kryptomight: (sleep all i want when i'm dead.)
ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴋᴇɴᴛ﹣﹣ sᴜᴘᴇʀʙᴏʏ ([personal profile] kryptomight) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2017-10-27 05:09 am (UTC)

( floor 4, room 54 )

( jon doesn't lock his room. it's less him not having the forethought to guard his things, and more--the only people who really ever try to get into his room could easily get in regardless of the status of the door's lock, and jon doesn't keep anything he needs to hide in plain view. the door is still shut, however.

unless he's inside of it. usually, there are numerous dogs hanging out inside of the room, running around, barking and yapping playfully but with the room's. . transformation, there are none. he leaves the door open when he walks inside, because there's nothing to keep in it. and he's not particularly thinking about needing to keep things out of it.

a memory plays on loop once inside of it.
jon, just a little younger than he is currently, tied to a chair next to his mother in a small shed that's burning. it's hot, but the heat doesn't bother him. instead, he's more angry than anything else. not angry at the gang for tying them up (there is that, too), but more angry at his parents. he yells at his mother, yells at her because he's angry she lied to him. that she hasn't told him everything. that she and his father are keeping secrets from him. angry enough to break through the ropes binding him.

angry or not, they're still going to burn in a matter of minutes. he uses his newfound freedom to quickly untie lois, his mother, as well. they run towards the door, and lois moves to try and open it--but the fire's too much for her, and the door handle's red-hot. lois burns her hand, so jon reaches into the flames, tells her that it's really not that hot at all and grips onto the door handle, pulling it open and running out with her just moments before the fire starts to spread even more. she asks him if he's really okay, and he tells her yes, he's fine. his hands aren't burned in the least. she tells him that he must have questions, but they'll have to wait for his father--and the gang comes back.

they're more than surprised they escaped, but since lois and jon didn't burn. they pull out their guns. lois tells them to please not hurt jon, he hasn't done anything, but they open fire on both of them regardless.

there's a gust of wind and arms wrapping around both lois and jon, picking the both of them up at inhumanly fast speeds and running them out of the area. clark tells them to close their eyes, he's sorry, he knows it's hard to breathe at those speeds, but it's necessary. he sets them back down at the house, tells them they're safe and jon--starts crying and yelling about how he's upset, of course he is upset! because they've been lying to him his whole life. clark starts to explain, but lois interrupts, telling him jon is upset not because he figured it out because what clark had done, but because of what he just did: put his hand in the middle of the fire for quite some time, grabbed onto a red-hot latch, and pulled open the door. all without any pain.

jon asks clark if he is some kind of superman, and clark tells him it's complicated--which really only makes him even more angry. clark then explains that they're from another universe, that the universe they're from is gone, and that they ended up in this one--that this universe is their home now, even if it also belongs to another lois lane and superman. jon asks why they didn't just tell him the truth, and clark explains that their priority had always been keeping him safe. still, jon's upset that no one told him what he could do--but clark and lois had no idea either.

inside his room, sitting just a bit inside the doorway, jon watches the memory play out. he doesn't try to take part, because there's no point. instead, he just curls his knees up to his chest, rests his chin on top of them, and cries a little. )

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