Ok, so I had this idea, what if someone in Smallville had accidentally seen Clark use his powers when he thought no one was looking? This is going to start in Smallville, and move up through everything up to and possibly after Superman Returns. It will NOT be a Clark/OC, but the OC, Kiley, will have a major part in this story. Hope you all like!


As the sun's first beams of light filtered through the window, Kiley sat up and stretched. Twisting her back from side to side, she grinned as her back popped. After that ritual was done, she reached over and turned off her alarm. In 16 years of life, she had only slept until the actual alarm a handful of times. No matter the day, she would always end up waking a few minutes before it was set to go off. Now she swung her legs out of bed and crossed over to her window, opening it to the cool spring breeze. Taking a deep breath she raised her hands high over her head and just reached. Kiley always loved a good stretch, and it felt particularly good this morning. Especially since it kept her mind off of the three tests she had to take in class today. With a sigh, she came away from the window and started getting ready for school.


BBBRRRRRIIIINGG! Kiley winced as the school bell rang overhead. Why did the thing always have to ring as she was walking right underneath it? And why did it always have to be so loud? After a moment, she groaned. The second bell. She was late. Again. The sound of the doors opening had her turning around to watch as someone else who was late entered the school building. She smiled as she saw her neighbor, Clark Kent hurry through the double doors.

"Hey Clark!" she called out, grinning as she made him jump in surprise. He looked up at her and grinned in return.

"Late again Kiley?" he asked, coming up the stairs to join her. Kiley just rolled her eyes.

"Yes, so what, you are too."

"Yeah, but I don't do it on a regular basis." He countered, falling into rhythm next to her as they walked together to their fist class. Kiley stuck her tongue out at him, opting to be immature rather than to admit that he was right. He just grinned at her, knowing that he was right.

"So, why are you late? Seeing as you aren't late on a regular basis" Kiley asked. Clark just raised his eye brows at her.

"I had to help my mom with something on the farm. My dad's out of town, so I was drafted. It took a little longer than she thought it would, so I'm late." He explained, turning the corner in the hallway. "You?"

"Uhh,.." Kiley stalled, not wanting him to know the real reason. "I, uh."

Now it was Clark's turn to roll his eyes.

"Not taking pictures again, are you?" Immediately she started to make up an excuse, but Clark just held up his hand. Kiley sighed.

"Yeah, but, I couldn't help it! There were some new calves in the field, and the lighting was perfect! I had to take the shot! Come on Clark, you know I can't resist a good picture." She was going to continue but Clark stopped her.

"Never mind." With that, he reached in front of her and pulled open the classroom door. "Ladies first." He said with a wicked smile. Kiley sighed dejectedly and walked into the classroom, knowing the lecture that was to come was going to be a doozy. Last time she had been late, Mr. Daniels had implied a humiliating lecture was imminent, and her gut told her that today was her day.

All motion in the class room stopped as she stepped in, Clark following behind her. Mr. Daniels ignored her for the moment, turning to look at Clark.

"Kent, why are you late?" he asked, his voice deceptively gentle. Clark turned his honest blue eyes on him, and told the same story that he had told Kiley. Kiley had to keep her jaw from dropping as Mr. Daniels accepted Clark's excuse and told him to sit, only telling him not to be late again. That almost never happened, Daniels always had something demoralizing to say if you did anything wrong in his class. Her surprise was cut short and turned to dread, as he turned his eyes on her. Unconsciously, she took a step backwards, as if trying to put as much distance as possible between her and the teacher.

"And how about you, miss Morgan? Why do you grace my classroom0," he checked his watch, "7 min after the bell has rung?" His voice was still gentle, as though it were just a casual conversation about the weather.

Kiley gulped, her eyes immediately darting to where Clark was sitting, his face screwed up in something that looked like he was fighting between pity and hilarity. "I, uh, was running late and missed the bus." Mentally she crossed her fingers. It was true that she missed the bus, but that had been on purpose.

Mr. Daniels' stare hardened, but his voice was just as gentle. "I see. And because your farm is such a long way from the school, you must have run to get here by now." He nodded to himself, turning away and strolling to his desk. "I must say miss Morgan, that you must be remarkably fit to run here in such a short time, and not even be out of breath. Maybe you should try out for the cross country team." He paused and turned around. "Oh, wait, I forgot, you recently injured your knee, and were excused from all running in Physical Education." A few snickers echoed in the silent classroom, only to be cut off as Mr. Daniels raked his gaze across his students. It took another 5 minutes before Mr. Daniels was sufficiently satisfied in her humiliation before letting her take her seat. Right before she sat however, his voice cut across the room to her.

"I'm going to have to take your camera Morgan." She froze, her eyes meeting Clark's for a second. His eyes seemed to say, I'll help, tell him you don't have it with you. She held his gaze for a moment longer; trying to be sure that was what he was trying to tell her. With a slight nod, she turned back to her teacher.

"I don't have it with me Mr. Daniels." Her heart about stopped when he only raised a single eyebrow at her.

"Really?" he walked behind his desk and steepled his fingers. "Would you care if I looked?" Kiley's mind was racing. If she didn't let him, he would know that she was lying, and would probably get into much more trouble. But then, her camera was well hidden. Unless he emptied her entire backpack. With a little prayer, she hoped Clark had found it, though it was probably extremely unlikely that he had. Resigning herself to her fate, she nodded, picked up her bag from in front of Clark's desk and walked to the front. She set down loudly on Mr. Daniel's desk, then stepped back. Shooting a nervous glance back at Clark, she turned to watch in horror as Mr. Daniels turned her bag upside down and dumped all of it's contents on his desk. She winced, praying fiercely now that her camera hadn't been broken in the fall.

Her heart beating wildly in her chest, she watched as Mr. Daniels went through everything, even unwrapping her phys ed uniform. When it was clear that the camera wasn't on the table, she allowed herself to breath. She kept her face carefully blank as Mr. Daniels motioned for her to put everything back and then take her seat. She knew that she had just gotten away with her life, and now was deeply in debt to Clark.

When she reached her chair, it took everything she had not to just collapse into it in relief. That would be too obvious. She waited for 10 long minutes to go by before she even pulled out the paper that she intended to write her thank you note on. When Mr. Daniels turned to write the instructions for the first test on the board, she snaked her hand back, and waited for Clark to grab the note. When he didn't take it, she waved it wildly, knowing that Daniels could turn around at any second. Finally she felt the note being taken from her hand, and immediately started to write what Mr. Daniels was writing on the board.


Clark almost missed the note being waved in front of him. As soon as the flashing paper caught his attention, he grabbed the paper out of her hand. He grinned as he unfolded it.

Clark,

You. Are. A . Lifesaver. End of story. I owe youbig time. Though how the heck did you find my camera so fast? I can barely find it sometimes. But never mind, I still owe you. I know, I'll take you out to dinner or something. Or I'll find a really good picture and have it framed for you, then you can sell it for a lot of money when I become rich and famous for my photography. Just kidding. Thanks again!

Kiley

Clark smiled as he refolded the note and put it into his bag. He knew how he could find her camera so quickly. But not that he was going to tell her how…