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Title: Family Reunion
Author: Mr. Beeto
Rating: PG-13
Beta: htbthomas and Shado Librarian
Summary: AU Twist on Donner/Singer Movieverse: Tie the three films together into a cohesive whole, and provide a more credible and interesting reason for Superman to have returned to Krypton.

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Author’s Notes:
Warning:  pseudoscience and techno-babble ahead.  Sorry, but it’s a necessary evil to explain a few things in this AU universe.

Thanks again to the beta team of htbthomas and Shado Librarian, a.k.a. dandello.

Chapter 23 – Burglarized

Friday, September 29, 2006 11:15AM EDT
Lois was in an unusually contemplative mood as Superman brought them north to his Fortress.  It was their first real flight together since the truth came out – she wasn’t counting the return trip the previous evening.  She’d barely been able to think straight after Kara showed up, floating in front of them like that.  As she observed the man now, she didn’t see the other-worldly hero.  She saw Clark Kent and clearly recognized the distinct mannerisms that defined him.  She thought back on all her previous interactions with the hero, and realized that the clues had been there for her see if she had bothered to look.  Who else but Clark would have quoted travel safety statistics at the first rescue like that, Lois thought.  That should have tipped me off right there...

She struggled to reconcile the contradictions in the man as they zoomed through the sky.  The god-like being in a cape who was the Earth’s guardian and greatest hero was also a farm boy from Kansas, holding down an ordinary job, paying his taxes and living an ordinary life that now included the new responsibilities as a single father to a young girl.  And he’s also the father of my child, Lois thought.  Her gaze fell to their son, held tightly against his father’s chest, facing away from him and holding out his arms as he pretended that he was the one doing the flying. 

Lois was pulled from her ruminations by the sound of Superman’s voice as he spoke to their son.  “We need to bank to the right now.  Are you ready, Jason?” he asked enthusiastically.

“Uh-huh!” Jason answered eagerly.  He shifted his weight, leaning to the right and Superman made the gradual turn in sync with his son’s movements.  Jason was smiling widely and declared eagerly, “This is so cool!”

Lois couldn’t suppress her smile at Jason’s contagious excitement and she ducked her head against her former lover to hide it.   We’ll, looks like Clark’s winning Jason over, she thought.

She felt the vibration of Superman’s laugh tickle her cheek and peeked up to observe him looking down at Jason. “You really think so?” he teased.  “Are you sure you’re not bored by all this flying nonsense?”  Jason shook his head vigorously while trying to keep his arms stretched out in good flying form.  Superman laughed again, and said mirthfully, “Well, if you’re sure.”

He’s good with kids, Lois observed.  And I bet he’ll turn out to be a pretty good father.  Maybe even as good as Richard’s been.  Oh, God…  Richard.  She felt the guilt wash over her as she recalled their argument from the previous evening, and how they’d carefully avoided each other that morning.  This is tearing him apart and he deserves so much better, she thought.  But what can I do about it now?

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed their approach to the Fortress until they began the descent through the roof.  She looked up at their surroundings, and was startled when Superman suddenly tensed up and his jovial demeanor transformed into a grim countenance.  She was also surprised to discover that the chamber was cold, dark and lifeless, rather than warm palatial manor that she had expected.  Superman gently set them down and walked stiffly over to a console of some sort that was twenty feet in front of them.  Something’s wrong, Lois realized.  “Clark?” she said tentatively.

“We’ve had some uninvited guests,” he informed her gravely.  “They’ve taken all of the crystals.”

“It’s cold here,” Jason complained.

Superman’s head snapped up, and he turned to his guests and gently bathed them in his heat vision.  A moment later, he turned his vision to the crystal walls, roasting them with his gaze and endued them with enough heat to radiate the room with warmth and chase away the cold.  “Sorry about that,” he apologized.  “That should keep the place warm until I can get everything back on-line.”

“Thanks.  What’s this about crystals?” Lois asked.

“They held the sum knowledge of Krypton, including that of every major civilization spanning twenty-eight galaxies.”

Lois silently nodded her head, and grasped her son’s hand a little tighter, keeping him close to her as she followed Superman to the console.  She watched him remove the father crystal from his cape’s secret pocket and insert it in the slot at the top of the console.  Jor-El’s image immediately appeared in the face of the crystal wall opposite him.  “Kal-El, my son.  Why have the crystals been removed from the matrix?” he asked.

“They were taken by an unknown party while I was away,” Superman explained.  “Can they be regenerated?”

“Of course,” Jor-El assured him.  “However it will take approximately ninety minutes to complete, given that current power reserves are at a dangerously low level.  We do not even have sufficient power to maintain the usual hologram right now.”

“Any idea who might have taken your crystals?” Lois asked apprehensively.

“So you’ve brought the woman back with you,” Jor-El observed.  “Shall I expect the old quarrel again as well?”

“What quarrel?  Clark?”

“It’s a long story – I’ll tell you about it later.  As for the robbery – whoever it was left their fingerprints behind.  Henderson should be able to help me positively identify them, though I have a pretty short list of likely suspects.  There’s only been one person who’s ever found the Fortress, though it was during those lost eight days before the space-time fold,” Superman explained.  “The second time around, I intercepted him near Ottawa, the day after he escaped from prison.”

“Lex Luthor,” Lois declared.  Superman nodded to confirm her guess.  Jesus, the damage that monster could do with Kryptonian technology, Lois thought.

“Is this the same Lex Luthor who collaborated with General Zod?” Jor-El asked.

  “Yes, that’s the one,” Clark told him.

“He broke in here before and you didn’t do anything about the lax security?” Lois asked incredulously.

“I, um, thought I did,” Superman admitted sheepishly. “We programmed the Fortress to control the local weather after that, and there’s been a perpetual blizzard around the place to discourage visitors.  Besides, Luthor was in prison.”

“But he had already escaped once before, remember?” Lois reminded him.  “And that blizzard wouldn’t stop him if he figured out it was here and was determined to raid the place, which is apparently what happened.  Which leads to my next question:  How, exactly, did he figure out that this place was here?  It’s in the middle of nowhere.  Not exactly someplace that you’d stumble across accidentally.”

“I haven’t a clue,” Superman confessed.  “I thought this was too remote for anyone to stumble upon.”

  Lois rolled her eyes and declared, “You’re going to need some serious upgrades to the security here…  Clark, this isn’t Smallville – you can’t just leave everything wide open.”

“The woman has a valid point,” Jor-El conceded.  “Unfortunately, we lack sufficient energy to seal the openings.  Kal-El, perhaps the personal affects this criminal had with him when you intercepted him would reveal his methods.  Please describe what you found.”



Jason watched wide-eyed at the magic man in the wall who was talking to his parents.  He understood that somebody had taken Superman’s stuff and they were really upset about that.  After a few minutes of hearing the adults argue, he was bored and wanted to explore the castle.  However, his mother wouldn’t release her grip on his hand.  “Jason, sit still,” she scolded him.  He reluctantly complied and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of his mother and listened to his mommy and Daddy Clark talk with the magic man.

“Well, he was traveling with his girlfriend, Eve Teschmacher,” Superman told Jor-El.

“Late girlfriend,” Lois corrected.  “She died in prison under suspicious circumstances.  It wouldn’t surprise me if Luthor arranged for that.”

“Oh…  Well, anyway, the balloon that they were traveling in came down just outside Ottawa.  I had scanned their possessions when I approached and besides basic provisions such as food and clothing, all they had was a short wave radio, a propane heater, and some home-made electronic device that was built from a shoebox and some rather worn parts.  He smashed the box once I made my presence known.”

“And that didn’t make you wonder about the device?” Lois asked incredulously.

“I thought it was out of anger or frustration.  He was throwing quite the tantrum,” Superman clarified.  “Besides, it clearly wasn’t explosive and there was no sign of kryptonite.  I assumed it was some sort of navigational equipment.”

“Did you get a close enough look at the device to recreate its design?” Jor-El inquired.

“I think so,” Kal-El confirmed.  He turned back to the console as a flat rectangular panel rose and tipped back to a slight incline.  Superman squeezed his eyes closed and his brow momentarily wrinkled in concentration.  Once he opened his eyes, he pulled a stylus from the side of the panel and quickly began writing on the surface.

While Superman documented the device he remembered, Jason was growing tired of sitting still on the floor.  He stood up, eyeing the doorways for possible exploration routes.  Lois noticed his movement, and grabbed his arm just as he was about to run off to the nearest walkway.  “I asked you to sit still,” she reminded him.

“But, it’s boring,” Jason whined.

“Well, you’re just going to have to be patient for a little while longer,” Lois insisted.  “A bad man robbed your Daddy Clark, and we need to figure out a few things about that.”

Lois’ words immediately provoked a surprised expression from Jor-El and his gaze turned sharply to Jason.  A blue light suddenly flickered through the Fortress, coalescing into a blue aura around the tyke as a razor-thin line of bright blue light quickly descended from head to toe.

“Hey!” Lois complained.  “What the hell are you doing?”

“There’s no need for concern, madam.  The scan was harmless,” Jor-El told her gently.  “What is this boy’s name?”

“Jason,” Lois told him apprehensively.  “He’s our son.”

“Yes, I can see that now,” Jor-El told her.  He then turned to the little boy and replied majestically, “Welcome, Jason.  I am Jor-El…  I am your grandfather…  This… Fortress of Solitude… is all that remains of your Kryptonian heritage – the once great civilization of the planet, Krypton.  You are heir to a proud legacy, and it is my hope that in the coming years we’ll have the opportunity to get to know each other as I teach you our culture and heritage, as I did with your father before you.”

“You’re my grandpa?” Jason asked incredulously.  “Do you live in the wall?”

Jor-El smiled kindly at Jason and said, “Yes, I am your grandfather.  That surprises me as well.  I never believed that this would be possible…  As for the image you see before you – this isn’t really me and I don’t live in the wall.  I died thousands of years ago when our planet, Krypton, was destroyed.  What you see before you is a recreation of who I was, based on my memories and personality, which were copied into the crystals moments before I died.”

“You’re a ghost?” Jason said excitedly.  “Cool!”

“Jason, he’s not really a ghost,” Superman tried to explain.  “It’s like a computer program.”

“Oh,” Jason replied unhappily.

“We can try to explain it to him later,” Lois suggested.

Jor-El turned his gaze to Superman and said quietly, “Kal-El, my son…  I tried to anticipate every possible circumstance when I prepared the crystals for your journey to Earth.  But you’ve now presented me with the one scenario that I did not anticipate – you’ve brought me a grandson…  Please understand that when I was researching Earth as a potential home for you, I relied on the work of our xenobiologists, all of whom had concluded that the human genome was not compatible with our own.  They declared that the physical resemblance was a merely a coincidental result of convergent evolution.  My faith in their judgment influenced the guidance I offered you and your intended bride when you first brought her here.  Given the obvious inaccuracy of the genetic analysis, that guidance was ill-advised.  I believe I owe you both an apology.”



Jor-El’s words had pushed Lois beyond the limits of her patience and curiosity, and she had demanded an immediate explanation of what had truly happened during their previous visit.  Superman reluctantly complied, editing his narration to accommodate their young son’s presence, though Lois was easily able to fill in the blanks.  She was astonished by Jor-El’s ultimatum, and that Superman would have so quickly agreed to it.   As the truth sank in, she simply stared at Superman wide-eyed, with her mouth agape. 

“Lois?” Superman gently prodded.

She shook herself from her stupor and turned to Jor-El, furiously asking him, “You stripped him of his powers?  What was that, some kind of punishment for deigning to be with a lowly human?”

“Lois, I volunteered,” Superman assured her calmly.  “I chose you over the powers.  It wasn’t a difficult decision.”

“By why did you have to choose?” Lois demanded to know.  “Couldn’t you have found some way to balance a life together with the powers?”

  “It would have been a moot point,” Clark replied sadly.  “I still would have had to leave to get Kara a couple weeks later.”

“Was your mission successful?” Jor-El interrupted.  “She is obviously not with you.”

“She’s in school,” Lois informed him curtly before returning her attention to Superman.  “Clark, it’s the principle of the thing.  Cops balance duty with family.   So do fireman, ambulance drivers, doctors, soldiers… Well, with the possible exception of my father…  Why couldn’t you have done the same?”

“The requirement was necessary for his psychological well-being,” Jor-El declared.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Lois complained angrily.

“To understand the necessity, you need to understand the nature of the Kyptonian marriage bond,” Jor-El explained.  “It’s not just emotional, as it is with humans.  There is also a psychic dependency involved.”

“Psychic?  You mean like reading each other’s minds?” Lois asked incredulously.

“No, the bond is empathic, not telepathic,” Jor-El clarified.  “The love the two individuals feel for each other is amplified through that empathic bond.  They sense each other’s emotions - even each other’s presence in many cases, and they become dependent on their shared bond.  It is incorruptible in life, and if it is severed by the death of one of the parties, the grief is inconsolable.”

“That doesn’t explain why you wanted to strip him of his powers,” Lois insisted, and she asked sarcastically, “Was a lowly human too unworthy to be bound so closely with a Kryptonian?”

“My concern was the difference in life expectancies,” Jor-El informed her.  “Humans rarely live even a single century, but Kal-El doesn’t age as you do.  Barring some unforeseen tragedy, he could expect a lifespan measured in millennia.  However, the medical technology contained within the crystals would only have extended your lifespan by a few centuries, which means he would have spent most of his long life in agony, mourning your death.

“On Krypton, the anguish of such a loss was tempered by the somewhat weaker bonds that the surviving party had established with other family members, most notably, with their children.  Since I did not believe that it was possible for the two of you to have children, I addressed the problem by matching his life expectancy to yours.  Stripping him of his powers meant that the two of you would grow old together.  In all probability, you would also have died together.  He would not have been forced to endure countless millennia of inconsolable grief.”

“But Jason proves that children are possible,” Lois reminded him.  “And Clark is now also a father to Kara.”

  “The possibility of children means that Kal-El will have someone to help him overcome his grief when death finally claims you,” Jor-El explained.  “I will thus no longer require that Kal-El sacrifice his powers to grant my approval for your union.  However, that permission is granted on the condition that you produce more children.  I’d recommend at least two more.”

“Excuse me?” Lois asked in disbelief.  “You think we need your permission and that you can dictate terms for our reproduction choices?  Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I am a parent looking after the best interest of my family, just as I assume you look after the best interest of yours,” Jor-El retorted.

“Jason’s still a child,” Lois snapped.  “Clark and I are adults fully capable of making our own decisions.”

“Would you not insist on offering your child counsel, even after he is grown, in order to prevent him from making a terrible mistake that could cause him great misery?”

“Oh, so I’m a ‘terrible mistake’ now?” Lois seethed.

“Lois!  Father!  Please, stop this,” Superman interrupted.  “We don’t have time for this argument right now.”  He paused for a moment before turning to Jor-El and sadly telling him, “Father, things are complicated between us right now.  I was gone a long time.”

“Few worthwhile relationships are ever simple, Kal-El” Jor-El said knowingly.  “However, you are quite right.  We have more important matters to discuss, and we can begin with my analysis of the criminal’s device.  It appears to be a crude sensor for tracking the alpha shift in the N-S boundary that is created in the wake of your flight.”

“The N-S boundary?” Lois questioned.  Please, no more techno-babble, she thought.  My head still hurts from all the stuff you threw at me last night.

“That’s the normal space-subspace boundary,” Superman explained.  At her confused look, he elaborated, “Normal space is the three-dimensional universe that you’ve always known.  Subspace is another dimension that runs parallel to normal space, but everything is kind of squished together - kind of like a mirror in a carnival funhouse.”

“And that is relevant because?” Lois asked impatiently.

“Kal-El’s aura influences subspace during flight, leaving a ripple through the fabric of space,” Jor-El informed her.  “It’s imperceptible in normal space, but this criminal, Lex Luthor, has apparently devised a method to track Kal-El’s flight from the distortion in the subspace layer.”

“How badly are we exposed?” Lois pressed.  “Does this leave a trail behind for Luthor to track you wherever you go?  You know – the breadcrumb thing?  And if Luthor could track you here six years ago, what’s to stop him from being able to track you now – all the way back to Smallville?”

Superman’s eyes grew wide in shock and the color drained from his face.  “Oh, my God.”

“The alpha shift in the N-S boundary only occurs during flight,” Jor-El informed them.  “However, the ripple persists for several hours afterwards.”

“I guess it’d be kind of like the contrails from a jet that passes overhead,” Superman added after a moment of thought.  “You can still see them long after the jet’s passed by and it gives you a rough idea where it went, but not the precise coordinates...  Father, can anything be done to conceal my wake?”

“There are some alternatives available that would nullify the disruption wave,” Jor-El informed them.  “However, we lack sufficient energy to implement any of the available designs.”

“Can Luthor track him if he’s running on the ground?” Lois inquired.

“No, not with this device,” Jor-El assured her.  “However, his movements could be detected by other readily available technologies, such as radar.”

“I wouldn’t be able to move as fast on the ground, either,” Superman added.  “If I ran at full speed without flight assist, I’d bust up the pavement, or leave a trench in the fields.”

“So there’s no way for you to get home undetected,” Lois concluded.

“I think the risk would be low if I ran,” Superman declared.  “I’d be below the radar from any of the major installations, and if a County Mounty was pointing his radar gun in my direction, he probably wouldn’t believe the results.”

“We’re still going to have to find a better way to keep you and Kara hidden from Luthor’s prying eyes,” Lois insisted.  “You do realize that we wouldn’t have to worry about this if you were living in Metropolis instead of commuting from Smallville.”

“Smallville’s a better environment for Kara,” Superman protested.  “She has room to exercise her abilities without worrying about shocking the neighbors.  She wouldn’t have that in Metropolis, and if one of the neighbors noticed something unusual, we’d be on every tabloid cover on the planet in no time.”

“This argument is non-productive,” Jor-El declared.  “There still are more important things to discuss than your living arrangements.”

“You’re right,” Superman acknowledged.  “While we’re talking about kids, how thorough was your scan of my son?”

“It provided all the information necessary for a complete analysis of his genetics and physiology,” Jor-El answered.

“What did you find?” Lois asked with sudden interest.  “Can we do anything about his allergies?   What about powers?  We haven’t seen any evidence that he’s inherited any of his father’s abilities.  What can we expect as he gets older?”

“Slow down, Lois,” Superman suggested.  “Give him a chance to answer.”

“The allergies you speak of are caused by mismatches between the human and Kryptonian genomes,” Jor-El informed her calmly.  “We do not have sufficient power to correct those flaws, given our current situation.  Fortunately, the problem will resolve itself in time.  Once his dormant Kryptonian genes become active at puberty, they will become dominant and the problems you speak of will no longer be of consequence.”

“If his Kryptonian genes will be dominant, does that mean he will inherit my powers?” Superman asked.

“Yes, it does,” Jor-El confirmed.  “It will be no different for him than if he were fully Kryptonian – once the dormant genes become active.  The analysis suggests that his powers will begin to manifest when he enters puberty.”

“That’s still years away,” Lois pointed out.  “Can’t anything be done about his allergies before that?”

“It would be a simple matter to correct if our power reserves were not so thoroughly drained.  However, there simply isn’t enough energy to power the process, and it will be many months before we’ve absorbed enough energy from the sun to even consider performing the procedure.”

“From the sun?  You mean this place is solar-powered?” Lois asked incredulously.

“The exterior walls of the Fortress have photo-electric properties,” Jor-El informed her.  “Nearly ninety-eight percent of the solar energy striking the outer surfaces is converted directly into usable power for our operations, and we’re able to store the surplus for later use.  However, those reserves have been drained by our intruders.”

Lois turned to Superman and said seriously, “Please tell me that what Luthor took is useless without the father crystal.”

Superman looked to Jor-El, and asked, “Father?”

Jor-El somberly declared, “Unfortunately, the theft is serious.  If the father crystal was not inserted within a short period of time after the console was activated, it would have initiated a disaster recovery process.  A new father crystal would have been created from the data on the remaining crystals.”

“Then he’d have everything,” Superman said angrily.

“It would exclude our private conversations,” Jor-El clarified.  “Those were not redundantly stored on the storage crystals.  The new father crystal would be as the original was immediately after this structure was first built, and whoever was present would likely have been mistaken for you.”

“Is there any way to track the missing crystals?” Kal-El asked.

“They’d be difficult to locate in their inert state,” Jor-El informed him.  “However, if this criminal attempts crystal construction without proper dampening protocols, it may be possible to track the energy release, provided that the necessary equipment is in place beforehand.  Unfortunately, we are impeded by our severely drained power reserves.”
 
“Well, can’t you hook up an emergency generator or something to recharge?” Lois demanded to know.

“I’m afraid the fuel for our ‘emergency generator’, as you put it, is also depleted,” Jor-El explained.  “Under normal circumstances, we could supplement the solar power with the output of the fusion power plant in the lower levels.  However, we only had three point five kilograms of the helium-three fuel trapped in the crystals to begin with, which I collected on Krypton before sending Kal-El here.  It would only have maintained the power plant at full power output for several hours and was reserved for emergencies, such as the force field erected during Zod’s attack and the construction of the ship built for my niece’s rescue.  That fuel was depleted prior to the break-in.”

“So fill the tank back up” Lois insisted.  “It’s just helium, right?”

“No, actually it’s helium-three,” Superman corrected.  “It’s a non-radioactive, stable helium isotope created during the sun’s fusion, which is extremely rare on Earth.  The little that’s here was either trapped in the mantle during the Earth’s formation, or is produced by tritium decay.”

“But you said it came from the sun,” Lois reminded him.

“Yes, but whatever helium-three is present in the solar wind never gets past the Earth’s electromagnetic field.”

“Well, if it’s up there, then go and bring some back,” Lois said irritably.  “You have a ship, if you need it – you just used it for that six-year round trip to Krypton.  Geez, do I have to think of everything?”

“That is a quite clever suggestion,” Jor-El commented.  “Kal-El, your ship could be reconfigured for that purpose.  If we program it for a tight orbit of the sun, perhaps at a distance twenty million kilometers, we could collect several kilograms of helium-three in a matter of hours.  That would be adequate to satisfy our immediate needs.”

“Um, father?  I didn’t exactly make a graceful landing when we got back,” Superman admitted.  “The ship’s in pretty rough shape.”

“Did the escape vessel that originally brought you to Earth fare any better?” Jor-El inquired.

“I’m not sure – I hardly remember that landing,” Superman informed him.  “The spires have all melted away, but it seems relatively intact otherwise.”

“I would like to examine both ships, though I suspect that it will be easier to repair and reconfigure the smaller craft,” Jor-El informed him.

Further discussion of the matter was interrupted by a small voice beside them as Jason whispered to his mother, “Mommy, I’m hungry.”

Superman turned to them and said, “I’m so sorry.  I completely forgot about lunch.  We still have about forty minutes…  Smallville’s obviously out of the question, but I know I know this nice little brasserie just outside Paris...”

“Did you forget about Luthor?” Lois asked sharply.  “We need to secure this place before we go anywhere.  We can’t risk losing any more of those crystals.”

  “I must concur with the woman,” Jor-El declared.  “Until we replenish our reserves and implement more effective security measures, you should keep the father crystal with you.  We cannot risk another theft, and your earlier statements suggest that the criminal’s whereabouts remain unknown.”

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” Lois declared.  “Clark, you’ll take Jason and me back to Metropolis so I can get him some lunch and get him back to school.  Then go get your ships from Smallville.”

“I think that the big one would be a bit too conspicuous during the day,” Superman commented.  “I can get the little one, though.”

“Whatever.  Maybe you can land in Kansas City or someplace like that, and run the rest of the way – on the ground, where he can’t track you.”

“It’s going to take awhile, if I’m to avoid detection,” Superman pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter – it needs to be done.  We can’t lock this place down or cure Jason’s asthma, until you fill ‘er up,” Lois insisted.  “I can cover for you in the meantime.  Do what you need to do and meet me back in Metropolis when you’re done.”

“I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long,” Superman promised.  He turned to Jor-El and said, “Father, we need to shut down so that I can take the crystals.”

“Of course,” Jor-El acknowledged.  “However, you need only concern yourself with the father crystal.  The new storage crystals are still blank and immature, and I would prefer not to disrupt the growth process.  The risk if they are taken is minimal.”  The image in the crystal walls faded, and Kal-El pulled the crystal from its slot.   A moment later, the three of them were airborne and heading southeast back to Metropolis.

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