Authors Note: Before I get in trouble for posting this twice, I just wanted to say that it's been a while since I was on my last account "KiaraKent" and I totally forgot my password and since I have all my fan fics on THIS account now, I just wanted them all to be together. So, forgive me? :)

Also, this story is about 4 or 5 years old, so if it's not up to par with my writing now, that is exactly the reason. I was 12 when I wrote this so bare with me. :P


"I'm telling you, Clark, one of these days someone's gonna find out who we truly are, and honestly…I can't handle this anymore," I said frustrated.

You see, Clark and I don't really fit in with the rest of the crowd. Everyone is so "normal" these days, and I don't think there's another person with the same abilities that we have. We have what the average person calls "super-powers." Strange as it may seem, it's as true as true can get.

"I know it's hard, but if you keep acting normal like you are now, then no one's going to get on you're case," Clark responded, casually.

"I'm serious! Who else do you know who can shoot laser beams from their eyes, lift a car over their head, see through objects, run at the speed of light, or my favorite, stop bullets dead in their tracks? Who do you know that can do that," I questioned as we stopped by our lockers to pick up some books.

We are in the twelfth grade and attend school at Smallville High. Smallville is also the name of the town that we live in here in Kansas. And let me tell you, it's extremely small. Clark is only one year older than I am and much taller. I am exactly seventeen years, five months, and ninety one days old. I keep track. Unusual, I know.

There are only three of our friends who know about the secret. Yes, the 'real' secret. But those friends are so close to us, and almost like family, that we really think that they're responsible enough to handle something like this and they promise to never ever, under any circumstance, tell anyone else. If you think that they took that secret well when we told them, think again.

The first person we ever told, Chloe Sullivan, ignored Clark for the longest time but had no trouble talking to me. It made me feel normal for a change. It took a while for me to convince Chloe that the secret we rested in her hands was, in fact, true. The reality of the secret finally began to sink into her after two weeks had gone by. After a while, she got used to the fact that we weren't normal. As a matter of fact, she acted like we were.

Pete Ross, well, he's a different story. Of course, after we told him the secret, he insisted that we prove it to him by giving him a little taste of what we had. He wanted us to demonstrate our abilities, which was pretty awkward. But since he was a guy, he thought that we were the coolest people ever to crash-land on earth.

Last, but not least, Lana Lang. I wasn't exactly there when Clark told her. All he said was that it didn't go so well. Eventually, over time, I learned that Lana hadn't spoke to Clark ever since, but I think that she's getting over it.

Lana Lang was Clark's girlfriend and my best friend. She's always so serious, that it's hard to tell her much. Chloe's the one I can always rely on when I have issues or personal problems. She is a reporter for our school's Torch. She does all the research on goings-on and investigates on recent events on people, and she is extremely dedicated to her work. Clark and I are also part of the Torch and so are Lana and Pete but they are always busy and they never have time to come.

Clark knows Pete from the school's football team, and he knows Lana from school and she works at the Talon. The Talon is a coffee café that Lex Luther owns. Lana is just one of his employees.

Lex, well, lets just say that he is the richest man in Smallville, owns a mansion, he's in charge of the Talon, and his father is his enemy. Also, he's one of Clark's good friends. Lionel Luther, Lex's father, in a way, I think, is trying to hurt and maybe even try to kill Lex. At least, that's what everyone thinks. I know he's planning something evil as we speak. Lionel acts so innocent all the time it's hard to believe that there is a dark side to him.

"That must be the new kid," I said as he dashed right passed me.

I guess he was trying out for track team or some kind of team, he sure can run fast! He had an awkward grin on his face like he, too, was keeping a deep dark secret. I asked Clark if he had noticed anything strange about that kid, but he had his eyes fixed on Lana who was in the middle of cheerleading practice.

"Only if she would talk to me again," he said, somberly.

"Don't worry, she will again," I patted him on the back for reassurance, "Oh, which reminds me, I have to do some research back at the Torch. See you when I get home," I kissed Clark on the cheek and went back into the building.

After cheerleading practice was over, I rounded the corner to stop by my locker. I stopped short and noticed that the new kid was hanging around Lana. They seemed to be deep in conversation. I took advantage of this situation and tiptoed around the corner just enough so I could still hear them sweet talking to each other. I used my ability to try and listen to what they were saying. I didn't hear much, but the words that really affected me the most was when he told Lana that she was in danger.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, Lana, listen to me. Something terrible is going to happen to you! I can't explain to you how I know this, but it's true," he pleaded, but Lana just shook her head.

"I don't believe this!"

"Lana, please," he tried to say.

"Leave me alone," she stormed off.

At first, I thought that he was just plain crazy myself, but as I thought about it more, I thought to myself, he might be giving us a clue…maybe he really was one of us! I figured that I'd better talk to Chloe about this. I went there as quickly as possible – which, believe me, is pretty fast – up to the Torch where Chloe usually spends her afternoons doing researches and reports.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," Chloe answered, as I entered, "Oh, hey Kiara, I wasn't expecting you."

"I know but I got to tell you something! Its really important," I took a seat in front of her work study desk.

"Ok, what can I do for ya?"

"All right…listen to this! I overheard Lana and the new kid having a very strange conversation. I didn't mean to listen in on them, it's just a bad habit I guess, but, check this out, the new kid was babbling on to Lana about something terrible happening to her. I mean, I don't know if it's true or not, but, I was hoping that we could do a little research on this 'new' kid."

"I remember someone mentioning his name - Jordan, I think," Chloe trailed off in thought.

"Any idea about what his last name could be," I asked, jotting down some notes.

A reporter asking another reporter questions, how interesting…..

"Yeah, something like Campbell," she replied as I typed the name into the computer and his student file came up.

I skimmed through the document but nothing out of the ordinary stood out.

"Nothing. Says here he's perfectly normal…involved in a lot of athletic activities –" she checked the date of birth and paused, "Oh wait…he was born two days before the meteor shower."

"Meteor freak?"

"To the max. To be honest with you –" she turned around but I was already gone.

I raced home making sure that nobody saw me. I jumped over fences, dog houses, even normal houses! It was a blast! It never gets old on my watch. I flew into the door. Don't worry, I'm all right. It happens often. I fell over and my mom answered the door.

"Kiara, are you ok," she asked showing concern, as she helped me up which I almost pulled her down, as well, too due to my "super-strength."

"Yeah. Hi, mom," I replied, dusting myself off, "Hey, did Clark come home yet?"

"Yes, he's in the barn. Do you want a snack or something," she asked as she placed my backpack on the kitchen chair.

I shook my head, "No thanks," I started to bolt out the door but my mom stopped me short.

"Do you have any homework?"

"Only the history project – that's not due until two weeks from now," I started, but my mom stopped me again.

"Well it's better if you start it now than to put it off for last minute."

"All right, I will," I said and raced off to the barn.

Honestly, I'm not a fan of doing homework – but then again, who is? I'm not as smart as I should be, but sometimes I take my powers for advantage. Like my ability to see through objects. Only once have I ever used this power to get the answers to the test. I couldn't help it! The folder with the answers in it was right there in front of me on the teacher's desk. But, of course, I got busted the next day by my parents for doing that. Now, I swear, I'll never cheat on another test again. I mean, yes I am still learning how to control my abilities, but it's just so tempting! It's like a little kid sitting in front of this enormous chocolate double – fudge brownie cake and not being able to eat it! Same thing with me.

"Clark," I stopped, short, right in front of him, papers flying everywhere due to the extreme inertia.

"Whoa! That still bothers me when you do that," he exclaimed with his hand to his chest.

"Right, sorry," I plopped down on the couch beside him, "Check this out," I said energetically enthusiastic, "Apparently, your friend Jordan, the new kid, has been having some vision problems."

"Oh? Does he need glasses," he joked smiling, vaguely amused.

"Very funny, comic wonder," I giggled.

After I got the whole story out to him, he looked at me like I was from a different planet…. Wait, that's true, I am. He looked at me like I was the one with the vision problems.

Oh, right, rewind for a second….

Clark and I almost have the same powers like super-strength, seeing through objects, catching bullets in mid-air, running faster than the speed of light, etc… the only thing that Clark had that I didn't have was the ability to get the girls. It's pretty creepy how the girls in our school drool over him when we walk through the hallway. Oh, and I have the ability to see into the future, like visions and premonitions. You see, I have the abilities from my mother, Lara's, side. Clark gets his from his father, Jor-el's, side.

The only problem was that I had already looked into Lana's future and it was dark, very dark. That's the reason why I kind of believed Jordan when he said that Lana was in danger. I didn't want to, trust me, I don't want my brother to go through anything that devastating. But I knew that I had to tell him…sooner or later. And I will hate myself when that time comes around.

I had always wanted to tell Clark about what I saw in Lana's future, I just never had the guts. I want to… I just have to wait until the time is right I guess. Wait! I guess now is a good time.

"Umm….Clark," I asked, trying to hide my nervousness, but failed. He could tell something was wrong just by looking at me.

"Hmm? What's up," he looked me straight in the eye.

I hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. Something inside of me told me that now wasn't such a great time after all, but I sighed and told him, "Clark, I looked into Lana's future… and, well, to be honest with you, it didn't look too bright," my heart leaped as his eyes were fixed right on mine.

"What? What did you see," he demanded as I stood up from the couch.

"Umm…. Well, I don't wanna break your heart or nothin' –" I started but he demanded for the answer, "Ok, ok. All I saw was fire in her future, and I think that's what Jordan saw too. I'm not completely sure. But I assume it is," I backed away a few feet, knowing what he'd do to me if I stood there.

"You mean like death," he asked, his eyes were as wide as clocks. I nodded.

He put his hand on his forehead as if he were thinking of ways to save her. I did the same thing for a while. I needed his help on this one. I can't do it alone…even if my life depended on it. But I always try my best and give up anything to save a friend. The thing is: Clark and I can never die. I wouldn't exactly call it 'immortal', but something like that.

"I mean I don't actually know if it was death or like burning her kitchen or house down. I don't even know when this whole thing is going to happen…but I have a feeling that it's soon," I bit my lip, knowing that I was making this whole thing much worse and way too hard for Clark to deal with, so I decided that it was best for me to stop talking.

"Now, are you sure that this is what you saw," he asked, almost sweating to death from thinking so hard. I nodded, not uttering a word.

I never knew what it was like to know that someone so close to you was in danger. I was just about to find out….

All of a sudden, we heard an explosion about a mile away from where we lived. The very sound that Clark was dreading to hear. But, yes, it was true. And we knew that Lana lived not too far from that area. We figured that we must check it out.

Clark and I were at the scene in no less than 15 seconds. Everything was ashes and on fire. We checked in the burning building for any survivors, well, I did. Clark went to go see if Lana was in there. I lifted my hand high above my head and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the fire was all out and it made it easier for us to examine the building. I used my ability to see through the locked doors of the, what used to be a, building and checked to see if there was any movement. As soon as the fire and smoke settled down, I then realized that this was, in fact, Lana's house. I was close to tears when I reached Lana's bedroom, or the remains of the room. I removed one of her pictures from her desk, hoping that she was still alive. Then I remembered my vision and Jordan's vision and it kept belittling my hopes for Lana's aliveness.

For a second, I felt a whiff of air and the picture flew out of my hands and onto the floor. I turned around quick to see what happened. I looked up and surprisingly saw Jordan dragging the lifeless body of Lana out of the bathroom.

"Oh my god, Clark!" I called, and instantly he came bolting in.

"What's the – Oh man!"

Jordan placed her on the remains of her bed and listened for a heart beat and checked for a pulse. Her heart was still beating but there was no trace of a pulse. She was bleeding from head to toe, badly. I told everyone to move out of the way and I placed my hands in an 'X' shaped way and blue light shot out from them. I moved them slowly across and up and down on her body. After like five minutes of procedures, she was as good as new. She was still unconscious though. Clark told me to take her to the hospital ASAP, before she wakes up. I nodded and I lifted her up, threw her over my shoulder and dashed out of there as fast as I could.

"How is she, Doc," I asked my eyes were all watery and I smelled like smoke.

"Well the good news is that she's alive," he said.

Oh man, when there's good news there must be bad news. I prepared myself for the worst of it.

"The bad news is her lifespan has been cut short. She inhaled too much smoke and she became intoxicated," the doctor adjusted his glasses and the clip board that he was holding.

I was speechless. As much as I tried I couldn't get a word out. My heart was in so much pain that I couldn't even keep my feet on the ground, but I managed, somehow.

"I'm very sorry," doctor Tremor said, as he patted me on the back and walked away.

I turned around, lost in my own thoughts, and headed to the room that they kept Lana in. I opened the door slightly, making sure the light didn't show too much on her face. She was still asleep when I slipped through the door. I stood by her bedside for a while. Just staring. I didn't want to make too much noise, or else she might wake up.

"Lana, I don't know if you can hear me or not," I choked back tears and tried not to cry, "I want you to know that no matter what happens I'm not gonna let you die. I would trade my life with you so you can live longer and stronger and get all my powers. I don't care. I just want you to live," I lifted both my hands up and placed them on top of Lana's, "Enjoy the rest of your life, Lana," this time a red light blared and filled up the entire room. Lana was now in my shoes. She still looked like herself and all….it was just the inside that was different.

Now that I was mortal, I didn't have half the strength that I'm used to having. I felt weak and powerless. I pulled up a seat and sat down. My muscles hurt too much for me to move them. Now I know what dying must feel like.

I saw Lana sit up in bed, "Kiara, what happened to me? I feel….different," she responded.

"I know," I said vaguely unstable. I stuttered as I spoke, "I traded my life with yours," I gave a cough, "You were dying, Lana. I couldn't let that happen to you."

"Oh my gosh, Kiara, you didn't have to do that –" Lana shook her head.

"But I wanted to….you had your whole life ahead of you….all I ever did was save the world," I sounded retarded, yet I didn't know what I was saying, "You were always popular, attractive….all the traits that I didn't have. You were my idol, Lana, you always have been. I wanted you to keep all that stuff and I wanted you to have more. Now you have all my powers, and now you can save the world along with Clark by your side."

Lana smiled at that idea, yet sad at the fact that I was dying instead of her, "As much as I'd love that, I can't just take your life away like that," Lana brushed the hair out of her face.

"You must, it's ok. I offered you my life and you must take it, please," I said desperately, blood was starting to drip down the side of my lip.

"No ya know what? I'm going to get Clark here, and he's going to revive you and then –" she got out of bed and started for the door.

"Clark doesn't know how to control his healing power, I haven't taught him all I know yet. You're the one with the healing power now, but you don't know how to use it yet, but the thing is that I don't know how to fix someone internally…only externally. I'd teach you, but my strength's all gone," I was growing weaker and weaker by the minute.

"I've seen you with your super speed. Wait here, I'll get Clark," she bolted through the door.

Sure enough, after five minutes went by Clark and Lana both showed up.

"Lana's telling me that you guys switched places," he asked wondering why I was such a fool.

"Yes. I had to."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because she is the woman you wanna spend the rest of your life with. I'm just your sister and I want you to be happy," I tried to convince him to let me die instead of Lana. I mean…he didn't want anyone dying.

Clark knelt down beside me and held my hand, "That was an extremely brave and courageous thing for you to do, and I respect that, but I cannot let you die."

"Well unless you have a power that I don't know about…then I don't think you have a choice," I said helplessly.

"Actually…now that you mention it, I have been working on it," Clark stood up, and was still holding my hands and closed his. I went cold, freezing, almost. A flash of silver light erupted and in an instant, I was feeling better. My power was given back to me and Lana's life was fully restored back to her own.

"Well it was fun to have your powers for five minutes," Lana told me, throwing her coat on.

"You know I would have let you keep them, if Clark wasn't so demanding," I laughed, but he took it personally, "Hey I was only joking," I punched him gently on the arm, and he started to laugh.

Everything was back to normal. It turns out that nobody else was in the house during the time of the explosion. Lana was home alone. The only thing that was still lingering on my mind…was that kid Jordan. How did he know where Lana was? How does he have the same powers that Clark and I have? I knew I'd find out sooner or later.

For the next few days, at school, Clark and I kept a close eye on Lana, just in case something does happen to her. I also saw her hanging out with Jordan again. I guess that Lana figured that he was telling the truth. But I am kind of surprised that Lana didn't come to see me right after school was over that day she was told. I guess that she believed that he was just another fraud like all the other meteor infected folks we had to deal with. Well I guess she took that into consideration. I mean, Jordan was right this time…she started to believe that he was telling the truth.

No offense to anyone though, but Lana has been through some pretty difficult stuff in her life. Her parents died in the meteor shower incident when Clark and I arrived here on earth. I still blame myself for that! I mean if I would've known that innocent people will die when we came to earth, I wouldn't have gone. We were both sent here to save the planet….why did Jor-el send us, knowing that we would kill people in the process? I guess I will never understand. But I had an idea…

"Clark, I think when we get home, I need to talk to Jor-el," I pulled him in the next room.

"Umm….why?"

"Because I wanna ask him something very important," I said as my eyes darted around making sure that no one could hear us. The place seemed empty to me.

"Well ok, but be careful. Don't take any advice from him, you remember last time right," Clark warned.

Oh yeah, last time. I forgot about that. The last time I entered the cave in which Jor-el's image appears; I asked him a rather unusual question. I asked why Clark and I were the only ones with abnormal super powers. I guess I bugged him at the wrong time, because he did something that scarred me for life. He zapped all my powers out of my body. Clark found me on the ground, half-dead. It took me a while to regain all of my powers. It took about a month until I got all of them back. I've never stepped foot in that cave ever since. And this time I changed my mind about going back in there.

"Ok, nevermind," we exited out of the room and took Lana back to our house, where we gave her hot chocolate and she took a shower to get all the smoke smelling ashes off of her.

Clark turned on the fire place by using his heat vision and the fire instantly appeared. We tried asking Lana about what caused the house to burn down but she didn't remember exactly what happened. I tried to read her mind a bit but she was telling the truth. She really didn't remember. Since Lana's aunt and uncle were out of town for a while we offered her to stay with us until they get back.

Early the next morning, at around 4 o clock, I wanted to get some training in for whatever I was in for the next day. As I was heading downstairs I noticed that Clark was also down there too.

"Clark? What are you doing up so early," I asked rubbing my eyes, "You usually sleep 'til like….noon."

"Yeah I know. But after what happened last week…I don't wanna take any more chances," he said tossing a coin in the air and shot it with his eye lasers.

I walked up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, "Still worried about Lana," he lowered his head

"Hey, it's ok to be sad. I mean I'm worried about her too. I mean she's already been through enough tough times, she doesn't need anymore. I completely understand," I said as I started training myself.

I jumped as high as I possibly could, did 3 front flips, pretended to block a punch, then landed back to the ground, gently. I kept doing that until I was breathless, which took a while.

Clark was busy training his laser techniques and darting back and forth.

I suddenly shot out the question I have always wanted to ask him, "Clark? What would you think of me if I became mortal?"

He stopped in mid-dash and looked at me strange, again!

"Urgh…I dunno, Kiara. I mean I don't think that you are ready to change your ways of living yet," he paused as I was about to respond, then he cut me short again, "You do know that if you become mortal, that means that you wouldn't have your powers anymore, and you are doing that out of greed!"

I raised an eyebrow, oddly surprised, "Oh, that's what you think this is?...Greed? Well you're dead wrong! Did you ever think that maybe I am not cut out for this whole "saving the world" stuff like you are!"

"You are cut out for this stuff, but you just don't like the fact that you're different from everyone else. I know you enjoy saving the world….you just don't feel like you fit in," Clark shot back, angrily, "And you do know that giving your powers up means that you can't get them back!"

"You know what? You're hopeless. I'm gunna go talk to Jor-el. He knows what's best for me," I stomped out of there, then I wondered if everything Clark said was really true? What if I am doing this all out of greed? I just never stopped to think of it. I still wanted to speak with Jor-el about this. I don't care what he does to me, I just need a straight-to-the-point answer.

As I headed toward the cave the more I realized what I was in for. But I had to see what my father would say.

Clark hates it when I call Jor-el my father. Even though he is our Krypton father, Clark wants me to forget about our home planet and move on, but when I have a question concerning my powers, I can't just walk up to my mortal father and ask him what to do! Like he knows anything about our powers and how we use 'em anyways? Jor-el knows. He has the same powers as us, only greater. He can wipe out an entire country if he wanted to, but I knew he wouldn't. At least I think he wouldn't.

I squeezed through the crack in the cave to where the only connection with my father was. It was dark and I couldn't see where the key to get to the other world was. I used my night vision to see if there was anything shiny. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted it. It wasn't like most keys. It was like a hexagon shape and was about the size of a mini, non digital, clock. I slowly brought it over to the round table where the rest of the pieces of the key were. As I moved closer to the table, it felt as though the key had a mind of its own! It was pulling away from my grasp. I let go, unsure what was going to happen after that, and the key shot into the slot right where it was supposed to.

There was a blinding blue, red, and yellow light that burst out of the table. A second later, I knew I was on the planet Krypton in a crystal shrine. The whole dome was made of crystals and snow. I walked towards the center of the crystal room and noticed that all the crystals were the same except one, which was green and slightly shorter than all the rest which were long and clear. I tried to remember which crystal was the one Clark pulled out last time. There were just about seven crystals there all together. The last time Clark took me here was about two months ago. I don't really remember which crystal he removed. After all, this was my first time here alone.

I couldn't turn back now, I had to find out which crystal it was. I carefully closed my eyes and slowly removed the green crystal from the stand. It was the right one after all! The image of Jor-El appeared infront of me.

"What have you come to ask of me," came the holographic voice of my father.

"I want to know if it is possible for me to become mortal," I said as dirt and smoke rose up from the ground in a tornado-like form.

"But why?"

I paused for a minute, thinking that I was being greedy by doing this. The world needs me, and now I am letting everyone down. I felt like it really was time to move on. I wanted my own life. I want obstacles in my life. Having superpowers means that nothing can affect you in a harmful way. Life is all happy and carefree. I wanted to feel what being a human was like. And I thought that it was worth the risk, "I wanna be normal! I wanna fit in and live a life that everyone else has!"

"I shall grant you your wish. But just know that you are making a grave mistake. You powers will be stored in this crystal. You need to break it in order to receive your powers again," he said and, again, a bright light shot out from his hands causing me to shield my eyes as the light surrounded every inch of my body. I felt cold. There was a chill throughout my body. I was gradually becoming human. The light was so strong that it lifted me off my feet. I didn't know what was happening to me. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Something was stopping me.

All of a sudden I felt someone push me over. I hit the ground hard and painfully. I looked up as the dirt and smoke settled down and the light disappeared. Clark was standing above me, arms crossed.

"Kiara, I never would have thought that you'd actually do something like that," he helped me up but I was a little weak because the crystal had all my powers in it now.

"You didn't believe me," I asked brushing myself off and placing the crystal back in its original place.

"I wasn't sure what to think. But I didn't think you'd actually do it, no, but I am glad I stopped you in time," Clark looked around as if we were being watched.

I smiled at him funny. I mean he really didn't see that I didn't have my powers?

This was only going to make the situation a whole lot worse. When Clark wasn't looking, a turned around and grabbed the crystal. I needed someone extra careful to have full possession of this clear, valuable object with extraordinary powers. I can't be the one to look after it. It'll be too dangerous.

Well, I know one thing, Clark was wrong about the "never getting my powers back" lecture. I felt better now that I can get my powers back at anytime.

While we were walking back out of the cave he noticed that I was walking awfully slowly.

"Kiara, learn to keep up," he commanded.

Or….maybe he will find out more sooner than I thought. I started to feel bad. I should have told him but now…..he needs to find out the hard way.

As we entered the house to wake Lana up, because school would be starting, and to grab our backpacks, I realized that I was growing weaker and weaker again. Now I did feel like a retard! I mean after I saved Lana's life and almost took my own, I should want to save more lives. What was I? High? I pondered at the thought and came up with the fact that I didn't know what I was doing.

Clark went upstairs to wake Lana. Meanwhile, I sat down on the stairs and flipped the crystal around in my hands for a while. I wondered who I was going to give this to. The thing is, I have to be near the crystal at all times, and if I'm not, I could may as well die. I thought about giving it to Chloe to hold on for a little while, but then I know that she's not too good in the remembering department. Then I decided that I'd give it to Pete Ross and…oh wait. He's too athletic. He'll probably put it in his personal fitness gym bag and forget to take it out. Then there was Lana. She was always perfect in everything she does. She has a brilliant mind and an excellent memory! She's perfect! But how to explain the story behind the crystal….hmm.

"All right, we're all ready," I heard Clark's voice coming from upstairs.

"Lana, I have to talk to you." My voice quivered a little.

Lana could tell that I was a bit troubled by something, "What? What is it?" I showed her the crystal without first explaining anything, "What's this?"

"It's a crystal. But not just a crystal. It contains all my powers in it. Be very careful with it."

"Wait! You want me to take it," she asked a bit taken back.

I nodded.

"But what did you do? I thought that you had all your powers."

"I gave them up." I lowered my head in shame.

Lana covered her mouth with her hand, "Oh my God! You didn't, did you?"

Again I nodded in sorrow, "But don't tell Clark anything about this. He wouldn't be too happy with me if he found out."

Lana agreed to keep it a secret between us, and only us. Clark must never find out. I knew he would sooner or later. Better later than sooner, I suppose.

"Alright lets g – what's that," Clark asked, noticing the crystal as Lana quickly slipped it in her bag.

"Nothing," I said, rather quickly. Clark glanced at me kind of – awkwardly for a while.

"Okay, then." He straightened his backpack on his shoulder and we were off.

Since Lana was with us, we decided to take a car instead of run fast. Which I couldn't do anyways. It was my turn to drive. I finally received my license about five months ago. For my seventeenth birthday, I received my first car, the '67 Chevy Impala. I have always dreamed of having a car like that ever since I was little. When my favorite show in the world came out, that was when I spotted my dream car. It's a black Chevy Impala that has the coziest seats in the world. I wash it everyday and it sparkles in the sun when I take it for a ride. It was one of those 'old-fashion' cars. Impala's aren't that widespread around Kansas. I ripped up the engine and headed south, towards the school. I'm usually so perky behind the wheel, but today was different. I was more…depressed, and Clark, being in the passenger's seat and all, was the first to notice that something was up.

"Hey, is there something that you're not telling me," he said in a voice that made every bone in my body freeze.

"No, why?" I tried to sound cool, and gave a weak smile.

"You seem….kinda different."

"I do? I didn't notice," I lied.

I suddenly felt sleepy and drowsy. I found it hard to keep myself awake. I accidentally swerved into the other lane and we almost got hit by the car hurtling toward us.

"What the hell, Kiara," cried Clark, as I suddenly awoke abruptly and swerved into my lane, "Pull over."

I waited until a saw a nice grassy area to pull over on because I don't want anything to scratch up my car, "What?"

"What? You know what! You almost got us killed!" He now showed great concern, "You're not going to school today and I'm driving. I'm not going to school either cuz you're really not yourself today and I'm gunna find out why!" We switched places. We still had to drive to school anyway and drop Lana off.

"Have a great day." Clark kissed Lana goodbye as she got out of the car.

I waved bye and gave her the 'safe' sign.

She nodded and walked on.

"Now will you tell me what's going on," Clark asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Nothing, really. I'm fine," I said, staring at the dashboard.

"No you're not," he paused for a moment, "I know you're not. You almost got us in a car accident and someone could have lost a life," I knew he was referring to Lana.

I didn't say anything. I could see that he didn't want me to. I didn't know what to say, anyway. I closed my eyes for a while and eventually, I fell asleep.

I found myself back in the barn, on the sofa we have upstairs. I sat up and looked around. No one was there. I crept downstairs and into the house. I tried calling out Clark's name a few times, but he never responded. Then I tried calling for mom. No answer either. I started to get a bit freaked out. I picked up the phone to call my mom. There was static on the other line. Panicking, I dropped the phone and ran upstairs to my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me. Where is Clark? How did I get here in the first place? I asked myself while I heard a knocking on the front door. I didn't move a muscle, too scared to do anything. Then I thought that it could be Lana or Chloe. I moved closer to my bedroom door. Trembling, I reached for the knob, turned it, and opened it. The knocking grew louder and louder as I moved closer.

"Who is it?" I shook as I spoke.

There was no answer from the other side of the door, just continuous knocking.

I slowly and cautiously got down on my hands and knees and crawled behind the couch. I didn't dare make a sound.

Suddenly, the knocking stopped. My heart continued to race. All was silent. I peered over the couch, just a tad, and waited. I wanted to race back upstairs. I feel safer in my room. But I knew it wasn't over yet.

I heard running footsteps coming from the front porch and the next thing I knew, I heard a deafning blast and the door's on the floor. I turned back around, scared out of my mind.

I heard the sound of a gun being loaded, and then a knife being scraped.

Man, I wish Clark was here right about now! But he wasn't, and I had to deal with what ever was going on.

As the footsteps were getting closer to me, I held my breath. Not making a single sound. I moved back a few inches. Bad idea. I moved back too far and accidentally bumped into the coffee table. The glass snow globe that dad gave to us before he died fell and smashed all over the floor. I let out a gasp and covered my mouth.

"I thought I heard you, Kiara," I voice behind me made me jump.

I turned my head abruptly, only to find myself face to face with the one and only, Lex Luthor.

"What do you want," I asked, a little unsteady.

"I just want to run some tests on you," he said with his gun out in front of him.

He glanced at it for a split second then back at me.

My heart started to pound once again, and this time, it was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe. I tried calling for Clark, hoping that he'd come. But it was no use.

I had no other alternative. I got back up on my feet and just stood there, frozen, glaring at Lex.

He cautiously walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "I know all about the crystal."

I trembled. I didn't even know he new about the powers that Clark and I possess, let alone the crystal that obtains all my powers. But, then again, the only person who I told about the crystal was Lana, and she has it. She couldn't have told anyone about that. She was sworn to secrecy! She couldn't have betrayed me like this.

"What crystal," I lied.

"You can deny it all you want, Kiara, but I finally know the truth." He laughed slightly.

"Who told you about the crystal?"

"Oh, I have my sources," he said, rather calmly.

"Look, Lex. I don't know what game you're trying to play and I don't know how you found out about the crystal, but I want you staying out of our lives, got it?"

Suddenly, there was a bunch of loud knocking on the window. I turned to see who it was.

"Kiara….Kiara….Kiar…." the voice faded away….

"Kiara!" Someone shook me awake.

I awoke abruptly with a splitting headache. I looked all around me. I was still in my car.

"Did you see the same thing," Clark asked, while concentrating on the road.

I nodded, "Lex knows about the crystal!"

"I know. I just got off the phone with Lana," he paused and glanced at me, "She told me all about the crystal and what you did. She felt too guilty not telling me. I think she had the right idea."

I looked down, realizing that my own stupidity has gone to the max.

"I mean, how could you not tell me? You know I would-"

"I know you would have killed me and much, much more," I stopped him in mid-sentence.

"You know I wouldn't do that! You know I wouldn't!"

"Well, it just seems like you always yell and scream at me and say that I am the most selfish person that you've ever met!" My eyes filled up with tears, "Look, it doesn't matter right now. Lex is about to find out about the crystal. We have to do something!"

"I know." He paused for a long moment, "But I think we have time for one quick stop." He smiled at me and forgot everything.

His smile makes me feel all warm inside, because I know that someone truly cares for me. And that's family love, right there.

We drove into town, and I knew just where we were going. The Talon. Clark usually stops by the Talon every Wednesday after school. One word: Lana. Lana works there whenever she can after school. The Talon is a coffee shop right in the heart of town. I gotta say, the coffee sure is delicious! Clark doesn't usually bring me along when he's just here to visit Lana. He'd always tell me that he wants to spend some "quality time" with Lana, because apparently, he can't do that in school. You see, I don't understand what all that means because I've never had a boyfriend. And I'm seventeen! Anyway, Clark wanted to stop here because he knew that I was feeling a little, under the weather, let's say. Coffee always wakes me right up.

But what I couldn't figure out was, why was I still having visions if I don't have any of my powers anymore?

"Kiara, ya coming or not," Clark smiled, as he got out of the car.

I nodded and went with him.

"Two coffees, please," Clark told the waitress.

"Alright," she jotted it down, "And will that be regular or decaf?"

"Uh, regular, please."

"Okay, two regular coffees coming right up," she said in a friendly manner and smiled, "Would you like anything else with that?"

Clark looked at me, "No, that will be all, thank you," I said and smiled back.

She nodded and went to put the order in.

"So, are you feeling a little better," Clark asked me as I hesitated for a moment.

"Yeah, a little bit, thanks."

About five minutes later, our coffees came. But that wasn't the only thing that came. As Clark reached into his pocked to get out his wallet to pay the bill,…

"Clark," a voice behind him called. It was Lex, "Here you go, sweetheart," he handed fourteen dollars to the waitress.

She smiles and walked away.

"What do you want," I asked, a little uneasy.

"Wow, that's a nice way to treat someone who just paid for your drinks," he said in a calm but snappy manner.

"Kiara, why don't you go wait outside and I'll come out once Lex and I have a 'talk'," Clark gestured for me to leave.

"Yes, excuse us," Lex added.

I rolled my eyes as I left the table. As I stormed out of the cafe, Lionel Luthor walked over to me and asked if everything was ok. I had no choice but to nod as if everything was just fine. I left him still staring at me, as I walked out the door.

"So what's there to talk about," Clark asked once he made sure I left.

"It's reguarding your sister," Lex paused for a minute.

"Yeah? What about her?"

"Clark, I don't know if you've realized this or not, but, Kiara seems a bit different than most people," Lex took a moment to examine Clark's expression.

"W-What do you mean," He acted as if he was clueless.

"I've been watching her for a while now, and I just keep getting more and more suspiscious about her."

"Look, Lex. I don't know what you're planning this time, but, I really want you to stay away from her! You've got no right to go stalking her like that," Clark started to rise out of his seat.

"Mr. Kent! What a pleasant surprise," Lionel made his way over to him, "Don't tell me - you're skipping school!"

"No, actually, my sister isn't feeling that great today, so I decided to take care of her for a while," Clark was getting annoyed.

Lionel patted him on the back, "Ha ha, isn't that sweet! By the way, she's waiting outside for you."

"Yeah. I told her to."

Lionel shrugged, then went over to have a word with Lex.

I paced the entrance way for a bit. Then stopped, wondering if Clark was going to be out soon. I realized that on these streets, I had to be more careful now that I was powerless.

A woman stopped right infront of me, "Can I help you?" I asked because I had no idea what else to say, otherwise.

"Yes, can you tell me where I might find..." that was all I was able to hear before everything started to fade away.