LOST & FOUND

Baby D Series Fanfiction

KALLEL

I DO NOT OWN any of the characters from the show "Smallville" only the character of Dana Wells and the traits pertaining to her.. - Baby D

As Pete sped down the long stretch of road, a figure stumbled out from the corn field onto the street.

"What the…" he screeched to a halt. Leaning forward in his seat, he could see it was a girl, struggling to keep herself up. She leaned over on the hood of the car for support as Pete got out. As he walked up to her, she collapsed in his arms shaking furiously.

Not knowing what else to do, Pete picked her up and put her in the passenger's side of his car. Getting into the driver's seat, he shut the door and turned the car around, speeding off towards the Kent farm.

When he reached the farm, he parked in front of the house and honked the horn before getting out.

"Mr. Kent! Mrs. Kent! Somebody help!" He raced over to the other side to get the retrieve the passenger.

"Pete?" Jonathan looked out the front door to see him running round to the passenger's side.

"Pete, what's wrong?" Martha followed her husband out towards the car.

"I need some help," he opened the door for Jonathan to see.

"Oh my goodness," Martha put her hand to her mouth as Jonathan took the shaking girl from the seat. Jonathan hurried to bring her inside the house.

"She's freezing," Jonathan put her down on the living room couch. Martha had gone to get some more blankets than what was already there. Her lips were purple and her arms wrapped around her chest for warmth.

"Where did you find her?" Martha covered her with a quilt and an electric blanket.

"I was driving home when she just came out of nowhere. I almost hit her with my car.

Just then the front door opened.

"Mom, Dad," he closed the door behind him as he walked through the house. "Is Pete here, his car is…" he stopped as he entered the living room. "What's going on?" He asked as everyone turned to face him. Pete finally moved out of the way for Clark to see. He froze as his eyes widened in disbelief of what he saw.

"Oh my God, Dana?" Clark rushed to her side, his mother moving out of the way for him. "What's wrong with her? She's freezing cold. Clark took her hand in his. "How did she get here?" He looked over at his mother and father.

"Pete found her in the middle of the road on his way home.

"Man," Pete looked down at his watch, "I gotta go, I was supposed to be home a while ago, my Dad's gonna kill me." Pete got up and checked the wall clock just to make sure the time was right. Jonathan got up to see him to the door.

"Thank you Pete," Martha nodded as Clark was still with Dana.

"Thanks Pete, we really appreciate you bringing her here first," Jonathan shook his hand.

"Hey I just don't want a repeat of what happened last time.

"If you need an excuse, I'm more than happy to provide one for you this time." Jonathan smiled gratefully.

"Thanks Mr. Kent. I just might need it."

"Take care now," Jonathan waved him off as he got into his car and drove away.

"Dad!" Clark yelled from the next room. His son looked up at him helplessly as he came in. "I can't understand what she's saying."

Jonathan looked over at Dana who was mumbling in some kind of foreign language. She had begun to shake even more than before, and was not breathing very shallowly.

"I'll get her another blanket and something hot to drink," Martha shot up. When she returned, she handed the drink to Clark and put the blanked on Dana.

"Wait," Clark set the drink down and searched through his pockets.

"Clark?" His father wondered what he was doing.

"Hold on," Clark got up and ran upstairs to his room and came back down a few minutes later grasping something in his hand. Kneeling down beside the couch, he opened his hand.

"What is it?" His mother looked curiously over his shoulder.

"It's her necklace. She left it the last time I saw her in the hospital." Clark opened the clasp and secured it around her neck. As soon as the pendant touched her skin, her shaking began to slow.

"Kallel," she whispered faintly.

"She was saying that when you went upstairs. I wonder what it means," Jonathan cocked his head looking empathetically at her.

"Kallel is my name," Clark brushed the tussled hair out of her face. A white light flashed before his eyes but nothing else. Both Jonathan and Martha looked at each other, hearing the new information for the first time. "I think I know someone who can help," Clark looked over Dana's face carefully. Her put his hand underneath her head and lifted her lips to the cup. She drank slowly, with effort. Tipping the cup too far, the hot liquid trailed down her chin. She flinched in pain as Clark stopped.

"It burned her, I think she felt that." His father pointed out. Clark put the hot cup to his cheek, barely able to feel the heat.

"There's definitely something very wrong with her," his mother shook her head.

"I'm taking her to Dr. Swann." Both of his parents quickly turned to face him.

"Now, I don't think that's such a good idea son," his father stood up to look out the darkened window.

"I agree," his mother joined in.

"But…"

"Clark we still don't know what this man's full intentions are. He knows about you and only you. What if Dana doesn't want anyone else to know about her?" Jonathan rationed.

"Well do you have any other ideas?" Clark snapped at him.

"Clark," his mother scolded. Clark lowered his head.

"I'm sorry; it's just that, this is our second chance, my second chance, with her. I have another chance to have all my lingering questions answered. I want to know what all of this is really about."

"Well it's too late right now. I think you should wait until the morning, we can talk about this some more then." Jonathan looked back out the window then joined his wife and son in the living room.

"What if she doesn't have until tomorrow morning?" Clark looked down at her lying in his lap.

"Her shaking has let up a bit and she's getting the warmth back in her body. We are helping her as much as we can," his mother tilted her head sympathetically, looking at the two of them together.

"Plus her condition will probably be much better in the morning if she continues the way she is," his father nodded and wrapped his arm around his wife's waist.

"You can stay with her down here tonight and keep an eye on her; we'll come and wake you up first thing in the morning." Martha smiled and kissed her son on the forehead.

"We love you," Jonathan reminded him before they both went upstairs.

Clark looked back down at Dana who mumbled absently until she finally fell asleep. Clark watched her for a while to make sure that her breathing continued and her body stayed warm, but soon feel asleep sitting up with her in his lap.

Sorry for anyone who has already read this chapter… I made a mistake…

Please forgive and forget.