Smallville

Chapter 1: Secrets of Krypton

Smallville has always been a place of strange occurrences, at least since the meteor shower. 1989 was when Clark Kent came to Smallville and was taken in by Jonathan and Martha Kent. What nobody ever knew was that Clark Kent, or Kal-El as he was known in kryptonian, had a brother. He had been in a state of suspended animation so he seemed and acted younger than Kal-El. His name was Jor-El II, named after his father. What nobody expected was about to happen. Jor-El, or Joe as he was known on Earth, was about to meet his brother, and nether of them expected it.

It was a typical day in Smallville. Better than typical, actually. No meteor freaks had attacked in quite some time. A new kid had shown up at the Talon. Tall, athletic, he looked to be at least 17. The fact of it was he was only 14.

"Hey, you got any soda?" The kid asked the girl behind the counter. The girl behind the counter looked older than someone he expected to see working in a coffee house.

"I'll see what I can do." Martha Kent thought the kid was kind of rude. He looked like he hadn't been raised around manners. He wore torn jeans, old, worn out sneakers, a leather jacket that appeared to be older than dirt, he had jet black hair and an old, rusty ring that had a strange type of 'S' on it. Martha thought she recognized the symbol, but she passed it off as nothing.

"You know, you could have some manners." A tall kid wearing a letterman jacket over a plaid shirt walked over.

"Last time I knew it was none of your concern." The kid was just as arrogant with Clark as he was with Clark's mom.

"It is my concern because that's my mother." Clark sounded aggravated with the kid. The lid had had just about enough of this place so he walked off and let the whole thing drop. While he was walking across the street he didn't notice the car coming. Just as he was about to dart out of the way he felt someone push him out of the road from behind.

"Are you alright?" Clark had gone from aggravated to concerned in no time flat.

"Yea. I'm fine." He said with an angry tone to his voice. "These people should learn how to drive."

"Drive slower is the correct term." Clark said with a smirk. He was thinking back to the day Lex hit him head on with his Porsche and what his father had said.

"Yea." The kid said with a laugh.

"So. I'm Clark." Clark said. "I've never seen you around here before."

"This is my first time here. I'm Joe." Joe said. He didn't seem too happy to be there.

"So what brings you to Smallville?" Clark asked. He knew that usually when someone came to Smallville there was some kind of reason.

"My parents died in a car accident. Ever since then I've been wandering from place to place. Now my wandering has brought me here." What Joe neglected to mention was that he was in the car when it crashed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is that why your clothes look so, worn out?" Clark was trying not to sound rude, but it was hard not to sound rude.

"Yea. After the accident I couldn't go back to my house. I couldn't bring myself to." Joe seemed emotionless. Clark thought he seemed almost like Kal-El.

"Well, do you need a place to stay?" Clark couldn't let him stay out on his own. And he would like someone to hang out with.

"You sure your parents wouldn't mind? I don't think I had a good first impression with your mom." Joe was worried that his secret would be revealed.

"They won't mind. You need a place to stay. Plus you've had a rough time with your parent's dying. I know what it's like. I never knew my parents. They died in an explosion when I was very young."

"My biological parents died when I was young too. I was adopted when I was 3 in 1993. These parents were the only parents I ever knew."

"I was adopted in 1989." Clark couldn't believe how much they had in common. It was almost eerie.

"Well, I'd like a place to stay. Living on the streets around here is dangerous." Joe knew it was a lie. Nothing was dangerous to him, except kryptonite. Fortunately, he hadn't had to come in contact with it, yet.

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Later that day, Clark was showing Joe around the farm. Both of them seemed happy to be there. Joe wasn't as emotionless as he seemed to be before. It looks like some of Clark has already rubbed off on him.

"Hey, Clark? I'd like to say thanks. You know, for helping me out. Most people would never help someone who was so rude to them. So, thanks."

" No problem. I've never been able to refuse to help someone just because of the way they treated me." Joe could tell that Clark was a generally kind person.

"Clark! Could you come give me a hand, honey?" Martha called to Clark from the house.

"I'll be right there! Joe, feel free to look around here until I get back." Clark went off to help his mom.

Once Clark had left, Joe used his super speed to explore the loft. After he explored for a while, he found a small grey box, a little bigger than a Rubik's cube. When he tried to X-Ray the box, he couldn't see through it. Why is this box made of lead? He wondered. His curiosity got the best of him and he opened the box. As soon as he opened the box he saw a glowing green rock and got really sick. Kryptonite! He thought. Before he collapsed to the floor he closed the box. He soon recovered and put the box back where it belonged.

"Why does he have a piece of kryptonite?" Joe said to himself. He had learned about kryptonite shortly after he was adopted. His parents had gone through a similar situation as Jonathan and Martha had with Clark. Joe didn't suspect anything, but he still wanted to know what he was doing with a piece of kryptonite.

"Joe, I'm back." Clark said as he entered the loft.

"Up here." Joe yelled down to Clark.

"So, what grade are you in?" Clark asked curiously.

"I'm a freshmen." Joe said. He was hoping to be going to the same school as Clark.

"I'm a senior." Clark was glad that they were going to the same school.

"Cool. So, where's the school?" Joe was curious. He wanted to get to know the school before he had to actually go to school.

"C'mon. I'll take you there." Clark said as he and Joe went to the truck. "Maybe we'll get you some new clothes, too."

"Sounds good." Joe didn't seem thrilled about shopping, but he was happy to be able to see the school. The only things in life he loved anymore were computers and journalism. Looks like Clark and Joe have more in common than you could have thought.