one again. Anyway, that turned out not to be true. The muse spoke to me as I was looking at pictures of young Malkolm Alburquenque (who played the toddler Clark in the Smallville Pilot). I thought it would be interesting to write about Clark's journey from the perspective of a small child. I'm sort of putting my own spin on the situation.
Disclaimer: Kal-El/ Clark Kent/ Superman belongs to DC comics, it's not mine, Smallville belongs to the WB, it's not mine. Just something written for for fun.
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IMPRINTS
The baby boy felt the arms around him and it was from the woman who held him that he got the imprint of mother. Her loving arms were his first memory.
"Kal-El," she said pointing to him. "Kal-El," she said again. "You Kal-El."
And there was a man, from whom he got the imprint of father. He entered the room and patted him affectionately on the head. And they were happy.
One day father took him into a shiny room and showed him a little pod of sorts. The room was very shiny and so was the pod.
"This will secure your future," he said kissing him on the head.
And many days came and went where he came to understand father and mother more. He became mobile and curious. Mother told him stories. And Father took him into the lab every night and he measured him often.
"They all think I'm crazy Kal-El. They think Krypton is immortal, that it will continue to spin among the heavens for many generations. They just don't understand."
He did not know what a Krypton was, nor heavens, or generations, but he looked at his father wide eyed as he spoke.
"Your mother doesn't know there isn't time to save us all. You little one will have to make the journey alone. You must be brave, will you be brave."
He nodded, but he did not know what bravery was. It seems father wanted
him to nod.
And then the day of rumbles came. He lay secure in his crib when the shakes began. His mother had him out of the crib and in her arms before he knew what was going on. And from her, in that moment, he got the imprint of fear.
"Bring him to the lab," father said running in the room.
He didn't know what was going on. He suddenly knew fear in himself.
"It came even sooner than I thought, but there is still time."
"Time for?" his mother asked.
"To send Kal-El to safety in the pod."
"What? You said it was a test model, for a small animal."
"It would have been, but I always prepared for the fact our son might have to go it alone."
"No," she yelled. "He's just a baby."
She ran to a corner and held him close. Her heartbeat sounded as loud as it had when he was inside her. He gripped her as tight as she gripped him. But the rumbles continued and from the room they had a clear view of the world falling down around them. The sight somehow eased mother's fear and she put him in his father's arms.
"Save him," she said simply.
And Father took him back to the shiny room. They both kissed him, then opened the shiny pod, then put him inside. All types of things were connected to him in the space womb. He lay secure in a warm blanket. And then it the pod was closed.
"Ka-Well," were the last words he spoke as he was enclosed in a secure
darkness. And Then there was a loud noise. And then...nothing.