Looots of fun!
I loved the MIB back when they first came out, and seeing them crossed over with LnC is just superb.
He pulled out his mobile phone - a gift from some very out of town friends - and pushed the first number on the speed dial. One day, he knew, this technology would leak and everyone on the planet would have one. In the meantime, it was kind of fun, knowing he held a piece of the future in his hand.
Now that I know what kind of cross-over this is, I can imagine how *very* out of town those friends are.
"He's an alien. No alien lands on this planet without coming through us."
"Yes, that's true. But what are we going to do with an infant?" X asked evenly. "We can't question him. An infant isn't going to smuggle in illegal weapons or intergalactic drugs with him."
So very true. But this boy might "smuggle" some "illegal" germs with him... It's a good thing he didn't, though.
"What are we going to do with an infant? We can't raise it here. And we aren't an intergalactic adoption agency. We don't have the resources to find a suitable family. And not knowing where the child is from...how can we be assured we wouldn't wind up placing him with someone from a planet who'd like to see him dead?"
"That's not our problem," Zed firmly said.
"It is our problem. We are the gatekeepers for alien life on this planet," X argued, poking his index finger down on his desk, hard. "Especially when missteps like that could lead to war."
"You're putting a lot of weigh on one child," Zed observed.
X shook his head. "I can't afford not to. You'll learn to do the same, in time. For all I know, this child could be a king, or prince, or other dignitary. No," he said, shaking his head again. "I won't risk not treating this child as though he were truly important."
Very good of X. And he has no idea how very right he is.
"No. No Earthling outside of those who wear the black can ever know about us. You know that, Zed."
"Yes, but they already know they have an alien on their hands. No normal kid just drops out of the sky like that," Zed said, scratching an itch on his chin.
"Maybe so, but that doesn't mean they need to know that their new child isn't all that unique."
Another good point.
"And what about if the Bureau finds out?" Zed asked. "You know their mission."
"R knows how to cover his tracks. He's out there with K now. Bureau Thirty-Nine will never know about this."
Yeah, right! /irony
Hell, if Edison hadn't landed on Earth when he did, the planet might never have figured out how to harness the power of electricity. They'd still be living in the dark, literally.
Loved that tidbit about technology. Let me guess, Newton and Galilei and da Vinci and Einstein were aliens, too...
"I told X, back when that kid first crashed onto this planet that it wasn't a good idea to watch from a distance. I told him we should warn the parents about the MIB's existence. Now look at this mess. Everyone on the planet knows that an alien walks amongst us now."
Nah, he doesn't walk amongst us, he flies.
"We can't neuralize the entire planet. This Clark Kent guy was your responsibility, K. What do you suggest?"
K shrugged. "Leave him be."
"Have you gotten into the Solarian beer and lost your mind?" Zed barked gruffly.
Very funny, too.
"Of course not. You know I hate that stuff. Listen, I know it sounds strange but, leave Kent be. The population will be so focused on the one alien they know about, they'll be even blinder to the ones that surround them every day. They won't stop to question the quirks of their waiter or cab driver. They aren't flying around in a flashy suit, so of course they aren't an alien."
"You really think that's going to be the case?" Zed asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
Another bit of great psychology. Of course, this is going to work. Until some other super-powered aliens show up. Hawkgirl (and maybe Hawkman), Barda, Scott Free, Orion, Martian Manhunter, Starfire, Raven, Powergirl - to name but a few. Not to mention the alien organisation deal with them, one crisis at a time.
Though the MIB were fully aware of the powers Kent possessed, and though they knew him to be a well-mannered, even-tempered, morally-upstanding citizen, there was no telling what he might do if he felt his identity and life were in danger. With such incredible powers at his beck and call, it wouldn't take much to completely destroy the MIB, if he wanted to. He wouldn't even need to wreck the building, Zed mused to himself. His words as a reporter could and would cause far more damage.
Never underestimate one of the best reporters of the best newspaper in the world!
"We'll leave him be...for now," he said with finality. "But keep an eye on him, K. If he makes one false move...shows himself to be anything but a force for good...or makes anyone suspect that Earth harbors more than one alien..."
We really need this sequel now! Pretty please?
And, if Kent makes a habit out of flying around in what I can only assume is Spandex
Totally right on that one!
"How long do you think it'll take Lois Lane to realize that she's working next to this new alien hero?" he asked, watching as Kent flew off with the Daily Planet's top reporter in his arms.
K smiled in return. "You know, I think we could have fun with this."
"Yeah? How so?"
"An office pool," K said, his grin widening. "Five bucks a guess, winner takes all the cash."
K nodded once. "I know. And that's precisely why it'll be awhile before she figures it out. She'll be so wrapped up in learning about the alien that was just revealed to the world, that she'll never look twice at the man standing next to her."
Looks like K really knows Lois Lane.
To be honest, I laughed out loud when reading this, it's so spot on and, well, just perfect.
Can we please have a couple of sequels about some other DC alien superheroes (or villains, for that matter)?
