Description: A little thing I like to call what should have happened after Powers. I Love Lana, but she and Clark should be done; Lois is his wife for god's sake (Well in the comics). But I gotta realize its T.V. so here's my version, with some added in impending evil and a plethora of extra DC Comics characters for fun, ignore the whole Bomb episode, and Lex's Death/Lana's being poisoned, this story takes place a few days after "Powers".

Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. I also don't own any of the additional DC Comics' characters I've thrown in to the mix, hope you like it though.

Rating: Teen, with some posible thoughts that might cause some to call it mature, but I'm going for teen.

Smallville: We're not in Kansas Anymore Todo, Part 1 of 5, by Frank Bigoski


Hotshots and Headaches:

Kent Nelson watched the events play out before him with great interest, the Light, the Guide, the Knight, the Hero, the One, the Princess, the Lady, and the Wanderer. All these men and women would come in to one another's worlds to night, and the former Physician, and current Archaeology Professor at Metropolis University would be here to witness it all. The world needed these men to come together as heroes, with doomsday lurking near, and other worse forms of Armageddon quite possible, men and women like him would have to stand strong.

It would take all the world's most powerful heroes and others from other worlds entirely, to save the day. It would take love, friendship, strength, trust, order, and justice, and it was necessary for all of them to be together for this instance of clarity to transpire. Dr. Nelson, a man that would one day be called a legend, and in his own right very wall was a living one, flipped the Amulet of Anubis about in his hands, smiling toward the pair of reporters across the room from him. Clark Kent, and Lois Lane, now their Fate was greater possibly then even they might know…


The blonde haired blue eyed six footer leaning back against a dark corner of the presentation room breathed a sigh of desperation. His arms folded over his chest, the man commonly called by the affectionate nickname Happy by his friends frowned. Happy didn't seem to fit at this particular impasse in his life. It wasn't that the man was sad, or angry, it was just boredom. Boredom sitting here in the Metropolis University Physics Department's presentation room while speaking notes from the guest speaker's lecture in to his tape recorder. Happy was reporting on Dr. Ray Palmer's demonstration of the Minimal Radiation Energy Cycle Generator, which used minimal amounts of radioactive isotopes to generate the same amount of electricity as a full size submarine generator. Normally the scientific marvels would pique the man's interest, but not today and probably not any day soon. All thanks to that little event 3 months ago, that had changed Lanford "Happy" Terill's life forever.

...

"Lanford Terill I presume, I'm Dr. Dayzl," the man said, offering a hand out toward Happy in the white jacket of a lab worker, looking over the taller man behind his spectacles. The mousy little brown haired man gestured for Happy to follow him, his words reinforcing the gesture, "Right this way Mr. Terill."

Dr. Dayzl was a scientist whose studies were considered by some to be quite unorthodox. He believed that a radioactive light phenomenon that began on earth some million years before would return to its source causing mass destruction across the globe. Thus he had designed his "Photonic Energy Inverter," an invention meant to contain and stop the source of the light anomaly from causing any harm upon its return. Happy had been invited as part of the press contingent from the city's biggest Newspapers and other news sources, to report on the Doctor's presentation regarding said invention. He had not expected to be greeted at the front door to the observatory based lab by the very scientist himself. "I'm glad to see that you came," the Dr. said, "your article regarding Wayne Tech's development of a solar powered arc reactor interested me greatly."

"I did do a couple years of engineering in college, so the Chief says I'm a natural for these types of assignments." Happy said in response, assuming that was the reason he was usually chosen for the more technically inclined articles for the New York Chronicle. As he followed the doctor toward the viewing room where all the other reporters waited, he scanned the room taking note of the many meters and electronic devices mounted on the walls. "Quite the impressive set up you've got here Doc'." Lanford said with an appreciative whistle.

"Just wait till the show starts," Dr. Dayzl had said, walking away from Happy toward the entrance to the Photonic Energy Inverter's control room. Happy went to stand along with three other familiar reporters near the glass viewing window that overlooked the Inverter chamber. As the Dr. and his team began their manipulation of switches and buttons in the control room the large reactor began to emanate large amounts of light. The spinning gyro at the center of the device began to release even more light, spreading until it had filled the entire chamber. Then it happened, the generator exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere, and filling the viewing chamber with an equal amount of light and heat. Happy fell in to unconscious to the ground, and as his eyes rolled back in to his head, he saw not darkness, but a bright white light.

When Happy had awakened in the hospital a week later, the Doctors had told him that he was a lucky man. Apparently the only survivor of the explosion other then the engineers and scientists who had been in the reinforced control room, he had come out unscathed. That was not the only amazing event of the day though, for as Lanford Terill had left his hospital bed and walked home, attempting to clear his mind of the cobwebs from a week's sleep, he exploded.

Maybe he began to glow would be a better interpretation of the event, but Happy had begun to shine with light bright enough to blind someone not wearing a pair of Sunglasses. The next thing he had known Happy Terill was flying through the air howling with laughter, faster then a bullet, and glowing neon yellow from head to toe.

Now he was here, stuck in this boring room, with all these boring people, when he could be flying! That's right, zooming across the sky like a ray of light, moving through the air faster then the human eye can see. Now that was what Happy Terill called living.


Lanford Terill wasn't the own bored flyboy at the presentation either. Standing arm in arm with his boss, as her most recent piece of arm candy, test pilot Hal Jordan yawned in boredom. Even normally lectures bored this adrenaline junky, but when he had the super hot Vice President of Technology Development for Ferris Industrial, it was torture. He would much rather be strapped in to one of Ferris T.D.'s prototype jets, riding the skies, while Carol "Drop Dead Gorgeous" Ferris rode him. That was a pipe dream though, as the closest thing he'd gotten to a date with the boss lady was a business meeting for lunch when she'd hired him for her father.

So here he was, one of the U.S.A.F.'s most skilled pilots in a decade, retired from combat as a test pilot, and flying nothing but an unsatisfied libido to a droll science nerd's party. Hal's brown eyes scanned over the crowd and soon fell on a pair of intrepid reporters he'd met a couple weeks back. Now that was a partnership that had some serious sexual chemistry, he pondered, looking at the 6'2" raven haired small town kid Clark Kent, and his bombshell of a partner, the gorgeous brunette named Lois Lane. The chemistry he'd noticed between them when they interviewed him before his last test flight in Metropolis though seemed absent now. The Smallville farm boy seemed to almost be avoiding standing to close to the woman now, and that brought a smile to Hal's face. "Maybe tonight won't be a complete waste after all."


Oliver Queen watched the scene with interest, not so much Dr. Palmer's presentation, as the stand off behavior that Lois and Clark were having. He'd thought the farm boy was finally getting his head out of his ass about Lana "Princess" Lang, but ever since those few days ago when she'd gained her new set of super powers, it was like he was blind to Lois' feelings, and charms. Oliver wanted nothing more then to shoot Clark with a red kryptonite tipped arrow right in his previously mentioned ass, but even that wouldn't fix anything. Knowing alien boy here, he'd probably just grab Lana and exhaust both of their indestructible bodies in a week long sexual hurricane. "Damn shame."

Ollie had noticed someone else in the crowd though, a pilot whom he had been fortunate enough to work with a few years ago after the man had left his Air Force career. Hal "Hot Shot" Jordan, a man whom Oliver had come to call friend, stood about twenty feet across the room from Lois and Clark currently leering at the aforementioned woman's derriere with none to hidden an amount of longing. A smile played across Ollie's face as he formulated a plan, he could use one old buddy's obvious interest in Lois, to save another friend's ass from the fryer, but for now, he'd settle to just say high.

"Hal you dog, you didn't tell me you were working for Carol Ferris now," He said, approaching the pair from Carol's right.


Dr. Ray Palmer was sweating a storm, his brow furrowed as he explained the intricacies of his M.R.E.C. Generator to the surrounding collection of scientists and socialites. Ray Palmer could go the marathon with anyone in a scientific debate and outwork most in the process of proving his point of said debate, but talking to a room full of people, most of whom seemed bored to tears listening to him was no picnic.

Finally the presentation ended, and Dr. Palmer walked to the bar set up in the corner of the presentation room to buy his self a drink, gesturing toward the cute blonde who was tending bar. She caught his wave and turned to him, whiping the table off in front of him with a smile. "What can I get yah Doc'?" She asked, gesturing around the bar as if it was her home, "You just get comfortable, and I'll take care of yah."

"How about a Bullet to the Brain," Ray said with a tense laugh, not knowing if she caught the humor. Just then a man slid in to the seat next to him and placed a hand on top of his own that held out a five dollar bill toward the attractive bar keep.

"Keep your money Doctor, let me get that. Dr. Ray Palmer, I'm Bruce Wayne, pleasure to meet you," the tall dark figure said, cutting an imposing picture even with all his fellow billionaire playboys and heiresses in the room. "Let's talk shop."


Clark couldn't have got out of that room any faster, he was currently half way to the farm, somewhere between Smallville, Kansas and The Big Apricot, Metropolis. Lois had been avoiding talking to him the whole evening even though Tess had assigned the pair the joint story on Dr. Palmer's presentation. He knew she was upset about him and Lana being back together, or was she? He asked himself. And even if she was bothered by it, why was he letting it bother him. He had everything he'd ever wanted, Lana, and he were finally on even ground, no secrets, and no walls. But was that really what he wanted to have in his life?

The alien descended Kansas far boy came to a broiling stop, leaving two deep craters in the asphalt beneath his feet with his super strength. The sudden stop left treads of melted road behind him and he shook his head in apology, as if somewhere, someone was there to see it. What did he mean was this what he really wanted in his life? He had been in love with Lana since elementary school. They were destined to be together forever, but what about Lois? Wait a second, Clark thought, blazing back to a sound barrier shattering crescendo in his run in a blink of an eye. Why in the hell was he so worried about Lois? So they'd almost kissed, but the woman had ignored his phone calls and emails for a month afterward, and stayed in Star City looking after the recovering Jimmy completely oblivious to how bad Clark was feeling. He had wanted to tell her that he and Lana weren't getting back together, which they weren't at the time; he had wanted another chance at that kiss. That almost kiss, which had lead him to this, he and Lana had reconciled, she was the one woman on Earth who could be there by his side through everything, and here he was, wondering if he even wanted to be with her.

"God damn it Smallville," Clark caught himself saying this last part as he shook his head; he was even calling himself by Lois's pet name for him. He had reached the Farm's gates, and come to a stop when he saw the massive plume of smoke coming up from behind the barn.


Lois was driving her car down the road at top speed, just having managed to break out of Metropolis Rush Hour traffic and on to the free way to Smallville. To home, or was it even home anymore? For a long time now Lois had become accustomed to calling the hayseed town home, but was that because it felt like home, or because he did? She asked herself, shaking the thought of Clark Kent, blue eyed gorgeous blue collar boy out of her mind as best she could, turning to the stereo in front of her.

She turned it on and pressed play on the IPod which she had hooked up to the Ford Focus's built in MP3 player rack. That was definitely a mistake.

When I saw you in the

Garden

Sweet lilac in your hair,

The sunlight seemed to

surround you

And bless the morning

air.

I wondered what your

name was

Lois's heart sank deep in to her core when she heard the Whitesnake song play over the radio.

And if you would dance

with me,

I heard you cry for

Mercy

But, my eyes they could

not see.

'Cos the time is right for

love,

The time is right for love,

You can pray to the

Lord above

But, the time is right for

love.

Her pulse thumped hard against her as she was forced to pull off to the side of the road, burying her face in her arms against the steering wheel. This was too much, she had always thought Clark was a good guy, even though he drove her crazy when they first met, but now she was falling for him? Way to throw yourself a curve ball there Lane.

So much for all your

sweet words,

All that you said you

would do.

Remember all my love

songs,

They were promises to

you.

But, I don't hold it

against you,

The words were right, she couldn't blame him, she couldn't be mad at him. He hadn't done anything wrong, and she just hadn't done anything. That was the problem. She'd gotten scared and taken the first out she saw when Lana came waltzin' back in to Clark's life, and she hadn't fought for what she wanted.

I know you're not to

Blame

So draw your circle

around me

And we'll put all your

lovers to shame

.

'Cos the time is right for

love,

The time is right for love,

You can pray to the

Lord above

But, the time is right for

love.

That was when the tears came, flowing freely, readily down her face and on to her white button up's sleeves. Why did Lois Lane always have to like the dumb ones who didn't know what they were missing?

'Cos the time is right for

love,

The time is right for love,

You can pray to the

Lord above

But, the time is right for

love...


When Clark reached her she was digging through the wreckage of what looked remarkably similar to the space ship he'd come to Earth in. Lana was clawing through the metal trying to find the source of sobbing that Clark too was eventually able to hear, heading over to help the woman of his dreams with her labors. "What happened here?"

The erstwhile alien said, looking down at the wreckage of the metal vessel in the back forty of his adoptive parent's farm. "I don't know Clark, but it hit hard and fast, I had just got back from scanning Kansas City for emergencies when..." Lana's singsong voice was cut off by a male voice from within the wreckage.

"Where am I?" The blue eyed man asked, pushing shrapnel from around him, he sported a red and black flight suit with a white star shaped badge on the left side of its breast. As the being stood up blinking spots of light from his eyes, he looked to the two creatures before him only for his eyes to go wide when they fell on the larger of the two, "Kal El?"


"I'll be there soon babe, I love you," Chloe said, hanging up her cell phone before looking back over her shoulder to Oliver. "Are you sure about this?" She questioned, scanning the green eyed blonde for any sign of indecision.

"Go take care of my favorite camera-man Chlo' with Clark and Lois staring each other daggers all the time I'm sure you can use the break. And besides, what kind of a billionaire buddy would I be if I didn't let you borrow the G5?" Ollie responded, smiling that lady killer grin of his as the limo pulled up outside that same private plane which he'd just mentioned.

"Thanks Ollie, you don't know what this means to me." Chloe said, leaning forward and hugging her friendly neighborhood billionaire goodbye. The next moment she was out of the car, and scrambling to the plane while one of Oliver's employees grabbed her bags.

And thank you Chloe. Oliver though to himself with an inward smile, considering he was rather sure she'd frown on him manipulating the two's mutual friends in to finally getting over their pasts, and getting all over each other, in bed.

"Hello, Hal, hey, I want you to meet some friends of mine," Oliver said in to his cellular phone, as the Limo scurried away from the runway of Metropolis International.

A flash of light outside his car brought Oliver's attention as he gestured to his driver to stop. Climbing from the car to see the source of the yellow-orange glow, Ollie's jaw dropped to the floor to see to women, a blonde, and a red head, lying unconscious in the street surrounded by an eerie glowing light. "Meet me at my penthouse in the Clock tower tomorrow afternoon Hal, I'll have to fill you in then."

Ollie finished the chat with Hal swiftly, before pocketing his Cell-phone and taking off his jacket. Kara Kent was laying damn near naked on the ground in front of him, with an equally almost nude red head whom Oliver believed could have been the psycho alien who'd torn through Metropolis trying to jump Clark's bones a few weeks prior. "What in the world is going on here?"

Oliver said, bending down to drape his jacket over the two women while he gestured to his Driver to come and help him lift them. "Careful with the blonde one Jerry, she's a friend."


The blue jumpsuit sporting man watching Olvier Queen's actions from the alley smirked. "Finally a real life 21st century superhero, hopefully he'll do some digging about those two, and find his way back to me. I'm going to need the help, that's for sure," the blue garbed being said, pushing a few black hairs out of his eyes, and dissapearing in a blue and yellow blur further in to the alley.


Author's Notes:

Well everyone, that's my first shot at a Smallville fic ever, so, lemme know what you guys think huh? Hope you like my introduction of some of DC's other great heroes to the Smallville world. If you want more, all you gotta do is say so.