UPDATE This is a Story I put on the site approximately 11 years ago, as a 12 year old kid. I just rediscovered my FanFiction profile and with a little free time on my hands, decided to finish the vision of my pre-pubescent self. This first chapter is just a fleshed out (and heavily edited) version of what I had originally put down those years ago. If I catch some traction, I would be happy to continue the story in the future. Without Further ado, The Fire Inside Me.

A/N There are two couples that I really intend on Fleshing out in this story which will be Clark/Chloe and Lois/OC. The OC character that I came up with so many years ago is based off of the fact that through my love of Smallville, Clark always seemed to be aloof and alone and seeking true understanding. That fact made me think that having a little brother to go through his struggles with him would develop him differently and potentially change him. Whether that change is for the better or worse, we will have to find out!

Prologue 1989

The Crows had done it again. Smallville may have been as small of a town as its namesake would have you believe, but when football season was in high gear you'd have a hard time telling anyone who lived there that.

An old pickup truck sputtered along one of Smallville's older country roads. Inside of the truck, one of the towns most popular power couple's, Jonathan and Martha Kent. Jonathan, an honest farmer with blonde hair that curled ever so slightly, had fallen for Martha and never looked back. Martha, the daughter of a wealthy man who did not think very much of her husband, had fallen just as hard for Jonathan.

Jonathan and Martha laughed with each other and talked more about the Crow's win. Suddenly, they heard a large crash behind them. "What's Happening Jonathan?" Martha shrieked. A meteor then came crashing down in front of them, causing the pickup to topple over.

Jonathan had lost his bearings, and he felt a trickle of blood stream down his head as hey lay upside down in his truck. His first instinct was to check on Martha, who was breathing but unconscious.

He attempted to rouse her. "Martha? Martha!"

"Huh, yes? Yes, Jonathan. I'm fine" she replied.

As Jonathan attempted to free himself and his wife from their safety belts he could hear the pitter- patter of tiny steps coming outside of the truck.

As he looked around, he saw a child approaching him. A little boy no more than the age of three years old walked over and peered into the truck. The boy had a mop of brown hair on his head and no clothing to speak of. After he freed himself and his wife, he approached the boy. Somehow amidst all the chaos, the boy didn't seem injured at all. Martha's maternal instincts kicked in and she bundled the boy up in a blanked from the truck. Jonathan then rolled his truck over the best he could, luckily causing it to fall back onto four wheels. He prayed it was still able to at least drive away from the crash site.

At that moment, Jonathan heard wailing and crying. He looked around. He surveyed the area and noticed a large fire a few hundred yards from where the truck was. As he approached it the crying loudened. Jonathan returned to the truck.

"Give me that blanket, Martha," he demanded.

"Why? What's going on?" she asked.

"I think there's another child out in the field somewhere. Its surrounded by some pretty thick fire but I'm going to try and get to it," he responded.

"Okay, but please be careful!" Martha replied back to him, her head still trying to wrap itself around the situation that was happening around her.

Jonathan approached the sounds of the cries once more. He wrapped the blanked around him, and after he found the spot where he believed the cries were loudest he jumped into them. Surprisingly the fire didn't seem to be hot at all. Just as strange, the fire seemed to be in a sort of ring around an infant boy. This one looked younger than the other and was unable to walk. Jonathan went to grab the boy, but upon touching him he felt his hand burn.

"Jesus!" Jonathan exclaimed. "I was just trying to help you out kid"

The infant giggled with enjoyment.

"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?"

The infant cooed at him. Suddenly, the flames surrounding them disappeared. An astonished Jonathan went to grab the child again and the child was cold to the touch.

"Today just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

Jonathan bundled up the infant and went back to his wife.

"Another one?" questioned Martha, who sound almost excited at not just one, but two children seemingly gifted to her rapidly growing family.

"Yes, I suppose it is another one," Jonathan replied in a slightly less excited tone.

"Let me just take a quick look around, you get these kids strapped in."

Jonathan then surveyed the area once more. He walked towards the direction the first child seemed to come from. As he walked, he could make out what looked to be something jutting out of the ground that was black and metallic. As he approached it he could tell that it was something that was not of his world, or at least not anything that he had ever seen on it.

"I'm not sure I'm in Kansas anymore." He muttered as he tried to determine the best way to get the craft onto the back of the truck.

He knew that he was in for a lot more today than he had expected.