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Post by superman on Jun 23, 2011 16:35:50 GMT -5
To say that Clark Kent was confused was an understatement. Okay, so maybe confused wasn't the right word. "Lost" was more fitting.
As he sat upon a rooftop in New York City, the 23-year-old had far too much on his mind due to far too many problems - and no, his makeshift costume of a bright red trenchcoat and matching insignia on his chest were not the issues. He had just begun his last semester in university, well on his way to receiving a bachelor's degree in journalism. Of course, this had taken him five years as opposed to the standard four due to the fact that he had spent the last four years receiving credits while abroad. And it was those four years that were most critical.
In Smallville, he had bared witness to his share of "meteor freaks," those people who were mutated by Kryptonite and went mad with power. But it was after graduating high school and going out into the world that he truly began to see why he needed to use his powers to aid mankind. Children worked themselves to death while building weapons for gun-runners in Africa; people died of famine under the oppressive regime of North Korea; and even in the United States, young homosexuals were beaten to death for their difference. It couldn't stand, not while he had the power to do something about it.
But what did that mean? Did that mean going out and telling everybody that he, too, was different? That he was an alien from another planet, come to save them from their problems? No, it couldn't just be as easy as just going public. Even now, as he masqueraded as some vigilante, Clark refused to wear a mask. Then again, people rarely got to see his face due to how quickly he moved, zooming faster than the eye could follow. Even if they did, he still wore glasses as Clark, not to mention that the bright red symbol upon the front of his long-sleeve shirt distracted them.
Now, though, the young Kryptonian rose to his feet, his deep red overcoat flapping lightly in the autumn wind of the Big Apple as he did so. If only he had some answers; if only he still had his father to talk to. Hell, if only he had another Kryptonian to talk to, somebody just to tell him what to do, and to let him know it'd be okay.
But he knew that that last one was a long shot. He was the last, as far as he knew, and with his luck, there was no such thing as another alien. Right?
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 23, 2011 17:43:25 GMT -5
"No, no! What are you doing?!" The Doctor screamed at the TARDIS, she hadn't been behaving for a while now and he was sure she was mad at him or something, could she be mad if she couldn't talk? He tilted his head for a moment and then gasped, grabbing onto the console as they bounced through time and space, his head dizzy with both excitement and frustration. He caressed the console and sighed. "Look whatever I did, I'm sorry okay? In the end it's just you and me anyway, ay, old girl," he said affectionately before yelling out as he was thrown around a little before everything came to a still and they were rematerializing and everything was quiet.
"Where have you brought me, old girl?" he mumbled as he pulled down the scanner and he frowned as he only saw sky, tilting it and seeing... roof tiles? The TARDIS had dropped him on top of someones house. "Brilliant, unpredictable Sexy," he said suggestively before he was heading for the door, wondering what she had in store for him this time. You never could tell, but he'd never been bored yet... Well there was that time with Amelia and Rory, how boring had that been-"Oh, no it wasn't. Those old people were horrible though, I don't like old people," he said, speaking to himself as he pushed the doors open, looking out.
He knew that face, who didn't know that face! He practically wibbled in excitement, face lighting up like a kid at christmas. He suddenly straightened his bow tie and grinned. "Hello, I'm the Doctor.... We're on a roof..." He poked his head out and then his body looking around and glancing down onto the city. "We're pretty high up too, blimey. You're probably thinking 'what's a man like me doing afraid of heights.' Well it's not the heights that bother me," he informed the man standing on the roof.
"It's the falling, don't you get worried about falling?" He looked at him and almost hit himself in the head (aka, actually doing it without realizing it). "Stupid. No, of course you wouldn't..."
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Post by superman on Jun 23, 2011 18:06:17 GMT -5
Superhuman hearing had been tuned to the city, scanning for any sign of distress that required his aid. At this point in time, Clark almost wished for something to happen, just so that he could get his mind off of things. No. No, that was wrong. He should never wish for something like that, not even on the worst of his enemies. He wasn't a spiteful person, but most importantly, he wasn't somebody who hoped for violence just for the sake of violence. Once more, he proved to himself that he wasn't ready yet. Or maybe he was ready, and he just didn't know that this was the sort of person that he was to become: hoping for violence.
He had almost been too lost in his own thoughts to hear it. That's what he referred to the sound, for lack of a better word - it. A sort of cosmic groaning, coming from a mere thirty feet behind him, near the other side of the roof. Acting quickly, the costumed vigilante - or, at least, a prototype costumed vigilante - jumped to his feet, quite literally turning his body in mid-air in order to face the disturbing noise. But his vivid blue eyes were instead faced with something even more disturbing. A large blue object was fading into existence, appearing out of thin air. All of the disturbing events came to a stop, though, with the final unveiling of...a phone booth.
A blue phone booth, to be exact.
With solar-powered vision, Clark took in all of the details of the mysterious blue box. There were windows on all sides, but oddly enough, he couldn't see in. The Kryptonian opted for his x-ray vision in an attempt to see through the doors, but in an even odder display, the phone booth appeared bright and opaque in the electromagnetic spectrum, like some sort of radioactive lead. How was that even possible?
Finally, the doors open, activating the on-edge hero's fight-or-flight reflex. Should he run before the visitor on the other side saw his face? Or should he stay and fight, given the odds that it was some bad guy ready to throw down? He chose the latter, causing the former Super-Boy to clench his fists and fall back into a fighting stance. With a face that showed he was ready for battle, Clark waited, only to be confronted with...a man in a bowtie. An English man in a bowtie, if the accent meant anything. Oh, now he just felt silly. Slowly, the red coated Kryptonian opened his hands and stood up straight, hoping not to appear imposing to the smaller fellow, who now confronted him like a child who was meeting his favorite athlete: an endless smile, and a flowing stream of words, as if he couldn't stop talking.
"What do you mean 'of course I wouldn't'? How do you know I've never fallen?" Self-consciously grabbing his coat, Clark glanced from the weird little guy to his apparent mode of transportation. "And what's that? Why does a phone booth sound like a broken tractor? And why can't I see through it?" At the last question, the future Man of Steel closed his eyes tight and mentally kicked himself. Rule #1: don't go implying that you have superpowers, stupid.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 23, 2011 19:35:27 GMT -5
 Ah. It seemed this was a young Superman, if he was going by the outfit, that was, eying him up eagerly, ignoring his questions, just walk up and grin at him.
"Just look at you!" he exclaimed walking around him, eyes wide and surprised. Though it was exciting, he was completely gobsmacked by the man. The man of steal, risking everything for this planet-adoptive planet, of course. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and whizzed it over him and looked impressed. "I'm the first to have Soniced the man of steal!" he said before, reaching out and awkwardly patting the broad chest as if it was going to bite him, chuckling nervously, he stuck it back in his pocket, deciding to answer his questions now.
"And that my good fellow, is the TARDIS, T, A, R, D, I, S, Time And Relative Dimension In Space, that's my space ship that travels in time," he told him, figuring since they were both aliens it wouldn't do him any harm. "A long way from home, aren't you? Clark or should I say KAL-EL." he motioned towards the city but the comment had a double meaning, from his home and from his home planet. A long, long way from home. Slipping his hands into his pockets, the Doctor looked out over the city, wide smile still in his place, he couldn't tell Clark everything, he couldn't give away too much, but then again, it wasn't a fixed point in time, he could feel that and it got him wondering why his TARDIS had brought him here.
"I'm a time-and space- traveler, I go around the universe in my blue box and you can't see in because she won't let you, impenetrable, this... Besides you said she sounded like a tractor, she definitely won't let you now..." and he pat the side of the box affectionately, leaning back against it, trying his best to look and feel cool. Suddenly his bow tie wasn't so cool at all, not when you had the man of steal in front of you... 'though, his get up could be improved' he mused. "I'm what you would called a Timelord, the lord of time," he plucked his bow tie looking impish. "I'm cool. Just like you."
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Post by superman on Jun 23, 2011 20:05:24 GMT -5
As if the skinny little guy in the '50s clothing wasn't weird enough, he began to get even more excited. When he reached into his jacket, Clark immediately took a defensive stance, inadvertently projecting a heroic image as he placed his bulletproof chest forward to block the inevitable firearm's bullet. But rather than pulling out a gun, the strange fellow instead produced what appeared to be an electric toothbrush with a flashlight attachment, which in turn made the sound that one would almost expect from said toothbrush. Then he said something about having "soniced" the "Man of Steel", and then proceeded to violate his personal space by patting him right in the center of the symbol that his mother had so lovingly sewed into his shirt.
"Wait--" Before Clark could even ask yet another question, the bow-tied wonder continued, this time explaining that the phone booth was his space ship. Which also traveled through time. Huh. Clark's own space ship had been far more technological, appearing to be in the shape of a pentagon with a sort of egg-shaped cockpit for his infant self to inhabit, but this? A phone booth? Now somebody was just pulling his leg.
But then the man said his name. No, it was just "Clark." It was the other one. Kal-El. How could anyone on Earth - more specifically, how could somebody from the United Kingdom - know his real, real name? Slowly, his eyes narrowed. While the man had initially been amusing, now he seemed downright threatening.
"Because it did. If there's anything I know, it's tractors, and your phone booth or space ship or what-have-you sounded like one with a broken exhaust." The Kryptonian's look of worry only increased as the "Time Lord" leaned against the phone box.
"I'd never in a million years refer to myself as 'cool.' And I'm sorry, but I find it hard to agree with a mad man in a bow tie who literally appears out of thin air and starts saying things that nobody on this planet knows. So who are you? Checkmate agent? One of Lex's goons?" Despite the reluctance expressed in his words, Clark still couldn't help but step forward and examine the police box. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he brought a hand to the side to feel it, and like he suspected, it was wood. But if it was...why couldn't he see into it?
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 24, 2011 15:07:18 GMT -5
"It does not sound like a tractor and I do not know tractors, in fact I've never even ridden a tractor, or do you drive it? Is it like a spaceship?" he asked rubbing at his chin. "It just so happens that I leave the break on, but I like it like that, I like that sound," he said stubbornly. "It's cool. And you are cool, or at least you will be..." Was that rude? Oh well. It wasn't like he'd meant it in a mean or rude way so he'd like to think that it didn't count anyway, besides, they hardly had time for this, he still had things to do, that was the only reason he'd be here. Maybe he had to help Clark?
"Checkmate agent? Lex? Oh, I vaguely remember Lex... Not at all impressed with that man, get what's coming to him, that one. No I am not, do I look like a goon to you, actually, don't answer that..." He pushed away from the box and allowed the man of steal to feel up his TARDIS, grinning widely, proudly.
"Isn't she beautiful," he cooed coming up beside him.
"Do you want to see the inside?" he asked after a while of watching him, arms crossed over his chest because he wanted to throw his arms around the man of steal and HUG him. He couldn't believe his luck. Well, it seems it wasn't luck because the TARDIS had brought him here. He turned, pulling the TARDIS key from his pocket, the metal glowing in the moonlight before he slid it into the lock, the click echoing a little because of their height and once again he looked over his shoulder, trying not to look down. "You know, it's not really wood, that's just a perception filter, gets in your head. It does that a lot, also translates all languages and the ones it doesn't I already know... But what it does is it makes you think and see and feel wood, but it's not, without the perception filter it looks like any other ship..." He was practically wriggling with excitement as he talked. "Oh, I think you'll love her!" he gushed, pushing his hair from his eyes before pushing the door open, stepping back slightly so he could go in, the grin huge on his face.
"After you KAL-EL,"
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Post by superman on Jun 25, 2011 16:06:26 GMT -5
Didn't know what a tractor was? Okay, now this guy was seriously starting to flip Clark's freak-o-meter. More out of worry than curiosity, the Kryptonian activated his x-ray vision, which allowed him to quite literally see into the Doctor. Imagine Clark's astonishment when he found a physiology that was by no means human, with organs all out of place, and most importantly, two hearts in the center of his chest. So that's what his super-hearing had heard. He had thought that some sort of aircraft was nearby, but no, in reality, it had been the constant lub-dublub-dub of the Time Lord's dueling hearts.
Blinking himself back to standard sight, the Man of Tomorrow was now more open to hearing what The Doctor had to say. He was another alien, one like himself, though as far Clark knew, he only had one heart...
"You keep saying that I'm going to be 'cool.' Why do you keep saying that?" If the man was indeed a time traveler like he claimed, then he probably knew of Clark's own future. Maybe he could help him with the eternal question, the big one that he'd had since he was just a child: what was he here to do?
The question took a back seat, however, as Clark saw the inside of the police box. It was...big. As in, a lot bigger than he expected it to. Taking a tentative step inside, the Kryptonian's lips suddenly sprawled out into a smile. His curious mind, the like of which would make his scientific father proud, was instantly going to work. "It's a tesseract - an infinite space within a finite space. But for that to be possible, this would have be some sort of extra-dimensional space, tied to the physical form of the outer appearance in our own dimension." Now genuinely curious, the Kryptonian turned to face the Time Lord, eyebrow raised. "Right?"
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 25, 2011 17:52:21 GMT -5
"Because, you quite simply are. You're going to do big things, bigger things than Harry Potter ever did. And that's pretty cool." He was wibbling he was sure of it, his knees shook a little because he grew up with stories of Superman and here he was!! His childhood hero. He felt so starry eyed. He watched the man walk inside and followed him in, standing beside him and watching him expectantly. His smile wavered though when the man went on to explain it in scientific bargle-wargle, mumbo-jumbo. Stuff he already knew himself, boring stuff. Timey-wimey Timelord stuff.
"Right, it's better when they say, 'It's bigger on the inside!' " he grumbled and adjusted his tie. "But yes, it's all that Timey-Wimey technical stuff, boring." He gave the man of steel a little shove inside and closed the doors practically skipping up to the console. "Hey old girl, tryin' to get your hands on the 'Man of Steel' are you, you sexy thing," he cooed quietly to her, grinning and then widening his arms as he faced Clark.
"Welcome to the TARDIS, she's sensitives, so no jokes about her petticoats," he grinned and then ducked his head when the TARDIS let out a whining sound, leaving the Doctor looking ashamed of himself, blushing.
"You know, Earth is wonderful, silly place. All those silly humans thinking they're safe when really they're not and they never stop and think about the obvious and its people like me and you, KAL-EL, to look out for them," he said as he went around the console, flipping switches and levers. "Where to, old girl?" he murmured to her, his hand stroking before the lever beside him slide down without him even touching it.
"You planned this all along, didn't you?" he grinned at the console as the whole TARDIS started to shake as they dematerialized and started swirling through the vortex. "Oh yea, it would be safer, to hold on!" he told him and laughed, before the TARDIS came to a stop, the Doctor rushing towards him. "Come on, lets open those doors, see where she took us..." he laughed before running back up and expanding the oxygen barrier a littler further... just in case...
"I think the pleasure should be yours," he offered, motioning towards the doors.
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Post by superman on Jun 26, 2011 17:15:23 GMT -5
Bigger things than Harry Potter ever did? Once again, Clark questioned to himself the mental stability of the twin-hearted Time Lord. Maybe he just had a habit of saying and doing weird things, and making odd comparisons to fictional characters.
"Man of Steel, Man of Steel." Finally broken out of staring at the interior of the TARDIS, Clark's gaze fell on the hyperactive gentlemen, who bounded past him and up to the TARDIS's console. "You keep calling me that. 'Man of Steel.' Am I gonna be known as 'Man of Steel' or something? Or maybe I'll end up turning into metal or something? You do keep saying I'm gonna be cool and all." Hell, with the way his powers developed as a teenager, he wouldn't be surprised if he ended up gaining the ability to turn into living steel. He'd obtained far weirder powers, like super-sneezing.
When the TARDIS started to shake, though, Clark immediately took to the air and headed over to his new acquaintance. Judging from the laughter and the look of excitement on the Doctor's face, though, he was used to this sort of thing, and it was apparently normal behavior for the, er, living time machine. Deciding to trust the bow-tied alien, he returned to the floor, landing back onto the red and white sneakers that helped make up his vigilante attire.
Before he could even get his bearings straight, though, the Kryptonian was once again whisked past by the Time Lord, this time towards the doors. "Me?" He pointed to himself, directly in the center of the stitched logo on his chest, before he hesitantly walked forward. Apparently, the time machine had moved on to a new location. Deciding to embrace the surrealness of the situation, Clark lightly smiled to himself before throwing open the doors, only to find...
A graveyard. Well, a cosmic graveyard, to be exact. The stars stretched for as far as the eye could see, and the chunks of asteroids and debris almost did as well. A hollowed-out portion of what used to be a planet's crust hovered over the debris, giving the appearance that the world that had once existed here was quite literally torn apart from the inside. A faint green glow covered the entire area, thanks to the radiation being emitted by all of the debris. Luckily for Clark, the TARDIS was currently protecting him from said radiation.
"...is this..." The smile had long since faded from his lips while he took a step back from the open doors. "Is this what I think it is?"
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 28, 2011 1:53:13 GMT -5
"End up as metal?" the Doctor looked amused. "Don't be silly," he chuckled and grinned widely as he followed him to the doors, becoming serious at probably the same time Clark did. Pushing his hands into his pockets, the timelord shifted on his feet and ducked his head a little, hair flopping over his eyes as he did so. He felt a little guilty now that that smile had disappeared. But, to gain something, you had to lose and realize something. Clark had lost his home world, his people, and he most likely realized that he was most likely the last of his kind. It was a heartbreaking thing to experience.
"Unfortunately, yes," the Doctor looked out at it and looked grim. "Krypton. Even now it's beautiful, I always thought it had a rather dark beauty to it. I had a feeling that you might be wondering where you came from, proof that it... it was gone..."
Looking over at Clark, the man in tweed looked worried as he pat a friendly hand to his back, giving his shoulder-what he considered to be-a manly squeeze before he was crossing his skinny arms over his chest. "Despite this." He nodded at the scene in front of them. "And the feeling you're probably feeling, just know Earth is your home now and a wonderful place that it is," he looked a little sad, "Most of all, you're not alone just because you're possibly the last of your kind, something someone once told me... There's always hope. Until then you do what any good man would do, what's right," he told him but then felt cheered up because he wasn't the last of his kind either. Maybe one day Clark would find someone, it wasn't such a fixed time or anything so anything was possible.
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Post by superman on Jun 28, 2011 19:54:31 GMT -5
Clark had only just met this supposed Doctor, but he held no ill will towards him. For whatever reason, he could tell that the man had only intended to help, even by bringing him to the worst possibility that he could conceive. Perhaps for some reason, the Doctor had thought that showing him this image could help him grow as a person, into the "Man of Steel" that he thought that he was going to become.
As the Doctor spoke, Clark only stared. Out there was where he was born. Out there was where his parents lived their whole lives, as did their parents, and the parents before them, and so on. Out there, an entire civilization had thrived, becoming a utopia to even the most pessismistic of societies. Now all of it was gone, lost to a combination of violence and an act of God. He was all too aware of the story of Krypton, and how even the mightiest of civilizations could fall under the might of Mother Nature.
But actually seeing it laid out before him, the planet's innards floating like rotted intestines was far too much. The sole survivor of this great civilization fell to his knees, though his tear-filled gaze never left the world that formerly lay outside of the TARDIS.
"It's gone..." Finally, he found the strength to speak, but even then, his words were almost a whisper. "All of it's gone." His head fell in front of him, losing the energy to hold his upper torso up, and he allowed his forehead to rest against the floor of the TARDIS.
Almost as if it knew his emotions, the TARDIS established a mental link with the last Kryptonian the moment his forehead made contact. A combination of its time circuits and Clark's own latent memories allowed the TARDIS to project a scene into his mind.
A young couple. A scientist. An artist. Love. A newborn baby. A space ship. Eternal hope. And from the brief flashes, he obtained a single vocal. Live as one of them, Kal-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... my only son.
Slowly, Clark raised his head up again, blue eyes glimmering through his tears. Even as he looked out over the once intact planet, his superhuman vision could make out the home from which his ship was sent, standing tall on on the largest mass. Despite the cataclysm, it stood, a shining pinnacle of where he had truly come from - and an example that anything could survive such an event.
Blinking away the tears that had obscured his eyes to the Doctor, the Last Son of Krypton stood to his feet, regaining the energy that he had lost. Once more reaffirmed in his belief, Clark rose to his full height, fists clenched at his side while he stood before the remains of his homeworld.
"Thank you, Doctor. I...don't know what else to say." As he turned his head to look over his shoulder at the Gallifreyian, the red sun known as Rao burned behind Clark, obscuring his features to the Doctor due to the intensity of the glare. Backlit by the star, Clark greatly resembled the man that he would become: a silhouette of a strong chin, a billowing cape thanks to his coat, with hands upon his hips, and a bright red "S" upon his chest. Thanks to the Doctor, there would be a Superman.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jun 30, 2011 14:05:55 GMT -5
Watching Clark with a worried expression, the Doctor reached out a couple times, wanting to hug him but really unsure if he'd get broken in the process and he rather liked this regeneration even with it's oddities, just like he'd really enjoyed his last too. That had been a lot of fun, he hadn't wanted to go.-Breaking off from his widely wandering thoughts, the Doctor felt the connection just as much as the other man, but he didn't see or hear what he heard, the TARDIS was always a little coy like that. His sexy. He was so proud of her right now.
When the bigger man stood to his feet again, the Doctor felt a little overwhelmed and excited. Oh wasn't he clever? He'd be the one that helped Superman to be the man he needed to save human kind over and over, and he knew just how frustrating and wonderful that could be. He looked more sure of himself now, those broad shoulders firm and strong and the Doctor felt a little jealous, he'd never been so buff, ever. Always too skinny and always looked weaker than he was. And sure some of his regenerations had been stronger than others but this one... was a bit of a pansy, not that he minded because the chicks seemed to dig that.
Not that he thought about that a lot, lately it was only River that got him all flustered like that, but they both were as bad as each other sometimes.
But, Clark Kent, the Man of Steel, Superman... He was different, but he supposed, they were different kind of heroes, you wouldn't see Superman survive a fleet of Dalak mother ships, maybe one Dalak, but those rays, they killed anything. He was pretty sure he could compress them though with his strength and-He was doing it again.
"Nothing more to say!" the Doctor beamed at his hero and clapped him on the back as they finally moved away from the doors, the Doctor closing them and turning back to Clark and grinning an old but childish smile. "Would you like to see a little of the future on Earth?" he asked after a moment, sounding excited about it. He couldn't help him meet himself or anything but there were papers and everything like that, something would come to him, he was sure. if the man even wanted to go. "It wont be a huge change from what you're used to... I can't show you, yourself, of course. That would cause a big paradox, but I can show you what you're going to be..."
But he was already moving up and around the console, setting time co-ordinates and getting ahead of himself. He did a twirl and hit a level up, only to have his hand land on the stabilizers as he stopped the twirl, sending them through time and space again, laughing joyously as he held on for dear life.
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Post by superman on Jul 2, 2011 2:37:20 GMT -5
While the Doctor felt intimidated and even a bit belittled by his physical presence, Clark saw nothing of the sort. In his eyes, the Doctor stood on the same level as himself. Okay, maybe not literally considering the height difference and all, but Clark didn't see them as being any different from one another, despite their different physiologies and experiences. That was what would make Clark Kent so great. It wasn't his amazing powers, or his handsome appearance. Either of those could be lost in the blink of an eye, and he'd keep going, simply because of his belief in all living things, especially humanity. He believed that every sentient being was equal, that they all strived to do the right thing, and would always try to be their best.
"The future?" The Kryptonian approached the console, where the Doctor had now made himself wildly at home. "Am I supposed to see the future? You say that I can't see, well, me, but won't something change if I see the things that are going to happen? What if I see that Arnold Schwarzenegger becomes President and it ends up not happening?"
Despite his cautious words, Clark would be lying if he said that he wasn't a bit excited. It wasn't for himself, either; he would be able to see what would become of his friends and family. Maybe Chloe had become a big name reporter, and Pete would be a famed football star. And Lex...well, with Lex's determination and lack of remorse, Clark almost shuddered to think what Lex might become. But despite his hopes for his friends, he also thought of his own future, as the Doctor now promised that he'd able to see at least a glimpse of who he'd become.
"Whatever you say th--" Again, he was caught off-guard by the sudden movement of the TARDIS. With a smile on his own lips, the coat-clad crusader took off into the air. He had been inspired by the Doctor's wild persona and carefree attitude, convincing him to now cut loose and joyfully fly around the console room while they sped through all of space and time.
( Crappy and delayed, yes, but it's 2:30 AM and I really wanted to get this out to you since you've been waiting. <3 )
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 5, 2011 5:29:10 GMT -5
"Yes, the future. It wouldn't change it unless you went back and changed it. But, then that would conflict. Because if you stopped the president from being president, it would become a paradox. If you had stopped him in the past from becoming President than you would never have seen that he was, president, and you never would have gone back and stopped it-it's a complicated timey-wimey process... very complicated," the Doctor said in a rush, barely taking a breath as he rushed around to keep the TARDIS stabilized. "But, that won't happen, because I know you-"
He was cut off when he looked up from what he was doing to find the Man of Steel flying around the TARDIS as if it were an everyday thing. And he had to stop and watch, only to almost get thrown off of his feet, grinning even wider now. He did a little spin and a skip ended it as he slammed his hand down on the stabilise materialisation phase function, bringing them to an abrupt stop, the TARDIS rematerializing.
Waiting for Clark to land once again, the Doctor put a hand on his hip, watching him with wide, blue eager eyes; looking very much like a big child meeting his superhero at Disneyland. But, this was the REAL. DEAL. Once he'd landed he checked the scanners and then grinned. Right smack where he wanted to be and he patted the console affectionately. "That'a'girl," he mumbled before heading down the platform, glancing back at the Man of Steel and eying up his clothing a little.
That was going to be a problem.
"You're not really dressed for this are you? Come with me-" he said and promptly headed to the left, heading for the closet, when they got inside it, he held his arms out. "Go find something that'll fit enough to cover up.." He poked the symbol on his chest. "..this."
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Post by superman on Jul 5, 2011 23:39:09 GMT -5
He...knew him? The Doctor knew that Clark wouldn't go back in time and change major events? Really, he considered that something of an honor. But then again, it also made the Kryptonian think once more on his own future. Would everybody know him, and extend this trust to him? It'd be nice to live in a world like that, where everybody believed in everybody else, and where jaded thoughts and feelings were a thing of the past.
It was at that moment that Clark was brought out of his thoughts by the fact that the bow-tied traveler was just...staring at him. Clark realized that he had been hovering in the air, a hand on his chin as he was lost in his own mind, and the Time Lord had just been watching in amazement. From the brief mental connection that he had had with the TARDIS, he knew that the Doctor had seen far more fascinating imagery, so to have him view him like that...well, it made the future Man of Steel blush just a bit.
Still slightly embarrassed, he slowly lowered to the ground, the white soles of his red high-tops touching first. As Clark opened his mouth to address the situation of his flight, he was cut off by his eccentric friend, who brought up the issue of his wardrobe, particularly by poking him directly in the stitched S-Shield on the front of his sweater. "What, do people not like long-sleeve shirts and alarmingly red trench coats in the future?" The former Super-Boy referenced the obvious absurdity of some of the colors of his makeshift uniform with a grin. He understood what the Doctor meant. If Clark was going to be as well-known as he said he was, maybe he shouldn't have been wearing such eye-popping clothing. "But alright. You make a good point."
In a blur of pure speed, Clark ran through the closet, which was as absuredly larger on the inside as the rest of the TARDIS was. He browsed through dozens if not hundreds of racks of clothes, looking for just the right outfit. To the Doctor, the blur of red and blue would zip about the room in but a few seconds, going from rack to rack, but in Clark's point of view, he had actually taken his time.
After those few seconds passed, the blur came to a stop a few feet in front of the smiling Time Lord, revealing the newly garbed Clark Kent. An unzipped brown leather jacket was worn over a buttoned-up white shirt, while a pair of tan khakis gave the ensemble an overall business casual appearance. This extended to the professional brown messenger bag that was worn over one shoulder, no doubt hiding the coat-and-Super-shirt ensemble that he had previously been wearing. Finally, a pair of spare eyeglasses, no doubt left over from the Doctor's tenth incarnation, were slipped on over his inhumanly bright blue eyes, with the lenses dulling them to a much darker gray-blue.
Standing before the Doctor in his new, slightly geeky glory, he adjusted the strap of the messenger bag, a bit frustrated. "I should get a new costume. It's getting to be a pain figuring out how to hide it all the time..." Getting the bag to a comfortable position, he looked up from it to face the Doctor, a smile on his lips. "I'm ready when you are, sir!"
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