Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or the rights to. These are my ideas and my characters are the only ones I own. Also, this is my first fanfic so treat it well and absolutely no flames, only constructive critiques and pointers are allowed and friendly people :3
Chapter 1
"Get up, dear."
"Daddy?"
"Run, sweetheart!"
"What?" The girl's dad grabbed her and put her in a seat on the plane.
"You must leave Ireland! Leave and don't come back! Lionel will take care of you." Her lower lip trembled as the door closed and the plane began to take off. A middle-aged man in a crisp suit sat down next to her. She was only 4 years old at the time. Sometime later she woke up in a strange yet beautiful mansion. The middle-aged man introduced himself as Lionel Luthor. He had a son named Lex Luthor who was a few years older than she was. He told her that she would be living with them for a while.
"Where am I?" She asked, totally confused.
"My dear. You are in Kansas," Lionel replied.
"Kansas?" She blinked at him. He smiled and nodded.
Scarlett Luthor gasps and wakes up. She is now 14 ½ years old. Lionel comes in, concern all over his face.
"Are you alright, Scarlett?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Her heart is racing.
"Did you have that dream again?" He sits on her bed. She nods in reply.
"Where's Lex?"
"He's in his room."
"Oh." She sits up slowly. Lionel kisses her head and leaves.
Scarlett holds the green stone bracelet Lex gave to her when she turned 8 years old. It was loose so she could grow into it. It's her favorite piece of jewelry because it seems to glow a strange greenish color even in the daylight. She wears it every day to keep Lex in mind wherever she goes. She looks at her alarm clock. It is 7:30 a.m. She decides to take a walk outside to wake up. She puts her long black coat and shoes on, opening the front door to go out.
"Where are you going, Scarlett?"
She winces then turns around with a quick smile.
"Just to take a walk, Lex."
It's no longer a surprise to her that he's bald because she's lived in the same mansion with him for 10 ½ years.
"Don't go too far."
"I won't." She leaves, shutting the door behind her. She opens the iron gates, then quickly dashes through and slips onto the grass. Lionel's car zooms out. He always has his driver take him to work at 7:40 every day, not stopping for anything or anyone.
Scarlett's heart hammers against her chest. Inching out, she makes her way through the grass, then finds herself blinking in a cornfield. I must have been daydreaming, she thinks. Walking farther forward, there's a red barn up ahead and an old fashioned house next to it. Curious, she walks over and knocks on the front door of the house. A kind faced red haired woman answers the door. She is wearing a tan skirt and a red sweater.
"Hello," she says, her voice curious yet gentle.
"Hi. Um I don't know where I am or how I got here. Would you mind telling me?"
"Well, you're in Smallville. I'm not sure how you got here." She looks totally lost because the next thing the woman says catches her off guard. "Why don't you come inside? We're just having some breakfast."
"Oh, I couldn't intrude."
"Nonsense, I insist."
"Well… Okay, but only since you insist." She shows her in. A brown haired man sits down, wearing a blue and gray plaid shirt and worn out blue jeans. A raven-haired teen boy Scarlett's age sits down next to him, wearing a red and yellow plaid shirt with light blue jeans. The man ruffles the teen's hair, lovingly. The woman clears her throat. The man and teen look up.
"Boys. This girl just came to our door. I believe she's lost."
"She can stay here until her family comes back for her," the man says kindly.
"Thank you so much, sir. I'm sorry to come here without an invitation."
"It's no trouble, dear. We're glad to have you here," the woman says to Scarlett. She looks at them.
"Oh, how silly of me! We're the Kent family. I'm Martha Kent, this is my husband Jonathan, and this is our son Clark."
"Pleased to meet you all. I'm Scarlett Luthor."
"Luthor?" The man (Jonathan Kent) asks sharply.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"No, dear. He's had rough times with your father in the past," Martha Kent explains.
"Actually, Lionel adopted me when I was 4 years old."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, Mrs. Kent. It's a mistake a lot of people make when they first meet me… Who lives in the house across from you?"
"That's the Lang residence. They've lived there for a while. Clark, will you give her a quick tour?"
"Sure, Mom." He leads Scarlett upstairs and to the right. "This is where our bedrooms are. Mine's right here and my parents' is just across from mine. The guest room is next to the bathroom." He leads her into the guest room. Sunlight streams in from the open window. "The living room is right next to the kitchen, and that's pretty much it." She looks at the room, pleased with how simple it is. "Yeah. It's not much, but it's home for me."
"I think it's wonderful." He blushes a little.
"How old are you, Scarlett?"
"I'll turn 15 in a few months. What about you?"
"I'm already 15." She looks out the window.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. It's just that I can't remember how I got here from my place."
"You must have been sleepwalking."
"Maybe." She turns around to face him. He looks behind her, out of the window. "What is it, Clark?"
"Look. You can see the Lang's house from here."
She looks over her shoulder. "You're right. It's a nice view." She turns around again and Clark is right there. "Whoa! How did you-" He puts his hand over her mouth then moves it slowly down her face. Someone clears their throat. The person turns out to be a pretty blonde haired girl (wearing a pink long sleeve shirt and jeans) about Clark's age. They break apart quickly.
"So Clark, who is she?"
"Shut up, Chloe. We just met. I don't even know her that well."
"Says the boy who was about to give her vertical CPR." Scarlett bites her lip to hold back a smile, blushing slightly. The blonde looks at Scarlett.
"I like your coat, by the way."
"Thank you."
"Chloe, meet Scarlett Luthor. Scarlett, this is Chloe Sullivan."
"Hi, Chloe. Pleased to meet you."
"Pleased to meet you too, Scarlett."
They shake hands.
"Well, I just came over to say hello. I should go."
"No, it's okay. I literally just came here."
"From where?" Chloe asks, curious yet suspicious.
"What do you mean by that, Chloe?"
"You know what I mean, Clark. Girls like her don't turn up out of the blue in an instant."
"I know." He looks at Scarlett. She smiles at him as they lock eyes.
"Can I tell her something before you go, Chloe?" He asks, not looking at her.
"Fine, but be quick."
He turns to Scarlett, holding her hands in his. "Scarlett. I know-"
"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to check to see that Scarlett was alright."
"I'm fine, Mrs. Kent, thank you for your concern."
Clark looks at their hands still clasped and quickly lets go.
"Chloe, you dad's here."
"Oh, okay. I'll be right down. Bye Clark. Scarlett."
"Bye Chloe!"
"Bye Chloe, it was nice meeting you!" They wave goodbye to her as she goes down the stairs.
Scarlett looks at her watch. It is now 8:40 a.m.
"Are you going to stand there all day or come down and eat breakfast?"
"I'm coming, Mom."
"Scarlett, you can join us if you want."
"Sure. Thanks, Mrs. Kent." Scarlett moves to the top stair, but Clark grabs her left arm swinging her up onto his back. She closes her eyes and when she opens them, she finds herself in the kitchen.
"Clark, what just happened?"
"Nothing!" He replies a bit too quickly.
Scarlett looks at her wrist and gasps, "Oh no!"
"What's wrong, dear?" Mrs. Kent looks concerned.
"Oh no, no, no, no! He's going to kill me for this!"
"Who's going to kill you?" Clark asks, totally confused.
"And what for?" Mrs. Kent adds.
"Lex! He gave me a bracelet for my 8th birthday and I must have lost it somewhere."
"Did you have it on before?" Clark asks.
"I had it on when I went upstairs."
"I'll look for it!"
"Thanks Clark! It means a lot to me." He dashes upstairs.
"Don't worry dear, it'll turn up soon." The phone rings as Mrs. Kent says this. Mr. Kent gets up to answer it.
"I hope so," Scarlett says to her, while Mr. Kent talks on the phone.
"Yes, she's here… I'm sorry, who wants to speak with her? Oh." He holds it out for Scarlett. She looks at him.
"It's Lex Luthor. He's calling from the police station. He sounds pretty worried."
"I'll bet he is." She takes the phone, bracing herself for the outburst, "Hey Lex!"
"Where the hell are you, Scarlett?"
She quickly covers the mouthpiece. "Excuse me for a moment." She brings the phone outside, then puts her hand down. "I'm at some Kent family's farm."
"How did you get there? You said you were just going for a walk!"
"Yeah I was, but one minute I was two feet outside the mansion, the next thing I know I'm like a hundred miles away! I was so confused and I didn't even know where I was. But the Kents are a really nice family, and they're good people." A long pause answers this statement. "Lex? You still there?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking… Why don't you stay with them for a few weeks, since you like them so much?"
"Are you serious?" She asks, excitedly.
"Totally serious."
"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Lex! You're the best! Bye!"
"Bye."
She hears Lex hang up the phone then she follows suit. She goes back inside, beaming.
"So what did he say?"
"He said I could stay for a couple of weeks."
"That's great news! Clark will be so happy when he hears this!"
"I'll go tell him now, if you want Mrs. Kent."
"Go ahead, dear." Scarlett runs up the stairs.
She searches all the rooms, then sees Clark fall to the floor in his room.
"Clark?" She gets closer and sees that he's shaking. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Clark!"
"Help me…" His voice is barely louder than a whisper. Her bracelet is next to his head. She takes it and puts it on his bed. He stops shaking, and lies still.
"Clark? Can you hear me?" His eyes remain closed. "No, no, no! Don't do this to me. Come on, wake up!" She holds his head in her hands. Still, he doesn't open his eyes. "Stay with me, Clark. Please." A tear slides down her cheek and hits his forehead. Another follows, and then his eyes open.
His breathing comes back in gasps, just as a loud gunshot rings through the morning air.
"Thank goodness!" She holds him close. She hears footsteps running up the stairs and entering Clark's room.
"Is everyone alright?"
"Yes, Mr. Kent."
"We're just fine, dad."
"We heard a gunshot."
She releases Clark. He looks at her and she shrugs.
"Wasn't me."
"Wasn't me either," Clark says in confusion.
"Then who was it?" Mrs. Kent asks.
"Good question," Scarlett replies as Clark helps her get up. She hears receding footsteps from outside.