"So the Kawatche are the local Native Americans, and at some point in Earth's history some Kryptonian or other decided to put some kind of computer behind the cave walls that I can sort of access by putting the key to my ship in an indentation in the wall. It also had--hm, I think the speed differentials thing doesn't work, my Jor-El visited Earth in 1961. And then when he left he put a pendant with the memory of his stay into the wall."

"Huh. Yeah, if Jor-El was alive in '61 then that's a divergence, I was already on Earth and watching bad children's television by then. And our native tribe was the Potawatomi, and they weren't even originally from there in the first place so there's no way they'd have ancient ancestral caves anywhere near Smallville."

"Lotsa tribes got moved around, maybe in your timeline the Kawatche ware moved out and the Potowatomi were moved in. I can show you the place if you want, but be careful, I don't think you could break anything Kryptonian by accident but there is, also, a lot of Kawatche art and stuff in there." 

"Sure. Probably after I get some pants, though."

Giggle. "Yeah, I'm allowed in whenever but there are in fact guards at the entrance, that'd be hard to explain." Oh look here's a farm house. Clara bounds up to the door, opens it, and calls, "Mo~om, I met some kind of weird boy alternate version of me from another timeline where it's the past! He needs pants!" 

"He needs pants?" asks a surprisingly pretty red-haired woman, emerging from the kitchen. 

"He fell through some kind of snake-related hole in reality without 'em. Mom, this is Xan-El, Xan, this is my mom, Martha Kent." 

Xan, cupping himself considerately with one hand, waves with the other. "I was sunbathing at the time. Hello, you have a lovely home."

"Thank you. I'll go fetch something of Jonathan's," she says, and goes off to do that. 

Clara goes into the kitchen and comes out holding a toddler. 

"This is my baby brother William, Mom had him after my ship did something to fix whatever kept her from having biological children. My other brother Ryan seems to be out right now. We adopted him coming on three years ago after he ran away from his horrible stepfather." 

He nods seriously to the toddler. "Hi. I'm very glad to meet you while I don't have pants on, this is a positive development and I'm thrilled by it."

"Pfft, he's way too young to have any idea why that would matter. We have to keep him from running off outside after his bath before Mom and Dad have gotten clothes on him again." 

"I don't know much about kids." He lets the cupping hand drop, and offers the waving hand for William to shake. "Do you shake hands with them, or is that some kind of faux pas?"

William solemnly grasps his finger. 

"I don't think it's a faux pas, but the difference in hand size could make it difficult," Clara says. 

Martha returns with a shirt and a pair of pants. 

Xan dons the pants and, somewhat more reluctantly, the shirt. "Thanks, M- Mrs. Kent."

Too soft to be heard with non-super hearing, Clara asks, "Were you about to call her 'Mom' or 'Martha'?"

"The latter," he subvocalizes. "She's not my Martha, but there's... a resemblance."

"You call your parents by their first names a lot and you referred to your Jonathan as your 'adoptive' father even before it was established that we were both from Krypton, are you not close?"

"They weren't my parents. Neither were Jor-El and Lara, before you ask, this isn't some castle-on-a-cloud birth parents thing, just. Not my parents. I lived in their house, and they fed me, and they weren't my parents any more than your parents will be if I end up living here."

"--Okay. Sorry. I didn't know." 

At a more normal volume: "He's from the sixties but he wasn't adopted by Grandfather Hiram, he was taken in by people also named Jonathan and Martha Kent, you look kind of like his timeline's Martha but not entirely, it's a little weird." 

Again, subvocally: "I won't tell her or anyone anything personal that you haven't agreed to, but she's--a safe person to tell things to." 

"Thanks."

Aloud, he says "It's lovely to meet you, ma'am. If you need any help around the farm for putting me up, I can drive a tractor and lift well over a ton."

Martha laughs. "So can Clara. We're fine." 

"But if I ever burn something into the barn by accident again, you're welcome to paint over it while I'm still trying to get my eyes under control." 

Martha rolls her eyes fondly and ruffles her daughter's hair. 

Clara hands William to their mother. "Anyway, now that he's dressed, I told Xan I'd show him the Kawatche caves. His timeline doesn't have 'em, he had some stuff in his ship instead."