Author's note: I did not produce, nor do I own any of these names except Kathleen.

By: Richelle Princeton-Halliwell

Chapter One: Not Alone

Martha Kent watched through the kitchen window as a lone soul wandered down the road. The figure staggered as if it had been hurt. Finally, she saw it collapse in front of their driveway. Martha rushed out to help the poor person. As she neared, she noticed it was a teenage girl. Just then, Jonathan pulled up in his truck.

"Jonathan! Help me," cried Martha as she tried to lift the girl.

Jonathan got out of the truck and gently picked the girl up. Both of them rushed into the house.

Clark had stayed after to help Chloe piece together the next issue of the Torch. Soon after they went to the Talon to talk to Lana. While they entered they saw Lana cleaning tables.

"If it isn't the world's hardest working woman," said Chloe as she caught up with Lana.

Lana continued to pick up empty cups when she answered, "Hey, Chloe. What's up?"

"Do you have a minute? We were thinking we could just hang for a little bit."

Lana stopped cleaning and looked up just as Pete rushed through the door, "Hey Clark! Your parents found this girl in your driveway!"

The trio perked up and followed Pete out the door. They paired off and drove to the Kent's Farm.

When they arrived at the farm, each walked in carefully. Martha was rushing about trying to comfort the unconscious girl.

"So she's the natural Jane Doe," said Chloe while she examined the girl, "She does have pretty red hair."

Clark looked at the girl puzzled, "Mom, what happened to her?"

Martha walked back to the girl's side with a wet cloth, "I don't know. She just collapsed."

As soon as she placed the cool compress on the girl's forehead, she moaned. Her eyes fluttered open and, startled, she sat up.

"Honey, it's ok. We won't hurt you," blurted Martha in attempts to calm the flustered girl.

Chloe took her reporter nature and asked, "What's your name?"

"Chloe," said everyone around her.

"Kathleen," whispered the girl.

"What," asked Clark.

"Kathleen."

Everyone stared at this establishment.

"I'm sorry," cried Kathleen, "I'll get going now. I'm sorry to be such a burden."

"Oh, no you're not a burden," smiled Martha while she hugged Kathleen.

"It's just... I was running away and I had walked so far and I just couldn't..."

"Shh," whispered Martha with understanding.

As things settled down, Martha offered to let Kathleen stay as long as she wished. Clark went out to finish his chores, and the others resumed with their daily lives. Jonathan pulled Martha into another room, "Are you sure she should stay? You know with Clark..."

"Jonathan! We took care of Ryan. We can take care of Kathleen."

With that Jonathan nodded his head and went out to help Clark. Martha walked back into the living room and sat by Kathleen.

"Do you want to talk about why you ran away?" asked Martha.

Kathleen shivered, "I don't know... I want to but... I need to trust you."

"I understand," smiled Martha and she left to fix dinner.
Later that night, Kathleen climbed the barn stairs to see Clark up in the loft. He seemed to be engrossed with his telescope.

"Hi," whispered Kathleen.

Clark stood up startled, "Hi."

Kathleen squirmed, "I... how... whatcha doing?"

"Looking for a planet."

Kathleen looked at Clark puzzled, "Why?"

"Just wondering."

With that Kathleen stepped closer to Clark, "See up there," pointed Kathleen, "The heavens always tell a story. Once there was a planet called Krypton way up there, but now it's gone, just gone."

Clark was now looking at Kathleen, "Where did you hear about this... Krypton?"

Kathleen blushed and ran down the stairs.



Chloe and Pete were walking to class when Clark caught up.

"So how's everything at the Kent Crazy Farm?" asked Chloe with a wide grin on her face.

"Normal," said Clark while sighed.

"Normal for you usually means abnormal," laughed Pete.

The class bell rang and everyone split to their classrooms.
Lex caught up with Clark at the Talon after school got out, "I heard you were harboring a refugee."

"Something like that," said Clark as they chose a spot.

"Who's that talking to Lana?" pointed Lex.

Clark looked over and saw Kathleen talking with Lana, "That's the refugee."



"So, what kind of guy is Clark?" inquired Kathleen.

Lana looked up from the counter, "The kind who's very secretive and is misleading."

"Oh, that bad," smiled Kathleen.

Lana laughed, "Yeah."

"Did you ever date Clark?"

"Tried, relationships with him just don't work though."

Kathleen turned around to see Clark talking with a man, "Who's that?"

"Who? Oh, that's Lex Luthor."

Kathleen walked over to the table, "Hi Clark."

Clark looked at her. "Hi..." for a minute he got lost in her gaze. Her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through his skin.

"Hi, I'm Lex," said Lex introducing himself.

"Oh yeah. Kathleen this is Lex. Lex this is Kathleen, my girl... I mean the girl."

"Yeah, I know she is a girl," smiled Lex.

Clark turned a plush crimson and put his head down in embarrassment.

That evening, Martha and Jonathan went out to celebrate their anniversary. So, Clark and Kathleen were left alone.

"Clark," called out Kathleen as she trotted downstairs.

The lights had been turned off and, venturing into the living room, Kathleen Saw candles set up strategically to light the couch. Clark appeared out from a shadowed area. His shirt was unbuttoned and he looked deep into her eyes with desire. As he pulled her close he whispered, "I don't know why, but I feel attracted to you."

Kathleen looked at Clark with fear in her eyes, " Clark we can't... I..."

"What?"

"I'm different than you."

Clark looked at her with astonishment, "How did you know I was different?"

Kathleen's forehead crinkled, "You? I meant me... you see, I'm..."

"Superhuman," said both of them in unison, "Krypton... I thought..."

Both of them laughed.

"I thought I was the only one," whispered Clark.

"Me too."

Jonathan shook Clark awake; "You think you guys could get any closer without loosing something?"

Clark and Kathleen had slept in each other's arms all night. Martha stood behind Jonathan smiling, "You guys looked like angels."

Clark looked at Kathleen and said, "Do you want to tell them?"

"Tell us what?" questioned Jonathan concerned.

"I'm just like your son. I ran away because the FBI wanted to lock me in a test tube and study me. I wasn't going to tell anyone, but then Clark told me his secret. Isn't it amazing?"

Martha and Jonathan stood, shocked, for a few minutes. Kathleen proved herself by lifting the couch high over her head.

"Welcome to the family," said Jonathan with a smile.