#aplpplestory

After nice talk and a lot of hugs, Ma finally showed him the thing, that nobody could mention. Pa stayed in the kitchen, eating. Their voices sounded unusally quite and nervous.

The thing hung straight in the air. Clark would accept it, but, of course, without joy. So man was stunned, when his gaze locked on a tiny spaceship right above Kent house. His house. Strange rainbow light came from it, illuminated the house and road. It was like thousands of little stars in one place. And feeling. Uncanny feeling filled Clark's Kryptonian heart, made it beat faster.

Martha sofly touched son's hand. In her tired eyes Clark saw words «Finally you understand clearly».

He left Ma and flew up. In one moment shy journalist Clark Kent disappeared — Superman came. Even casual clothes couldn't make him look casual again.

It wasn't superhard to get into the spaceship. Clark looked around — whole interior reminded him of these stupid Earth movies about Mars. White, shiny and futuristic. But one thing there made him more anxious, that everything else in this situation — complete loneliness.

Not complete. Clark used X-Ray vision and fastly find missing cows. He even found familiar one — cute heifer, named Daisy. When he came closer, it was calmly eating grass. All nine cows were safe there. It was a surprise, unwillingly man expected to see a whole laboratory from his childhood movies about UFOs. However it was a simple white room, which floor was fully coverd with grass, dandelions and wild flowers.

Light. Again this rainbow light.

Suddenly, cows started mooing at the same time. They even... nodded to someone, appeared right behind Clark's back. Familiar feeling filled his heart again. Euphoria. He named it.

— Kryptonian

Voice made his heart slow. It sneaked into his mind like summer wind. Fresh. Sweet. And so unearthy. Like a myth, like a fantasy from deep, deep space. Like home he had never seen.

The second he turned — great light of colours, that he has never seen, stroke him. Like a wave of sounds, of smells, of something he could never understand.

Kal-El closed his eyes.

Clark opened his eyes again. The feeling's gone. Mooing's also gone. He closed and opened again. Instead of euphoria he felt emptiness. Greasy and starving, it wanted to eat his heart all over.

Something sharply ended his fever minds. He knew exactly what.

— John, I know, you can be more polite. — Clark said tiredly, trying to make Martian Manhunter leave his head.

— We found you flying at a speed approximately equal to the speed of light on the boundary of galaxy, Clark. It was, like humans say, miracle, that John was there, — deeply in Clark's mind he said, and after short pause continued — it much more dangerous, that we thought. Batman and Hal are already there, for some reason it didn't change its position.

Men looked at eachother. Clark's eyes with some childish interest met with John's. Like a message — Watchrower. But poor Martian Manhunter, he didn't notice a strange rainbow light in Superman's eyes.

— How long have I been passed out?

— Twelve hours, fifty five minutes. — J'onn's voice finally sounded not from his head.

He looked at John. Green skin always got his gaze locked on, but not now. After explosion it seemed as a gray, as a worst colour ever. Clark remembered that colour. The colour of home he had never seen. The white around him suddenly became gray. Gray as a sculpture on a grave, as a sky in England.

Superman tired to throw this annoying thoughts away. Didn't help. His strong will had begun weaker for these twelve hours.

Clark finally felt, how J'onn left his head. At the same moment voice, not, The Voice appeared, echoing in his mind. It screamed on all languages, with so much pain in it...

— Control yourself, Clark. — And John disappeared without saying goodbay. Yesterday Clark would stop him. Today Clark had already forgot about it.

Space. A comet was falling in front of him, maybe in thousands of light miles? Clark wished and, like a electric shock, he heard it again. Instead of Martian Manhunter rough hands, breaking his brain, soft hands started hugging his heart. It whispered his name again and again, faster with every second.

After long seconds, that seemed like hours, he finally understood — voice was begging him to return.

I am actually shoked, that Batfam didn't win, but honestly glad. During writing I understood, that it won't be short😷, so it s part 1. Of you have any questions about this story, u can freely ask or even request headcanons idk.

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