Chlark Fanfic: Agenda, Chapter 18
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babydee1Meanwhile, back in the Fortress...
Title: Agenda
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
babydee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17 (mostly PG-13)
Warnings: None
Timeline: Futurefic; follows Season 8’s Injustice &Failsday Doomsday
Disclaimer: All known characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: More than a decade after the Doomsday Rampage, Clark makes a shocking discovery that changes his life forever.
Feedback: …makes me squee. :-)
Written for the 2011![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smallvillebbang long Fanfic challenge. Many thanks to twinsarein for all her tireless organisation and support!
Beta’ed bylegendarytobes & The Fallen Sky at KSite.
Art bysylvanelfmistre & go_clo.
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 18
Gabby stared at the intense yet kindly-looking person in front of her and tried to reconcile it with the tyrant who had tortured her parents when they were teenagers. They didn't appear to be the same person, but then looks could be deceiving.
“Would you like to sit?” he asked politely.
Wow. She hadn't expect him to ask at all, let alone nicely.
“Depends,” she said, regarding him with a withering glance. “Do you want me to sit?”
“Whatever you are more comfortable with.”
She frowned, but decided to sit anyway, crossing her legs and folding her hands carefully in her lap. He followed suit, sitting opposite her with a warm expression on his face.
“I'm sure you have questions, Kyana,” he said. “Please feel free to ask.”
Oh, she had questions alright. The first being…
“Why do you call me that?” she asked in a small voice.
“It is your name,” he said simply. “You represent the birth of a new future, child; the Dawn of a new era. Krypton lives on in you, as does humanity. You are the best of both our worlds, and I will do everything in my power to protect you from harm, as I have done thus far.”
“I, um…” she swallowed. Crap. From the look of things, dear old grand-dad was still harping on about destiny and missions, running and ruining the lives of everyone in the family.
“Yeah, I’m like…I’m just in 7th Grade, y'know?” she continued helplessly. “I’m a kid, I don’t really know much about anything, least of all about dawning krypto-human destinies, so...” she gulped as he continued to stare at her. “I mean, I just found out about all this, I’m still getting used to…” she gulped again. “Please don't hurt me,” she finally pleaded, rushing her words.
To her great surprise he smiled, looking remarkably like her dad. “I have looked forward to this day from the moment you were conceived,” Jor-El said with what could only be construed as grandfatherly pride.
Gabby blinked in surprise. “You…you knew when I was concieved?” she asked. Creepy, she thought inwardly.
“The Fortress registers the presence of every Kryptonian that appears on earth,” he said, linking his hands. “More so when that individual is a child of the House of El.”
“Then what took you so long to summon me?”
“I couldn't contact you until you were ready, both physically and emotionally,” he replied.
“Ready for what?” she asked, perplexed. Her grandfather was annoyingly obcure. No wonder her father had had no luck with this gig.
“To learn more of your Kryptonian heritage.”
She paled, and started backing away from him. “Oh my God, you want me to train here with you?” she exclaimed, horrified. “No. No way. Nuh-uh. I refuse to be stuck up here for the next ten years. I have a life, darn it!”
“Do not be alarmed, Kyana; no training is required of you,” he said soberly. “I simply wish to impart you with knowledge of this part of your family. Nothing more.”
She gave a sigh of relief and settled down again, still wary of his motives.
“So this impartation of knowledge…how long with it take?” she asked suspiciously. “And how much will it hurt?”
He gave her that indulgent smile again. “Everything you need to know is in this holographic data file,” he said, and out of nowhere a swirling octagonal disk hung suspended in mid-air between them. “There have been significant developments in the evolution of the Fortress, and the corruption that had mired the console for years has since been cleansed.”
Gabby narrowed her eyes at the slim, silver disk in the air. “So, this is basically a high-tech history lesson,” she observed.
He smiled. “It is, yes.”
“And...and my destiny?” she asked, feeling a little fearful.
He shrugged. “You choose your own destiny, Kyana.”
She wiped her brow in relief. “Well, I uh…” she took a step back. “That's nice to know. And I’d love to stay and chat, but I've been gone a while, and my parents will be getting worried…”
“Of course,” he said with a quiet nod. “I understand. I simply wished to meet with you, child, and pass on your heritage.”
She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. “You're not like...how they said you were,” she finally said. “I expected you to be a whole lot more...autocratic.”
He nodded. “I was. Before the Fortress's seed crystal was constituted, one of the tri-cells had been tainted by spilled blood,” he explained. “As a result, when the Fortress was formed my files were corrupted and could only operate within a sphere of violence. Your father needed to reprogram the entire system to rectify the basic functions. It's one of the reasons he was here for so many years.”
She nodded slowly. “That makes a lot of sense,” she admitted. “Mom could never understand how someone who sacrificed everything to save their child could be such a tyrannical jerk.” She stopped and covered her mouth. “Omigosh, I'm so sorry---”
“It's alright,” he said with a smile. “She had good reason to be displeased with my methods, your mother. And you should return to her now, before she begins to worry.”
“Right. Um...” she paused. “So, if there's like, something I see on the hologram that I don't quite understand, will it be okay for me to come and ask you about it?” she asked haltingly. “With Mom and Dad's permission, of course.”
The sage grin broadened. “It would be my pleasure, Kyana.”
“So…what do I call you?” she asked.
“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” was the simple reply.
She nodded. “In that case, I'll go with Grandfather,” she said.
She didn't know whether the AI could feel, but she could have sworn she saw a twinkle in his green eyes. “That would be most appropriate,” he replied, “…and a great honour.”
***
Afterglow was a miraculous thing.
Chloe lay sated in Clark’s arms, recovering from the vigour of their lovemaking. His hand trailed leisurely down her back and his heartbeat was steady against her ears.
“Chloe?”
“Hmm?”
His hand stilled, and she lifted her head to look at him. “What is it, Clark?” she asked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed before asking: “Are you happy?”
A slow grin spread across her face. For the first time in years, she was truly happy. There was still a small undercurrent of fear, but it was buried under an avalanche of post-orgasmic pleasure. No doubt it would rear its ugly head once the euphoria of sexual intimacy had dissipated, but for now…
“Yes, Clark, I am,” she answered. “Very happy.”
He sighed in relief and held her close, kissing the top of her forehead. “Me, too.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes. Clark had been a revelation in bed. Given his limited sexual experience (or so she’d assumed), she hadn’t expected him to pleasure her so thoroughly. But not only had he taken care of her needs – several times over, in fact – he’d satisfied her so intensely she’d been uncharacteristically vocal.
She smiled wryly as a deep blush stained her cheeks. Massive understatement. Truth be told, she’d been so loud she’d almost screamed the place down. It was a good thing Gabby hadn’t been around to hear that.
Chloe giggled to herself as she contemplated her new ‘problem’. If she and Clark were going to be making love all the time – and it was a safe bet to think that they were – she really needed to figure out a way to turn the volume down. Yes, her daughter was considerate, but it was highly unlikely she’d be kind enough to leave the house every single time her parents wanted to have sex.
Speaking of which…
“Shouldn’t Gabby be home by now?” Chloe said, voicing her thoughts aloud.
Clark lifted his head again. “What was that?”
She turned to him. “It’s been well over an hour since we woke up, I just thought she’d be back by now.”
Clark tightened his arms around her. “Well, she did see me in bed with you,” he pointed out. “And you were fully clothed, but she’s a smart girl. Maybe our very astute daughter is just giving us some privacy.” He opened his eyes and grinned leerily at her. “Lucky for us, huh?”
Chloe shook her head and sat up, the languid afterglow she’d been basking in wearing off rapidly.
“If Gabby’s as fast as you say she is, would a ‘quick run’ take her well over two hours?” she queried.
“Not unless she’s circumnavigating the globe, no,” he joked.
“Then what’s taking her so long?” she insisted, her voice hardening.
Clark’s easy smile dimmed as he read the alarm in her face. “Could she have…maybe, stopped off at a friend’s house, either here or in Gotham?”
“Without telling me?” She shook her head again and threw back the covers. “No. Not after what happened the last time. Besides, she’d have hinted at it in her note.”
“Then I’m sure she’ll be home soon,” he reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder and pressing her back down onto the bed. “And if not, then she’ll probably call any minute---”
Just then a cellphone buzzed, and Clark heaved a huge sigh of relief. “There. See? That’s probably her calling your cell right now.”
Chloe shook, and the blood drained from her face as once again she shook her head. “Clark…that’s not my cell,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s Gabby’s.”
This time, it was Clark’s blood that ran cold. He’d only had Gabby in his life for a few months, but even he knew that she was all but surgically attached to her cell. There was no way she’d go away for more than two hours and leave it behind – not when she could easily have supersped back home to pick it up.
Quickly he and Chloe threw on some robes and dashed to Gabby’s room. Sure enough, there was her cellphone on her bed, next to the pen she’d used to write the note she’d left for them on their dresser.
The fact that she’d returned to her room to drop the pen but had neglected to take her cell struck terror and fear in Clark’s heart.
That meant only one thing: his daughter was missing.
***
Chapter 19…
Title: Agenda
Author:
babydee1Pairing: Chlark
Rating: NC-17 (mostly PG-13)
Warnings: None
Timeline: Futurefic; follows Season 8’s Injustice &
Disclaimer: All known characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: More than a decade after the Doomsday Rampage, Clark makes a shocking discovery that changes his life forever.
Feedback: …makes me squee. :-)
Written for the 2011
smallvillebbang long Fanfic challenge. Many thanks to twinsarein for all her tireless organisation and support!Beta’ed by
legendarytobes & The Fallen Sky at KSite.Art by
sylvanelfmistre & go_clo.Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 18
Gabby stared at the intense yet kindly-looking person in front of her and tried to reconcile it with the tyrant who had tortured her parents when they were teenagers. They didn't appear to be the same person, but then looks could be deceiving.
“Would you like to sit?” he asked politely.
Wow. She hadn't expect him to ask at all, let alone nicely.
“Depends,” she said, regarding him with a withering glance. “Do you want me to sit?”
“Whatever you are more comfortable with.”
She frowned, but decided to sit anyway, crossing her legs and folding her hands carefully in her lap. He followed suit, sitting opposite her with a warm expression on his face.
“I'm sure you have questions, Kyana,” he said. “Please feel free to ask.”
Oh, she had questions alright. The first being…
“Why do you call me that?” she asked in a small voice.
“It is your name,” he said simply. “You represent the birth of a new future, child; the Dawn of a new era. Krypton lives on in you, as does humanity. You are the best of both our worlds, and I will do everything in my power to protect you from harm, as I have done thus far.”
“I, um…” she swallowed. Crap. From the look of things, dear old grand-dad was still harping on about destiny and missions, running and ruining the lives of everyone in the family.
“Yeah, I’m like…I’m just in 7th Grade, y'know?” she continued helplessly. “I’m a kid, I don’t really know much about anything, least of all about dawning krypto-human destinies, so...” she gulped as he continued to stare at her. “I mean, I just found out about all this, I’m still getting used to…” she gulped again. “Please don't hurt me,” she finally pleaded, rushing her words.
To her great surprise he smiled, looking remarkably like her dad. “I have looked forward to this day from the moment you were conceived,” Jor-El said with what could only be construed as grandfatherly pride.
Gabby blinked in surprise. “You…you knew when I was concieved?” she asked. Creepy, she thought inwardly.
“The Fortress registers the presence of every Kryptonian that appears on earth,” he said, linking his hands. “More so when that individual is a child of the House of El.”
“Then what took you so long to summon me?”
“I couldn't contact you until you were ready, both physically and emotionally,” he replied.
“Ready for what?” she asked, perplexed. Her grandfather was annoyingly obcure. No wonder her father had had no luck with this gig.
“To learn more of your Kryptonian heritage.”
She paled, and started backing away from him. “Oh my God, you want me to train here with you?” she exclaimed, horrified. “No. No way. Nuh-uh. I refuse to be stuck up here for the next ten years. I have a life, darn it!”
“Do not be alarmed, Kyana; no training is required of you,” he said soberly. “I simply wish to impart you with knowledge of this part of your family. Nothing more.”
She gave a sigh of relief and settled down again, still wary of his motives.
“So this impartation of knowledge…how long with it take?” she asked suspiciously. “And how much will it hurt?”
He gave her that indulgent smile again. “Everything you need to know is in this holographic data file,” he said, and out of nowhere a swirling octagonal disk hung suspended in mid-air between them. “There have been significant developments in the evolution of the Fortress, and the corruption that had mired the console for years has since been cleansed.”
Gabby narrowed her eyes at the slim, silver disk in the air. “So, this is basically a high-tech history lesson,” she observed.
He smiled. “It is, yes.”
“And...and my destiny?” she asked, feeling a little fearful.
He shrugged. “You choose your own destiny, Kyana.”
She wiped her brow in relief. “Well, I uh…” she took a step back. “That's nice to know. And I’d love to stay and chat, but I've been gone a while, and my parents will be getting worried…”
“Of course,” he said with a quiet nod. “I understand. I simply wished to meet with you, child, and pass on your heritage.”
She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. “You're not like...how they said you were,” she finally said. “I expected you to be a whole lot more...autocratic.”
He nodded. “I was. Before the Fortress's seed crystal was constituted, one of the tri-cells had been tainted by spilled blood,” he explained. “As a result, when the Fortress was formed my files were corrupted and could only operate within a sphere of violence. Your father needed to reprogram the entire system to rectify the basic functions. It's one of the reasons he was here for so many years.”
She nodded slowly. “That makes a lot of sense,” she admitted. “Mom could never understand how someone who sacrificed everything to save their child could be such a tyrannical jerk.” She stopped and covered her mouth. “Omigosh, I'm so sorry---”
“It's alright,” he said with a smile. “She had good reason to be displeased with my methods, your mother. And you should return to her now, before she begins to worry.”
“Right. Um...” she paused. “So, if there's like, something I see on the hologram that I don't quite understand, will it be okay for me to come and ask you about it?” she asked haltingly. “With Mom and Dad's permission, of course.”
The sage grin broadened. “It would be my pleasure, Kyana.”
“So…what do I call you?” she asked.
“Whatever you feel comfortable with,” was the simple reply.
She nodded. “In that case, I'll go with Grandfather,” she said.
She didn't know whether the AI could feel, but she could have sworn she saw a twinkle in his green eyes. “That would be most appropriate,” he replied, “…and a great honour.”
***
Afterglow was a miraculous thing.
Chloe lay sated in Clark’s arms, recovering from the vigour of their lovemaking. His hand trailed leisurely down her back and his heartbeat was steady against her ears.
“Chloe?”
“Hmm?”
His hand stilled, and she lifted her head to look at him. “What is it, Clark?” she asked.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed before asking: “Are you happy?”
A slow grin spread across her face. For the first time in years, she was truly happy. There was still a small undercurrent of fear, but it was buried under an avalanche of post-orgasmic pleasure. No doubt it would rear its ugly head once the euphoria of sexual intimacy had dissipated, but for now…
“Yes, Clark, I am,” she answered. “Very happy.”
He sighed in relief and held her close, kissing the top of her forehead. “Me, too.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes. Clark had been a revelation in bed. Given his limited sexual experience (or so she’d assumed), she hadn’t expected him to pleasure her so thoroughly. But not only had he taken care of her needs – several times over, in fact – he’d satisfied her so intensely she’d been uncharacteristically vocal.
She smiled wryly as a deep blush stained her cheeks. Massive understatement. Truth be told, she’d been so loud she’d almost screamed the place down. It was a good thing Gabby hadn’t been around to hear that.
Chloe giggled to herself as she contemplated her new ‘problem’. If she and Clark were going to be making love all the time – and it was a safe bet to think that they were – she really needed to figure out a way to turn the volume down. Yes, her daughter was considerate, but it was highly unlikely she’d be kind enough to leave the house every single time her parents wanted to have sex.
Speaking of which…
“Shouldn’t Gabby be home by now?” Chloe said, voicing her thoughts aloud.
Clark lifted his head again. “What was that?”
She turned to him. “It’s been well over an hour since we woke up, I just thought she’d be back by now.”
Clark tightened his arms around her. “Well, she did see me in bed with you,” he pointed out. “And you were fully clothed, but she’s a smart girl. Maybe our very astute daughter is just giving us some privacy.” He opened his eyes and grinned leerily at her. “Lucky for us, huh?”
Chloe shook her head and sat up, the languid afterglow she’d been basking in wearing off rapidly.
“If Gabby’s as fast as you say she is, would a ‘quick run’ take her well over two hours?” she queried.
“Not unless she’s circumnavigating the globe, no,” he joked.
“Then what’s taking her so long?” she insisted, her voice hardening.
Clark’s easy smile dimmed as he read the alarm in her face. “Could she have…maybe, stopped off at a friend’s house, either here or in Gotham?”
“Without telling me?” She shook her head again and threw back the covers. “No. Not after what happened the last time. Besides, she’d have hinted at it in her note.”
“Then I’m sure she’ll be home soon,” he reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder and pressing her back down onto the bed. “And if not, then she’ll probably call any minute---”
Just then a cellphone buzzed, and Clark heaved a huge sigh of relief. “There. See? That’s probably her calling your cell right now.”
Chloe shook, and the blood drained from her face as once again she shook her head. “Clark…that’s not my cell,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s Gabby’s.”
This time, it was Clark’s blood that ran cold. He’d only had Gabby in his life for a few months, but even he knew that she was all but surgically attached to her cell. There was no way she’d go away for more than two hours and leave it behind – not when she could easily have supersped back home to pick it up.
Quickly he and Chloe threw on some robes and dashed to Gabby’s room. Sure enough, there was her cellphone on her bed, next to the pen she’d used to write the note she’d left for them on their dresser.
The fact that she’d returned to her room to drop the pen but had neglected to take her cell struck terror and fear in Clark’s heart.
That meant only one thing: his daughter was missing.
***
Chapter 19…
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Date: 2011-12-10 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-11 04:43 am (UTC)I'm glad Jor-El is so dang nice and free of corruption. I like that he's giving Gab a chance to learn about her history and making it her choice.
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Date: 2011-12-11 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 12:43 am (UTC)I love the way Clark and Chloe are reconnecting. It's great that Clark has grown up enough to tell her how he's feeling and isn't letting her fears derail them.
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Date: 2013-02-21 02:49 am (UTC)"Her grandfather was annoyingly obcure." Do you mean "obscure"?
I liked the explanation for Jor-El's less-than-nice actions.