Description: Clark must be losing his mind. He just fought his way through a Kryptonite force field, Lois is telling him that “Sarah” and “David Miller” FLEW away, and to top it off, he’s hearing voices in his head? Don’t even get him started on the things those voices are telling him. . . . The fourth in a collection of vignettes based on the same premise as the author's "Unexpected Visitor."
-----
VOICES IN MY HEAD
by DSDragon <DASWillow783@gmail.com>
Rated G
Submitted: July 2006
Author's Notes: This is the fourth in a collection of vignettes based on the same theme--a theme that I have never seen in any of the Lois & Clark fic I've read—well, at least not very often, and definitely not the first time through the fanfic archive.
It’s a good thing I got my third season DVD set last Wednesday, or I would’ve probably had to set this vignette somewhere else in continuity. Ironically enough, the DVD set (which I’d pre-ordered from Amazon 3 months before it was released) arrived at my door on the exact same day as SUPERMAN RETURNS came out in theaters. How’s that for great karma?
*This fourth vignette is set in third season, and just to be evil, I’m setting it between “Through a Glass Darkly” and “Big Girls Don’t Fly,” with a twist.*
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the settings in this fanfic. I only own the idea. The rest belongs to Warner Brothers.
-----
Lois was calling him.
This was not an abnormal occurrence, but as her voice registered to his senses, so did the just-ebbing tide of excruciating pain. He thought to himself as his muddled brain climbed toward consciousness that the sensation was rather odd—out of place.
That is, until he remembered the Kryptonite.
His eyes snapped open, and the dim glow of the street lights just outside of the alley next to his apartment dancing around Lois’s dark head blinded him until he blinked a couple of times.
“Clark!” he heard again, clearly this time. He moaned in response. The pain ebbed further, and he felt her delicate hands on his chest, reassuring her that he was going to be all right after this latest ordeal.
“I’m okay, Lois,” he said, his voice only slightly slurred. He took a deep breath, and suddenly felt much better. Surprising his fiancée, he stood, his powers returning rapidly after his—thankfully—short exposure to the deadly substance.
Lois, her relief embodied in near-hysteria, flung her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Thank God! I thought I’d lost you when you wouldn’t wake up from the Kryptonite force field, and then Sarah and that Miller guy—Clark, they FLEW away, just FLEW up into . . .”
She didn’t stop there, but he missed the rest because he heard a different voice—a voice he could not put a face to anywhere within his telescopic x-ray vision, which was improving by the second.
Lois must have noticed he wasn’t listening, because she shook him gently, asking, “Clark, what is it? Is someone in trouble?”
Focusing on her face, he shook his head, confused. “I . . . I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone’s in trouble.”
“Then what is it?”
“Maybe it’s just the last effects of the Kryptonite.” He dismissed his confusion.
Lois wasn’t so sure, and even if she was, that wouldn’t have stopped her from asking, “What did you hear?”
Clark opened his mouth to answer—he was planning to start with, “It sounds crazy,” but didn’t get past “it” before he heard it again . . . a soft, somewhat feminine voice coming from somewhere . . . in his head?
His eyes grew wide and Lois looked at him in concern as he listened again. And the voice had a searching, questing quality to it as it said, *Kal-El, my son?*
-----
“Wh-who’s there?” Clark asked the air, momentarily forgetting that Lois was beside him.
“Clark?” Lois said. “There’s no one here but you and me. Unless I can’t see them, which is entirely possible, but--”
He re-focused on Lois, and said, “I think I’m just hearing things.”
Getting a bit irritated at his cryptic responses, Lois snapped quietly, “WHAT things?”
Clark looked down, and mumbled in a voice he knew Lois could barely hear, “Voices . . . in my head. It must be leftover effects from the Kryptonite.”
Lois was doubtful. “But you’ve never just ‘heard things’ before after Kryptonite—have you?”
He shook his head. “No—wait, it’s happening again . . .”
*Kal-El, my son? If you can hear me, say ‘Yes’ in your mind.*
Clark’s eyes got even wider, and he did as bid while providing commentary for Lois. “Now, the voices are giving me directions. It was confusing enough when they were calling me ‘son.’”
At that moment, he had an idea.
*Who are you?* he thought into the “direction” from which the mental voice seemed to be coming. *WHERE are you?*
“Clark?” Lois asked. “This is getting kind of weird.”
When he heard the answers to his questions, Clark couldn’t disagree with his fiancée.
“I know,” he told her. “And you’re not going to believe this—I’m not even sure I believe it . . .”
The possibility was mind-boggling, but despite the part of him that hounded him with impossibility warnings, deep down, he couldn’t help but believe the voice when it said:
*Look into the Earth’s orbit, where the transport which has carried us to you these three decades has finally arrived. I am Lara.*
-----
Author's Notes: In case you haven't figured it out yet, this collection of vignettes is based on the theme, "What if Jor-El (or even Jor-El and Lara) HAD survived the explosion of Krypton, but had to use a slower ship than Clark's?"
In this particular story (as, I think will be the case for the other stories), I have left room for continuation, or a sequel. I may or may not do this myself, although I do have a few different branch-off ideas with which I can continue--I just have trouble deciding which ones I want to go with.
Anyone who wishes is welcome to write their own stories based on any of the beginnings I have or will have written for this vignette collection.
Feedback is greatly appreciated. Please e-mail me at DASWillow783@gmail.com , or go to the
feedback thread on the message board for this story.
