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

Chapter 42 – Rescues and Surprises

Thursday, October 5, 2006 4:15PM EDT
Perry pushed his way out onto the sidewalk in front of the Daily Planet and immediately started directing the evacuees to clear the area in front of the doors so the others could get out.  He quickly looked around Planet Plaza, confirming his suspicion that the other buildings in the area were also evacuating, which accounted for the crush of people on the sidewalks and spilling onto the street.  Even though it should have already been early into the evening rush, the road traffic was non-existent, with the streets still clogged with cars and trucks disabled by the EMP.  Last time, Superman had this mess cleared already by the time we walked outside, Perry thought pensively.

Perry gaze fell upon Jimmy Olsen, who was climbing up on top of one of the disabled vehicles and taking pictures of the crowd.  Perry reflected that Jimmy had come a long way since starting with the paper as a part-time teenage gofer, and unlike some of the others, he still didn’t consider any of the mundane assignments around the office to be beneath him.  Once the EMP hit, he gladly helped out as a Runner/Gofer without complaint, and Perry had been grateful for his presence.  He was equally grateful for his photographer’s eye, which was certain to give the Planet some wonderful shots of the day’s extraordinary events – assuming they could find a way to publish it.

The Editor-In-Chief continued his observations of the tableau in the street, oblivious to the danger high overhead, where the exaggerated sway of the Planet building had wobbled the globe on top beyond the failure point of the column that supported it.  The street side of the column finally buckled and it snapped when the mass of the globe tipped it towards the front of the building.  The globe crushed the rooftop water tanks, spilling their contents in a waterfall over the edge of the roof.  The globe came to a rest when it hit the half-wall at the building’s perimeter, although the reprieve was short-lived.  It only took a minute for the normal sway of the skyscraper to dislodge the globe from its perch, rolling it over the edge and sending it plummeting towards the crowded street below.

The first indication of a problem came when the cold deluge from the crushed water tanks drenched the crowd.  Perry’s breath hitched when it hit him, and he reflected that he’d probably never been so wet while fully clothed before.  He then looked up for the source of the drenching and his eyes widened in horror when his eyes locked onto the falling globe.  “Great Caesar’s Ghost,” he muttered quietly.

The shrill calls of “Help, Superman!” coming from the people around him broke Perry from his stupor, and he tore his gaze from the globe.  With the crush of panicked people on the sidewalk, there was nowhere to run – nowhere to escape what barring some miracle would certainly be a deadly, crushing impact.  How ironic if it ends like this, Perry thought.  The Planet’s EIC, killed by the Daily Planet…  What a headline that would be...

He returned his gaze to the deadly sphere in time to see a blue blur rush up beneath it, and Superman caught the globe barely fifty feet above the street.  Its downward acceleration was abruptly slowed and the Man of Steel gently floated down, holding the globe above his head like Atlas holding up the world.  The crowd remained completely silent during his descent and Perry noted that it was the first time in his memory that Concord Street had been so quiet, with the only sound that of the shutter click from Jimmy’s camera.

Superman’s feet touched the ground, and he looked at the crowd around him, still holding the globe above him.  After a moment, he looked to his left and said authoritatively, “I need to set this down.  Please move out of the way.”  The people scrambled away as he tilted the globe, eventually laying it in the street and crushing a couple of the disabled cars in the process.

The Man of Steel rose back up to his full height, but his departure was interrupted by Jason Lane pulling on his hand, with his sister, Kara, standing right behind him.   Superman looked down, and the little boy quietly said something that Perry wasn’t able to make out.  The Man of Steel then knelt down in front of the children, blocking them from view as he whispered his response.

Perry walked over to the trio with the intended pretense of rounding up the children and strained his hearing to try to catch the conversation.  As he walked over, he was struck by how casual their interaction seemed to be.  He’d seen children around the Man of Steel before and they were always so excited and awestruck around the hero that they were barely articulate.  However, neither of these two kids was so mesmerized – it was more like a chance encounter with a trusted family friend.

Perry finally closed the distance to the trio and tentatively interrupted, “Excuse me, Superman.”

Superman and Jason immediately looked up at him and the hero asked somberly, “Is everything all right, Mister White?”

Perry caught the smirk that briefly passed over the hero’s features before he masked his expression, most likely an amused reaction at the thoroughly drenched Editor-In-Chief.  Perry pushed back his annoyance and opened his mouth to speak, but as Kara squeezed past her brother and looked up at him, the editor-in-chief noticed something astonishing:  three identical pairs of cerulean blue eyes staring back at him and three matching cleft chins.  Perry’s eyes darted back at Superman and he finally saw Clark Kent through the façade.  Suddenly, everything made sense.  Oh, my God, Perry thought.  A moment later he worried, I hope nobody else noticed that…

“Mister White?” Superman prodded in a concerned tone.

Perry quickly recovered and set his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, pitching his voice low as he insistently told him, “You need to get going.  We’ll look after the kids.”

Superman regarded him warily for a moment before nodding his agreement, standing up and shooting up into the sky.

Perry corralled the two children in front of him, searched the crowd for Ron Troupe and found the reporter briskly walking over to him.  He had apparently held back when the kids ran up to Superman.  “Looks like the munchkins got away from you,” Perry commented as Ron joined them.

“I didn’t want to spoil their moment,” Ron countered pleasantly.  He looked down at the kids and asked gently, “So what was that all about?”

“He didn’t save Mommy yet,” Jason complained sadly.

“He’s been really busy this afternoon, Jason,” Perry explained.  “I’m sure he’ll get there as soon as he can.”  Perry turned to Ron and said with false sternness, “Try to keep them out of trouble.”

“It won’t be easy to overcome Lois’ influence on them,” Ron joked.  “Come on, kids.”

As Ron led the kids away, Perry’s gaze returned to the sky and he thought, Kent, you should get an Academy Award to go along with that Pulitzer you’ll probably get some day...  Jesus, just what the hell am I supposed to do now?  The story of the millennium just fell into my lap, but I can never tell a soul about it…



Jason’s eyes widened in fear when he saw the big globe from the top of the Planet falling towards them, but that fear turned to joy when his Daddy Clark flew up in his Superman suit to stop it.  However, as soon as his father’s feet touched the ground, the little boy began to wonder about his mother.  His Daddy Clark hadn’t brought her back with him.  Was she still on the boat with the mean men?

Jason rushed over to Superman and his sister ran after him, reminding him that they weren’t supposed to bother their dad when he was busy as Superman.  Jason ignored her, and tugged on Superman’s hand.  When the Man of Steel looked down at him, Jason whispered apprehensively, “Did you save Mommy yet?”

Superman knelt down in front of him and pitched his voice low as he told him, “She’s still on the boat, but she’s okay.  I just checked on her a few minutes ago, and it looks like your Grandpa Lane sent some people to help her.”

“But you said you’d bring her back,” Jason complained.

“Son, I’ll go get her as soon as I can, but there are a lot of people here who need my help, too, and some of them are in a lot more trouble than your mom.  I need to help them.  You’re going to need to be patient a little while longer.”

“Excuse me, Superman,” someone interrupted.  Jason looked up and saw that it was his Uncle Perry.

“Is everything all right, Mister White,” Jason heard his Daddy Clark ask in his Superman voice.

Jason felt himself pushed against his father as Kara squeezed around behind him to see who it was.  Uncle Perry suddenly got a funny expression on his face, just like when the water fell on him.

“Mister White?” Superman said anxiously.

“You need to get going.  We’ll look after the kids.”

Daddy Clark flew back up into the sky a moment later, leaving Jason to worry about his mother.

“Looks like the munchkins got away from you,” he heard Uncle Perry say.

“I didn’t want to spoil their moment,” Uncle Ron told him.  He stepped in front of Jason and kindly asked, “So what was that all about?”

“He didn’t save Mommy yet,” Jason answered sadly.

His Uncle Perry tried to explain that Superman was busy, but Jason wasn’t listening.  He was remembering how mean the scary the men on the boat were.  They said they would shoot Mommy – and she was still there.  And Daddy Clark was taking too long to save her.

When Uncle Perry and Uncle Ron stopped to talk with Jimmy, Jason decided that he’d save his mother himself.  He lifted his right arm just like Kara had shown him and prepared to fly back to the boat, but he’d only ascended a couple inches before Kara pulled him back down to the ground.

“You can’t fly off in front of everybody!” Kara hissed in an agitated whisper.  “Remember what Dad said?  Nobody’s supposed to see us using powers!”

“But we have to save Mommy!” Jason said adamantly.

“Not in front of everybody!” Kara insisted.

“Then how will we save her?” Jason whined.

Kara shrugged and said, “I don’t know.  Dad always takes me somewhere where there aren’t any people around to do powers.”

“So where are we supposed to go?”

“I don’t know,” Kara admitted.

Jason pouted and looked back up to sky.  Where could they go so that nobody would see them?  He then remembered the dark and scary alley they walked by on the way to get burritos when his parents worked late.  It was only a few blocks away.  Jason smiled and declared, “I know somewhere!”  He then turned and darted through the crowd towards the alley.  Kara quickly caught up to him, and grabbed his hand as she ran behind him.

A moment later, Jason heard his Uncle Ron hollering after them, “Jason! Kara!  Get back here!”

Jason didn’t stop.  Instead, he ran faster – faster than most adults could run, which went miraculously unnoticed by the crowd.  It helped that Kara’s grip on his hand kept him from exceeding the range of human speed.  The two children weaved through the crowd, and in just a few minutes, they ran into the dark alley behind Restaurant Row.  Jason came to a stop, pulling his hand from his sister’s grip and suddenly turning fearful of the things he’d always imagined were hiding in the alley.

“Is this it?” Kara asked, as she intruded on her brother’s imagination.

“Uh-huh,” Jason said anxiously.  “Do you think it’s good enough?”

“I guess so,” Kara replied, shrugging her shoulders.  She walked over to him, reaching out her arm as she said, “Here, I’ll help you.”

“I can do it!” Jason insisted.

“But you’re so slow – it will take too long to get there,” Kara complained.  “At least let me get you get moving fast this time.”

Jason was about to object, before he remembered his fear for his mother and reluctantly agreed.  “Okay, but once we’re going fast, let me do it,” he insisted.

Kara smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms securely around her brother and rocketing into the air, oblivious to the presence of Ron Troupe, who had just run into the alley after them and was now staring up at them in slack jawed amazement.



Lieutenant J.G. Peter “Bones” Hawkins piloted the Osprey on a speed descent towards the last known coordinates of Luthor’s yacht and his eyes widened in astonishment at the scene before him.  The bow of the yacht was poking out from its perch two hundred feet above the sea, on top of a newly grown crystal peak that had emerged from the Kryptonian landmass spreading beneath the sea.  The yacht was only there for a moment before it split into two, sending the bow section diving into the sea in front of him, with several people falling or diving away from it as it fell.  “Jesus Christ!” Hawkins exclaimed.

“I don’t think he had anything to do with that, Bones,” muttered his baby-faced co-pilot, Ensign Antonio “Razor” Reyes.

Bones quickly lowered the aircraft towards the men in the sea, completing the transition to helicopter mode just as they reached the men.  Meanwhile, Razor ran towards the back of the aircraft, securing himself to a safely line and reconnecting his headphones before leaning over the edge of the rear ramp.  He looked out over the water and provided Hawkins with navigation instructions to guide the aircraft to the cluster of Navy SEALs waiting for them.  Finally, they reached their target, and Razor began helping the men aboard the Osprey.

“What the hell happened?” Razor asked the first man to come aboard.

“Hell happened, sir,” Seaman Peterson answered him.  Once on his feet, the SEAL turned around and began helping to pull his comrades aboard.

“We’re going to need a head count,” Bones shouted back.

“We need a head count,” Razor demanded of the boarding men.

“I’m on it, sir,” Ramsey replied as he climbed aboard.  He pressed the mike button at his throat and said, “Wolf pack, wolf four.  If you’re in the sea on the side of the mountain where the Osprey is, sound off.”  Ramsey listened for the responses and a minute later, he activated his throat mike and asked, “Wolf five and Wolf twelve, Wolf four.  What’s your position relative to the Osprey?”

“Where are the rest of your men?” Razor asked.

“Sir, we have two of them about a hundred yards to starboard and eight more on the other side of the mountain… hopefully,” Ramsey replied.  “Let’s get these two pulled in and then on to the other side.”

A minute later, two more Navy SEALs were pulled out the water and the Osprey began its arc to the other side of peak, while two figures covertly observed them as they clung to a small ledge near the water line.   “Okay, they’re gone,” Kitty declared between shattering teeth.  “Can we get out of the water now, or are you afraid that Lois Lane will find us and beat you up again?”

Stanford shoved Kitty away from the ledge and hissed, “It wasn’t Lane.  It was those damn Navy SEALs.”

“And they just happened to break your nose just like she broke Reilly’s,” Kitty retorted skeptically as she swam back to the ledge and helped her Pomeranian out of the water.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to go down with the ship,” Stanford warned.  He pulled himself up onto the ledge and slid back against the crystal crag.

“Lex wouldn’t like that,” Kitty replied confidently.

“But I would, and I’d be doing him a favor.”

Kitty pulled herself up onto the ledge and pulled Tala onto her lap, wisely choosing not to tempt fate and holding her tongue while the pair waited for Luthor and the others to return.



The stern half of the yacht Alexander the Great ripped free from the ship’s forward section and plummeted into the sea, slowing significantly on impact, but still continuing its descent as the sea quickly filled its internal passages and pulled it down.  Three life rafts popped to the surface almost immediately after impact, once the hydrostatic bindings holding the canisters to their cradles fifty feet behind the break were forced open by the water pressure.  Several of the Navy SEALs also appeared shortly after impact, having released their gear and raced to the surface, just as they’d been trained.

Inside the yacht, the sudden drop had caught all three of the pantry’s occupants by surprise, shaking them from their handholds and footholds.  Lieutenant Daniels lost his grip and fell from the doorway, colliding with Lois and Richard, dislodging them from their precarious positions on the pantry cabinets and sending all three them to the far wall.  The impact with the sea had forced the door to swing shut from its momentum, but had also dampened the impact with the rear wall for the occupants.

“Oh, this day just keeps getting better,” Lois mumbled sarcastically.

Daniels was immediately aware of the cold assault on his back from the water that was already seeping in.  He leapt to his feet, turned to the others and asked, “You two all right?”

“We’re okay,” Richard assured him.  “We just need to get out of here.”

“No argument there, flyboy,” Daniels agreed and he scrambled up the pantry cabinets with Lois and Richard right behind him, barely outracing the rising water inside the compartment.  Daniels finally reached the top and opened the door, pushing up through the doorway and surveying the rough seas around them.  He was grateful to see some of his men climbing into life rafts.  However, his observation was cut short when a rogue wave caught the open door and violently shoved it closed against him and sent him splashing back into the water at the opposite end just as the yacht’s aft section slipped beneath the waves.

“Daniels!” Richard hollered after him.

The SEAL’s head popped up above the water and he declared, “I’m fine.”

“So tell me…  do you special ops guys really jump out of perfectly good aircraft, or do you actually fall out?” Richard teased.

“Knock it off you two,” Lois chastised.  “I need some help with the door.  I can’t get it open.”

“It’s the difference in pressure,” Daniels declared.  “We need to equalize it before we’ll get the door open.”  He climbed up to the door and lifted his sidearm up above the water.  “Move back, and take a deep breath.  I’m going to shoot out the window.”

After Lois and Richard moved away from the door towards the ceiling end of the pantry, Daniels braced his feet on the cabinets lining either wall, pulled out his sidearm and squeezed off four shots at window.  A moment later his eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the four shells imbedded in the glass.  “Son of a bitch!” Daniels shouted.  “What kind of lunatic puts ballistic glass in a pantry door?”

“This probably wasn’t the first time Luthor used this room as a makeshift prison cell,” Lois noted quietly.  “He probably wasn’t going to take a chance on anyone getting out.”

Daniels put his sidearm away, and started pounding furiously on the glass with the butt of his submachine gun, while the water above grew dark.

“We’re not going to make it,” Richard commented sadly.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lois took a deep breath and screamed, “Kal-El!”



Bones brought the Osprey around the growing crystal peak and almost immediately saw the signal flare fired from one of the life rafts.  Closer scrutiny revealed one of the SEALs standing in the tent opening of one of the life rafts, waving his arms.  This would make it easier than it had been on the bow end.  The only life raft on that side had been five hundred yards from the men and floated empty near an apparently abandoned sea plane.  Bones scrutinized the rescue zone in time to see the yacht’s stern section disappear under the sea before returning his attention on the life rafts.  He rotated the craft around to expose the open ramp to the life boats and lowered into position to extract the men.

The rescue was interrupted when Bones noticed a warning on his heads up display.  He quickly manipulated his instruments to confirm the report, and then turned to the back of the aircraft, shouting, “We’ve got incoming!  Everybody strap in!”  The aircraft lurched forward as Bones began evasive maneuvers, banking towards the crystal cliffs, and rotating the prop nacelles forward as he climbed.  They’d have no choice but to leave the SEALs in the life rafts a little while longer.

Razor raced back to the cockpit, grabbing the seats along the sides of the fuselage to pull himself forward as they climbed.  He finally reclaimed the co-pilot’s seat just as an object whizzed by the aircraft, narrowing missing it and splashing into the sea near where the yacht’s stern section had been.  “What the hell?” Razor commented.

“We’ve still got another bogey, heading right for us,” Bones said urgently.  They were too low for chaff or decoy flares to be effective, which left his only option a bank to the left around the crystal peaks, hoping they would provide them with some cover.   A moment later, Razor noticed another unidentified object race by the window, and shouted, “That was too close!”

“What was it?”

“I’m not sure,” Razor answered.  “Something just raced by the starboard window, but I didn’t get a good look at it.  It didn’t splash, though.  It looks like it’s circling around, and climbing.”

“I’m calling it in,” Bones declared.  “Maybe those Eagle crews can take out whatever’s targeting us.”



Superman heard the twang of the snapping cables and raced to the Hobbs Bridge just in time to catch a bus full of screaming school children as it slid over the rail.  Returning the bus to the rolling roadway was not an option, and he scanned the banks for a safe spot to set down his precious cargo.  However, his attention was interrupted by a sonic boom – one devoid of engine noise and suspiciously close to the two young heartbeats that he’d been tracking all afternoon.  He rolled his eyes in frustration and focused his vision out to sea, finding his children on a speed course back out to the yacht.  Those two are in so much trouble…, Superman thought.

Suddenly, Kara separated from Jason, and accelerated down in a steep dive.  Superman looked ahead of her, and his eyes widened in horror as his gaze locked on the crippled aft section of the yacht sinking beneath the sea, where Lois, Richard and an unidentified naval officer were trapped inside.  No, it’s too soon! Superman lamented.   She’s never done anything like this before…  and the Predators!  My God, if she gets spotted by military surveillance…

Superman focused his heat vision out to sea, blinding the cameras on the UAVs and continuing to watch his daughter who barely missed colliding with a Navy Osprey as she dove under the sea to grab the yacht.  He set the bus down and turned his attention back to sky over the sea where he found Jason as the little boy also dove after the yacht.  A fearful expression suddenly appeared on Jason’s face as he neared the water, and he pulled up from the dive, narrowly missing hitting the same Osprey as he climbed back towards the clouds.

I should never have left Lois out there this long, Superman chastised himself.  I should have learned my lesson after nearly losing her after Luthor’s nuke in ’97.  He looked at the bridge behind him, noting that the roadway wouldn’t endure its oscillation much longer and most of the people caught on top were too petrified to move.  He couldn’t abandon them to their fates.  He allowed a brief glance out over the sea, where Kara was pulling the yacht into the sky, and then returned to the bridge to clear the roadway of trapped commuters.



Richard’s brow wrinkled in confusion as he tried to make sense of the unfamiliar word that Lois was desperately shouting.  “Kal-El!” she screamed again.

He sighed, and observed that the water inside the pantry was now within a few inches of the ceiling, still seeping in quickly from below and also dribbling down from above around the bullets imbedded in the porthole’s bulletproof glass.  The sea outside the porthole had already grown too dark to see anything.  They didn’t have much time left.  “Lois,” he said tenderly.

“Not now, Richard,” Lois snapped.  She took another deep breath and again shouted, “Kal-El!”

He suddenly heard what sounded like a squeak across the glass and struggled to see what could have made the noise.  Within seconds, the water outside grew impossibly brighter and the air pocket expanded, likely due to the diminished water pressure against the hull.  Finally, he noticed what appeared to be the sole of a rather small sneaker.  Where on Earth did that come from? Richard wondered.

The murky sea gave way to bright waters which gave way to air and sunshine, and the air pocket had simultaneously grown from a few inches deep to over a foot and a half.  The room’s occupants visibly relaxed now that their deaths were no longer certain.  Daniels tried pushing against the door but found he was still unable to budge it.  The SEAL pounded on the door with his fist and hollered, “Hey!  Whoever’s out there!  Open the door!”

Richard heard muffled voices outside, followed the surprising sound of crunching metal, and suddenly the door was gone.  He looked up to discover Kara and Jason’s cherubic faces staring down at them.  “Are you okay, Mommy?” Jason asked, with his voice full of concern.

“Jason, what are you two doing here?” Richard asked in surprise.  “Uncle Ron was supposed to be watching you.”

“We came to save Mommy,” Jason answered proudly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll save you, too,” Kara assured him.  She reached her arms out, grabbed Lois and Richard by the wrists and added, “I’ll help you out.”

“I want to save Mommy,” Jason complained.

“I’ve already got her,” Kara replied sweetly.  “You can get the other guy.  He needs help, too.”

“Oh.  Okay,” Jason answered, apparently satisfied that he’d at least get to help someone.  He reached for Lieutenant Daniels’ wrist, copying Kara’s actions.

“Whoa, hold it there, kids,” Daniels replied adamantly.  “You’re going to fall in.  You’re not strong enough to pull us out.”

“Yes, we are,” Kara insisted, and proved her point a moment later when she easily pulled Lois and Richard through the door frame while Jason simultaneously pulled out Daniels.

Richard suddenly heard the sound of groaning metal, and looked towards the source in time to see a steel beam rip away around Kara’s feet, pulling off one of her sneakers in the process and releasing the yacht to fall through the clouds beneath them.  His eyes shot wide in astonishment when he realized just how high up they were.

He heard Daniels to his left as the man exclaimed, “Holy shit!”  Richard glanced in his direction and was astounded at the sight of the once fragile child he called ‘son’ floating in the sky, effortlessly holding up a two hundred pound Navy SEAL by the wrist like one of his action figures.  Richard imagined that he probably mirrored the stunned and open-mouthed expression on Daniels’ face.

“You dropped the boat,” Jason complained to his sister, and Richard’s gaze returned to Kara, who had a contrite and guilty expression on her face.

“The beam broke,” she replied defensively.

Richard felt his heart drop into his stomach as the realization finally hit him.  It was Kara’s shoe he had seen on the porthole window when the yacht stopped sinking.  Clark Kent’s little girl had pulled the yacht from the sea and lifted it thousands of feet up into the air, holding it up on the heels of her feet while she pulled them out.  That was nearly as herculean a feat as Superman landing the jumbo jet at Dolphin Stadium the previous week.  There was only one possible explanation for that remarkable act and their impossible resting place above the clouds.  Richard looked over at Lois, barely noticing her apprehensive expression as he breathlessly murmured, “Oh, my God…  The kids…  They’re Superman’s.”

Lois glared at Richard.  “Tell me about it.”

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