The sky darkened, storm clouds rolling over the small town like an omen. The air grew heavy, thick with humidity, as the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the open fields.
A storm was coming.
And Clark knew what it meant.
He sat in the back of Jonathan's old truck, staring up at the churning clouds. He had seen this moment before.
Today was the day Jonathan Kent would die.
An Unwanted Truth
When Clark had first realized it, he had felt… indifferent.
Back when he was younger, Jonathan was just an obstacle—a man who stood between him and Martha. A barrier that would eventually be removed by fate.
A part of him had once thought, so what?
But time had changed things.
Jonathan had been good to him.
A good man. A good father.
He had taught him discipline, values, and patience. He had given him a home when he was just a helpless infant. He had loved him like a son.
Now, for the first time, Clark wanted to change fate.
He clenched his fists.
He wasn't strong enough to stop this. Not yet.
But Kara was.
Her powers had already awakened. She could move faster than the eye could follow, lift cars like they were toys, withstand bullets and fire.
She could save him.
But…
Clark had also seen the consequences.
If Kara revealed her powers in public, everything would change. SHIELD, the government, and countless enemies would come after them.
But wasn't it worth the risk?
Wouldn't any son risk everything to save his father?
He wouldn't just sit back and watch Jonathan die.
Not without trying.
The Storm Breaks
By the time they reached the highway, the storm had fully set in.
The winds howled, shaking the earth beneath them. Lightning cracked in the distance, illuminating the world in brief flashes of white fire.
Then, it happened.
A tornado ripped through the horizon, twisting like a monstrous serpent, tearing apart everything in its path.
People screamed. Cars swerved. Debris flew through the air, slamming into the road, shattering glass and metal.
Pure chaos.
Jonathan reacted instantly.
"Get everyone to the underpass!" he shouted, waving for people to follow him toward a safer area. "Move! Now!"
Clark turned to follow—
Then—
"Krypto!"
Martha's panicked voice cut through the storm.
Their dog was still trapped in their truck, barking in fear as the tornado roared toward them.
Jonathan turned.
And without hesitation, he ran back toward the truck.
The Moment of Choice
Clark's heart pounded.
This is it.
He grabbed Kara's wrist.
"You need to save him."
Kara turned to him, her blue eyes wide.
"But—"
"No powers in public, I know," Clark cut in. "But this isn't about that. It's about saving Dad."
She hesitated—for only a moment.
Then, she nodded.
Too Late
Jonathan reached the truck, throwing the door open.
Krypto whimpered.
Jonathan grabbed him, pulling him into his arms.
The wind grew violent.
The tornado was almost on him.
"Go!" Clark shouted.
Kara moved.
With inhuman speed, she shot toward Jonathan, her feet barely touching the ground.
She almost made it.
Almost.
But just as she reached him—
Jonathan collapsed.
His body stiffened, his face twisting in pain.
Not from the storm.
Not from the debris.
But from his heart.
Clark's eyes widened in horror.
A heart attack.
Kara caught Jonathan's body before it hit the ground.
But it was too late.
He was already gone.
A Death That Could Not Be Stopped
Clark had seen this coming.
He had tried to change it.
But it hadn't mattered.
This was an absolute point in time.
Jonathan Kent was destined to die.
And nothing—not super speed, not strength, not even foresight—could have saved him.
Not even them.
The Aftermath
That night, the house was silent.
Martha had cried herself to exhaustion, her body curled up against Clark's, her breathing deep and uneven.
He sat still.
Staring at nothing.
His mind replayed the moment again and again.
No matter what he did, Jonathan would have died.
The universe had taken him.
He had tried.
And he had failed.
A Thought That Brought Him Comfort
But as Clark gazed down at Martha's sleeping form, a strange thought eased his frustration.
At least now…
There was no guilt.
Jonathan's absence meant Martha was free.
One day…
She would be his.
And for that, he felt no burden at all.
The Funeral
The next morning, the town gathered.
The priest spoke.
People mourned.
Martha stood with tears in her eyes.
Kara was silent, her grief written across her face.
And Clark?
He simply watched.
His face unreadable.
He had lost a father.
But he had gained something else.
Fate had spoken.
And he had accepted it.
Author's Note
🔥 What's Next?
Clark moves forward with his true ambitions.
Kara's grief pushes her closer to him.
Martha, vulnerable and alone, turns to Clark for comfort.
The path to true power has begun.
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