Hi Sara!
Thank you to SuperBek for the kick in the pants to write *something*. And thanks for Bring too!
The usual pattern emerges: poke the author and work bubbles out.
Huh, early March? I always thought Foundling was later in the year, somewhere in April? Is that just head canon or do we have an actual timeline reference?
It really shouldn’t be so hard to believe, given that her son flew and could fry bacon with his eyes,
He also held out against Lois’s wiles for an entire night.
This mysterious globe that had apparently been some navigation system for the spaceship that had brought him to Earth.
A gyroscope!
But he was a grown man, entitled to his own private life just like any other man on Earth.
LOIS:
Their legacy—that they’d never know how perfect and wonderful and amazing their son was, how selfless and altruistic he was. How smart and kind and loving and curious and compassionate—how super he was in every way that had nothing to do with his physiology.
Evil bunny: Clark’s truly the spearhead of an invasion. The projection was just a fake. The Kryptonians will arrive when he’s all grown up and if he fared well, debrief him and launch a tailor-made invasion.
And not a day went by that she didn’t send thanks into the great unknown for her gift from the stars.
Only now, she knew their names.
Awwww
Also, awwwwww
Michael
