The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh grass. The sky, moments ago painted with streaks of fire from the falling spacecraft, had settled into a quiet dusk. The crater still smoldered, a shallow fog of heat and dust rising into the air. Birds, once startled by the explosion, cautiously returned, their distant chirps piercing the silence.
At the edge of the crater, a man and a woman stood side by side, staring at the strange metallic object that had crash-landed onto their farmland.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, his rugged face lined with the wear of years spent working the land. His weathered hands, rough from labor, clenched into cautious fists. His gray-streaked brown hair and the dirt-stained plaid shirt and jeans gave him an air of a man who belonged to the earth itself.
His name was Jonathan Kent.
Beside him, Martha Kent stood with a hand pressed to her chest, her eyes wide with concern.
She was… stunning—in a way that defied her years. Her golden-brown hair cascaded in soft waves past her shoulders, framing a face that had aged like fine wine. Her piercing green eyes held both warmth and wisdom, her full lips slightly parted in astonishment. Clad in a fitted blouse and jeans that hugged her in all the right places, she was the kind of woman who could turn heads even in her forties.
Jonathan exhaled. "Martha… what the hell is that?"
Martha shook her head. "I… I don't know." Her voice was breathless, filled with both curiosity and concern.
Jonathan took a cautious step forward, eyeing the sleek metallic surface of the vessel. "Whatever it is, it hit the ground hard and didn't break. That's not normal."
Then—
A hiss.
The ship's hatch began to open.
A Stranger in a Strange Land
A blonde-haired girl stirred inside, her form clad in a torn Kryptonian suit, the insignia of the House of El etched into her chest.
Kara groaned softly, the ache of the crash weighing down on her body. Her blue eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. Then she saw them.
Two humans.
A man and a woman. Not Kryptonians. Not the people she had been expecting.
She sat up sharply, her body tense.
Jonathan instinctively stepped in front of Martha, shielding her. His farmhand instincts screamed at him—protect your own.
Kara swallowed, her throat dry. "Who are you?" Her voice came out hoarse.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "I think we should be asking you that, miss."
Martha, however, touched his arm gently. "Jonathan… she's just a child." Her voice was soft, soothing, as if speaking to a scared animal. She crouched slightly, offering Kara a small, reassuring smile. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Do you need water?"
Kara hesitated.
There was something about this woman's warmth—it reminded her of Alura, her mother.
She nodded slowly. "Water… would be nice."
Martha immediately turned toward their old pickup truck, rummaging for a flask, while Jonathan remained standing firm, his sharp eyes still scanning the scene. "You're not from around here, are you?"
Kara let out a dry chuckle. "You could say that."
Her gaze flickered back to the capsule behind her—where Kal-El still lay, wrapped in his blanket. She had to protect him. No matter where they had ended up.
Awakened Instincts
Kal-El was awake.
His infant body was weak, but his mind—Shiv's mind—was fully alert.
Through hazy vision, he studied the Kents. Their features, mannerisms, warmth—everything was eerily familiar. Even in another universe, some things remained the same.
His gaze lingered on Martha.
She wasn't just motherly. She was… something else.
Even through the fog of infancy, his mature mind processed an undeniable truth:
Martha Kent was a certified MILF.
"…Well, this is going to be interesting."
A Choice to Trust
Martha returned with the flask, offering it to Kara. The young Kryptonian took a few careful sips, the cool water soothing her parched throat.
Martha's gaze softened as she crouched next to Kara. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
Kara hesitated, then spoke. "Kara. Kara Zor-El."
Jonathan exchanged a glance with Martha. That name… it was strange. Foreign.
"Where are you from, Kara?" Jonathan asked, his tone measured.
Kara clenched the flask, her fingers tightening. How much could she reveal? These people were kind, but they were also humans.
She turned toward the tiny form wrapped in the blanket.
"My cousin and I… we were sent away from our home. We crashed here by accident."
Jonathan's gaze flickered toward the baby in the pod. His dark hair, soft skin, peaceful expression—he barely looked disturbed by the chaos of the crash.
"Your cousin?"
Kara's posture tensed slightly. "Yes. His name is Kal."
Martha's heart ached at the sight of the infant. A deep, maternal instinct stirred within her. She had always wanted children… and here, in this crater, was a child with no home, no family.
She knelt beside the baby, gently brushing a hand over his soft cheek.
"He's beautiful," she murmured.
Jonathan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. This was insane. A ship falling from the sky? Two kids with strange names and even stranger circumstances? This wasn't normal.
Martha turned to Kara, her kind eyes shining with sincerity. "You must be exhausted. Why don't you both come with us? We'll get you some food, a warm place to rest."
Kara hesitated. Could she trust them? These people were offering kindness without question. But more importantly—
Kal-El needed safety.
She glanced down at her baby cousin.
"…Alright," Kara said finally. "Thank you."
Martha smiled, gently lifting the infant into her arms. Kal's tiny body pressed against her chest, and he nestled into the warmth.
He was far too young to understand what was happening.
Or so they thought.
Kal-El suppressed a smirk.
He wasn't just safe. He was comfortable. And he was definitely enjoying the view.
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