A Young Kryptonian part 7

[roxy]

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, A Welcome Port In The Storm
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating: G
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts are here, knitting tiny booties for…for…ah. My mistake. Not booties….



Dinner was wonderful, full of tastes and textures that were new to him, and he was divided between enjoying them immensely and trying not to appear too…odd. The woman seemed more than happy to feed him, she kept his plate full.

After the empty plates were cleaned away, and they shared a wonderfully fragrant drink called 'coffee', the man leaned his elbows on the table, studied Kal seriously and asked, "Well young man, what do you know about farm work?"

Kal shut his eyes and let the AI shift through information. After a moment, he said, "I know a lot—in theory, Jon-Than."

Jon-than grinned at the woman, Mar-Tha. "Sounds like Alexander, doesn't he?"

She laughed, a musical trill that made Kal's heart soar. "He does at that. Come tomorrow, Kal, you'll have a chance to show us what you know." She smiled at him so brightly that Kal was dazzled, and just nodded, and smiled with her. Whatever she wanted, if there was any way possible, he would make it happen.

The couple gave him blankets and a pillow, pointed him towards a loft room in the barn, and he happily climbed the stairs.

"The Jon-than Kent is a very admirable person, don’t you think?" He threw a sheet over a leather couch and tucked it around the cushions. "And the Mar-Tha Kent…" Kal tossed the pillow on one end. *It makes me sad--they remind me so much of my parents. They are good people.* He removed his clothing, selected a new image closer to what Jonathan was wearing and laid it carefully on a chair near the couch. He dropped to the couch and rolled to his side, pulled the lavender blanket to his chin.

*They seem to be. But be careful, Kal-El. Don't be mislead into thinking that because you feel fondness for an individual, they are safe. Anyone could be a danger.*

"Yes, that's true…" he sighed and stared at several pieces of art tacked to the raw wood walls of the loft space. They depicted a bald individual wearing what looked an awful lot like a Rao Day festival costume ...he liked the way the character looked. He wondered who had put the art on the walls—something told him it was not the Kents. He finally fell asleep, and dreamed of a beautiful bald man, who while sadly featherless and furless, was still wonderfully handsome and extremely limber…

The next morning, Kal drew on what information the AI had found for him concerning farms and labor. He shoveled out the sleeping places of a few very large attractively spotted animals. There had been an embarrassing few minutes in which he'd tried to have conversation, until the AI had gently let him know the large four legged creatures were not intelligent in the way that *they* were.

*Don't you think it would have been the thing to do--warning me that they were beasts of burden and not visiting friends?*

*you weren't paying attention when I tried to explain, I believe you were too busy uttering unintelligible babble to the infants.*

"I can't believe that everyone lives with a cranky old maiden aunt in their heads," Kal muttered. He was bending over a trough, mixing grains together for the Cows to eat when a moistly grass scented blast of hot air blew over his cheek. He turned to towards the source and made contact with a damp, slimy muzzle—he yelled, and pushed it away, forgetting to hold back. The cow flew across the shed, and nearly staggered into Jonathan as he came through the shed doors.

"Holy shit." Jonathan stared at Kal, and Kal tried to hide in plain sight. "How the hell strong are you?"

"…very?"

"You…you…" Jonathan looked around the sparkling cow shed, eyes wide and mouth open and Kal watched him nervously. He hoped what he did was satisfactory. "You finished already? Holy hell—the place is spotless. I—wow." He rubbed the back of his head, with a wry expression that crinkled his eyes and Kal thought fondly how handsome it made him. Jonathan started to say something, but huffed instead. "Hey, don’t go knocking my cows around, you hear? Come on, time to take a break."

Kal stepped forward, feeling chastised, but Jonathan threw an arm around his shoulders and squeezed.

"I'm kidding. You did a good job, son."

Kal felt almost as pleased as he had at his final test.

******

The days passed in a pleasant blur. Being with the Kents made his exile a little more bearable, helped to ease the pain he felt when he thought of his parents…in time he began to think of the Kents as a surrogate parents—in turn, they treated him like a family member instead of an employee. Kal found the business of the farm fascinating, almost miraculous. That one could bring food from the dirt, that the Cows gave milk that became wonderful cheese, and cream and the sinfully delicious ice cream; it was almost to much to believe. It made him think that Rao's Plan must surely include all creatures, not just Citizens…though he had to say that Plan was murky and confusing and convoluted and difficult to discern.

Kal shrugged. That was what faith was all about….

*****
A few days after Kal arrived on the farm, Jonathan Kent asked him if he'd like to go to town.

"Of course! I would love to go to town!"

"I'll bring the truck around, and here—your wages." Jonathan winked at him and walked away.

*Quick—what is town? And wages…oh! I see. Excellent! Dollars are wages, dollars allow you to purchase useful items.*

*Kal-El, remember to use caution in dealing with strangers. Also remember, knowledge is protection, and all the information you require is available to you. Please access it.*

*Don't worry; I am very aware that I must be careful. I will not reveal my secrets, I will not betray Krypton, my word as a responsible citizen. Now…* Kal looked thoughtful as the old truck chugged down the drive towards him. *How do you say 'Greeters Hall' in English? Ow! Stop giving me headaches…*

Jonathan dropped Kal at the door of a small restaurant that amazingly specialized in the selling of Coffee. Kal stepped in through the doors, stopped and inhaled with a look of total bliss on his face. His eyes dropped shut, and a low trill of happiness escaped him. The smell of the Coffee was…incredible.

He went to a long glass counter—behind the glass were several kinds of sweets, and portable meals—sandwiches. Behind the counter, a board described what foods and drinks were available. But mostly…mostly, there was Coffee. The magical drink, the delicious, mind clouding substance…wonderful Coffee.

"Can I help you?" a young woman asked. She was tiny and quite pretty, though a little thin, Kal thought. She smelled almost as nice as the Coffee.

Kal nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes you may. I would like…Coffee." His eyes went wide as he said the word, and it came out in a husky whisper. The young woman's eyes widened also, her nostril flared into delicate wings and she stammered, "What—what kind?"

"Kind?" he asked. There were kinds? "Um…I just want…coffee…"

"Well, we have coffee, espresso, espresso Americano, flavored espresso, which would be cinnamon spice, white chocolate , you can have whipped cream, you can have it with--"

"Oh, please, can I just have coffee? In a cup?" Kal was nearly shaking—there was so much information and–so much was going on, all over the little shop he heard conversation, and breathing, stomachs rumbling, hearts thumping away, the squeak and rip of teeth working on food, and the horrible sucking sound of straws being implemented. He gasped out a thank you and fled to a far table and concentrated on blocking out everything but the heady taste of coffee.

*Kal…are you…well?*

His legs trembled a little but his heart was slowing, and he'd finally wrestled his hearing into obedience. *Yes, I'm fine now…* He ducked his head to sip at the steaming cup—the heat made his mouth feel pleasantly warm, and helped to further calm him. *Well…the people here are very attractive, even without feathers, or fur…or scales,* he thought reflectively. He missed that instant access to…educational films.

Jonathan was going to meet him after he'd concluded his business, and he'd encouraged Kal to meet people, learn a little about Smallville. "This little town is the kind of place you'll want to tell your folks about—it's getting rarer and rarer to find--".

Taking Jonathan's advice to heart, the next time the little waitress passed his table, he called her over. "Hello, my name is Kal. What's yours?"

She looked at him startled, but her expression quickly thawed. "Lana. Nice to meet you Kal." Her eyes danced with amusement. "I'm sorry, but I do have other tables to wait on. Maybe we can talk later." Her nose wrinkled and her lips curved in a little bow, and Kal admired the effect.

He watched her walk over to a table occupied by a very handsome young man, and a pretty girl. Kal watched the young man laugh, his teeth white and even against his dark skin—it made a wonderful effect. He found himself entranced. The boy looked just like a Daxamite. Kal listened in briefly to their conversation and of course the boy was just an Earther, but it was nice to give into fantasy briefly.

A bell over the door tinkled cheerfully and another boy walked into the café. Kal gulped his coffee, and tears blurred his vision for a moment as he choked. It was incredible, amazing—an incredible coincidence, or odd example of convergent evolution…if Rwrftz had been hairless except for his head, and his eyes were blue instead of gold, this young man could have been his twin. Kal watched him walk by open mouthed, frankly staring. The boy stared back, his expression somewhere between hostile and curious, and finally settling on mildly embarrassed and unsettled. He walked up to the counter, kissed the girl, and glanced back at Kal who was still staring happily.

*Quick, quick—tell me what I should say!*

*Kal, this species is different than your own--*

*--but not too different to have sex, right? *

*I meant culturally and to forestall questions, yes, it is possible for Kryptonians to have sex with Earth humans. Now please, listen to me—allow me to perform the function of protecting and educating you. And refrain for just one moment in time of thinking about sexual intercourse to concentrate on the lesson.*

*Phrack.* Kal leaned back and pouted. *No one ever said that Interfaces were worse than grandmothers for nagging—how do Citizen's live with this awful constant nattering? I think something is *wrong* with you. *

*static*--Kal-El. It is true. There have been changes. I apologize for interfering in your life. An interface is meant to increase the quality of life, not worsen it. I will be silent now.*

*No—no, wait—don't go--* "I'm sorry!"

The tall blonde boy stopped in front of his table. "Sorry—for staring?"

"I—I—yes. I am sorry for staring but you are very handsome." Kal stopped and waited for the disapproving voice he'd learned to expect but it didn't come. He smiled a little.

"Handsome? Well…thanks, I guess..."

Kal nodded enthusiastically, asked, "What is your name? I am called Kal-El."

The boy gaped at him for a long moment and shrugged, chuckled. "Whitney…you're something else all right. Nervy."

"Oh, did I do something wrong?" Kal colored a little and dropped his eyes. "I'm not from around here--" he stumbled, "I mean—I'm from Fra—Italy."

"Oh, *foreign*." Whitney said, as thought that explained everything. "I guess you must be the person staying with the Kents."

"You've heard of me?"

"Hell, yeah, small town, news travels fast. Real fast." He glanced back at Lana and then at Kal. "What are you doing later on?"

Kal stared. *Rao willing, getting laid.* "Oh, nothing… watching the far seeing tube…the idiot box—television."

"Ooo-kay…"

"Would you care to visit? Maybe we can get to know each other." Kal grinned wide, and Whit nodded, and nodded…

"I see you've met Kal."

Whitney jumped a little and Kal watched his face as he talked to Lana and smiled. This was going to be a good evening.

"Hey Lana, Kal's invited us to his place tonight."

*Kal did no such thing,* Kal thought and wanted to smack Whitney, who apparently had no concept of 'date'. Oh well, he thought. Perhaps Martha Kent would make popcorn, the evening shouldn’t be a total waste.

"Oh, isn't that sweet, but we can't. I promised Nell I'd help her in the shop later on tonight—inventory or some thing…" Lana looked sad that she couldn't go, and Kal felt a strange urgent need to apologize.

Whit broke in, "Well, okay, I'll just run over to Kal's and catch up with you...tomorrow, okay?"

"But Whit, aren’t you going to help--"

"Lana, flowers and stuff like that don’t fit with me. Tell Nell I said hi." In an undertone to Kal he said, watching Lana switch her hips to the door, "Her aunt's a cast iron bitch. Since I lost my football scholarship, she doesn’t want Lana to have anything to do with me. I guess I'm not husband material anymore. She's got her sights on another guy—Nell, I mean." He laughed. "Fat chance of anything happening with the guy she's picked out." Whit smiled and winked at him, and Kal copied the gesture, because it was adorable and obviously meant something.

Jonathan came strolling in at that moment. "Hey, son, ready to go? Oh, hi Whit, we haven’t seen you since Alexander was down last—you coming by?"

"Yeah, if it's okay with you, sir. Kal here was going to show me some pictures and stuff from his country, right Kal?"

"Oh, yes indeed, he seemed most interested, most interested."

Jonathan looked from boy to boy and sighed deeply. "Sure, pictures. Okay. But Kal, help me unload the truck first?"

"I will help you unload, Jon-Than. It will be my pleasure," he said aloud and frantically tried to activate the AI.

"Lord, boy—are you okay? You're twitching like a bull with a bee up it's butt."

Silence in his head, and it was beginning to scare him…"Oh, fine, just—I'm, uh, I have a little headache."



so much more to come and Rao willing, a little assex...

part 8

Comments

[danceswithgary]

Whitney is always irresistible, isn't he? Laughed through the update - love this!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

In my universe, he's a Clark magnet!

Heee! I'm so glad I could make you laugh!

[kyanoswolf]

At least Kal had the sense to lust after Whitney and not Lana.

And we've heard of "Alexander" who seems not to be a pariah to the Kents.

Awaiting more.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Ah, more is percolating slowly through my Whitney filled brain! *G*

[lapetite-kiki.livejournal.com]

Hee Whitney is there and Kal noticed him!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh, how could he ignore Whitney? *G*

[teot.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeeee!

[norwich36.livejournal.com]

I really enjoy Kal's conversations with the AI--they're hilarious! And he really is a sex fiend, isn't he?

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It's my favorite part to write! Well, that ansd SexAddledBoy. *G*

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

I know you had to get your Whitney in some how -- fine!

*sigh* I'm putting my vote in for some Alexander, Whitney's cute and all, but I really can't wait 'til Lex turns Kal's head - although anything that takes a boyfriend from Lana always good for the win!


*stomp feet..we want Lex..we want Lex..stomp feet*


I love the AI with an attitude - giving Kal headaches, HA!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeeee! you know me too well! As for Whit--if you blink you'll miss him. He's just there for the smut. *G*

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

And then there was Whitney! Nuff said. *g*

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

*squee* I get to use my icon for good! :D

I love how naive and simple Kal comes across. lol Brings out your protective instincts... unless your Whitney. ;) He's got the sense to ditch Lana to look at pictures from Kal's country. *snort...pictures, yeah, right*

>"I will help you unload, Jon-Than. It will be my pleasure," he said aloud and frantically tried to activate the AI.

OMG, I nearly fell off my chair when I read that! *evol Roxy!*

I'm sure Kal's headache will be all better before Whitney comes to visit. ;)

*sings Kal and Whitney up in the loft... K-I-S-S-I-N-G* ;D

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

This story is always so cute! Though I'm worried that something less-than-good is happening with the AI (despite the delightful conversations it has with Kal-El), and I never can share your enthusiasm for Whitney. *glares at him unforgivingly* But the photos of 'Alexander' had our lustful Kal thinking in the right direction; now we just have to get Lex home for the weekend. (He's the Kents' adopted son in this, am I right?) And I love the bit with Kal trying to talk to the cows! *snorfle*

[morganichele.livejournal.com]

I just adore you! :-D This was full of awesome and wonderful! Hee! I LOVE Kal flipping out about coffee. *giggle* That's fantastic! And, Whitney...HEE HEE! That's perfect! This is so much fun! Thank you so much for the update!

[matryoshkarose.livejournal.com]

He rubbed the back of his head, with a wry expression that crinkled his eyes and Kal thought fondly how handsome it made him.

I'm torn between finding it adorable how Kal happily finds everyone and everything beautiful and covering my eyes from the Oh!God!Wrong!

"I mean—I'm from Fra—Italy."

He was going to say he comes from France! Heeeeeee!!!

[bagheera-san.livejournal.com]

Whitney. Oh dear. *looks forward to the porn* Okay, so this is a parallel universe, right? I'm still a bit confused about that. At first I thought that in Kal's universe, Earth was part of the Dominion, but now I think not. Unless they invaded it early enough to make the culture completely unrecognizable to Kal. Still, that's a twist I didn't expect at all :D

[xinsidemyskinx.livejournal.com]

YAY for sexual intercourse and Whitney but even more yay if we had sex with Alexander. Can't wait Kals going to forget how to speak, and fall on his ass and prehaps even drool on himself.

((sits and images))

Great update babes

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

This story is my happy place. *smiles really big*

[ciaan]

He shoveled out the sleeping places of a few very large attractively spotted animals. There had been an embarrassing few minutes in which he'd tried to have conversation, until the AI had gently let him know the large four legged creatures were not intelligent in the way that *they* were.

*sporfle* Oh, Kal. He's so cute and dumb.

[confuzed.livejournal.com]

I want to *look at pictures* with them! I think I have to go in to work early...See if I was a wonderful productive person,I would be cleaning my house. And the disgusting mess the former douchbags I lived with left behind. Instead I am reading!!!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

If you're free of douchbags, than it's more important to be celebrating that instead of cleaning!