A/N: In honor of the last few episodes ever of Smallville (I have been watching this season religiously for the past 10 years!), I am writing this fanfiction that has been rolling around in my head for the past few months. I hope you enjoy it! (I don't remember them ever saying which of Lois's and Chloe's parents were siblings, so in this Ellen Lane and Gabe Sullivan are brother and sister).

Prologue

Krypton

"But why Earth, Jor-El? They're primitives, thousands of years behind us." Lara said, gripping her only son to her breast.

"He will need that advantage to survive. Their atmosphere will... sustain him." Jor-El said, trying to keep himself from crying the tears that he was just holding at bay, but he had to be strong now, for their son.

"He will defy their gravity."

"He will look like one of them."

"He won't be one of them."

"No. His dense molecular structure will make him strong."

"He'll be odd. Different."

"He'll be fast. Virtually invulnerable."

"Isolated. Alone."

"He will never be alone," Jor-El said looking at the master crystal that he had just finished imprinting all of their civilization's knowledge, and himself, "He will never be alone."

Five Years Later, Smallville, Kansas

Lois Lane looked around her. Corn, all she could see was corn. She was riding the small pink bicycle that her daddy had given her before he left for the war. He said that when he came back they would take the training wheels off and he would teach her how to ride like a big girl.

But now that would never happen. A month ago, two men in military dress came to their house on post and told them that her daddy was never coming home.

So here she was, with her mommy and baby sister, Lucy, moving in to her Grandma and Grandpa Sullivan's dairy farm in Smallville, Kansas. It's not like she's never moved before, it seems like they were always moving from one post to another, but she had always been surrounded by other army brats and fit right in, but here, she could barely see the closest neighbor. A yellow house in a sea of corn.

So here she was riding down a road, tears streaming down her face, and she was totally lost! She had never gotten lost on post! She stopped, crying, looking around. She couldn't see anything over the corn, growing on both side of the road.

"Why are you crying?" A voice came out of nowhere.

Lois turned around, "What?" She then saw him. He looked about her age. He had black hair and blue eyes, they met eye to eye, "Who are you?"

"I'm Clark, are you okay?"

"I'm lost."

He held out his hand, "Come with me, my house is right over there, my mom will help."

Lois blushed a little bit as she hesitated for a moment, but then placed her hand in his and felt a little bit of a tingle, but not really understanding what she was feeling. She felt her fear disappeared as she followed this Clark through the tall stalks.

Two minutes later, they came out of the stalks to the bright yellow house that she has seen in the distance. "You live here?" She asked.

"Yup, Mom!" He yelled at the red haired woman standing on the porch.

"What is this?"

Martha Kent looked towards the sound of her son's voice, whom she and her husband had found in a cornfield only two years before. There he stood next to a little brown haired girl, holding her hand.

"She's lost." Clark said.

Martha smiles, and crouched down to the girl. "Who's your mom?"

"Ellen Lane. We're moving in with Gran and Poppop."

"And what's there last name, honey, can you remember?"

"Sullivan."

"Okay, honey, I know your grandparents, why don't you come inside, and we can call your family so that they'll know where you are." Martha let this new girl in hand, and led them into the house. "What's your name, honey?"

"Lois." She said in a small voice as they walked up the porch steps and into the house.

"Okay, Clark, why don't you take Lois into the playroom while I call her family."

"K' Mom!" Clark said, taking Lois's hand again, "Come on, check out the train set that my dad gave me for my birthday, it runs on it own and everything, dad says it used to be his when he was a kid!"

Lois's eyes brightened, "Cool!"

Martha smiled as she watched her son and her neighbor's granddaughter. She loved how her sweet son was so trusting and could make friends so easily. It was hard with how they had to keep him apart so that he didn't accidentally hurt someone. Pulling herself out of her deep thought, she picked up the phone and when she heard the 'Hello?' voice, she answered, "Hi, Anne, I believe that I have something of yours..."

From that day on Clark Kent and Lois Lane were best friends. Ellen Lane, and Martha and Jonathan Kent watched as their children were everlastingly attached at the hip. Not soon after Ellen had moved back in with her parents she had to take on a lot of the responsibilities of running her family farm when her father broke his leg in an accident and the doctor's said given his age of 65 and the severity of the break, he wouldn't be available to return to work for close to a year.

Six months after his accident, a year after Ellen, Lois and Lucy Lane moved in with Anne and Gabe Sullivan, Gabe was sitting on the porch, the closest his pestering wife would allow him to get to actual farm work, he watched his daughter with a smile and hoped that she decided that she would stay and that he would be able to pass the farm on to her. Too many of his friends had lost the farms due to bankruptcy and those left found that many of their children didn't want to farm. He had worked all his life on the land that his father and grandfather did. He knew that his own son wasn't interested in the land, but perhaps, just perhaps, his daughter will be.

Three years after Lois Lane's father's death, and they had moved to Smallville, Kansas, she was a happy little farm girl. Her grandfather said that this year she could have her own calf to take care of that she can show at the county fair. The calf was due in another month. She also had a best friend, Clark Kent. Her mom jokes that she spends more time at his house than her own.

One such day was a sunny May afternoon. The sun was out and the weather was warm enough for tee shirts and shorts. The two children took off to running around, playing tag, and then Lois suggested hide and go seek "Come find me!" she said, "And no peeking!"

Clark smiled as he watched Lois run off for a moment and then turned around and leaned against the oak tree in his front yard that was sporting new leaves, "One. Two. Three..." He counted. Once he reached 25, "Ready or not here I come!"

Clark searched for Lois, finally seeing where she went as he saw the storm cellar open a crack which was always kept tightly shut, "Lois?" He said, smiling as he walked down the stairs, "Where are you?"

After a minute, he saw her crouched in a dark corner, "Found you!" He said. But Lois didn't move. "What is it?"

"Look what I found!" Lois said. Clark looked where she was looking and saw a big shape that was covered by a very dirty canvas tarp. "It looks like a space ship!"

Clark laughed, "Right, my dad is hiding a space ship in the storm cellar!" He was curious, "Let's see what it is, might be something of my granddad's I heard that he loved to tinker!"

The two eight year olds pushed the tarp aside the nose, and couldn't decide what it was, but the closest thing to describe it was, Spaceship. "Whoa!" Was all that Clark could say, his mouth wide open. He touched it, and he heard the sound of air as the top popped open. The both looked inside, then Lois spotted something, a crystal and picked it up.

Clark watched amazed as the crystal glowed from within when Lois picked up the crystal. Clark reached forward and touched the crystal. At that moment all he could see was a bright white light that engulfed them and then the two children found themselves standing in the middle of snow.

The two children hugged each other, both from cold, being that they both only wore tee shirts, shorts and sneakers, and from fear, where are they?, they both thought. Clark looked down at the glowing green crystal in his hand. For a moment he could hear it speaking to him, it was telling him to throw the crystal as far as he could.

Clark drew a deep breath, explaining to Lois what he thought he had heard, "Then throw it! Lois said, "What's the worst that can happen?"

And so, Clark through the crystal as far as he could, and while he didn't have his full strength, it was far from an ordinary child's, and he and Lois watched as it hit the ice, and then dropped into the snow below. For a few agonizing moments nothing happened, but then the ground began to shake, as they watched in amazement as ice columns began to shoot out of the snow before them, until what stood before them was a glittering ice palace.

Lois and Clark made their way to the new fortress that had appeared before them. Clark wasn't that cold, but he could see that Lois was blue all over from the cold and he had to get her someplace warm. He was strong and faster than most, but he wouldn't know what direction to go in in this sea of white!

The moment they entered the large ice palace, even though they knew that it must be ice surrounding them, the weather was so much warmer. Clark sighed with release and said, "Hello?" Wondering to himself who did he think would answer, and how would they get home? How would he explain this to his parents?

"Look!" Lois said seeing what looked like a consul based on all the space movies she's ever seen, "Maybe that controls something that can send us home!"

Clark nodded, "It does look like it, look here, he said pointing at the clear white crystals, these look like the crystal that I though just before this was created."

Lois stood on her tiptoes, "Look at these tubes, maybe we need to put a crystal in a tube, and it'll read it like a DVD?"

"But which one?"

"I guess we pick them, these don't have any labels or anything on them!"

Standing on Clark's tiptoes, as the tubes reached over his head, he let a crystal fall into one of the tubes. Lois had been right, for then a shimmering light formed a light, and Clark held onto Lois hand tightly as it began to speak, "You do not remember me. I am Jor-El, I am your father. You are much younger that I thought you would be, only a child. By that reckoning, I will have been dead for many thousands of your years. The knowledge that I have matters, physical, and historic, I have given you fully on your voyage to your new home. These are important matters to be sure, but still matters of mere fact. There are questions to be asked and it is time for you to do so. Here in this fortress of solitude we shall try and find the answers together. So my son, speak. And you are not alone, what has happened my son?"

Clark looked at Lois, "We were playing and Lois found something in da- the storm cellar, when we found what looked like a space ship. Lois picked up a crystal. It started to glow and then when I touched it we ended up here. How do we get home?"

Just then, a female figure appeared next to the head, "My girl, the crystal woke to your touch?" Lois was shocked, and nodded. She watched in amazement as the two figures looked at each other, "You are indeed unusual." Lois watched as a crystal chamber appeared, "If you would stand in the chamber for a moment we can get a scan of your genetic make up to figure out how this happened."

Lois looked around at Clark who shrugged and said, "I guess it's okay."

While Lois walked toward the chamber, he turned back to the speaking head that said that he was Clark's father and not Jonathan Kent that he had always known as his father. "How can I be your son? My parents are Martha and Jonathan Kent!"

"Your name is Kal-El. You are the last survivor of a planet named Krypton. The planet was on the brink of destruction and we had to let you go in order to survive. It does my heart good to know that you have found such a loving family on earth. And such a good friend."

Lois was now back beside him and Jor-El continued. "The scan of Miss Lois indicated that she had a Kryptonian ancestor. The ancestor was probably about 700 years in the past based on the minor genetic tracker indicated in your genetic scan. That makes sense as there were a few Kryptonian scientists and sociologist who visited earth during that period of time."

Lois and Clark looked at each other utterly confused as the transparent head, who might as well be the ghost of Jor-El, use words that they had no idea of what it meant, Clark interrupted it, "What does that mean?"

The female, who identified herself as Lara, answered, "Your friend's kryptonian DNA traits were recessive, but they have been activated when she touched the crystal. This might not have happened, but because of your youth you are still growing and developing. You will have powers greater than normal humans, but not close to Clarks."

"I'll be able to run like Clark?" Lois asked, "He's fast!"

Lara smiled, "Among other things. You will both return in 10 years to begin your training. But for now, you two must be returned to your home. I will send you home, you will give this crystal," she handed it to Clark, "Give this to your mother, and you will both go to sleep. When you awake you will believe this is all a dream until it is time for your to remember. Until then my darlings..." Jor-El and Lara watched as the two children disappeared. Lara smiled to herself. Her biggest fear that her son would be forever alone was remedied. In that girl she saw a friendship that would turn to true love as they came of age, and because of her newly activated Kryptonian genes, she would be capable of helping Kal-El in his mission into adulthood and perhaps even bear him children. She could already see a feeling of peace in her son around that girl, and that was the beginning of something great that she had known with her husband that now were only memories. For all she and Kal-El were now, were their memories. And they would wait, wait for their son to be ready to return and learn of his true potential.

TBC...

A/N: Hope you like this, the next chapter we'll get some scenes of the two growing up from pre-teen to high school age until they are ready to remember again. (with the thing with Lois and Kryptonian DNA, I was thinking that she had an ansestor from back during the 1300s in Scotland... (Robert the Bruce era that was very chaotic and I could see an advanced society coming to study the dark ages of Europe!)