FIC: DCFic - Awakening - Kon-El - PG
Jul. 30th, 2006 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laniew1I’m not quite sure where this came from; I do (sort of) know where it’s going. I also know that there will be one sequel from Lex’s POV and another from Clark’s POV. And possibly a longer story set after all those that I’m still working out the details for.
Sensation returned in fits and starts.
The following spoilers are in affect for this fic: Teen Titans (entire run), Infinite Crisis 1-7 and the tag line for 52: Week 22. Read at your own risk.
TITLE: Awakening
RATING: PG.
PAIRING: None
AUTHOR: Melanie
SPOILERS: The entire current Teen Titans run, Infinite Crisis 1-7, Tag line for 52: Week 22
DISCLAIMER: "Good news, sir. Your son Kon-El didn't die in the Crisis after all."
Awakening
Sensation returned in fits and starts.
First it was the pain in his legs and back, he winced or thought he did. He wasn’t used to pain, hadn’t felt it in a long time, gratefully he didn’t have to feel it for to long because soon after feeling pain there was darkness.
When the darkness eased there was no more pain but he could feel the odd (unwelcome, bad memories) sensation of wetness against his skin, which forced the realization that he was floating in a fluid of some sort.
He tried to struggle then, fluid against his skin. It encased his entire body and led him to thoughts of Cadmus and escaping and illness and dying and he struggled weakly to free himself from the wetness.
Eventually he tired and floated in the fluid, his eyes wouldn’t obey his commands and open, he couldn’t breathe through his nose and there was something shoved down his throat and he thought that it might be helping him breathe which was the only reason that he didn’t rip it out.
If he could even have made the movement to do so.
If he tore the tube from his throat, would they release him from the container? He wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to tempt fate that way then end up drowning himself because no one was paying attention to him.
He didn’t know how he knew, a gut feeling of some sort that said that he wasn’t with his friends. Wasn’t with anybody that he would voluntarily want to be with.
They would rescue him he was sure, except he thought maybe they thought him dead. He could remember the last fight, could remember Cassie crying over him and Tim’s voice sounding anguished and heartbroken. Could remember Superman kneeling beside him.
If he was alive they would figure it out and would come for him.
The Titans most likely, Superman (Clark) at the very least. And as long as Batman or Wonder Woman didn’t come along for the ride he thought he could deal with having to be rescued.
He allowed himself to feel some small measure of hope, because he didn’t think there was any way that they would allow him to stay in enemy hands, even if 50% of him was Luthor, the other 50% of him was Superman and to hand someone half the genetic structure of Superman would just be insane.
He didn’t allow him contemplate that they might not rescue him because of the 50% of him that was Luthor. That they might leave him where he was because he wasn’t a pure-blooded Kryptonian like Kara.
Like Clark.
He floated there and didn’t think.
Didn’t think about Cassie or Tim or Bart or any of the others. Just allowed his thoughts to meander through his memories without focusing on anything specific and finally the darkness took him again and he thought of nothing
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He woke again and while he couldn’t see or hear anything he could sense that something was happening outside the watery cell that he floated within.
Eventually he would be able to see and hear and figure out how to get out of it. He’d smashed his way out originally, raised his hands and broke the glass containing him. He was sure that whatever he was encased in now would not be the same flimsy material and that the same trick wouldn’t work twice.
He could move slightly, with no pain and he wondered if that meant that he was healing or that there was some sort of drug being piped into the air forced down his throat or the fluid surrounding him. He raised his hands, pressing them against the glass in front of him and pushed.
Nothing happened, except that now he felt frustration and he wondered why he hadn’t been rescued yet.
They wouldn’t leave him here would they? Before Tim and Cassie and the others had visited him at every opportunity. Talking to him, telling him that it would be okay and he wondered if it had been so long that they had moved on and forgotten about him.
He pressed against the glass again, it was cool against his fingertips and when nothing happened he whined ineffectually.
He didn’t like this, didn’t like feeling weak and alone and he wanted Superman or someone to come now. Wanted his friends to appear in front of him (even though he wouldn’t be able to see them) and press their hands against the other side of the glass so he would know that they were there.
He fought against the pull of darkness, he didn’t want to sleep again because he had no sense of time and no idea of how long he’d been trapped here, he fought and lost.
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The next time that he woke he could open his eyes. Forced them open and blinked to clear his vision.
He wasn’t where the other Titans had housed him when he’d been injured during the first fight with that other Superboy, he didn’t recognize any of the doctors though he did recognize their equipment and the tube he was in was identical (at least from the inside) to the one that he’d first gained awareness in.
A woman (nurse?) noticed his eyes open and walked up to the tube. Touching the side while she turned her head and spoke to a man on a computer.
He realized he was naked almost immediately then, but didn’t have the energy to cover himself. He’d used every ounce of strength that he’d had, it appeared, to open his eyes.
The tube was still down his throat, there was something up his nose keeping him from breathing in the fluid that way.
He still felt as weak as he’d been when he’d lost his powers and wondered if that was what had happened.
Was he human now? He didn’t think he knew how to be just human. Because even the humans that he knew were extraordinary and when he’d been human he’d not been anything special.
He’d just been the boy formerly known as Superboy.
He pressed his hands, knocking them against the glass and when he had the nurses’ attention he made hand motions that indicated that he wanted to be set free. He wished he knew sign language so he could demand to be released and that was the first thing he was doing when he got out of this.
She shook her head and turned back to the guy, talking rapidly.
He was frustrated now, angry because he was the best judge of his health and if he said that he wanted to be out then they should let him out. He felt like he’d been sleeping forever and he should definitely be over 18 finally and not have to answer to anyone.
A door opened directly in front of him and if he hadn’t had air being pumped directly into his lungs he might have stopped breathing. As it was he started thrashing in the fluid, angry and scared because he was trapped with no way out.
The guy at the computer punched a few keys and he could tell without knowing for sure that they were drugging him again.
He fought it, he was Superman’s clone.
He was Conner Kent and Clark had taken him in and given him a family even though he was in no way responsible for him.
He was Kon-El and Kal-El had all but declared him his heir by giving him a family name.
He would not allow himself to be used against those he cared about again.
But he was still trapped, still defenseless and they’d obviously learned from their mistakes. His prison was impenetrable and he would not escape it alone and as his eyes closed Lex Luthor stepped up to the tube and placed one hand against the glass and smiled.
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Sensation returned in fits and starts.
The following spoilers are in affect for this fic: Teen Titans (entire run), Infinite Crisis 1-7 and the tag line for 52: Week 22. Read at your own risk.
TITLE: Awakening
RATING: PG.
PAIRING: None
AUTHOR: Melanie
SPOILERS: The entire current Teen Titans run, Infinite Crisis 1-7, Tag line for 52: Week 22
DISCLAIMER: "Good news, sir. Your son Kon-El didn't die in the Crisis after all."
Awakening
Sensation returned in fits and starts.
First it was the pain in his legs and back, he winced or thought he did. He wasn’t used to pain, hadn’t felt it in a long time, gratefully he didn’t have to feel it for to long because soon after feeling pain there was darkness.
When the darkness eased there was no more pain but he could feel the odd (unwelcome, bad memories) sensation of wetness against his skin, which forced the realization that he was floating in a fluid of some sort.
He tried to struggle then, fluid against his skin. It encased his entire body and led him to thoughts of Cadmus and escaping and illness and dying and he struggled weakly to free himself from the wetness.
Eventually he tired and floated in the fluid, his eyes wouldn’t obey his commands and open, he couldn’t breathe through his nose and there was something shoved down his throat and he thought that it might be helping him breathe which was the only reason that he didn’t rip it out.
If he could even have made the movement to do so.
If he tore the tube from his throat, would they release him from the container? He wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to tempt fate that way then end up drowning himself because no one was paying attention to him.
He didn’t know how he knew, a gut feeling of some sort that said that he wasn’t with his friends. Wasn’t with anybody that he would voluntarily want to be with.
They would rescue him he was sure, except he thought maybe they thought him dead. He could remember the last fight, could remember Cassie crying over him and Tim’s voice sounding anguished and heartbroken. Could remember Superman kneeling beside him.
If he was alive they would figure it out and would come for him.
The Titans most likely, Superman (Clark) at the very least. And as long as Batman or Wonder Woman didn’t come along for the ride he thought he could deal with having to be rescued.
He allowed himself to feel some small measure of hope, because he didn’t think there was any way that they would allow him to stay in enemy hands, even if 50% of him was Luthor, the other 50% of him was Superman and to hand someone half the genetic structure of Superman would just be insane.
He didn’t allow him contemplate that they might not rescue him because of the 50% of him that was Luthor. That they might leave him where he was because he wasn’t a pure-blooded Kryptonian like Kara.
Like Clark.
He floated there and didn’t think.
Didn’t think about Cassie or Tim or Bart or any of the others. Just allowed his thoughts to meander through his memories without focusing on anything specific and finally the darkness took him again and he thought of nothing
He woke again and while he couldn’t see or hear anything he could sense that something was happening outside the watery cell that he floated within.
Eventually he would be able to see and hear and figure out how to get out of it. He’d smashed his way out originally, raised his hands and broke the glass containing him. He was sure that whatever he was encased in now would not be the same flimsy material and that the same trick wouldn’t work twice.
He could move slightly, with no pain and he wondered if that meant that he was healing or that there was some sort of drug being piped into the air forced down his throat or the fluid surrounding him. He raised his hands, pressing them against the glass in front of him and pushed.
Nothing happened, except that now he felt frustration and he wondered why he hadn’t been rescued yet.
They wouldn’t leave him here would they? Before Tim and Cassie and the others had visited him at every opportunity. Talking to him, telling him that it would be okay and he wondered if it had been so long that they had moved on and forgotten about him.
He pressed against the glass again, it was cool against his fingertips and when nothing happened he whined ineffectually.
He didn’t like this, didn’t like feeling weak and alone and he wanted Superman or someone to come now. Wanted his friends to appear in front of him (even though he wouldn’t be able to see them) and press their hands against the other side of the glass so he would know that they were there.
He fought against the pull of darkness, he didn’t want to sleep again because he had no sense of time and no idea of how long he’d been trapped here, he fought and lost.
The next time that he woke he could open his eyes. Forced them open and blinked to clear his vision.
He wasn’t where the other Titans had housed him when he’d been injured during the first fight with that other Superboy, he didn’t recognize any of the doctors though he did recognize their equipment and the tube he was in was identical (at least from the inside) to the one that he’d first gained awareness in.
A woman (nurse?) noticed his eyes open and walked up to the tube. Touching the side while she turned her head and spoke to a man on a computer.
He realized he was naked almost immediately then, but didn’t have the energy to cover himself. He’d used every ounce of strength that he’d had, it appeared, to open his eyes.
The tube was still down his throat, there was something up his nose keeping him from breathing in the fluid that way.
He still felt as weak as he’d been when he’d lost his powers and wondered if that was what had happened.
Was he human now? He didn’t think he knew how to be just human. Because even the humans that he knew were extraordinary and when he’d been human he’d not been anything special.
He’d just been the boy formerly known as Superboy.
He pressed his hands, knocking them against the glass and when he had the nurses’ attention he made hand motions that indicated that he wanted to be set free. He wished he knew sign language so he could demand to be released and that was the first thing he was doing when he got out of this.
She shook her head and turned back to the guy, talking rapidly.
He was frustrated now, angry because he was the best judge of his health and if he said that he wanted to be out then they should let him out. He felt like he’d been sleeping forever and he should definitely be over 18 finally and not have to answer to anyone.
A door opened directly in front of him and if he hadn’t had air being pumped directly into his lungs he might have stopped breathing. As it was he started thrashing in the fluid, angry and scared because he was trapped with no way out.
The guy at the computer punched a few keys and he could tell without knowing for sure that they were drugging him again.
He fought it, he was Superman’s clone.
He was Conner Kent and Clark had taken him in and given him a family even though he was in no way responsible for him.
He was Kon-El and Kal-El had all but declared him his heir by giving him a family name.
He would not allow himself to be used against those he cared about again.
But he was still trapped, still defenseless and they’d obviously learned from their mistakes. His prison was impenetrable and he would not escape it alone and as his eyes closed Lex Luthor stepped up to the tube and placed one hand against the glass and smiled.
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Date: 2006-07-31 05:10 am (UTC)I swear, everything you write is something that I love. Kon-El is really interesting, and what happened in this chapter really drew me in.
I can't wait to see more. <33
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Date: 2006-09-17 04:44 am (UTC)Just one detail to point out: Kon's "civilian name" is Conner Kent, with an "e"; Connor is the second Green Arrow, Ollie Queen's son.
Very intriguing beginning; I'm off to read the other three parts!