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Two of Four

Breach is a modern AU, mostly off the string. Signet here DOES have a can, but isn't there often, and Pebbles straight up does not have a can. These refs sheets are also minimal for a reason, because the height chart I'm gonna have with all four is gonna have so. So very much info.

For a little short bit, Sig is a technician and his can functions as a massive factory, while Pebbles is a faulty combat puppet who works as a lab assistant for Suns, who in turn is a medical facility.

This can only end well. :3

Alright, here you go. ---------------------------------------- Martha never had any siblings. Being an only child of two only children. She never really cared about not having siblings or even cousins, and her parents made sure she never felt lonely. Though, when her friends would talk about something their own siblings did, a small part of Martha couldn't help but wonder.

What would that be like? As she grew up, and her life became filled with chaos and responsibilities, it was put at the back of her mind. And then she met Jonathan Kent. After seven wonderful years they got married (Both of them said they were the one to propose) and they moved to a town called Smallville. That's where they met Dan. At first, they had a hard time, some of the cattle didn't last the year while some got stolen and the fields got overrun by mice. But Dan, bless him, took one look at them and decided to help, and back then they didn't have much to repay him with (Not that he would have accepted it anyway) so they decided to help him too.

Fixing fences, rounding up cattle, harvesting the crops, checking in after a big storm. It just became something they did. If they were on the others farm and saw something that needed doing, they did it. Martha and Dan traded recipes and gossip like it were gold, he would often have dinner at their house and stay the night on the couch, Jonathan did the same if he was at dan's place and it got too late. Then that spaceship crashed into their fields. She and Jonathan adopted the tiny child that came out of it and they asked Dan to be the godfather. Dan looked into Clarks eyes then turned to them looking more serious than she had ever seen him. "If anyone from the government asks about him, send them to me, I'll deal with them." He said and that was that. Time moved on. Clark grew up with loving parents and a gaggle of Aunts and Uncles courtesy of Dan, the closet thing she had ever had to siblings.

He got into a good school, became a brilliant journalist and, eventually, he became Superman. Martha was terrified for her boy, but she also couldn't be prouder. When Clark brought his friends Lois and Jimmy home to met them, Martha immediately knew that her boy was in love. Bets were placed among the family on how long it would take for Clark to actually ask Lois out (Martha and Jazz were the winners of that bet.) The whole family erupted in cheers when they finally got encaged.

But then Lois died.

Martha saw the news, she knew what her son was doing, she saw Danny and Ellie fighting alongside Clark's friends. Upon seeing this, Martha stood up from her seat and calmly walked to her neighbor's house.

A part of her didn't believe it, didn't believe that the boy she raised was capable of such a thing. But her wanting it not to be true wouldn't change the fact it was.

"Please, bring him home." She asked the second Dan opened the door. He looked at her a moment before sighing. "Alright."

And that was how the present came to be. Clark sat at the kitchen table, a black eye that started at his temple and ended at his chin, his shoulders up around his ears like she had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. Dan next to him, smoke trailed from his clothes which she knew got burnt from Clarks heat vision, nursing a cup of his favorite green glowing coffee. Danny and Ellie sat there too. Danny had his arm in a sling while half of Ellie's hair was missing both covered in burns, all four of them were in better shape than the other heroes. Because some of them were dead.

She and Jonathan hung back, trying to keep busy with making drinks as they waited for the last member of the family. Martha didn't know what to say to her son, she knew that if she spoke, she'd say something that would probably make matters worse, so she didn't say anything. Jazz finally walked into the room, eyes trailing over all of them, over the burns, the dried blood, the ripped clothing, and then finally landing on Clark. "I think we need to talk, Clark." The red head said grimly. Clark bowed his head and murmured so softly that Martha barely heard it. "Yeah, Auntie, I guess we do."

I want Dan to be a farmer.

Like redeemed Dan goes through therapy, takes one look at the world filled with spandex wearing heroes and monologuing villains and just goes "Nope, I'm gonna go be a farmer."

He didn't really have a chance at living a peaceful life in the last timeline since he had Danny's job of keeping the peace (and then turned evil) but now that Danny's doing Danny's job, he's got a chance to go off and do his own thing.

So, he moves out to a nice little town called Smallville, right next to a lovely couple named the Kent's.

And he enjoys it.

It's pretty peaceful, nobody bothers him (bar from a few visits from Danny and Dani, and also the weekly phonecall from Jazz)

It's just nice.

....

Now if only the heroes could stop crash landing on his property, that'd be great.

Like seriously, Superman! He just planted that corn!

Listen. Writing is just finding the most tasteful way to do murder sometimes

That feeling when your entire party fails their perception roll

drink water please..come on , just get a little sip of water . youre so thorsty.... pplease