Summary: What if Jonathan and Martha Kent were not the ones to find the infant Kal-El? Just how much of life is chance? And how much is fate?
Oooooh!
"Positive. You know, Cameron, I wouldn't have come to you if I'd known how galactically stupid you are. Now, shut up would you?"
So, Tempus, and…?
He'd dedicated his life to proving the existence of alien life-forms.
Hmm…either a random nutjob or Trask Sr. Or Trask’s superior?
Nestled within the ship would be an infant boy, a child sent to Earth to escape the explosion that had torn his home world of Krypton apart. Kal-El, Tempus had called the child. The boy would possess all the parts of a human male, would appear no different from Cameron's own son had, when he had been an infant.
That’s all quite convenient. Cameron really is a tad unhinged. Also, ‘infant son’ aka Jason?
The ex-Sergeant-Major allowed himself a tight smile as he thought of having such a powerful being under his control, and his control only.
Oh boy. He *is* certifiable.
And then, he'd take his revenge on the bitch who'd caused all the trouble to begin with.
What the…
Then, out of the blue, he'd been accused by his ex-girlfriend of rape. Though he hadn't actually committed the heinous act, the court-martial had believed the woman.
Huh. Did she wait years to come forward? And what prove did she have that the boy’s club actually took her seriously? Or did she claim it was a recent event? Was she actually raped by Tempus disguised as Cameron? Or did Tempus simply implant a false memory?
Only his wife had stuck by him;
So, she came forth after he got married? Or was she an extra-marital activity and his wife simply decided that a man needs what a man’s needs are?
A moment later, a flash of fire appeared in the endless, dark abyss of the sky, blotting out the expanse of stars in its brilliance.
So, is this an alternate universe, one where Tempus did not show up during Tempus Anyone?
He looked exactly the same as Cameron's own son had, when he'd been about two months old.
I just had a thought. Will Clark one day take a discarded toy from his older brother who will then push Clark’s head into the open fireplace of their living room until the younger boy’s face is slightly charred on one side?
"Are you sure he's...safe?" Cameron asked. He was a tad fearful of handling the child after Tempus had told him of the strength the baby would possess.
"Absolutely. For God's sake, Cameron, he's just a baby.
At least, until he delivers an alien charge into his underwear.
"Radioactive pieces of the baby's home world," the man from the future explained. "Temporary exposure will cause that thing pain.
Why is tempus calling him a ‘thing’? Is that just for show, to set Cameron’s mind into the correct state?
Tempus hadn't shown any emotion, positive or negative, toward the impending arrival of the baby until now. But now, it seemed that he loathed the boy.
Kryptonite side-effects?
"Sergeant-Major Cameron Trask of the United States Armed Forces," he said. "And this area is off limits to civilians."
That’s leaving quite a paper trail.
"Bureau Thirty-Nine," Cameron answered at once, wondering where that idea had come from.
Oooooh!
Cameron could see now, thanks to the moonlight, the man's features. He was no more than a simple farmer, judging from the clothes he wore.
They’re educated. And they’ve marched in the civil liberties’ movement.
"Took you long enough," Tempus said, pushing the child into Cameron's arms again with disgust. "I am not a baby-sitter."
So, Unca Tempo isn’t going to come babysit when the parents want to go out on a date?
Tempus' smile went from ear to ear. "No one important," he chuckled. "You don't need to worry about them at all."
Oh boy.
He could hardly wait to start the process of making the child into his own, personal super soldier.
To Be Continued...
Oh boy.
Expect updates once a week, as this one is still being beta'd.
Great start, Vicki!
Michael
