Revelations and Restraint
I have changed the Sacred Dragon to purely positive(restorative, among other things) rather than positive and 'negative' (restorative and interrogative).
Powers
(Location change/Time skip)
"Talking"
'Thinking/Internal Talking'
(Name): Text Message
(The following morning)
Jonah is the first one up, meaning he is eating breakfast in the kitchen when Clark and Lois enter.
"Jonah, your father and I took what you said last night into consideration and have decided to come clean to the twins later today after we get home from talking with Mrs. Cushing at the bank." Lois explained
"Does that mean I have to play babysitter while you are gone until you return, or can I do my own thing?" Jonah asked, "I kinda wanted to spend some time with Izzy since we aren't really here that often."
"It shouldn't take too long for us to go into town, talk to Lana, and get back. Once we tell the twins, you will be free to do your own thing until then; just stick around, please." Clark answered
"I'll stay here for around the next hour or so before heading to the Cushing's household." Jonah said, only getting a nod from Clark before he and Lois left.
Jonah felt his phone buzz.
(Izzy): So you stuck on babysitting duty?
(Jonah): Only for about an hour while my parents go into town to talk to your Mom at the Bank and get back. After that, I'm yours for the rest of the day. I remember your sister mentioning something about a bonfire later today. You going?
(Izzy): Only if you are. I wasn’t sure if you’d be stuck playing chaperone.
(Jonah): Given that Sarah said she can't guarantee she won't get Jordan into trouble, I think I might go purely for damage control purposes.
Just then, Jonah heard movement upstairs, and seconds later, Jordan and Jonathan came stumbling down the stairs half asleep. When they entered the kitchen, they noticed Jonah.
"Morning." Jonah said still eating his breakfast
Jonathan grunted groggily as he stumbled toward the coffee machine. Jordan just muttered something unintelligible before collapsing into a chair at the table, rubbing his eyes.
Jonah smirked as he took another bite of his breakfast. “Rough night?”
Jonathan yawned as he poured himself some coffee, still blinking blearily at the kitchen counter. “Forgot that country air knocks me out like a brick. Woke up feeling like I got hit by one.”
Jordan simply groaned, resting his forehead on the table.
Jonah chuckled. “That bad, huh?”
Jonathan finally turned to him, blinking awake. “Wait… aren’t Mom and Dad still here?”
Jonah shook his head. “Nah, they already left for town. Should be back in an hour or so.”
Jordan finally lifted his head, squinting at Jonah suspiciously. “And you’re not stuck babysitting us?”
Jonah rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you two need a babysitter. And besides, I already told Mom and Dad I’d be out for a bit later.”
Jonathan, now slightly more awake after his first sip of coffee, smirked. “Ohhh, let me guess—you and Izzy got plans?”
Jonah gave him a deadpan look. “Maybe.”
Jonathan grinned. “Dude, you’re so whipped.”
Jonah arched an eyebrow. “Says the guy who spent half the car ride here texting his girlfriend.”
Jonathan opened his mouth to retort but then shut it, deciding it wasn’t worth arguing. Jordan, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, finally seemed to process what was happening.
"What are you and Izzy doing later?" Jordan asked
"She's going to give me a tour of Smallville." Jonah answered, opting to leave the fact that he and Izzy might be going to the bonfire later today for damage control purposes, "Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad are going to come clean when they get back from the Bank about stuff concerning what happened yesterday. So for my sanity's sake, people don't go getting yourselves into trouble until after they get back."
Jonathan smirked over his coffee cup. "So, you're getting the grand tour, huh? Sounds like a date."
Jonah gave him a flat look. "It's literally just a tour."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, a tour where you'll coincidentally end up somewhere cozy, probably with a milkshake, maybe even under a tree, talking about life."
Jordan, still waking up, mumbled, "He’s not wrong."
Jonah shook his head, turning his attention back to his food. "You guys are insufferable."
Jonathan grinned. "You love us."
"Jury’s still out." Jonah replied, taking a sip of juice.
Jordan, now more alert, furrowed his brow. "Wait, back up. Mom and Dad are telling us something important later? About what happened yesterday?"
Jonah paused for half a second before answering. "Yeah. They figured it’s time."
Jordan studied him. "You know what it is."
Jonah didn’t answer right away, opting instead to take another bite of his breakfast.
"Come on, dude." Jonathan said, leaning forward. "You've been acting weird about this whole thing. You and Dad both."
Jonah sighed. "Look, all I can say is… just be ready. This isn’t something small."
Jordan's frown deepened. "That’s not ominous at all."
Before Jonah could respond, his phone buzzed again.
(Izzy): I'm heading out soon to run some errands for Mom. You wanna meet up earlier, or should I grab you later?
(Jonah): Might have to wait until after my parents talk to the twins. But after that, I’m free.
(Izzy): Got it. Let me know. And if you need an excuse to escape, I can conveniently "need help" with something.
(Jonah): Appreciate the backup plan.
(Izzy): What are fake girlfriends for? Oh, wait. I’m real. Your fault. 😘
Jonah smirked slightly at his phone before locking it and slipping it into his pocket. When he looked up, Jonathan and Jordan were both staring.
Jonathan’s grin was almost smug. "Dude, you’re smiling at your phone. That’s a dead giveaway."
Jonah rolled his eyes. "So what? I have a girlfriend. You’re both just jealous."
Jordan scoffed. "Please. I barely know Sarah."
Jonathan shot him a knowing look. "But you want to."
Jordan immediately looked away, mumbling, "Shut up."
Jonah smirked. "Wow, and you guys call me whipped."
Jonathan pointed at him. "You are."
"Yeah, well, at least mine is mutual." Jonah countered.
Jordan groaned, standing up and grabbing a piece of toast. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but can we talk about literally anything else?"
Jonathan chuckled. "Fine, fine. But only because I don’t have enough caffeine to keep bullying you yet."
As the three of them settled into a slightly more relaxed silence, Jonah could still feel Jordan’s gaze flicking toward him, suspicion lingering. The twins were going to have questions—lots of them. And after today, their world would never be the same.
(About 45 minutes later)
Jonah heard gravel crunching underneath the farm truck's tires from the living room. He straightened up, getting Jordan and Jonathan's attention.
"They're back." Jonah stated.
A few moments later, the front door opened, and Clark and Lois entered. They immediately noticed that Jonah and the twins were looking at them.
"Let's go into the kitchen before we start." Clark said as he and Lois entered the kitchen, followed by the boys
Jonah opted to stand nearby while Jordan and Jonathan took seats at the kitchen table. Clark bent over and placed his hand on the table with Lois by his side.
"Your brother and I, and potentially either one of or both of you, aren't exactly normal. I'm not even human, and your brother is more like me, possibly even more so than either of you." Clark started
"What, so you're some kind of alien?" Jordan scoffed, his expression shifting from disbelief to irritation. “You’re joking, right?” His fingers gripped the edge of the table. “That’s… that’s insane.”
Jonathan, who had been quiet up until now, let out a short laugh, but it lacked humor. “Wait—hold on. This has to be some kind of elaborate prank. Like, cameras hidden somewhere? Mom?” He glanced at Lois, but her face was serious.
“No prank." Lois confirmed, crossing her arms.
Clark inhaled, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the moment. “I know this is a lot to take in, but it’s the truth.”
Jordan’s hands balled into fists. “So what, you’re Superman?” His voice was sharp, accusatory. His whole body seemed tense, like he was holding something back—anger, confusion, fear. “The guy who flies around saving people, breaking the sound barrier, punching through buildings—that’s you?”
Clark nodded slowly. “Yes.”
Silence.
Jonathan exhaled through his nose, his brain working overtime to process. “And Jonah?” He turned his head toward their older brother, eyes narrowing slightly. “What does that mean for him?”
Jonah, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter, finally spoke, his voice steady but subdued. “It means I take after Dad more than you two.” He hesitated, glancing at Clark. “And maybe even more than him.”
Clark shot Jonah a look—not of anger, but caution. This wasn’t the time to get into the full scope of Jonah’s powers.
Jordan let out a dry, almost bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “This is unreal. So you guys knew? Mom, you knew? Jonah—you knew?” His voice cracked slightly on the last part, the betrayal setting in.
Lois stepped forward. “Jordan—”
“Since I was little." Jonah admitted, cutting Lois off. His tone was calm, but there was a trace of guilt. “I didn’t have a choice. Things happened, and Mom and Dad had to tell me. They didn’t tell you and Jonathan because they wanted you to have a normal life.”
Jordan stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor. “Yeah, well, normal’s out the window now, isn’t it?” He shook his head, breathing heavily, pacing like a caged animal. His hands clenched and unclenched as if he was trying to physically contain everything swirling in his head.
Jonathan, always the more level-headed of the two, exhaled slowly. He was clearly rattled, but his response was more measured. “Okay. So… what happened today in the barn?” He looked between his dad and Jonah, his jaw tight. “The pipes. The fall. Jonah taking the hit like it was nothing. That was—what? A coincidence?”
Clark shook his head. “No.”
Jordan scoffed. “Of course it wasn’t.”
Clark hesitated for a moment, then met Jordan’s gaze. “Son, I think… I think you might have inherited some of my abilities.”
Jordan’s eyes widened. His breath hitched. He took a step back, like he needed physical distance from the words just spoken. “No. No, that—that’s not possible.”
“It is." Jonah said gently.
Jonathan leaned forward. “Wait, so you’re saying Jordan has powers?” His tone was somewhere between curiosity and shock.
“We don't know.” Clark answered
Jordan shook his head again, taking another step back. “No. I—I can’t. I don’t.” His breathing became erratic. “I’m not like Jonah. I don’t have whatever freaky alien gene mix he has. I—I have anxiety. I have meds for it. I—I have—”
His breath was getting faster, shallower.
Jonah, recognizing the signs of a panic attack, was in front of him in seconds. “Jordan.” He spoke softly but firmly. “Breathe.”
Jordan didn’t seem to hear him.
Jonathan looked worried. “Dude—”
“Jordan.” Jonah placed a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, grounding him. “You’re okay. Just breathe with me, alright?” He inhaled deeply, exaggerating it so Jordan could follow.
Jordan tried. His breath hitched, but after a few moments, he managed to slow it down.
Lois exchanged a look with Clark, her eyes filled with both concern and maternal instinct.
“I—I don’t want this." Jordan finally muttered, voice small. “I just wanted to be normal.”
Jonah’s grip on his shoulder tightened slightly. “I know." he said quietly. “I get it.”
Clark’s face was a mix of sadness and understanding. “I felt the same way when I found out.”
Jordan looked up at him, something vulnerable in his gaze. “What if I can’t control it?”
Clark hesitated. “Then I’ll help you.”
Lois stepped forward, her voice steady. “We all will.”
Jonathan finally stood up, exhaling sharply. “Okay. Alright. This is crazy, but—if Jordan has powers, does that mean I do too?”
Clark hesitated. “We don’t know yet.”
Jonathan frowned but nodded. “Okay. So what now?”
Clark exhaled. “Now… we take it one step at a time.”
Jonah crossed his arms, his face unreadable. He had known this moment would come eventually, but seeing Jordan’s reaction—how much it hurt him—made it even heavier than he’d expected.
Jordan shook his head, still processing. “I just…” He ran a hand down his face. “I need some air.”
He turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen, heading straight for the door.
Jonathan shot a look at Jonah, then back at Clark. “Should we—?”
“Let him." Clark said softly. “He needs time.”
Jonathan sighed. “Yeah. No kidding.” He rubbed the back of his neck before looking at Jonah. “And you—you knew all this time?”
Jonah nodded once.
Jonathan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Dude.”
Jonah had nothing to say to that.
Jonathan finally sighed, motioning toward the stairs. “I’m gonna… I don’t know. Try to sleep? Not sure that’s happening, but…” He trailed off, then gave Jonah a final look before heading up.
Jonah remained where he was, staring at the empty space where Jordan had been.
Lois touched his arm gently. “You okay?”
Jonah inhaled slowly. "I'm going to hang out with Izzy now and give the twins the space they deserve right now.”
Jonah then took out his phone and sent Izzy a text message.
(Jonah): wya, I'm free now?
Jonah’s phone buzzed.
(Izzy): Just got back home. Meet me outside?
(Jonah): Be there in about ten minutes, maybe more, and then you can give me that tour you mentioned yesterday. ;)
Jonah slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked out the front door. When he got outside, he saw Jordan. They just looked at one another before Jonah continued on his way down their driveway until he was out of Jordan's line of sight, and then he took to the air.
(Ten minutes later – Cushing Neighborhood)
Izzy was already waiting, leaning against her front porch railing with her arms crossed. Jonah walked up looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Izzy saw this and walked up to him before wrapping her arms around him.
"What's got you looking like you got the world on your shoulders?" Izzy asked, looking up at him
Jonah sighed, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides as Izzy held him. The warmth of her embrace helped, but it didn’t take the weight off his shoulders.
"Just… family stuff." Jonah admitted, his voice quiet.
Izzy pulled back slightly, giving him a look that was both understanding and expectant. “Yeah? Well, that much I figured. But I’m gonna need more than that.”
Jonah hesitated, glancing away before exhaling. “Things are just… complicated with my dad and my brothers. Secrets. Responsibilities. And I feel like I’m the glue holding everything together, but I’m also the thing cracking.”
Izzy studied him for a moment before looping her arm through his and tugging him toward the sidewalk. “Then you need a distraction. C’mon, tour starts now.”
Jonah allowed himself to be pulled along, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk. “Where’s our first stop, oh esteemed tour guide?”
Izzy grinned. “Well, you’re lucky. Smallville is the cultural epicenter of… wheat fields, cow pastures, and one—count it, one—movie theater. But we’re starting at the good stuff.”
(20 minutes later – Smallville Town Square)
Izzy led him down the street, their steps falling into sync. “First up, your one-stop shop for all your caffeine and sugar needs.” She gestured dramatically as they approached a small, old-fashioned diner with a bright red neon sign that read Victoria May's.
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “This is the ‘good stuff’?”
Izzy scoffed, placing a hand over her chest as if offended. “First of all, yes. Second, you haven’t had a Smallville chocolate malt until you’ve had one from here.”
She opened the door, and the scent of fresh coffee and warm pie hit them immediately. Jonah glanced around, taking in the retro interior—red booths, checkered tile floors, and a jukebox in the corner that looked like it had seen better days.
“You’re sure this place won’t give me food poisoning?” Jonah teased as they slid into a booth.
Izzy kicked him lightly under the table. “Not unless you insult their milkshakes again.”
Jonah raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. Let’s see what Smallville’s best has to offer.”
A waitress came over, and Izzy immediately ordered two chocolate malts and a plate of fries to share. As she walked away, Izzy leaned in, propping her chin on her hand. “So, since I’m giving you the grand tour, I get to ask questions.”
Jonah gave her a wary look. “That’s not how tours work.”
She smirked. “It is in this one. What’s the deal with you and your dad? You always seemed close when we were younger, but now it’s like… you’re carrying some huge weight he doesn’t even see.”
Jonah tensed slightly. He wasn’t used to talking about this—especially with someone who wasn’t in the loop. But Izzy wasn’t just someone. She had been in his life for years, and she saw through him in ways most people didn’t.
“It’s… hard to explain." Jonah admitted. “My dad—he’s great. He’s the best, really. But there’s a lot he doesn’t tell my brothers. A lot I’ve had to keep quiet about.”
Izzy frowned. “That sounds… exhausting.”
Jonah let out a dry laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”
Before Izzy could press further, their milkshakes arrived, and she slid one toward Jonah. “Alright, serious talk is postponed for now. You’re about to have your mind blown by dairy and sugar.”
Jonah smirked as he took a sip, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise. “Okay. Not bad.”
Izzy pointed a fry at him. “Not bad? That’s the best milkshake in Kansas, Kent. Show some respect.”
Jonah chuckled, shaking his head. The weight on his shoulders was still there, but with Izzy, it felt a little lighter, just for now.
"So after this, what's next?" Jonah asked, sipping on his milkshake, "Depending on whether or not Jordan goes to the bonfire tonight, it could mean that the tour ends sooner rather than later."
Izzy smirked at Jonah as he took another sip of his milkshake, waiting for his reaction.
Jonah set the cup down, running his tongue over his teeth. "Alright. It’s better than I expected."
Izzy leaned back, arms crossed with a victorious grin. "Told you. The people of Smallville don’t mess around when it comes to dairy-based perfection."
Jonah chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay, so what’s next? You’ve got me at your mercy."
Izzy tapped her chin dramatically. "Well, you still haven’t gotten the full Smallville experience. That means—"
Before she could finish, the diner door swung open, and Sarah Cushing strolled in, followed by a couple of football guys Jonah didn’t recognize.
"Speak of the devil." Izzy muttered under her breath as Sarah caught sight of them and made a beeline for their booth.
"Jonah Kent." Sarah greeted with a smirk, arms crossed. "Didn’t think I’d see you hanging around here."
"Figured I’d let Izzy show me the sights." Jonah replied, glancing between Sarah and the guys behind her. One of them, a broad-shouldered dude with a cocky grin, eyed Jonah like he was sizing him up.
"You coming to the bonfire tonight?" Sarah asked, sliding into the booth next to Izzy without invitation.
Jonah shrugged, sensing there was more to the question than casual curiosity. "Depends. Why, you keeping track of my social calendar?"
Izzy snorted at that, while Sarah rolled her eyes. "Just making sure you’re not too cool for small-town traditions."
"Smallville and ‘too cool’ don’t belong in the same sentence." the guy behind Sarah chimed in. "But hey, fresh blood’s fresh blood."
Jonah met his gaze evenly, his Supernatural Awareness flickering just enough to tell him this guy—whoever he was—had already decided he didn’t like him.
"And you are?" Jonah asked, keeping his tone neutral.
"Sean." the guy introduced himself, looking Jonah up and down like he was sizing up competition. "Quarterback. You play?"
Jonah could already see where this was going. Metropolis kid, athlete’s build—Sean was assuming he was a threat.
"Never had time or an interest in Football. I was always busy with other stuff. " Jonah said, keeping his answer vague.
Jonah kept his expression neutral as Sean studied him, that cocky smirk not fading.
“You don’t play, huh?” Sean said, leaning against the booth. “That’s a shame. A guy your size could probably do some damage on the field.”
Jonah shrugged. “Never really saw the appeal.”
Sean scoffed. “Yeah? Then what do you do?”
Izzy, sensing the undercurrent of tension, rolled her eyes. “Jonah does plenty, Sean. Not everyone dreams about throwing a ball for a living.”
Sean smirked. “Fair enough. Guess I’ll see you around then, Metropolis.”
He gave Jonah a final once-over before heading toward the counter with his friends, clearly deciding he’d made his presence known enough. Sarah, meanwhile, stayed seated across from them, drumming her fingers against the table.
“I don’t know what his deal is." she muttered. “He’s not usually this territorial unless he thinks someone’s stepping on his turf.”
Jonah arched a brow. “Am I?”
Sarah hesitated just long enough to make him wonder, then shook her head. “No. But he probably assumes you are.”
Jonah filed that information away. It wasn’t like he planned on getting involved in Smallville’s social hierarchy, but if people were already sizing him up as a threat, he needed to be careful.
“So, are you going?” Sarah asked, tilting her head.
Jonah took a sip of his milkshake before answering. “To the bonfire?”
Sarah nodded.
“I’ll think about it.”
Izzy smirked. “Translation: he’s going if I make him.”
Jonah chuckled. “Not entirely untrue.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Just don’t let Sean get under your skin. He thinks he owns the place, but he’s not that deep.”
With that, she slid out of the booth, leaving Jonah and Izzy alone.
“She’s not wrong." Izzy said after a beat. “Sean likes being the center of everything. You showing up? He’s already decided you’re a problem.”
Jonah sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Great. That’s exactly what I wanted—small-town drama.”
Izzy grinned. “Welcome to Smallville.”
Jonah smirked, shaking his head. “Fine. If we’re doing this, where’s next on the grand tour?”
Izzy leaned forward; her eyes gleaming mischievously. “I was thinking we take a little detour before the bonfire. Something way more interesting.”
Jonah narrowed his eyes. “Define interesting.”
She grinned. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
(Hours later – Shuster Mine – Later Evening)
After getting a text from Jonathan that he couldn't find Jordan at home, Jonah's assumption was right about Jordan attending the bonfire. Jonah texted Jonathan back, telling him not to worry about it and that he had it covered while attending the bonfire with Izzy. Jonah and Izzy opted to not hover over/be 'Helicopter' siblings with Sarah and Jordan, instead opting to do their own thing while also keeping an ear and eye out/on Sarah and Jordan.
With a solo cup of beer in her hand, Izzy and Jonah hung out off to the side, conversing with other people at the bonfire. Jonah was slightly on edge because his Supernatural Awareness made him feel like something would go down tonight at the bonfire. Still, he couldn't put his finger on it.
Jonah took a slow sip from his solo cup full of soda, his eyes casually scanning the bonfire crowd while maintaining the illusion of relaxed conversation with Izzy and a few other kids. The gnawing sensation from his Supernatural Awareness hadn't eased up. If anything, it was getting stronger.
‘Something’s about to go down.' Jonah thought
Just then, he felt a wave/surge of anger. Jonah quickly began looking around, spotting Sean on the 'War Path' over to Jordan, who he could see had just kissed Sarah. Within moments, Sean was over by Sarah and Jordan, kicking Jordan off the log to the ground.
"That's my girlfriend!" Sean said in anger
"Babe, I need to go play damage control." Jonah said before he quickly started making his way over to Jordan
"What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend?" Sean asked
"Sean, what the hell!?" Sarah asked, not helping the situation any
"The hell are you doing with this guy?" Sean asked
"That doesn't matter." Sarah answered
"Girlfriend?" Jordan asked in confusion
"I would have gotten around to it, but you sorta kissed me first." Sarah answered, trying to hold Sean back
By this time, Jonah had made it over to Jordan's side, putting himself between Sean and Jordan, "What the hell made you think randomly kissing Sarah was a good idea?"
"I didn't know she had a boyfriend." Jordan answered, and by that time, Sean had pushed past Sarah
"Sean, you really don't want to do this. It was a combination of a simple misunderstanding and mixed signals." Jonah said
Jonah stood firm between Sean and Jordan; his posture was relaxed, but his instincts were sharp. The gnawing feeling from his Supernatural Awareness hadn’t eased—it was escalating. Something was going to set this off and fast.
Sean’s nostrils flared as he stepped closer. “You think I’m just gonna let this slide, Kent?”
Jonah let out a slow breath. “Sean, I’m telling you—this isn’t worth it.”
“Not worth it?” Sean scoffed. “This punk kisses my girl, and you think I’m just gonna walk away?”
Jordan, still on the ground, tried to push himself up, looking between Sean and Sarah. “I—”
He didn’t get the chance to finish.
Sean’s fist shot forward, aiming for Jordan’s face—
—but Jonah moved first.
His Supernatural Awareness had already mapped out the motion. Before Sean’s knuckles could reach Jordan, Jonah grabbed Sean’s wrist, stopping it dead. The force behind the punch was solid, but Jonah barely had to exert himself.
“Alright." Jonah said, his voice calm, his grip like steel. “That’s enough.”
Sean yanked his arm back, glaring. “What? You gonna fight me instead?”
Jonah let his hands fall to his sides. “I don’t want to.”
“Good." Sean said—then swung again, this time with his left.
Jonah dipped his head just enough to let the punch sail over his shoulder, stepping into Sean’s guard. He gave Sean’s chest a light shove—enough to send him stumbling back but not enough to hurt him.
Sean’s pride was bruised more than anything, but before Jonah could say another word, he heard movement behind him.
More footsteps.
His gut twisted. More people. What he couldn't see was someone going after Jordan when the fight picked up.
One of Sean’s football buddies—a thick-necked linebacker named Travis—was already stepping in, flanking Jonah. “C’mon, Sean, let’s teach this guy a lesson.”
Jonah sighed. “Figures.”
Another guy—Dez, one of Sean’s closer friends—joined in, standing just behind Jonah’s shoulder. Three against one. Not great odds for most people.
Jonah, however, wasn’t like most people.
Like a switch, something flipped inside Jonah, and he was right back at the DoD with several other members and his grandfather watching from a distance. He had been in situations like this before but more controlled, on top of experience he had but didn't know where he got it.
Combat Mode Engaged.
Jonah’s senses sharpened, his brain mapping out their stances, the tension in their muscles, the way their weight shifted. He could see how this was going to go down before the first punch even flew.
Sean charged again, this time throwing a reckless haymaker. Jonah sidestepped, catching Sean’s wrist and twisting just enough to make him grunt in pain before shoving him off again.
But the real problem was Travis.
The linebacker was already lunging at Jonah from behind, aiming to tackle him to the ground.
Jonah let his body react on instinct. He pivoted, dropped his weight slightly, and used Travis’s momentum against him, flipping him over his shoulder and slamming him onto the dirt. The impact sent dust flying.
Dez took his chance, aiming a wild swing at Jonah’s head.
Jonah leaned back, avoiding the fist by mere inches, then countered with a quick strike to Dez’s gut—not hard enough to do real damage, but enough to make him stumble back, wheezing.
Sean, undeterred, came at him again. “You’re dead, Kent!”
Jonah turned his attention back to Sean just as—
—Jordan felt it.
Heat.
A white-hot pulse of anger. Frustration. Embarrassment.
His chest felt tight, his jaw clenched, and suddenly his eyes burned.
Jonah, mid-motion, sensed the shift before he even saw it.
Jordan's eyes burned red, unnoticed by everyone but Jonah; he was about to erupt.
Thankfully for Jordan, everyone's attention was on Jonah, Sean, and the ongoing fight.
Jonah couldn't do anything except keep the attention off of Jordan and let him release the energy. If he did anything over the top to get himself out of his current predicament to get to Jordan, it would raise too much suspicion and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Just as Sean reached him, dual beams of red-hot energy shot out from Jordan's eyes towards the bonfire, causing an explosion that sent the people closest to it several feet back and to the ground, and chaos erupted shortly after that.
(Sometime later – Kent Farm)
"So what exactly happened again?" Clark asked
"Jordan kissed Sarah, who he thought was single, pissing off her boyfriend, Sean, who got aggressive with Jordan before I put myself between them while Sarah tried to hold Sean back. I tried de-escalating the situation, but he was probably a little drunk, so my words didn't get through, and he tried hitting Jordan again to which I intercepted, redirecting his attention from Jordan to me. I tried de-escalating again, but he seemed to want to fight. Shortly after our fight started, some of what I could only assume were his friends joined in making it a 3v1." Jonah explained before stopping to take a breath
"After that, my training with Grandpa kinda just took over. The situation must have been too much for Jordan cause I sense the energy building up inside him. I didn't want to draw too much attention by doing anything over the top to get them off of me and to Jordan, so I decided the next best thing was to keep the attention focused on me and wait for an opportunity to get to Jordan. That opportunity came when the energy build-up peaked and was released through Jordan's Heat Vision, causing an explosion. After that, chaos erupted, and the rest is history." Jonah finished
Clark’s eyes flickered between Jonah and Jordan, processing everything. Lois crossed her arms, tension clear in the way she held herself.
“So, what you’re telling me." Clark started, voice controlled but firm, “is that you stepped in to protect Jordan, tried to de-escalate, got jumped by two more guys, and then… you just held your own until Jordan’s heat vision exploded?”
Jonah nodded. “That about sums it up.”
Clark exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “Jonah, I get why you did it. I do. But putting yourself in the middle of a fight like that—”
“What was I supposed to do? Let them beat the crap out of Jordan?” Jonah cut in, his tone sharper than he intended.
Lois sighed. “No, but you shouldn’t have had to handle it alone.”
Jordan, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke. “I didn’t ask for any of this." he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “I didn’t ask to have powers, and I didn’t ask for you to always be the one trying to protect me, Jonah.”
Jonah turned toward him. “You think I do this because I want to control you? You don’t get it, Jordan. You don’t know what it feels like when I can sense something’s about to go wrong and I can’t stop it. I knew something was coming, I just didn’t know what.”
Clark and Lois exchanged a glance at that, recognizing the weight behind Jonah’s words. His Supernatural Awareness had been developing for years, but it wasn’t perfect—he couldn’t predict exact outcomes, only feel the danger before it hit.
Clark let out a breath. “Alright. I think it’s time we all took a step back. We need to talk about what this means for all of us.”
Jordan’s eyes snapped to him. “You mean, you’re actually going to explain something?” His tone was bitter. “Because I’m kinda sick of being the last one to know.”
Clark’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Tomorrow. We’ll sit down and talk about everything. No more secrets.”
Jonah arched an eyebrow, skepticism clear on his face. “Really? You’re actually ready for that?”
Lois gave Clark a knowing look. “He doesn’t have a choice.”
Jordan scoffed but didn’t push further. Instead, he muttered, “Fine. Tomorrow.”
Jonah still wasn’t convinced, but he let it drop. “Alright. I’m heading to bed.”
Clark nodded but gave him a warning look. “Jonah—”
“I know, I know. No more fights, no reckless decisions.” Jonah waved him off before heading toward the stairs.
Jonathan, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. “Guess tomorrow’s gonna be fun.”
Clark sighed. “We’ll figure it out.”
Jonah, halfway up the stairs, barely heard his parents’ next words.
Lois, voice low: “You know this is bigger than just Jordan, right?”
Clark’s response was quieter. “Yeah. Jonah’s different. And that scares me more than anything.”
Jonah closed his eyes for a moment before continuing up.
Tomorrow was going to change everything.
A/N:
If it isn't obvious already I do use AI. As you can see, some names not from the show have appeared. I don't want to put the effort into correcting it. I do this as a hobby, not professionally.