Author's note: I don't own any of the characters except for Yvette and Sam.

Fallen star

Chapter 1: Someone like Me

Clark's POV

"Clark get some breakfast," Mom told me as I made a mad grab for the pop- tarts,

"Helffy an nutriffus! Bye! Wuvv ouu mom!" (Translation-"healthy and nutritious! Bye! Love you mom!") I called as I snatched my backpack in mid- dash, spewing crumbs all over the kitchen floor. I had to get to the bus, today of all days I had to have pressed the snooze button. I promised Chloe a week ago I'd help her get the exchange student settled in at school, since she was in half my classes. As I stepped out the door I debated running like an average kid, or using my speed run. I decided against it. As much as I would enjoy being famous, being taken into military custody just slightly freaks me out. Too much Roswell, Area 51 specials.

I just made it as the bus pulled up, "Hey there roadrunner, did you hit the snooze again, or did you just feel up to a jog this morning?" Chloe drilled. I looked to Pete for some back up, he held his hands out like I'm- staying-out-of-this-one, you're-on-your-own.

I looked back at Chloe, "Oh, come on Chloe-"She threw me a look of pure death,

"Save it Clark. Just be there for the rest of the day. Yvette's been at school for at least a half hour already, registering and stuff. The poor kid." we climbed on.

"Yvette? That's French, right? Is she from France?" Pete questioned, taking a seat.

"Yes it's French, and no she isn't from France, she's from Canada." Chloe said, sitting by Pete, "She's the sweetest thing, really funny too," She stated, as I chomped happily on my pop-tart.

"So what's she look like?" Pete asked. I nodded,

"Yeah, whaff she wook wike? I gotta finne her ta get her se'lled." I munched (translation-"yeah, so what's she look like? I got to find her to get her settled,") Chloe looked at me quizzically, an impish grin playing on her face

"Where did you learn your manners, Clark? On a farm?" She joked. No one laughed. In truth I didn't find it very funny. I had to eat, why starve a growing boy?

"Give me a break! It's early! I'll get better, I promise." Chloe excused

"So?" I asked as I gulped down my last bite,

"Men, always concerned with outward appearances," She sighed, "Well she's a brunette and she's short. Around five three or five four. She's got a bit of an accent, she wears glasses, and she's pretty,"

The bus lurched to a stop, and the doors flung wide as the cascade of teenagers poured out of the crowded bus. Chloe grabbed my arm and Pete's steering us over to the doors. There, standing nervously, Chewing on the end of her glasses was a petit and pretty brunette with an oval face and green eyes. She looked over at us and seemed relieved. "Chloe!" She called,

"Yve! Was it horrible? I had mental pictures of you being forced into the chair at the office signing papers and answering annoying questions," Yvette smiled. She had a pretty smile.

"You never told me you were psychic," She joked. "The principal is scary. And tall. I don't like him."

"Nah, me neither. One time me and Clark here got caught, umm, let's say, re-decorating the football van with toilet paper on Halloween. I mean, altogether harmless, but him.well, let's not get into it." Pete Stated. I felt my knees get weak, and my stomach cramp, Lana was near by. I turned, oh my god, was she ever beautiful. Her long dark hair was in a loose braid and she was smiling up at me. I could feel my face flushing,

"Hey Clark, How's it going?" She asked. I just stood for a sec. I think I might have drooled, I hope not.

"He-Hey Lana, I'm great, and you?" I stuttered.

"I'm good thanks," Lana turned to face Yvette, "Hi, I'm Lana Lang-" I think it might have been my imagination, but I thought Yvette had started to turn a pale shade of green. "Are you alright? You don't look so good," Lana muttered. Yvette was staring at her necklace. The one made from a meteor rock.

"I-I think I must be allergic to your perfume, i-it was nice meeting you Lana," She said, clutching her stomach as she grimaced in pain.

"Well.I.umm.guess I'll see you around.then.bye," Lana said, turning.

I looked at Yvette, who was staring at Lana with an interested, half afraid, curious look in her eye. I noticed that as soon as Lana was a few feet away she seemed fine,

"Are you all right Yvette? You looked more than allergic," Pete queried.

She nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine, now that she's gone. Weird, I've never reacted like that to an allergy," she muttered. All through the day, as I got to know her, that thing with Lana and the perfume stuck in my head for some reason. I didn't know why, that is, until lunch.

I guided her over to our table, passed the nerd table and the cheerleader table, like usual, but then we started to go passed the jock table. One of Whitney's jerk-off friends wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her on to his lap.

"You can sit here, Babe, I like'em with accents," Jared insinuated. Yve, as she told us to call her, calmly wrenched his hand from around her waist with ease. Jared isn't a wuss, but for his arm to be so easily pulled off by her, a little brunette, five foot nothing.well, it makes you wonder.

She looked him straight in the eye and told him, "I don't know what you've heard about Canadians, but we're not that friendly," and stalked off. Jared was clutching his hand; it was easy to see that biting his lip wasn't going to keep him from crying out. It looked like she had hurt him good.

"Yve!" I called, jogging up to her, "Where'd you learn how to do that?" She stared at me like I caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.

"I went to karate for, like, five years, umm.why?" She questioned, looking scared,

"It was just awesome, that's all," I fibbed. Something was definitely not right about this girl, "I think he was about to scream," she laughed; I thought she seemed a little relieved, though it might have been my imagination.

"Yeah, just what I need. To be known as the man-abuser on the first day I get here." She joked,

"It's not all that bad," Chloe comforted as she walked up beside us, "I think it's nearly as good as Heinous Bitch, or Butch, the Enforcer," We sat down,

"Butch. Definitely. I definitely like Butch the Enforcer much better." Yve joked.

Suddenly it was like someone hit the instant replay button in my head. The strange, yet very familiar coincidences ran through my brain, the whole Jared thing, she was small, but so strong, and then there was Lana and the necklace. It all added up to something, I just didn't know what.

"So why'd you chose Smallville, of all places?" asked Pete, dragging me from my reverie

"Way to be heartless, there Pete," Chloe said. Pete looked at her like, what-did-I-say-now?

"It's okay Chloe, It's no big deal. People are going to be asking me a lot about that. When I was little, I guess my family was taking a trip. They were driving through Smallville when the meteor shower happened. A meteor hit the car. The police report says I got thrown clear, they found me wandering a couple hundred meters from the site. My parents both died, it was really bad," She gulped; I could see tears in her eyes, "The report says that the heat and impact of the meteor incinerated their bodies, bones and all, most of the car too." She seemed to regain her composure, "They salvaged something on the car, traced it back to my dad, Yves Mariceau, that's how I got my name, incase you didn't guess. I've been in foster care ever since. And since I didn't know my parents, I wanted to come here. Something makes me believe it might help me to kind-of find myself. Plus, something in the police report just didn't add up. That's basically my life story," She said, looking a little tense, watching us as we watched her, "Wow. Don't I feel like a dork." She breathed. I laughed. There was just something so sweet about her, so open. I wish I could be like that.

"Don't feel like a dork. I lost my parent's too. I'm adopted," Then it hit me. She had this incredible strength, she got sick around Lana's necklace, and she was found at the meteor shower too.

She was like me.