A/N So each chapter will follow the episodes that share the chapter titles. If you haven't watched the TV Show, then this fanfic isn't for you. I hope to do all ten seasons if i get a lot of viewers and reviewers! I love Smallville and I hope that I'm writing a really good fanfic to please Smallville fans! Anyway, enjoy!
A man and his son ride in a helicopter. The young son has his eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them.
"This has got to stop. Open your eyes, Lex." The father, Lionel Luthor, tells his son.
"I can't." Lex whimpers.
"Luthors are not afraid. We don't have that luxury. We're leaders. You have a destiny, Lex. You're never going to get anywhere with your eyes closed." Lionel insists.
A young couple enters the Smallville flower shop. A little girl is playing on the floor while a woman runs the counter.
"Afternoon, Nell." The husband, Jonathan Kent, greets the woman at the counter.
"Jonathan. Martha. What a surprise. What brings the reclusive Kent's to town?" Nell asks.
"Tulips. Red ones, if you have them." Martha answered.
"What about a tiger orchid?" Nell asks.
"No thanks. Martha has her heart set on tulips." Jonathan responds.
"Yes, well, they are a very uncomplicated flower." Nell murmurs. Martha goes over to the little girl.
"That is a beautiful dress, Lana. Are you a princess?" She asks.
"I'm a fairy princess." Young Lana Lang tells her.
"Hey, where are her parents?" Jonathan asks Nell.
"Oh, they're at the homecoming game with everyone else. I'm being the good aunt." Nell tells him.
"Do you want to make a wish?" Lana asks Martha.
"I would love to make a wish." Martha replies.
"Okay, abracadabra." Lana uses her plastic wand to tap Martha's head. Martha smiles at Lana. Then Martha and Jonathan head out to their truck. Martha climbs into the passenger seat while Jonathan puts their purchases in the bed of the truck. He climbs into the driver's seat.
"I know what you wished for…" He told her. She had a faraway look in her eyes.
"I see a little face… It's all I ever wanted." She told him. He leans across the seat to kiss her. Then they hear cheering. A small parade starts on the street and the high school football team rides in cars down it.
"Hey, looks like Smallville won again!" Jonathan says.
"Lex? Son?" Lex in wandering around the cornfield as his father does business with the owner. Lionel turns back to the man.
"Now, where do I sign?" He asks. Lex wanders into the high cornfield as the owner points to the paper.
"Right here, Mr. Luthor..." He replies Lex is walking through the cornstalks when he hears a voice.
"Help me…"
"Huh?" Lex asks. He walks a little farther.
"Help me… please… Hey, kid, help me!" Lex sees a young teenager tied to a cross with a big red S painted onto his bare chest. Just then, he and the other boy are engulfed in a dust cloud thrown up by a meteor that lands nearby. After this first meteorite lands, a volley of meteorites hit the town and the surrounding farmland. Back at the flower shop, Nell is holding Lana outside on the sidewalk.
"What on gods earth…?" Nell asks herself. Just then a couple steps out of their car on the other side of the street.
"Hi, Lana!" The woman calls.
"Mommy, daddy!" Lana calls. Then suddenly a flaming meteor hits their car, engulfing them in the flames and killing them. Nell and Lana fall on the sidewalk, unhurt but shocked.
"What's happening, Jonathan?" Martha cries. Jonathan and Martha are returning home, driving past the Welcome to Smallville sign when it gets hit, they enter a dust cloud and their truck overturns... Lionel Luthor is searching for Lex in the field of now flatten corn stalks.
"Lex! Lex! Where are you? Lex! Lex!" He kneels down and picks up a bit of red hair matches his sons…
"Martha!" Jonathan's voice calls out in the overturned truck. They hear footsteps and both turn their heads. A small, naked boy kneels down in front of the window and peers in. Martha and Jonathan look at him, shocked. They crawl out of the truck and Martha wraps in him a blanket before picking him up and putting him on her hip.
"Martha? Kids just don't fall out of the sky, Martha." Jonathan tells her. She looks over at him.
"Then where did he come from?" She asks.
"I don't know, but he must have parents." They walk a little ways and find what could only be a spaceship that the child came out of.
"Well, if he does, they're definitely not from Kansas." Martha says.
"Sweetheart, we can't keep him. What are we going to tell people - we found him out in a field?" He asks.
"We didn't find him. He found us."
Present day Smallville, Kansas:
"Clark Kent, you're gonna be late for the bus! Cynthia Kent, you better get down here too! Your bus will be here any minute!" My mom, Martha Kent, called upstairs.
"Coming, mom!" My brother called. I heard my brother, Clark, thumping down the stairs and into the kitchen. I hurriedly tied my hair up in a ponytail and ran downstairs after him. Clark was just taking a big swig out of a milk bottle.
"Unh-unh." Mom scolded.
"It tastes better out of the bottle." He said in his own defense. I tried hard to hold back a laugh.
"Where'd you learn your manners?" Mom asked him.
"On a farm." He replies. I couldn't help but laugh at that one. Clark gave me a look that told me he had been trying to make me laugh.
"Well, afternoon, sleepyheads." Dad said, coming into the kitchen from outside. Mom turned around.
"Oh, don't forget - I have class tonight, so you three are on your own, and don't order pizza. There's plenty of food in the fridge." She told us. I grimaced. Pizza was so much better than anything in the fridge…
"Hey, what you got there, son?" Dad asked, seeing something in Clark's head.
"Permission slip... It's for the football team. Couple of spots opened up…. They're having tryouts this afternoon. Come on, dad. You played football in high school." He pleaded with him.
"That was different, son." Dad said. I didn't feel like being in the middle of one of these arguments. I walked over to mom in the living room. She sat down on the couch, motioning for me to sit down next to her.
"Remember not to mention anything your brother can do." She reminded me. I rolled my eyes.
"Mom, I'm ten years old! I know that! You don't have to remind me every single day." I told her. She gave me a hesitant look. I rolled my eyes again and grabbed my backpack before heading for the kitchen again.
"I'm sick of hanging in there. All I want to do is go through high school without being a total loser." Clark said as he walked out the door. I ran out after him, but sat down to wait on the porch steps. Clark was already running to catch his bus, which I knew he would miss. My bus came later than his, so I had a few minutes to spare. I watched as Clark indeed missed his bus and shot off with his super speed into the cornfield to catch up to it. I bit my lip. I always wondered how Clark got his super-speed. I had been swore to secrecy from the second I could talk and it just seemed like a normal part of my life now… My bus pulled up and I ran to get on, forgetting about Clark and everything besides school.
"Isn't it unusual? Clark should be home by now…" Mom was saying as she prepared to go to her class. I looked up from my homework.
"Maybe he just got the guts to talk to Lana… finally." I suggested in a teasing tone of voice.
"Be nice, Cynthia. Maybe-." Mom was interrupted by the ringing phone. Dad went to answer it. He talked for a minute and then ran to get his keys.
"What's the matter?" Mom asked, alarmed.
"Apparently Clark was in an accident on the bridge. I gotta go pick him up." He ran out the door without another word.
The second Clark walked in the door about an hour later, mom threw herself on him in a hug.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She checked him over even as he assured her that he was fine.
"Not a scratch on him, Martha. He's perfectly fine. In fact, he saved Lex Luthor's life… Apparently he dived in after Lex after he drove his car off the bridge and saved him." Dad told her. Clark backed out onto the porch again.
"I'll be in the barn." Mom and dad gave me a look that I took to mean they had something important to talk about that they didn't want me in the room for. I gathered my homework and stuck it into my backpack.
"I'll be in the barn too." I walked out, heading for the barn. The sun had already set, so I walked fast, as if there was some creature of the night waiting for me. I walked over to pat my horse's neck before skipping up the steps to Clark's loft. I was still jealous he got a loft and I didn't… He was looking out his telescope, seemingly deep in thought.
"You know that the stars are up in the sky, not at Lana's house." I said. He jumped and turned around.
"Jeez, Cynthia, don't do that!" He told me. I smiled over at him smugly; it was often I could sneak up on him without him knowing.
"So what are you doing? Watching Lana undress in her bedroom?" I teased. He shot me a look that was full of embarrassment more than warning.
"No… She's on her porch." He mumbled. I nodded.
"Sure… Whatever you need to tell yourself, Clark…" I told him. I laughed and ran down the stairs again.
I headed outside the next morning with Clark to begin our chores and we both stopped short when we saw a brand new red truck parked by the barn. Mom came out of the barn as Clark and I went over to look at it.
"Hey mom… Whose truck?" Clark asked.
"Yours. It's a gift from Lex Luthor." She responded, handing him a card. I felt my mouth drop open.
"'Dear Clark, drive safely. Always in your debt, the maniac in the Porsche.' I don't believe it. Where are the keys?" He asked excitedly.
"Your father has them." Clark's smile disappeared. We all knew he was no fan of the Luthors… Clark went off in search of dad while I headed into the barn to brush out my horse, Strider. Clark went to the back of the barn where dad was messing with a wood chipper. I focused on combing out a tangle in Strider's mane instead of what they were talking about. I heard the wood chipper turn on again.
"CLARK!" That got my attention. I dropped the brush and hurried over to them. Clark's arm was elbow deep in the wood-chipper. I gave a little scream. There was the sound of gears grinding and then Clark pulled his arm out. It was… perfectly fine. His sleeve was ripped to shreds but there was nothing wrong with arm. I ran over and turned his arm over, as if it would look mangled at another angle or something. Despite the fact that I was turning his arm over, Clark didn't even seem to notice I was there.
"I didn't dive in after Lex's car. It hit me at 60 miles an hour. Does that sound normal to you? I'd give anything to be normal."
"It's time, son…." We both looked over at dad.
"Time for what?" Clark asked.
"The truth… I want you to take a look at something. I think it's from your parents, your - your real parents." Dad said.
"Cynthia, I suppose you should hear this too… Clark,your real parents weren't exactly from around...here."
"Where are they from?" He asked. Dad hestited and then pointed up at the sky. I didn't get it. Clark was faster at realizing what was going on than me.
"What are you trying to tell me, Dad - that I'm from another planet? And I suppose you stashed my spaceship in the attic."
"Actually, it's in the storm cellar." Without another word, he led us down into the storm cellar. I had never been down here before; there had never been a big enough storm for us to go anywhere near it. Dad walked over to the middle of the cellar and pulled a sheet over something…. Alien. It was a solid rectangular, polished silver metal block with strange symbols around the edges.
"This is how you came into our world, son. It was the day of the meteor shower." Dad said.
"Wait. This is a joke, right? Why didn't you tell me about this before?" Clark asked. I decided it was best to stay silent; I didn't think I could form proper sentences in my state of shock anyway.
"We wanted to protect you." Dad said.
"Protect me from what? You should have told me!" Without another word, Clark super-sped out of the cellar.
"Clark. Clark!" Dad started calling. But he was already gone…
I sat in my room, door shut, with my head in my hands. Tears ran down my cheeks silently. How could I have not known this? And why didn't I suspected something like this either? I had grown up with him. It seemed… normal. But it wasn't. He was from another planet…
I was silent for the next couple days. People at school actually asked me if I had gone selectively mute. I guess I had… Clark's homecoming dance was that night and mom and dad were talking more to him than to me. Good… I didn't want to be talked to. I didn't want to messed with. Maybe one day the truth would actually seem right. Like I wasn't living in some kind of TV show…
"Mom, dad!" Clark called as he walked into the house. Despite the fact he hadn't called for me, I followed them downstairs.
"You know that kid that was the scarecrow at the high school twelve years ago?" He asked.
"Yeah… Jeremy something… He ended up in a coma, I think." Dad said. I really wasn't following this. I guess you had to have been through high school or read the news to know what Clark was talking about.
"Yep… Well, he came out of the coma and he tried to attack the school. And I used my powers to stop him! Don't worry, no one else saw!" He said. Okay, now I really wasn't following… He launched into this whole story about how he did it and then retreated to his loft. I stood alone by the counter. Well, Cynthia, welcome to your life with an alien as a brother…