Chapter 3 (edited)

Because she needed to care for Clark, Kara had no choice but to accept the kindness of Jonathan and Martha Kent. She carried the still-crying infant and followed them to their home.

The Kent farmhouse was modest, a simple three-story building near the edge of the farm, close to the main road. The yard was dotted with farming equipment and a well-worn pickup truck that Jonathan used for hauling supplies.

When they arrived in the cozy living room on the first floor, Jonathan and Martha invited Kara to sit down. Martha excused herself and disappeared into another room, returning shortly with a small basin in her hands.

Kara sniffed the air and caught the unmistakable scent of milk. Even baby Clark seemed to notice; his cries gradually subsided, replaced by eager wriggling in Kara's arms. Clearly, he was both hungry and impatient.

Amused but cautious, Kara held him tighter to prevent him from slipping out of her grasp. After all, she was only ten years old and still just a child herself.

"Let me help," Martha said gently, extending her hands to take Clark.

Kara instinctively pulled back, her wariness flaring up, but Martha's kind smile didn't waver. "You must be hungry too," Martha said soothingly. "Jonathan, there's some bread in the kitchen. Bring a few slices and some bacon for her—and a bowl of milk as well."

Jonathan nodded and headed to the kitchen. Kara's stomach growled, betraying her hunger. Martha was right—she hadn't eaten in what felt like forever. The hurried escape from Krypton had left no time to pack supplies, and she'd been surviving on sheer willpower.

Soon, Jonathan returned, balancing a plate of bread and bacon in one hand and a bowl of milk in the other. Martha reached for Clark again, this time with Kara's hesitant approval. The lure of food was too strong, and Kara finally handed over her little brother.

Kara eagerly grabbed the plate and quickly assembled a simple sandwich with bread and bacon. She took a big bite, barely chewing before swallowing, and followed it with a gulp of milk. Only then did she realize just how desperately hungry she had been.

Meanwhile, Clark seemed to share her enthusiasm. Despite his small size, he instinctively reached for the bowl of milk and began drinking with surprising determination. Martha held him close, trying to steady the bowl, while Jonathan gently patted the baby's back.

For the first time in days, the siblings' hunger was satisfied. Kara set her empty plate down, feeling a rare moment of peace.

"You can stay here if you'd like," Jonathan said suddenly, his voice warm but serious.

Kara froze, staring at him in surprise. Her gaze flicked to Martha, who was still cradling Clark and clearly reluctant to let him go. It dawned on Kara that this kind couple might truly mean it—they wanted to take them in.

If it were just her, Kara might have hesitated longer. But with Clark depending on her, the offer was hard to refuse. A roof over their heads, food, and safety—it was more than she could provide on her own, especially as a child with no identity papers.

"You don't need to tell us your whole story," Jonathan added, sensing her hesitation. "Even if you're... from somewhere far away, we won't say a word. We'll help you hide. And your... spaceship," he continued, carefully choosing his words, "I'll move it to the attic of the barn. It'll be safe there until you're older and need it."

Martha nodded encouragingly. "And you're still so young," she said. "How can you take care of such a small baby all on your own? If you stay, we'll make sure Clark has everything he needs to grow strong—milk, safety, and love. And for you, we can arrange a proper identity and even send you to school."

Kara's heart ached at the kindness in their voices. It sounded too good to be true, but her options were limited. Could she really trust them?

"Why aren't you afraid we might be bad people?" she asked cautiously.

Jonathan and Martha exchanged a glance, a smile tugging at the corners of their lips. "Are you bad people?" Jonathan asked lightly.

Kara shook her head. She hesitated, but then decided to speak honestly. "Our planet was destroyed," she admitted softly. "Everyone else is gone. Clark and I are some of the only survivors, and we came here because Earth is... livable for us."

Jonathan and Martha listened intently, their expressions full of sympathy. Jonathan reached out and gently patted Kara's shoulder.

"If you're willing to stay," Martha said, her voice trembling slightly, "we'd be grateful. Jonathan and I have always wanted children. If you stay, you'd be family—our family."

Kara hesitated for only a moment longer before nodding. The Kents were offering her and Clark something precious: a chance to start over, to belong.

From that day on, the two siblings became part of the Kent family. Kara kept her first name but adopted their last name, becoming Kara Kent. Her little brother, meanwhile, was given the name that would one day become legendary: Clark Kent.

And so, their new lives began on Earth.