SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian part nine

[roxy]

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, A Dangerous Situation
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating: PG
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts are here, writing a love letter to Mikey, and wondering what rhymes with feltch...



The evening wore on in near silence as Kal did the minor maintenance the AI directed him to on the suit. After, he wandered idly about the area of the cave, picking and nibbling berries, watched the tiny warm-blooded life forms that lived nearby, and the glowing insects that bobbed and weaved in the grasses. He watched the sun sink, and was mesmerized by the magic the sky preformed as it slowly got darker …clouds dipped and changed, glowed with color: gold first, and then a hint of tangerine deepening to rose, finally a deep purple. "Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?" Kal sighed.

*The effect is caused by the longer distance light must travel through the atmosphere as the sun lowers--the shorter blue wavelengths are being blocked and thus--*

"Can you pretend to enjoy it? Please…just to make me happy?"

Again the AI was silent. Kal stared up at the sky, watching the color go deeper and deeper until it was velvet navy and one after the other, stars slowly began to appear. He heard, *It is a very lovely sky, Kal.*

"Thank you," he said quietly, and high above, stars glittered like gems, and the moon smiled down, as beautiful as one of Rao's Daughters. "I miss the Dancing Dragons," he said.

*The constellation more properly know as--*

Kal sighed, and the voice went on, *I mean—yes, the Dancing Dragons. I'm sorry, Kal, that the Dragons are very far away. *

* Me too, oh Interface mine, me too.*

******

Morning came, and Kal oriented himself to the directions the AI gave him. He ran lightly along the edge of the ridge above the cave and jumped—he dropped a few feet and then—bobbled upwards towards the clouds.

"Look! Look—I'm flying! I knew it would be wonderful!" Kal whipped his arms upwards, and wobbled up a little faster. "I thought of the Whit-Ney, and the truly amazing sex and—wha-hoo! I floated!" He grinned from ear to ear, and rose even faster, and higher. "Is this not incredible?"

A burst of static that didn't make his ears feel like they were itching on the inside filled his head for a second—it was almost like—chuckling, but that wasn't possible, Kal thought.

******
Kal flew higher and higher until he had to use enhanced vision to see the earth below. Eventually he picked up a difference in the sea of planted fields below him. There was a section of field where the corn grew oddly; the stalks seemed to spiral towards the sun…Kal rolled lazily in the air until his feet were pointed at the ground again. He let himself drift downward, enjoying the unblocked sun on his skin, the warm wind flowing over him—he anticipated quickly grabbing a few samples of meteorite, and letting the AI play with them, and then—back to the closest thing to home he had here.

He hovered for a moment. *Is there any spot in particular I should start, Innty?*

*Innty? I beg your pard--*

A burst of sound interrupted the both of them, sound not related to Kal, the AI or the world below him. "What was that—?"

The burst came again—a sharp blast of static, and then, garbled noise that rose and fell, and Kal suddenly realized the drone was language…"I know that—that's Daxama!" The burst of sound went through several different languages quickly and then—"Kryptonese! "

*I believe we've found a probe* the AI said, and Kal thought he caught a hint of relief in the uninflected voice. *That indicates we aren't too far out of Dominion space, Kal. This is excellent news. We need only recover the probe--*

"Great!" Kal dropped down, following the sound pf the probe. He was a few feet over the earth when he was suddenly struck with pain so intense it confused him; he lost all sense of direction and slammed into the soil, throwing up a huge plume of dirt and glowing shards of rock. Kal screamed as his blood boiled and burned him from the inside…night creeped in from the sides of the world…

*Kal-El! Kal-El! Kal…KAL!* The AI shouted out to the air, "Help! I need help! "

The uninflected machine tone of the AI fragmented, static altered it's sound, words broke and crackled. "Kal, crawl towards the trees, away from the rock, Kal—Kal!"

*The suit! I will call the suit, Kal-El. You will be safe.*

*Hold on Kal…*

*Please.*

Kal groaned, and nodded, a bare shudder of movement. *I will.* His eyes fluttered shut and he had no idea how long he was out, in his head, a calm soothing voice recited poetry, sang lullabies his mother sang him…the voice was a lifeline in the middle of a void full of pain…he wandered in the dark, but the voice kept him on the path and….

There was a crunching noise all around him, and a lessening of the pain. It became bearable…


He was rolling back and forth, and he knew he was on Granddad's boat—they were boating on the Great Crystal Lake, and Grand-dad was going to teach him to fish. He was on the bow, just him and Nanny and Rwfrtz—Nanny was waving her arms about to make him laugh, and Rwfrtz kissed him on the nose…licked his nose…cried on his nose….

Kal opened his eyes; the suit had him. It was standing in the little lake near the cave, washing the dirt and chunks of rock from his skin and clothing. The pain was gone. He was safe.

*Kal-El. You are awake. I recorded the message of the probe, I believe it is actually a buoy--*

Kal interrupted bitterly, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. A little sore, almost died, but I'm fine now, thanks. Put me down," he ordered the suit. It held him in iron hard arms until the AI directed it to do so. Kal staggered to his feet.

*Kal…*

"Quiet! Please, just--be silent. Let me hear the message—and don’t dump it all at—waaaa—oook—"

The message of the probe flashed in and filled Kal's mind.

*To all Citizens of the Dominion—the area that is Krypton space is forbidden to all Citizens born on, or of parents born on Krypton by order of His Majesty Kan-El the tenth, by the Grace of Rao, Ruler of Krypton and of the Dominion, Supreme Commander and Hammer of justice, Right Hand of Rao who rules from New Kryptonopolis, on Daxam as of this date--*

"But…the date…" Kal staggered, fell to his knees in the water. The date was seventy-five years in the future. "Seventy-five years? How is it possible?"


* The wormhole must have effected time as well. What was to you a few months sleep…*

Kal sloshed out of the water and threw himself on the shore of the lake. Tears streamed unheeded from his eyes. "My parents are gone—my world is gone! There's nothing…nothing…" He closed his eyes, pressed fingers tight against his eyelids. The bank under him seemed to whirl, tilt under him…"I'm the last one…"

*The capital exists—the Dominion exists. Refugees are on Daxam. You must not despair.*

*Must not despair?* Kal laughed a very long time.

*****

*The meteorite positively contains elements that mark it as Kryptonian. I believe that these meteorites are the end result of a chain of cataclysmic events--the explosion of Krypton, the conversion of planetary remnants into a poisonous element. The force of the explosion may have carried fragments here, possibly knocking the buoy out of orbit and here to Earth…perhaps they also went through the wormhole…I can't give you more information. I'm sorry, Kal.*

"Sorry…? What's left of my world tried to kill me, my family have all surely died of old age, I have no where to go, and—and—we're no where near the Dominion, and you're sorry? Let us not play games. I'm alone here, and will always be alone. I just have to accept that." He watched the suit sluice remnants of dangerous Krypton from itself, and march back into the depths of the cave. "I won’t go back to Smallville—I have to move forward. I have a life to build. We will go on—to Metropolis. I can build some sort of life for myself there…find a place for me on this backward little planet. Not that it doesn't have its charms, of course."

*Kal-El.*

"What? What am I doing wrong *now*, for Rao's sake? "

* I wished to tell you that…I find you to be a very brave and admirable being. You've conducted yourself like royalty throughout what has been a trying and personally devastating experience. I'm proud to know you. You are never alone as long as I function. *

Kal felt a prick of tears, and his chest felt warm…"I—thank you. Thank you very much, old Interface. I couldn't think of a better companion to spend my time with. Except, you know--"

*Yes, yes, no need to elaborate. *

*So…do you listen in when I have sex? Do you record it in any way? Because if you do--*

* STATIC *

TBC

part 10

Comments

[norwich36.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor little Kal! *Pets him*

Though like the AI, I laughed that he figured out how to fly by thinking about having sex with Whitney.

*Applauds that you posted parts for two separate stories in one day*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Can you believe it!!?? I feel so acomplished!

Whitney--he's just so helpful! lol!

[morganichele.livejournal.com]

Awww! Kal needs a hug! *sniff* Hee! He's so cute and sweet. I love the AI humoring him, and laughing a bit at his silliness. Great chapter! Thank you so much for the update! YAY! :-D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

He needs hugs and kisses and *koff!* stuff. :)

[danceswithgary]

Poor brave woobie, he needs lots of sex now. It will make it all better. Really. :-D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

He does need lots and lots of sex to make this better, poor little Kal!

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

Oh Kal! How can you not love him? Especially when he uses sex with Whitney to learn to fly. lol

And he calls the AI, Innty! *giggles*

Poor things all alone now... and he wants to know if the AI records when Kal has sex. OMG! He's so freaking adorable, if one track minded. lol

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

Awww, poor Kallie!

He wants some sex flashback, pwease, lol!


*g*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Awww, I'll have to give the poor lil' hunnybunny some sex real soon! *GRIN*

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

So…do you listen in when I have sex? Do you record it in any way? Because if you do--

BWAH!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I love my one-track mind lil' baby here. *G*

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

*hugs poor traumatized Kal-El* I love Kal's reaction to the bad news, and I love the AI being all worried for him and trying to make him feel better. Of course, if Kal were to find himself a Lex, he'd feel so much better.... *runs to read next update*

[petit-rhino.livejournal.com]

*So…do you listen in when I have sex? Do you record it in any way? Because if you do--*

* STATIC *

Kal is an adorable slut. And I kinda love the Interface :-)

[asm613.livejournal.com]

>> "I thought of the Whit-Ney, and the truly amazing sex and—wha-hoo! I floated!<<___this alone calls out for MORE Kal-El+Whit-Ney sex. And having him ask the AI if it records him having sex, because....static. You must make yourself laugh all day long. I am surprised that Kal is assuming death of family when there are many yellow sun worlds they could have gone too-which means they'll also be immortal. If they can get a message from a buoy can't their buoy get their message out? Or did I miss something.

[confuzed.livejournal.com]

I know this is lighthearted and fun, but I do hope Kal is reunited with his parents. :/