[2 years later]
[Kon-El, Conner Kent]
Ko-Conner walked while holding Jonathan's hand, who decided to take a walk with him around the farm. He watched curiously as the cows ate, and blinked in surprise when one turned to look at him. "It seems this one likes you, Conner," Jonathan said, his tone warm and amused.
"Really?" He asked, turning to look at his adoptive father. "It's just a cow, it doesn't think like us," Conner said, turning to look at the cow once more with suspicion. "It's funny. I'll call it Kara." While outwardly he was calm, inside he felt amused. He called her that to make fun of Kara, remembering his bratty cousin. The cow then mooed. "Well, it seems to like it. Kara, huh." Jonathan said.
"How about we check out the chickens? What do you say?" Jonathan knelt down, looking at him with a smile. Conner thought for a moment before nodding. "I suppose we could." He said, and then noticed the mischievous grin Jonathan had on his face. "What?" He then felt himself lifted off the ground, which made him yelp in surprise.
"Hey, put me down!" Conner yelled, his face quickly changing from surprise to a glare. Jonathan placed him on his shoulders, giving him a taller view of the farm. "Nope!" Jonathan said bluntly. Conner knew he wouldn't budge, so all he could do was sit with a glare. They walked towards the chicken coop, and Conner looked at them with mild disinterest. That is, until he saw the baby chick walking towards them and looked up at them in confusion.
He chuckled, despite himself. The way the chick looked at them was kind of funny. "You like it, huh?" Jonathan said. "Yeah, it looks cute," Conner admitted and once again felt himself being lifted, but this time he didn't yell. Jonathan took the chick in his hand. "Here, why don't you go play with it?" Conner looked at the chick and took it in his hand gingerly, and walked away.
[Jonathan Kent]
Jonathan watched as his son walked away with the little chick, his heart warmed at the sight of him. He didn't regret adopting his sons; they lit up his and Martha's life in a way he didn't know he needed. Clark was always the wild one, getting into trouble and being stubborn when he wanted to be. Conner, on the other hand, was the opposite, always calm and didn't cause much trouble at all. But this seemed to make Clark pull him into doing stuff together.
But it was later that they discovered something about the twins, something that defied the impossible. His sons had powers. Real powers. They could lift the couch at just two years old, run faster than what should be humanly possible, and skin that couldn't be broken. After the shock wore off, he talked to his sons about using their powers responsibly and not getting caught using them.
Jonathan wanted to make sure they understood and tried to find ways for them to control their powers, but it seemed as though Conner knew how to control it better and taught Clark, too. His son taught Clark a lesson where Clark had to hold an egg until it wouldn't break. It was unusual, but he was happy that they trained their control so as not to break someone's hand when shaking it.
Unusual. That was a word he often associated with Conner. The boy was different, even compared to Clark. He said his first words just days after they took them in, calling Martha by her name. And in no time was starting to talk in full sentences, talking with them while Clark had only just said his first word. He had tried to make him say Dad or Mom, but it seemed the boy was stubborn and only called them by their first names, unlike Clark.
And that wasn't mentioning the nightmares, the boy would scream in fright in the middle of the night. Martha calmed him down most of the time, and thankfully, it seemed to have lessened over the years, with it happening one or twice every few months. He and Martha couldn't understand where they came from, and with Conner not saying a word about it, they couldn't do anything but comfort the kid.
"Jonathan!" He heard Martha's voice yell out his name and allowed a smile to form on his face. "Coming, honey!" Jonathan yelled out and walked towards the house. On the porch was his wife, a smile on her face. She was carrying a cup of hot coffee in her hand. "Thank you, dear." He said, taking a sip.
"You're welcome. Where's Conner? I thought the two of you were taking a walk?" She asked, looking around. "He's out near the fields, playing with a chick from the coop. Where's Clark?" Jonathan said, sitting on the nearby chair. "He went to look for Conner, said he wanted to play." She leaned against him on the chair, looking at the sunset.
"They're growing up so fast. It seems like it was only yesterday that we brought them home." Martha whispered, hearing the laughter of the boys in the distance. "Yeah, but that's life, I suppose. Before you know it, they'll be leaving to live their own lives."
"Yeah, they're good boys." She whispered. "I only wonder why Conner doesn't call us mom or dad. You think he remembers something from his past?" Martha asked, and it made him think for a while. "Maybe, or maybe not. We can't force him, we just have to wait until he's comfortable. " Jonathan said.