Title: What A Wonderful World
Chapter: (1) Turned Upside Down
Summary: Happens during Exodus, right after the whole explosion thing, and Martha ends up in the hospital without the baby. Clark's devastated, but before he leaves for Metropolis he makes a wish, and that wish changes everything.
Disclaimer: Part of the dialogue from the first chapter belongs to the Warner Brothers, and whoever owns Smallville. Not mine!
A/N: This is the first time I've actually written a Smallville fic, so yeah, if you're gonna review, be kinda. Also, please 'pretend' that this happens somewhere around Christmas... thanks
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I see trees of green, red roses too...
I see them bloom for me and you...
And I think to myself, What a Wonderful World...
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"Clark? I've been looking all over for you. I heard what happened," Pete said as he entered the torch.
"What, are you here to tell me I screwed up in some major way?" Clark asked as he continued to pull out drawers, searching.
"No. Hey, listen, I'm sorry and I want to help." Pete stated, but Clark shook his head.
"It's too late for that, Pete. No one can help me now." Clark whispered as he moved on to another desk, and continued to search frantically.
"Clark, what are you looking for?"
"I know Chloe kept one of those red Kryptonite rings around here somewhere." Clark explained, continuing to search.
"Yeah, well, what do you want it for? You know what it does to you."
"Yeah. It makes me feel better."
"That's not the answer, Clark!" Pete exclaimed; slamming his fist downwards onto a nearby desk.
"I saw Lana. I heard what happened to your mom's baby. Clark, you need to talk to your folks."
"I did talk to my parents, Pete!" Clark turned to face Pete. "You should have seen the way my dad looked at me. It was like I was an alien. If I'd have done what I should've in the beginning, none of this would have happened."
Clark sighs, and looks down at the floor, as he does, he notices a small ring box under the desk among the other things he had emptied out of the drawer. He knelt down to pick it up, and opens it, revealing the red Kryptonite class ring. He starts to leave and Pete stops him.
"Clark, don't do it. When you put that ring on, you're not yourself."
"Exactly what I don't want to be right now, Pete."
Clark pushes Pete out of the way and walks out the door.
"Clark!" Pete shouted, but it was too late. Clark was gone.
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"Why is it always me?" Clark asked himself as he pulled a leather jacket out of his closet.
"First I find out I'm an alien, then I find out I'm an alien who's supposed to rule the world, then I cause my mom to lose her baby... he was right, I am hurting everyone that's close to me..."
"Sometimes, I wish I hadn't arrived at Earth... I wish the meteor rocks never hit Smallville... I wish none of this would've happened..." Clark whispered to himself, pulling his jacket on, his hands shaking as he did.
"That way, everyone would be happier," Clark stated as he turned around, preparing to leave, when suddenly...
WHAM!
Clark fell to his knees in pain, as a blur of powerful energy flowed through him.
"What happened?" Clark asked, coughing as he did. For some reason, he felt weak.
After checking to make sure he was still in one piece, he pulled the ring box out of his pocket, and opened it, expecting to see the ring inside; but to his shock, the red Kryptonite ring wasn't there. Instead, it was replaced with a green meteor rock.
"Ahhh!" Clark gasped, as he dropped the ring box to the ground.
He tried to move away from the ring, but to his disbelief, the meteor rock followed him, it was as if something—or someone, was controlling it.
"No!" Clark hissed in pain as the meteor rock suddenly floated up into the air, and zoomed towards his direction.
He ducked to avoid being impelled by the rock, and behind him, one of his beloved possessions was destroyed.
"Got to get out of here," Clark said, getting to his feet, and running towards the door.
But the door slammed shut before he could reach it; he tried to open it, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't open. Clark turned around to see if the meteor rock was still 'following' him. It was.
Floating in midair, around seven feet away from him, was the rock; inching closer and closer with each passing second.
"Damn it!" Clark howled as he slammed himself at his door, trying to break through it.
After his second try, he succeeded. Crashing to the ground, and destroying his door in the process, Clark managed to pull himself a few inches away from the meteor rock.
"No..." Clark whispered in pain as the rock moved closer and closer.
Looking down towards his hand, he could see his veins were becoming more and more visible.
"Please... someone help me..." Clark gasped, as the rock reached his face.
The rock moved away from him slightly, before flying forward, and colliding with his left cheek, burning into his skin.
"Ahh!" Clark screamed, absolutely powerless.
The rock floated away, and Clark gasped for air. Blood was streaming down his cheek, and if Clark had looked in a mirror at that moment, it would look as if a sharp object had just cut Clark, for a large gash was shown on his face.
The rock was about to make what looked like its second attack, when suddenly, another blur of power streamed by, and the rock dropped to the ground. Clark stared at it in confusion, and was shocked when the rock suddenly disappeared.
"What?" Clark asked, eyebrows raised, not knowing what had just happened.
Before Clark's brain could presume what had happened, footsteps were heard running up the staircase. Clark turned to see his dad standing there point his rifle at him with a look of suspicion.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Jonathon Kent asked and Clark's jaw dropped open.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"Don't you call me dad boy, answer my question, who are you? And what are you doing rummaging through my office?"
Clark looked through the door to his room, and was shocked by what he saw. Inside, was what looked like a neat office. And on top of the desk, was a nameplate, with Jonathon Kent on it.
"Dad—what's going on? Don't you know me? I'm Clark!"
Jonathon didn't look impressed.
"Get up boy! Now!" Jonathon commanded, and Clark got to his feet reluctantly.
"Jonathon? What's going on up there!" Martha's voice rang up from the kitchen.
"Mom!" Clark shouted, taking a step towards the staircase, but Jonathon pointed the rifle at him, as if trying to warn him.
"Who are you?" Jonathon asked once more.
"I told you dad! I'm Clark! Your son!"
"I have no son!" Jonathon cried out, and a look of pain appeared onto Clark's face.
"I know you were mad dad... but..." Clark struggled to keep his emotions in place.
"What's mom doing out of the hospital?" he asked at last, not knowing what else to say.
"What are you talking about boy? Martha was never in the hospital!" Jonathon exclaimed as Clark frowned.
"Listen kid, you must be drunk or something—I'll... I'll let you go with a warning, but if I find you on my property again, I'll call the cops," Jonathon said as he lowered gun.
"Now get outta here," Jonathon stepped away from the staircase, and with his rifle, signaled Clark to walk.
"I have no idea what's going on here dad, but whatever it is—"
"Don't call me that kid, I'm not your father," Jonathon said, following Clark down the stairs.
"But da—mom!" Clark cried out once he was in view of his mother.
He was about to approach her, when Jonathon's rifle appeared once again.
"Get out kid—"
"But dad!" Clark tried to explain.
"GET OUT!" Jonathon shouted, and Clark looked downwards in pain.
"I'm sorry... I really am..." Clark whispered, walking towards the door.
"Listen kid, I've no idea what's going on in your head, and what happened between you and your parents, but don't drag my family into this—get out," Jonathon said one last time, raising his rifle again.
"Alright." Clark said, opening the door and exiting the kitchen, stilling facing his parents.
"I'm going," Clark stated, stepping out.
"Gone," Jonathon said angrily, slamming the door shut.
Clark sighed, no knowing what had happened, and turned around to walk to his loft when—
"What the hell?"
Clark's eyes widened at what he saw, for what stood in front of him, was not the Smallville he had grown to love and care for.
It was something else.
A/N: Hi guys! As you can see, I've decided to write a Christmas fic! I hope I did a good job with this first chapter... and well... yeah, make to sure review! I'll try to update another chapter soon, and try my best to fit it all in before Christmas is over... but yeah... REVIEW!