This my friends is a test run of my new Smallville Fanfic... let me know what you think yeah?
I may or may not continue it, but it depends on any reviews you give me :D
After they had me, my parents found out that they couldn't have any more kids... it devastated mom, but dad seemed quite happy having just one. It was obvious to me however, even at a young age, that dad would have preferred to have a boy. As soon as I was old enough he had me tossing a football with him, playing catch and learning how to do all the things a man would teach a son. That was one of the biggest differences between me and my best friend, Lana Lang.
The day of the meteor shower... everything changed.
"Abracadabra!" Lana giggled as she waved her wand towards us as we entered the flower shop her mom owned. Her aunty Nell was looking after her.
"Afternoon Nell," dad greeted as I skipped alongside him, Lana grinned at the sight of me and hopped off the counter to hug me.
"Jonathan!... and Martha." Nell greeted as Lana and I giggled together, she was showing off her dress... a big contrast to my baggy jeans and Crows jersey. "What a surprise. What brings the reclusive Kent's to town?"
"Tulips," I answered loudly making everyone look at me, "Red ones."
"How about tiger orchids?" Nell suggested to dad making me pout pathetically.
"No thanks Nell," dad grinned, "Izzy has her heart set on Tulips."
"Yes. Well, they are a very uncomplicated flower," the woman muttered making me frown slightly before turning away from the woman, never did like her.
"That is a beautiful dress, Lana," mom commented to my friend, "Are you a princess?"
"I'm a fairy princess," she replied making me grin as dad and mom talked to Nell again. "Do you want to make a wish?" She asked me.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I grinned widely as I hopped up and down.
"Okay, ready?" She questioned with her wand poised I thought really, really hard before nodding. "Abracadabra!"
With that dad had scooped me into his arms and indicated we were leaving making me wave to Lana before clinging my arms around dad's neck. "What did you wish for?" he asked me making me smile and shrug.
"Can't tell or it won't come true," I countered with a giggle before resting my head on his shoulder.
"Looks like Smallville won again," Mom commented as she smelt the flowers they'd bought.
Once I was strapped into the middle of the back seat of the car we were on our way. With a little stubbornness however, I pulled my seatbelt off and got to my knees to look out the back window like always. A horrific sight met my eyes though, there were balls of fire falling from the sky heading straight for Smallville. With a loud bang something landed in the field beside us making dad swerve the car before breaking harshly... I could feel my body flying backwards towards the front of the car before the sound of breaking glass filled the air around me and it felt like I was flying.
The next few minutes were a blur; I'd pulled myself up from where I'd landed in a ditch full of green stones before I walked towards a boy my age, he was looking at mom and dad who were pulling themselves from the flipped car. "Daddy, Mommy?" I asked curiously making her look at me as dad pulled me into his arms once he was on his feet. "Little boy's naked."
Mom retrieved a blanket from the car and wrapped the naked boy up in it before she pulled him up into her arms. "Kids don't just fall out of the sky," Dad commented as we walked through the fields looking for the boy's parents.
"Then where did he come from?" Mom asked him.
"He's what I wished for," I commented making the two look at me, I smiled widely at the boy who returned it, "I wished for a brother."
"He must have parents," dad carried on making me pout only he'd come to a stop and I turned my head to see what he was looking at.
There was a big metal thing in a ditch that looked like it had fallen with the fireballs, "Well, if he does, they're definitely not from Kansas," mom commented quietly as dad put me on my feet mom did the same with the boy.
"Hi," I chirruped at him as mom and dad talked making him turn to me as I walked over to him. Another smile crossed his face as he held the blanket around himself and I smiled widely back before throwing my arms around him in a hug.
"Izzy honey, we can't keep him," dad sighed as he saw what I was doing. "What are we going to tell people – we found him out in a field?"
"We didn't find him," I whined making them look at me, "He found us."
It was a few years later, that my new strangeness started to show. I had been swinging from the branch of the tree in the front yard, just hanging by my legs when I fell, the sound of a loud crack filling the yard making dad spin around fromwhere he'd been fixing the tractor engine.
"Izzy!" he shouted in a panic as I groaned from where I lay, cradling my arm in my hand as mom and Clark ran from the house at the sound of his shout. "Oh my god, your arm."
"I'm okay daddy," I muttered as I held it to my chest, not letting him look at it. He didn't listen though, he took my arm in his hand and looked it over.
As all four of us watched, the odd shape of the bone, that was clearly broken, snapped itself the right way around making me yelp. The skin that had broken seemed to stitch itself back up, and the dark bruise faded. "What just happened?" Mom asked in shock as I grinned widely.
"I HAVE SUPERPOWERS!" I yelped in excitement as Clark grinned at me... I hopped to my feet quickly and flung myself at him making him hug me and spin me around. "We're awesome!" The two of us carried on bouncing around, completely unaware of the shocked and worried looks mom and dad were sharing.
It wasn't long after that, that dad had a talk with us about making sure other people never knew about our powers. It sounded smart, well, now it started smart, back then I just wanted to tell everyone I had superpowers so that I could be a superhero. He kept at it though, and I kept quiet, Clark kept quiet and by the time we were in high school and I'd filled my brain with every comic book in the Marvel collection, I realised that if people knew what I could do, my life would never be normal again.
***Freshman Year (9th Grade)***
"Clark's still in bed," I called behind me as I headed to the front door, "I'm going to school!"
"Have a nice day honey!" Mom shouted after me as I shut the door behind me and made my way down the yard to where the bus was going to stop. Once it was there, I hopped up and sent a grin towards Chloe and Pete who grinned as I slid into the seat next to Chloe.
"I got five for the both of you, says he doesn't make it," I smirked at the two of them making them swap a look before nodding, we shook hands.
"No way," Chloe muttered a few minutes later, I followed her gaze as the doors closed and the driver started the bus back up.
"I told you," I smirked at them as they each handed me a five.
"I can't believe you bet against your brother," Pete laughed slightly.
"Statistical fact number 12," I smirked at him, "If Clark moved any slower he'd be going backwards." As I said it though, a loud thump sounded on the roof of the bus making me frown up at it before clearing the expression off of my face and passing it off as me leaning my head against the back of the seat.
"Did you hear that?" Chloe asked in shock making me shake my head.
"So, has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" Pete asked us suddenly making me look at him.
"Not yet," Chloe shrugged, "Izzy?"
"A few of the jock straps," I replied, "Said no, though." She sent me a shocked look making me shrug slightly, "What?"
"You got asked, and you said no?" she confirmed making me smirk and nod, "Why?"
"They're all assholes," I replied simply. "If nothing pans out with you-know-who, you guys should go to..."
"Iz, do you want to make a commercial break from the soap opera in your head?" Chloe interrupted, "I've told you 100 times, I'm not interested in Clark."
"You're vehement denial has been duly noted," Pete smirked making me grin at him as the bus pulled to a stop. Grabbing my bag I made my way off of it and elbowed Pete in the side pointedly.
"Well, Izzy's right. Maybe you and I could go together, I mean, not a date-date thing, more of a friend-friend thing." Pete asked Chloe as we moved to our usual spot on the wall to wait for Clark.
Chloe looked surprised, but as she opened her mouth to reply, "Hi guys!" Clark was behind us, making me smirk at him as I tilted my head back.
"Hi bro," I smirked at him.
"You left me in bed," he accused, "You could have woken me up."
"If I did, I'd be short ten bucks," I shrugged at him with a smirk.
"Didn't you... weren't you...?" Chloe stuttered in shock.
"I took a shortcut," he shrugged making me suppress a smirk, nice cover.
"Through what? A black hole?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah there's one on Messer's field," I smirked at her, "Didn't you know that?" Chloe glared at me slightly as I pulled tongues at her.
"Clark, excuse out intrepid reporter," Pete interrupted what was going to be an argument, "Seems as though her weirdar is on Def Con 5."
"Yeah she thought something was attacking the bus," I grinned widely.
"Okay, just because everyone else chooses to ignore the strange things that happen in this leafy little hamlet, doesn't mean they don't happen," Chloe defended herself making me smirk again.
"Chloe I'd love to hang with you and Scooby in the Mystery Machine," I smirked at her, "But I gotta go convince Lana not to make me join the Pompom League."
"She wants you to join the squad?" Pete laughed slightly making me smirk and nod before I walked away from them to where Lana was talking to the rest of the pep squad.
"Lanaaa," I whined as I walked up to them, the girls smiled in greeting but it was obvious I wasn't very liked by the others.
"Izzy," she whined back making me grin widely before hugging her, "You have your permission slip?"
"I have it but I wanted to talk to you," I pouted pathetically making her roll her eyes and nod before walking away from the girls with me. "Lana, you're a Pompom and I love you. But if I join I can't exactly go around making remarks about you guys anymore and you know how much I'd miss that." She frowned at me and arched an eyebrow. "What I'm getting at is..."
"You don't want to be a cheerleader," she finished for me, looking disappointed, "Izzy you said that you'd join so we could have practice together and go to pep rallies and..."
"And be in the same social circle, yeah," I nodded. "But can you really see me hanging out with those Barbie Dolls? I'd fit in more with Whitney and the Jockstraps." She sighed and nodded, "You're still my best friend Lana... you're my girl remember?"
"Yeah," she smiled brightly before hugging me again, "We'll make time for each other, right?"
"Right," I nodded in confirmation, "You couldn't get rid of me if you tried baby girl."
"Good thing I like having you around," she smirked at me as I gave her a cheesy grin, "My life would be boring without you Iz."
"I know," I told her with a nod before someone face planted behind me making me turn to see Clark making me chuckle. "You okay down there bro?"
"Yeah," he groaned as he pushed himself up, I helped him onto the low wall as Lana picked his books up for him.
"Nietzche," She read the author of the book, "didn't realise you had a dark side, Clark."
"Doesn't everybody?" Clark smile weakly making me glance at the necklace around Lana's neck... it was obviously meteor rock.
"Yeah, I guess so," Lana smiled at him, "So what are you? Man or Superman?"
"I uh..." he started, embarrassed.
"Clark here hasn't figured that out yet," I answered for him, "Right bro?" He nodded in agreement as he sent me a thankful look.
"Lana!" Whitney was suddenly walking up to us, "There you are. Hey Izzy, Clark." We nodded and he turned to me with a grin. "I was wondering if you could do me a huge favour."
"Now that depends on what it is," I smirked at him as Lana grinned at me, knowing I was teasing him.
"Could you check my English paper?" he asked hopefully, "I didn't finish it until 2 this morning. I'm not too sure about the ending."
"I'm sure it's great," Lana soothed him as he gave me a wide eyed pout.
"Sure," I nodded making him grin before hugging me, his gaze landed on Clark again.
"Dude, are you feeling all right?" he asked him curiously, "You look like you're about to hurl."
"I'm fine," Clark bit out making Whitney grin as he led Lana and me away.
"Hey Clark!" I turned in time to see him toss a book at my brother, "You forgot one." Clark dropped all the books in his arms making me scowl darkly at Whitney.
"Really?" I growled at him as he grinned triumphantly.
"It was an accident," he tried to defend.
"Check your own damn paper," I growled at him before making my way back over to Clark to help him collect everything up. Once Lana and Whitney were a bit further away Clark was himself again.
"You didn't have to do that," he told me, "You're popular... you should just go with it."
"And leave my brother in the background?" I smirked at him, "I don't think so." He smiled brightly making me smile back widely.
The rest of my day went pretty much as usual, which is more than I can say for Clark... or Pete for that matter. Pete made the football team! Shocker! Clark, well dad made sure Clark couldn't try out so he didn't. Clark however, saved a millionaire's life instead.
I was at home already when the phone went making me grab it as I stirred the chilly in the pan, "Kent residence," I answered politely.
"Is this the parent or guardian of Clark Kent?" a voice on the other side asked.
"This is his sister," I replied, "My parents are out at the moment."
"Well, I need someone to come and collect Clark, there was an accident," the man told me and I panicked, asking him where.
Five minutes later I pulled up in the neighbour's truck and hopped out before running to where Clark was sat on the back of an ambulance with a towel around his shoulders. "Clark, are you okay?" I yelped at him as I ran over.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he nodded simply as I hugged him, "Where's dad?"
"He's at the market with mom," I replied, "I borrowed Nell's truck. Who the hell was the maniac that was driving the car?"
"That would be me," A smooth voice replied making me turn, "Lex Luthor."
I frowned at the man, "Well I'm Isabelle Kent this is my brother, Clark." I told him
"Thanks for saving my life," Lex smiled at Clark as I looked between the two.
"I'm sure you would have done the same thing," Clark smiled back making me frown, I wasn't too sure.
"You have quite an extraordinary brother there, Miss Kent," Lex told me, "If there's any way I can repay you..."
"Drive slower," I snapped at him before leading Clark away to the truck, tossing a scowl over my shoulder to the millionaire.
"I've never seen you being rude to anyone before," Clark commented as I drove us home.
"Yeah well, I wasn't nearly killed," he told me making me roll my eyes at him.
"Technicality," I shrugged making him chuckle and shove me slightly.
"What happened?" Dad demanded as we walked into the house after dropping the truck off at Nell's.
"Clark will tell you everything," I replied with a grin before heading to the loft in the barn.
"Mom! Who's truck?" I yelled as Clark and I stood at the door the next day.
"Clark's," she replied, "From Lex Luthor!" I grinned at Clark before running over and grabbing the note on the windscreen.
"Dear Clark," I read aloud, "Drive safely. Always in your debt. A maniac in a Porsche."
"I don't believe it," Clark grinned as mom walked over to us, "Where are the keys?"
"Your father has them," she replied making me groan slightly and swap a look with Clark. We both turned to make our way to dad who was shredding some wood in the chipper.
"I know how much you want it, son," Dad commented as soon as he saw us, "But you can't keep it."
"Why not?" I complained.
"I saved the guy's life," Clark added.
"So you think you deserve a prize?" Dad accused.
"That's not what I meant," Clark groaned, "Look, how about you drive the new one and I'll drive the old one? Everybody wins!"
"This is not about winning, Clark," Dad told him.
"Dad it's not like the Luthor's can't afford it," I attempted.
"Do you want to know why that is?" Dad snapped, "Do you remember, Mr Bell?" I nodded, "We used to go fishing on his property? How about Mr Guy? He used to send us pumpkins every Halloween." I glanced at Clark who was frowning slightly, "Well, Lionel Luthor promised to cut them in on a deal. He sent them flashy gifts. Only once they sold him their property, he went back on his word. He had them evicted."
"You're judging Lex on his father?" I pointed out.
"No, I'm not," he replied, "I just want to make sure you know where the money came from that bought that truck." I practically pouted, it wasn't even my truck. "I know you're upset. But it's normal..."
"Normal?" Clark snapped as I glared at the floor, "How about this? Is this normal?" I watched as he turned the chipper back on and threw his fist into it. Dad panicked obviously, but when he pulled Clark's arm out it was only his shirt and the chipper that was damaged. "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."
"Completely agree," I grimaced making Clark turn to me and drape his arm around my shoulders.
"It's time, son," Dad told Clark making us both look up at him.
"Time for what?" Clark snarled slightly.
"The truth," dad replied. "I want you to take a look at something. I think it's from your parents. Your... real parents." He handed over a small metal octagon thing that had strange markings on it.
"What does it say?" I asked curiously. "I tried to decipher it for years but it's not written in any language known to man."
"What do you mean?" Clark asked as he looked up at dad.
"Your real parents weren't exactly from around... here," Dad replied hesitantly making me frown as I thought back to the first time I met Clark... only my mind didn't let me go back that far.
"Where are they from?" Clark asked and Dad glanced up making my jaw drop, "What are you trying to tell me, dad? That I'm from another planet?"
"I suppose you stash his spaceship in the attic?" I asked sarcastically.
"Actually," Dad smiled, "the Storm Cellar." My jaw dropped open again as I turned to Clark who was giving me a shocked look.
"Show us," I demanded and dad led us to the storm cellar. Once inside my gaze dropped on a strange metal thing that I took as a spaceship.
"This is how you came into our world," Dad told him, "It was the day of the meteor shower." My eyes widened in realisation.
"Wait, this is a joke, right?" Clark asked hopefully, "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"We wanted to protect you," Dad replied.
"Protect me from what?" he yelled, "You should have told me!" He turned to me, "Did you know?" I backed off slightly, frowning in confusion. "Izzy!" I shook my head hastily and he threw his arms in the air before super speeding away.
"Dad..." I muttered once he stopped shouting after him, he turned to me. "Clark's an alien? So what about me?" He frowned in thought, "I can do things that normal people can't, why?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly making me glare at the floor, "I think it has something to do with the meteor rocks you landed in when we crashed." Biting my lip I sighed and nodded before walking out, dad called me back, but like Clark I carried on going... only I didn't have super speed like him.
Walking through the town, I kicked at a stone ignoring the people who gave me curious looks as I passed them. Smallville was, for want of a better word, small... we all knew each other, but that didn't mean we all liked each other. Anyway, people were used to me practically bouncing off the walls, laughing and grinning no matter what, me walking down the street by myself, frowning in thought wasn't really normal.
"Hey, Izzy!" A voice called making me stop and turn to see one of the football jocks, Sean Kelvin. I smiled faintly and waited for him to catch up. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I lied with a smile, he seemed to buy it. "What's up?"
"I wanted to ask you something," he replied making me arch an eyebrow but nod for him to continue as we carried on walking down the street. "Uh, do you have a date for the dance?" I shook my head, "Do you, uh, want to go with me?"
"Look, Sean," I stopped and turned to him, "You're a great guy, don't get me wrong. But... I don't think that's a great idea."
"Why?" he asked curiously making me bite at my lip and look across the street for an excuse. Only, Whitney happened to be over there, getting out of his truck. "Oh." My eyes widened and I shook my head.
"No, not that," I tried to defend myself as he grinned.
"No, I get it," he smirked, "You're into Whitney. You realise he's going out with your best friend."
"I'm not..." I started but Whitney had jogged across the street to join us.
"Hey," he grinned, "You guys are the least likely people I know to be hanging out." I offered him a strained smile with a small shrug.
"We were talking about the dance," Sean replied and Whitney smirked and arched an eyebrow.
"You guys are going together?" he asked curiously as I glanced up at Sean who opened his mouth to say no.
"Yeah," I interrupted making both heads snap in my direction. I smiled fakely but brightly as I slipped my hand into Sean's. "He just asked me, and I said yes."
"Great," Whitney grinned widely, "I'm picking Lana up at seven, so why don't we carpool?" Sean gave me a once over before nodding.
"Yeah, sounds good," he nodded with a smirk as he took his hand from mine and draped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about that thing," Whitney told Sean, making me suppress an eye roll.
"I'll leave you guys too it," I smiled fakely again, before walking off, once I was far enough from them I rolled my eyes and huffed before pulling my phone out and dialling Lana.
"Hey! What's up?" she asked in shock, I didn't usually call, I usually texted.
"I need to talk, like, now," I replied simply making her giggle slightly.
"Well I'll be home in five if you want to come over." She told me
"I'll be there," I replied before putting my phone away and picking up the pace to a jog towards the empty roads headed to our farms. To my surprise, a jog/ run that usually took me twenty minutes took me less than five and I skid to a halt with a wide grin. New Power!
"Hey!" Lana smiled at me in greeting as I met her walking up her porch steps, "Are you okay?"
"I think I just made a big mistake," I replied honestly making her frown.
"YO!" I greeted Clark, Chloe and Pete the next day as I walked to the office for the school paper they all looked concerned making me arch an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" Chloe handed me a piece of paper with two pictures on it, "Who's this?"
"His name is Jeremy Creek," she replied, "This is a picture of his twelve years ago," she pointed at the left one, "And this is one took four hours ago."
"No way," I muttered as I looked at them, he hadn't aged a day. "That's not possible. He'd be like 26 or something." I looked up at Clark.
"She's right, it must just be a kid that looks like him," Clark suggested.
"My money was on the evil twin theory," Pete suggested, "till we checked the missing persons."
"Jeremy disappeared from the state infirmary a few days ago," Chloe handed me the paper for that too. "He's been in a coma for twelve years. They say he's suffered from massive electrolyte imbalance."
"That's why he hasn't aged a day," Pete added making me arch an eyebrow as I read the paper.
"So you're telling us he just woke up," Clark asked them curiously.
"Well, no, there was a huge electrical storm," Chloe explained, "And the hospital generator went down, and when it came back on, Jeremy was gone."
"So it charged him up..." I started as I looked at them.
"Like a Duracell," Pete nodded.
"And now he's back in Smallville, putting former jocks in comas," Clark commented, "Why?"
"Let me guess," I smirked making them look at me, "Twelve years ago... did Jeremy happen to be the Scarecrow?" Pete nodded as I looked at the other article, "Comatose boy found in field twenty yards from meteor strike."
"The exposure to the blast must have done something to his body," Chloe nodded to me.
"No, this can't be right," Clark argued.
"I think you should show them," Pete turned to Chloe making me frown.
"Show us what?" I asked curiously making her smiled and move to the back of the room where she pulled a curtain aside. There was a wall covered in articles and photos.
"It started out as a scrapbook, and just kind of mutated," Chloe told us as I pulled a picture off the wall. It was the front of a Time Magazine issue.
"Lana," I muttered as I looked at it. She was in her fairy princess costume, crying after what happened to her parents.
"I call it the Wall of Weird," Chloe told us happily. "It's everything bizarre and unexplained that's happened in Smallville since the meteor shower." I frowned slightly. "That's when it started – when the town went schizo."
I couldn't help it, I glanced up at Clark who looked devastated, "What do you think?" she asked us.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Clark demanded as I looked back at the photo of Lana.
"Do you tell me everything that happens in your life?" She snapped back, "We all keep secrets, Clark."
"Lana," his eyes landed on the paper in my hand, "My fault. It's all, my fault."
"Clark," I started, but he had already stormed out of the room making me stop and turn back to the other two. I handed Chloe the picture back and headed out myself.
I didn't see Clark for the rest of the day, or at the dance that night either, the only reason I actually went was because Lana told me I wasn't allowed to stand Sean up. At the end of it we walked out, Whitney's arms around her waist as Sean had his arm around my shoulders. Only, when we got to the parking lot, a broad grin spread across my face.
"Who did this to my truck?" Whitney demanded as I smirked at the sight of, all the jock trucks piled one on top of the other. Let's just say, Whitney was pissed.
"Oh I am so glad I didn't bring my truck," Sean commented making me smirk slightly up at him.
"Blue Chevy right?" I asked him making him nod, "It's there." He looked up and his smirk dropped at the sight of his truck in the middle. "I'm gonna go get a ride with Pete and Chloe, I'll see you lot later."
"I'll come with," Lana giggled making me grin before leading her off towards Pete and Chloe who were laughing their asses off.