TITLE: Kindred
AUTHOR: Lenzy
PAIRING(s): Clark/Becca Clark/Lex
RATING: PG so far
SUMMARY: Lenzy Becca comes first for a few years and makes friends with Clark and eventually Lex. She goes back to her planet. She comes back a few years later, she lands in Clark's barn while Lionel and his men are there snooping. She sees them and is captured and tortured for months (she's pregnant by the way) Finally Lex frees her (initially to spite Lionel). Lex and Clark find out who she is and that she is pregnant. She gives birth after a long, hard labor.
Clark/Becca Clark/Lex EMAIL: puma725@m...
DISCLAIMER: This will eventually, hopefully be an mpreg fic and oh yeah I don't own Clark Kent and all that other stuff...

As the beam of light drifted of into the night sky, Becca shivered. The loose garment that covered her began to ripple as the wind blew the slats in the barn. As she took a step forward, hay crunched beneath her bare feet and she brought her arms up to her chest, unsure. Becca walked around lightly until she found the stairs to a loft. With her hand on the pine railing she stepped forward, in a decisive gesture she tightened her grip on the railing and began to climb. In mid stride, Becca's breath hitched in her throat as footsteps behind her came closer. The air in her lungs burned then gushed out through gritted teeth. When the footsteps faded, she began to climb again, the air around her holding a chill. She stopped at the top of the stairs before stepping into the dimly lit, stale smelling loft. There were old crates scattered on one side and a couch, lamp, clock, and various magazines and papers on the other. She stepped into the loft, her arms falling to her sides, and sat on the couch. She blinked as a shiver ran up her spine, making her tremble. Footsteps started below her once more, coming closer, the steady thud-slink-thud advanced up the stairs; her heart pounded as she sat there not knowing of anything else to do. Just as she was going to dash behind the sofa, her eyes met the feet that had thudded up the stairs; scanning his body, first boots, then jeans, a plaid shirt and brown jacket and finally, the face of green eyed,

Scanning the loft and seeing Becca seated unceremoniously in the middle of his fortress of solitude, Clark opened his mouth to speak. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"It's nice to finally here your voice Kal-El, I have traveled a long way."
"K…Kal…El, you…you can't know that, how do you know that? Who are you?" Clark said, stumbling back against the staircase "Be calm Kal-El, I am Bek-Ari of the doomed planet Krypton, just like you."
Clark moved closer with a look of suspicion and air of caution to his features. "You were sent here too?"
"Yes but not at such a tender age as you, I was sent to another planet as a baby where I grew up with what you would call… relatives. I come here only to learn the ways of this planet and to teach you of Krypton."
"What am I going to do with you in the meantime? What am I supposed to tell my parents?"
" I do not expect you to tell the truth but other than that, I do not know."
Clark paced the room raking his hands through his hair and letting them rest on the back of his neck before dropping them back down to his sides again. " I know…I'll tell them that you're new in town…you have…your name is…Becca…Becca Young…you have nowhere to go… I know they'll let you stay, come with me and try not to say anything." Clark said, taking her hand and heading to the house at a fast walk, causing Becca's arm to stiffen behind him.
The screen door clanged shut behind them as Clark hurries into the house, eager to secure this precious link to his past. "Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you; my friend needs our help."
Martha came from the kitchen with a look of concern on her face while Jonathon thundered down the stairs. "Is everything alright, do we need the first aid kit or anything son?"
"No, no, my friend Becca needs a place to stay. Before you say anything, she's new in town and she has nowhere else to go. She's all alone in this world and in a strange town we have to help her. I+ know she would be willing to help us while she stayed here and we could sure use the help in the fields dad, you can't deny that. Please can she stay?"
"Clark, we should really discuss this as a family first don't you think?" Martha said
"Yes but can she at least freshen up while we talk?"
Martha turned her eyes on Jonathon and under her pleading gaze he relented. "Alright Clark, take her upstairs and show her the bathroom. It looks like she needs something to wear too." Jonathon said.
"Why don't you loan her some of your old clothes?" Martha asked
"Sure Mom." Clark said, running to up the stairs, leaving Becca to follow behind him. Clark took her hand once they reached the top of the stairs and led her to the bathroom. Becca stood there while Clark left and came back with a pair of shorts and a shirt in hand; he then went into the cabinets and handed her two towels, a washcloth and a bar of soap. "Anything else you need is going to be in the medicine cabinet, once you've showered and dressed, come downstairs. "As Clark closed the door, Becca was silently thankful done all that research before coming to earth.
While she showered, the Kent family actively conversed around the kitchen table. "Who is this girl, what do you know about her son?" Jonathon asked
"Like I said before she's new to Smallville, she has no family and nowhere else to go. Her name is Becca Young and she seems really nice."
"How did you meet her?" Martha asked
" She came in to the Talon while I was working the counter for Lana, that big interview was today, remember. She told me her story and I brought her home, I really want to help her."
The discussion continued on for almost an hour and when Becca came downstairs Clark was smiling at her over a piece of half eaten apple pie. "Thank you Mr. And Mrs. Kent I feel so much better. It's been weeks since I had a hot shower. I've traveled so long with no one and nothing to call my own, it feels good to be in a place like this."
" Call us Martha and Jonathon, we like our guests to feel like part of the family. You may stay here as long as you need to Becca."
Martha said Clark looked to Becca and then to his parents, beaming. " Thanks you guys, I know you won't regret this. Becca come on, I'll show you your bedroom. It has a door to the bathroom and everything."
"Clark, I think she might like something to eat first, from what you've said, she's had a long day."
"Oh, right well I'll go get everything for your room and get myself ready for bed."
" Ok Clark come get me after I eat. I want to talk to you a bit more before we go to sleep." Becca ate three bowls of stew and washed them down with a large piece of apple pie and a glass if milk. Clark pulled her up the stairs before she had put her dishes in the sink; he led her to the spare bedroom and gave her an extra pillow. As Becca climbed into bed Clark gave into the urge and blurted out what he was thinking. "How did you know what I said about you before?"
Becca didn't even bat an eye " I heard what you said to them, I just corroborated it." She climbed under the covers, feeling their softness and gentle weight against her bare legs and exposed arms." These sheets feel so nice, I never want to get out of bed, and I don't know how you do it every morning."
Clark gave her a strange look and then started laughing loudly, "I guess after you've felt it so long, you take it for granted most of the time. I guess there's a lot you've never done, I can see that I have a lot to help you learn."
" I have a lot to teach you as well Kal-El, I look forward to us learning together. To put your mind at ease, I have done extensive research before I arrived; I know your social customs and languages. I have many memories of our home world to share with you, I only wish you could have seen them for yourself." As she wiped away a tear from her eye, Clark put his arm around her.
Clark said goodnight and hugged her tight against him. Becca rolled over as Clark turned off the light and closed the door.
Clark let his pajama bottoms fall to the floor and he felt the thin cotton of his boxers move against his mid-thigh. As he climbed into bed and let the warmth envelope him, he let out a breath; the weight of uncertainty lifting from his chest.