Summary: When Clark loses his powers in an accident, how long will it last? Will he get them back in time to help himself and his dog, Shelby; Escape from Fire Lake.
Clark Kent was twelve years old with a brother for a hero, beinging in the Air Force, Clark's brother was often away from home, but when he was home they had the best of times.Until one day---
now believing his brother is missing in action,Clark find's his detective skills, hoping to one day fine his brother.
Making their club house out of his family's barn loft, Clark joins three friends in solving their small town's not so small mysteries.
Together they are the Smallville detectives.
Escape from Fire Lake
Chapter One
The accident
Fifteen year old Clark Kent was up to his normal after school routine; getting his chores done as fast as he could.
Clark was a blur as he super sped from one task to the next while his dog, Shelby, stood next to the hay trailer and watched his master zoom around. Clark was in the middle of feeding the cattle when his mother called to him.
"Clark supper is ready!" Martha Kent called from the house.
"Ok I'll be right there mom!" Clark called as he through the last bit of hay over for the cattle.
Clark grabbed his jacket from the post were he had put it and then walked over toward the trailer were Shelby was waiting for him. Just then the ground gave away under him, and he was falling head over heels into a small pit, but as he hit the ground it felt to him as if he had fallen a hundred feet and broken every bone in his body.
"What is going on? Why am I hurting? Wait a minute, oh no." Clark thought as he thought of the only thing that could make him like this.
Clark was laying on his stomach, and he could feel the dirt under him move with him as he slowly and painfully pushed himself onto his back. He looked around in horror; the small pit was full of green glowing meteor rocks.
"Oh this is great, just great," Clark said through clenched teeth.
"Clark noticed a yellow glow in with the green, and followed the glow with his eyes to see were it came from and noticed that it was coming from a rock, a rock that was yellow. A whimper from Shelby made Clark look up at him.
"Shelby----go---get—dad," Clark managed to say before the pain over took him and he was back to clenching his teeth and focusing on staying conscious.
Shelby was a very smart dog and he knew his master was in trouble, he also knew were he could get help. The farm house.
Shelby ran as fast as his four legs would carry him, as he reached the house he went to the back and nosed his way through the screen door and went straight to the kitchen and started barking at Martha and Jonathan as they were putting food on the table.
"Well hi there Shelby, do you want some too," asked Martha as she put some extra meat into Shelby's dish that was right behind Clark's chair.
Shelby was hungry but his master came first, he ignored the food and went right on barking.
"Shelby, what's wrong boy? Wait a minute, where's Clark?" Jonathan asked looking at Martha.
"I called him in ten minutes ago, he said he would be right in," said Martha now very worried.
"What is it Shelby? Is it Clark?" Jonathan asked looking at the dog.
Shelby went to the door then came back and took Jonathan's sleeve and pulled him toward the door.
"Jonathan, he wants us to follow him," said Martha.
"Ok Shelby, ok we'll follow you," said Jonathan as Shelby let go of his arm and started running, Jonathan and Martha had to run to keep up.
Soon they came to were their son had been feeding the cattle. This is where Shelby stopped, and started barking.
Jonathan and Martha looked around but they did not see Clark any where.
"Shelby were is he, where is Clark," Jonathan asked again.
Just then a voice that sounded close and yet far away came to their ears.
"Shelby? DAD?" Clark called as best he could.
"Clark were are you," Martha called as her worry grew from the sound of his voice.
"I'm down here mom," Clark said through clenched teeth.
"Clark what happened?" Jonathan asked as they found the hole.
"It just gave away, dad I'm surrounded by meteor rocks, I can't move," Clark said wincing in pain.
"Hold on son, we will get you out of there," said Jonathan already sliding down the side of the pit.
"Be careful Jonathan," Martha called from up top.
"Alright son, you put your arms around my neck, there, now you need to hold on by yourself so I have both my hands to climb with, ok here we go," said Jonathan as he started to climb back up the small hill.
Clark started to feel better as his mother helped pull him out as his father handed him off as they reached the top, as soon as he was on the ground Shelby was by him licking his face.
"It's alright Shelby, I'm ok," Clark said as he watched his hand go back to normal, he still didn't feel like himself, he didn't feel normal.
"Clark, are you alright?" Martha asked kneeling beside him.
"I'm alright mom, thanks for the lift dad," Clark said as Shelby licked him again.
"No problem, you can help adjust my back later," said Jonathan with a smile.
"Very funny," said Clark as Shelby gave him another lick.
"Do you want to get back to the house or do you want to stay here and get covered in dog slobber," said Martha.
"Let's head back to the house," said Clark as he started to push himself up.
His father put out his hand and Clark grabbed it and as his father helped him up Clark's free hand went to his side.
"What's the matter son," Jonathan asked noticing his son's sudden movement.
"Oh nothing I was just making sure my compass didn't fall out when I fell, it didn't," said Clark seeing the relief on his father's face he had to smile.
The compass had belonged to Jonathan's father, Jonathan had gotten it when he had turned twelve, and he had given it to his oldest son on his twelfth birthday, and he had given it to Clark on his twelfth birthday, three days before went off to war. Along with the compass Clark had received a pocket bible from his brother. Clark always carried both of them.
As soon as Clark was up he checked his back pocket and sighed with relief as he felt the hard leather of his pocket bible.
"Ok, you're sure you're alright," said Martha again as they started for the house.
"Mom I'll prove it to you," said Clark as he walked toward the hay trailer.
He put his hands under the trailer and lifted-nothing happened. He did it again—nothing.
"Clark what's going on?" Jonathan asked now worried.
"I don't know dad it's like I lost all of my strength," said Clark looking confused.
"You see, you're--,"But Martha didn't get to finish her sentence before Clark interrupted her.
"I'll super speed," Clark said as he started running, he could not even get up to a jog; he stopped in the middle of the field.
"Clark are you alright?" Jonathan asked as they caught up to him.
"My speed's gone too," said Clark as he looked at his parents.
This could not be happening, but it was, Clark Kent had lost all of his powers. Clark Kent was normal.
T.B.C.
what do you think? Should I keep going?