AN: This is basically every episode if Clark wasn't a guy, a creepy stalker dude, and moodier than a post pregnant lady on crack. Lana is now Luke Lang and Whitney is a girl. This is due to the fact that Clara is straight, and needed a high school crush.

Basically I kept everything else the same, saving for a few obvious exceptions. Pete, Chloe, and most of the villains are the same sex.

And Lex… well, what can I say? He's still bald, gorgeous, conniving, delicious, and fully of attempts to erase his father's influence. Let's just say that Clara changes a lot of his decisions… a lot.

Anyways, this starts in season one and we'll see how far it goes.

Don't own Smallville, or superman, or even Lex Luthor. Enjoy

Episode 1: Pilot

I hit the snooze alarm again, cringing when I felt it shatter under her fist. 'Ma's gonna kill me for ruining another alarm clock.' I thought as I rolled out of bed. I checked the time that was etched into the cracked screen. 'Darn. I'm running late again.'

I pulled back the red curtains and breathed in the fresh air. As always, the sun seemed to give her a burst of energy and peace. I sped down into the kitchen below. "Morning Pop." I grinned, kissing him quickly on the cheek.

"Clara, good to see you actually up and awake." He said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

I laughed nervously. "Uh, yeah, about that. I'm running late, so…"

He laughed. "Hurry up and finish your chores. I did some of them, but…"

"Oh! Thank you daddy!" I sped through my chores quickly and easily. The hay bales that would be difficult for a normal man to lift, but with my super strength it was an easy task.

I grinned after surveying my work. "Time to get ready!" I super sped up to my bedroom. It was pretty mellow. Red was a big focus color, as the walls were red with dark red accents. I had blue bed sheets and a dark blue ceiling. On the ceiling I had painted stars in the positions of my favorite constellations. I loved the stars. I flung open my closet door. Um, it was kinda messy. I looked around to see most of my wardrobe flung around the room

"Hmm…today…I'm thinking comfy." I grabbed a faded pair of blue jeans and a turquoise v-neck t-shirt. After a moment's hesitation I also grabbed my favorite red hoodie. I glanced in the mirror and ran a brush quickly through my long dark, curly hair. I swiped on some lip gloss and a bit of eye shadow that made my blue eyes pop…or so my Ma said when she bought it

I glanced at my watch. "Crap!"I sped downstairs and grabbed a bagel.

"Woah! That's no breakfast. Sit down." I glanced at my mom and smiled.

Of course, Ma." I grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge and took a swig.

"Uh-uh!" Ma said, swiping it from me.

I grinned. "It tastes better out of the carton."

She frowned. "Where did you learn your manners?"

I smirked. "In a barn?"

She rolled her eyes. My dad stepped up behind her and grabbed the orange juice out of her hand. "Mm. Delicious." He took a swig out of the carton.

I laughed. Ma threw her hands in the air. "I give up!"

We sat down in silence for a while. "Um, Ma…? I was thinking…cross country is coming up."

Pa set down his newspaper. "Absolutely not."

"But dad-"

"No buts, Clara. You know why you can't." I frowned deeply. He sighed. "Clara, how are you going to explain that after every race you don't even break a sweat?"

"Adrenal gland problem? I can fake being exhausted."

He shook his head. I grappled for straws. "Ma?"

She smiled sadly. "Why don't you try out for a sport like cheerleading? That's not really a sport…"

I rolled my eyes. "Ma… I need extracurricular activities for college. Cross country is really good for that."

Not to mention I really did NOT want to cheerlead. Ugh. Weird zombies. And the uniforms were a little too revealing for my taste. Ma sighed. "Jonathan, I don't see what harm could come of it."

Dad frowned. "She could ruin everything. It's too dangerous."

Ma sighed. "She has always been very trustworthy and good at keeping everything under wraps. This is the first time she's asked something like this of us."

Pa drew a hand over his face. "Look, you can try it, but at the first sign of any suspicion, or something signed in blood, I want it to stop… and you'll try out for cheerleading."

I grinned, hugging him tightly. "It's a deal. Thanks daddy!" I kissed his cheek. I hugged Ma and whispered "Thanks Ma. Knew I could count on you."

I munched the rest of breakfast speedily and gulped down some orange juice. "Bye Ma, bye pops! Gotta run!"

Faintly as I was leaving I heard my mom exclaiming. "I don't know how she can have super speed and still manage to be late every day."

I just smiled and waved bye before jogging out to the bus. To my utter dismay, the bus was pulling away just as I arrived. I stomped the ground, causing a small rumble beneath me. The bus didn't even stop. I growled impatiently. This could NOT happen today of all days! Urg!

I hesitated before cutting through our neighbor's field. My parents really didn't approve of me using my powers without reason, but… I didn't need to be late for the first day of school. I got there just in time to see Pete getting off the bus. I did not need his questions. "Hey, Clara. How'd you get here? I saw you miss the bus."

I smiled. Lying was one of the things I'd gotten good at while hiding my powers. "Caught a short cut with Ma."

He rolled his eyes. "You are so a farm girl."

"You know you love me." I batted my eyes.

"Oh, yes!" He got down on one knee dramatically and grabbed my hand. "Clara Kent I am madly in love with you. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me!"

I smiled, putting on my best Whitney-Ditzy impression. "Why, Pete! This is so sudden, but of course I'll marry you!"

A sudden flash made both of us jump. We turned to see Chloe standing there with a camera. Pete quickly stood and frowned. "Chloe, that's not cool. If that shows up on the front page, I'm coming after you."

She just smiled. "But I'm thinking of putting in a new wedding section for the school newspaper! I have to get our happy couple!"

I laughed. Time to change the topic. "So, Pete? You still trying out for football?"

He shrugged. "Depends. Your parents on board for cross country?"

I nodded excitedly. Chloe grinned. "That's amazing. They're usually totally against sports. 'Our daughter's too delicate for physical activities.'"

I laughed more at the irony than Chloe's poor impersonation of my dad. Pete grinned. "Great. You do cross country, become all-star state champ. I become the football star; Chloe writes our achievements and snags a job at the daily planet…"

I shook my head. "You seem to be getting a bit ahead of yourself, Pete."

He just grinned. "Highschool, baby! Anything could happen."

Chloe frowned. "Why do you even want to be on the football team anyways?"

Pete looked serious for a second. "I'm not gonna be this year's scarecrow."

I raised an eyebrow. "Scarecrow?"

He nodded. "Yeah, every year a freshman is chosen and taken out in the cornfields and ties them up as a scarecrow. Last year Bud Ellis was the scarecrow. It took them over a day to find him."

Chloe frowned. "That sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen."

I laughed. "I thought they alternated each year with a girl and a guy. You know, the football team does it one year, then the cheerleaders."

"You mean the fearleaders." Chloe put in, grinning. Pete shrugged. "Whatever, man. I'm not about to take any chances."

I nudged him. "Changing topic. Who are you gonna take to the homecoming dance?"

Chloe frowned. "Why can't we just all go together?"

I laughed. "And leave a string of broken heart in our wake? What am I gonna tell the dozens of suitors beating down my door?"

Pete shook his head. "You are absolutely crazy."

"I'll see you guys in class."

I started walking past Whitney and her gang. Whitney was not only stupid and naïve, but she could be pretty darn cruel when the mood struck her. Her presence made me nauseous… literally. I felt sick whenever she walked by or came near me. I tripped slightly, feeling woozy. My books went everywhere.

I reached down to grab the book I'd been reading when a hand bumped mine. My heart thudded in my chest as I looked up to see Luke Lang helping me with my books. Now Luke wasn't just the all around hottie, but he also happened to be smart, and nice. What he saw in Whitney besides a piece of plastic I'll never know. I smiled weakly. "Thanks."

He looked at the book. It was The Portable Nietzsche. He raised a dark eyebrow. Did I mention he was gorgeous? "Nietzsche? Didn't realize you had a dark side, Clara."

I still felt a bit woozy, but I managed to look up. "Doesn't everybody?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. So what are you? Woman or superwoman?"

I stood shakily and shrugged. "Haven't figured it out yet."

The moment was officially destroyed when Whitney in all her cheerleading glory showed up. "Hey baby!" The PDA between those two was enough to nauseate a crew from The Deadliest Catch. Whitney was twirling her blonde hair around her finger. "So, baby. I was wondering if you could look over my paper. I didn't get done till late last night…Clara are you alright? You look terrible!"

I was saved by Chloe. "She's ust really excited about the first day of school."

Whitney flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Whatever…"

I turned to leave. "Hey, Clara!"

I spun around at Whitney's voice. "Missed one." She through a book at me as hard as she could. I caught it, but in the process my other books fell back to the ground. "Oops." She giggled, hanging onto Luke's arm. "My bad."

After I finished gathering the books I stumbled slightly, still feeling gross from my encounter with Whitney. Chloe grasped my arm. "I swear, you must be allergic to Whitney's perfume or something. You get sick every time you go near her."

I smirked weakly. "Or I could just have ESP and can sense the presence of evil!" And of course little did I know, miss all that had heard me…