Okay! Time for something new! Over the past few months I've started watching Smallville, and I've got to season 5. Since last month was NaNoWriMo, I decided to give it a go at writing some Smallville fan fiction. I only got to 23,028 words but I'm still happy with the final word count and I've decided to upload what I've written on here. The chapters are each an episode so they will probably be varying from 5,000-12,000 words and that's just based on the episodes I wrote in November. This means that chapters are probably going to take a while to write - probably about a week or longer depending on how busy I am with my other fan fics with my NZ friend. This fan fiction is set during season 1 before Whitney leaves and after Clark develops his x-ray vision.
Episode Summary: A strange teenage girl turns up in Smallville with two names. The problem is, she doesn't seem to want to leave Clark alone, and she has some kind of idea that they're related. But she's only thirteen... and carries a couple of complications with her.
Ending episode song: Coldplay - What if
The favourite red motorcycle lay at least six feet away from her on the small hill at the end of the field. It was covered with dirt on one side where she'd accidently lent to far and fell. She was fine, but when she failed it made her feel stupid.
Annie sat on the small raised platform of grass with her face hidden and her legs pulled to her chest. It had happened again. She'd heard the voice. She looked up, squinting in the bright sunlight of the day.
The voice spoke again, telling her the same thing.
"You'll find everything you're searching for in Smallville."
Annie shot to her feet, looking around, hoping that she could at least see who was speaking to her, but knowing deep down there would be no one. Of course, she knew it was in her head – but she couldn't believe she was crazy. The voice had even told her that.
He had a name. But he refused to tell her anything, saying she wasn't ready yet. It had made her angry – sure. But how was she meant to win over a voice in her head?
Annie narrowed her eyes upon seeing no one there. She marched over to her motorcycle and lifted it back up.
The voice had always told her the truth. It couldn't be wrong this time.
. . .
"Annie!" Rebecca yelled through the house, heading down the stairs. "Annie, get out here!"
Annie appeared in the front door way, leaning on the frame with an emotionless expression.
"Annie." Rebecca stalked over to her, folding her arms in irritation. "Where have you been?"
"Out." She replied dully.
Rebecca frowned. "I told you not to go out today, Annie."
"Don't call me that." She looked away, not wanting to look at her adoptive mother right now.
"That's your name. And stop it. Tell me where you've been."
Annie continued to stand motionless. "I told you. Out."
Rebecca made an irritated noise. "Annie. Don't mess me about."
Annie walked out of the door way and into the hall. Rebecca shut the front door behind her and stood in front of it.
"Annie." She scolded again.
"I heard the voice again, today." She said quietly.
Rebecca stared at the back of Annie, curiously. "What did it tell you?"
Annie turned around to face her. "Nothing important." She smiled, putting Rebecca back at ease.
"Great. Well." Rebecca seemed to relax slightly. She walked off back into the kitchen.
Annie stared after her before heading upstairs. She looked around her room, found a shoulder bag and grabbed a few things – her journal, cell phone and various other things she would need.
She placed the bag behind her bed and took a random pen that had been lying on her desk and a piece of paper from a notebook. Annie quickly scribbled a note and picked up her bag, before heading out the door.
"I'm going for a walk!" she yelled to Rebecca.
Don't search for me, I'll be okay. Thanks for everything. Bye.
Annie started to walk down the road, knowing exactly where she was going. She just had no idea why – yet.
. . .
In the Torch office, Clark was watching Chloe as she paced around the room. Dozens of papers were flying everywhere.
"Clark! You could actually help me find it instead of just sitting there." Chloe glared at him, not even stopping her quick movements.
"Chloe, you've searched a hundred times. You're just going to have to write another essay..." Clark started to say before being met with her burning stare.
"Yeah, like I can write three thousand words by tomorrow morning as well as finish that article, not to mention all the other stuff-,"
"Chloe!" Clark stood up, placing a hand on her arm to stop her running away. "You'll be able to put off an excuse for tomorrow for the essay so half of it can be done tonight, and I'll help you tomorrow? Okay?"
"Thanks." Chloe mumbled. "But still. I never loose anything."
Clark gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Clark departed the room. Chloe, who was still standing in the same place, sighed. She knew that someone had stolen it – probably so they could copy.
. . .
Annie was walking along the side of the almost deserted road. She had been walking for over twenty four hours and her feet were killing her. She'd bought enough money for some food on the way, but she wouldn't be able to afford a place to stay, and she was avoiding another stop in case she did fall asleep.
Finally she got to a sign. She squinted at it, making out the words in the dim light of the street lamp.
'Now entering Smallville'
"This is it." said the voice. "It's not too much further now."
Annie continued on, happier than before. At least then, she knew she would get there soon.
. . .
By the time Clark got back home it was already sun set. The truck was gone from the driveway, so he assumed his dad, Jonathan, was out getting something or other. He could see his mom, Martha, in the kitchen window looking down at the counter – probably making dinner.
Clark headed up inside.
"Clark." Martha smiled.
"Hey, mom." He greeted, going into the kitchen.
"Your father will probably be home in about half an hour." She said.
Clark took a glass and started getting water from the sink.
"And you'd better get your chores done before he gets back." She joked.
"I could have them done in five minutes if I wanted to." Clark laughed before drinking some water.
"Sure – but you stayed late today."
"I was helping Chloe find her-," Clark cut off suddenly, noticing someone outside.
"Clark?" Martha asked, worried because usually when Clark froze it meant something bad was happening.
"There's someone out there – walking towards the house." He put down the, now empty glass on the kitchen counter.
Martha came up to the window, curiously, searching the almost dark exterior. In the distance was a small girl, stumbling across the path towards their house. She exchanged glances with Clark before he started back out the front door.
Clark made his way over to her. She wasn't that small now that she was closer. Perhaps five foot, five. She was tired – anyone could see that. And he light brown hair seemed to be a little on the wild side.
At his approach, the teenage girl looked up with tired eyes.
"Sorry, do we know each other?" said Clark, curiously.
"No, but I know who you are." breathed the girl. "I'm Trixie. And I've come... quite a way to find you." She beamed, looking up at Clark in happiness and shock. "I can't believe it... and you'll think I'm crazy... but... I'm your sister."
Clark stood there, unblinking, looking at her and then not looking at her. He smiled, thinking it was stupid, and then became serious again. "What?" he asked confused. "You can't be."
"Yes, it's true. Please believe me." Trixie looked into his eyes, begging.
"Is this... what do you mean? How can you be?" Clark didn't seem to know what to ask first, blurting out questions.
"This voice told me. And I know it's true. Because... it's told me everything about you and... us."
"Trixie... I don't know what kind of voice-," began Clark.
Trixie interrupted him. "I know your secret, Clark."
"How do you know my name?" he asked quickly, ignoring the statement she'd made.
"The voice." Trixie continued, irritably. "Listen. I know about your powers. The voice told me I'd find everything here in Smallville. And here I am." She smiled.
"Woah... slow down." Said Clark, barely able to process the first thing she had told him. "Are you sure this voice isn't just some... conscious?"
"I have never met you before in my whole life. I haven't seen anyone in town. I barely even knew there was a Smallville! But the voice told me to come here, and that you're faster than anyone else. And stronger. And you save so many people!"
"That's crazy." Clark denied it again.
"You have the ship in your storm cellar!" cried Trixie, having heard the voice in her mind again. "Oh wow! You have to show me!"
Trixie began to walk slowly towards the two doors that seemed to lead to the storm cellar. Clark rushed in front of her.
"Wait – you mean to tell me, we're related? And you're from..."
Trixie sighed, exasperated. "If only the voice could have let me know how slow you are!"
She continued to walk. Her feet were still killing her, but now that she had realised the reason as to why she was meant to come to Smallville, all tiredness had gone away... at least for that moment.
"I don't have any powers though." she said sadly. "Apparently I'm supposed to, but the voice told me I fell into a place where there were meteor rocks surrounding me. I guess that kind of took my powers away. He said I'll get them back though."
"Hold up." said Clark, stopping in front of Trixie again. "Who is this voice? Why can't I hear them?"
"I don't know, but it's never been wrong about anything before." she replied. "And that's great – you seem to have accepted me now."
"I think we should go inside and talk."
Trixie chewed her lip. "Alright then. But you'll show me the ship after, right?"
"Maybe." said Clark, directing her away from the storm cellar.
Trixie slowly turned away, trying to keep off the burning heels of her feet.
Once she was inside the tiredness really set in, in the dull lighting of the house.
"Hello." Trixie waved, drowsily at Martha who was watching Clark nudge her into the living room.
"Um, hello." Martha followed through.
Trixie collapsed on the couch, shutting her eyes. "You've no idea how long I've been walking, Clark."
"Do you two know each other?" asked Martha.
"Kind of, not really." replied Trixie, who still had her eyes shut.
"Mom... this is Trixie. Trixie, this is my mom." introduced Clark.
"I thought mom was back home." Trixie opened her eyes again. "No offence." She said to Martha.
Clark ignored her. "Apparently, Trixie is my sister."
"Apparently? I know I am." said Trixie.
"She knows everything about me... this voice told her." said Clark.
"I think we should wait until your father gets home. Would you like anything... Trixie?"
Trixie had her eyes shut again and didn't reply.
"Trixie?" Martha asked again.
She opened her eyes. "No, thank you."
"Not even tea?" she smiled.
"Ok, that would be nice. Thank you." Trixie smiled back as Clark sat next to her.
. . .
Trixie was still sitting in the same upright position on the couch with her eyes shut. The only different was that this time there was an empty mug in her hands. She had been cupping it for warmth. She wasn't asleep though.
Clark was watching her curiously, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth or not – although, if she wasn't then how did she know so much?
Martha was still unsure of Trixie, herself and had resulted to waiting for Jonathan to get home.
The front door opened, pulling all three of them out of their frozen state. He walked in cheerfully, but it drained from his face once he saw the intruder sitting on the couch.
"What's going on?" he demanded.
Trixie opened her tired eyes again to see him. "Good evening, Mr Kent." She said quietly, knowing that the kind of aura he had about him meant that he was not someone to be messed with.
Clark stood up. "Dad, this is Trixie – she just turned up a few minutes ago saying that she's my sister. She knows everything."
Jonathan looked down at her with narrowed eyes. "Everything?" he was still talking to Clark.
Clark nodded. "Everything."
"I see." Jonathan paced across the room towards her, towering over her as she stayed seated on the couch.
"What were you expecting when you came here?" he questioned.
"Sir, I just wanted to find my family." Trixie looked down.
"Where did you get the idea that Clark was your family?"
"Dad-," Clark tried to intervene.
"Can I tell you my story?" she asked. "Will you listen?"
Jonathan maintained his hard expression. "I don't know how you know all this, but Clark isn't your brother."
Trixie took a breath. "I knew you would be difficult to sway... please listen to my story."
"I don't think you have a story that would explain everything."
Trixie stood up. "I knew you guys would be like this. I don't know why I thought that it would just be as simple enough to walk in and say that I've got some stupid voice in my head telling me that I have family. It just makes me sound crazy. Don't worry – I've only spent my whole life trying to find someone who might just be related. Because walking around knowing that you're from somewhere else and not being able to tell anyone – not even your adoptive mother that you're different." Trixie walked around the sofa.
"Don't worry, I'm not angry at any of you. I'm angry at myself because I've just wasted about twenty eight hours walking to get here." She headed over to the doorway.
"Trixie-," Clark tried to stop her.
"Clark, I can see you're very happy here without me. Thank you for the tea Mrs Kent." Trixie was out the door, and Clark followed.
Martha sighed. "You couldn't just let her talk, could you?" she rounded on Jonathan.
"She and Clark can't be. We would know – there wasn't anything around on that day apart from Clark." He replied, moving his eyes away from the front door.
"But how else would she know about Clark and his powers? Apparently she knows about the ship too... and Clark said she hasn't even been in Smallville before."
Jonathan shook his head. "I don't think we've all thought this through. Even if this girl-,"
"Trixie." Martha corrected.
"...Trixie," continued Jonathan, "is who she says she is – what are we going to do? What are we going to tell people? Would she just go back where she came from? Or is she going to be asking for somewhere to stay?"
"Those are no reasons why we can't shut her out of her lives like she was never there. Clark finally has someone, Jonathan. Don't make him be alone again. I know he has us. It pains me to say this, but we're not his real parents."
Jonathan sighed again. "I guess it can't hurt to hear he explanation."
. . .
Trixie opened the door and tried to shut it behind her, but Clark held it open without a struggle. She blindly staggered down the steps. Clark came down next to her.
"I believe you, Trixie." said Clark watching her pitifully. "My dad's stubborn sometimes, but he'll come around. Really."
"You know what – it's fine. I shouldn't have expected any better. I just needed to see you and know you exist, Clark."
Clark stepped in front of her again like before. "That's not enough. How can you just find out that you're not alone and just walk away? Neither of us have to be alone anymore."
"No, we don't." Trixie cried. "But your family isn't going to accept me! Why would they? I practically barged in. There wasn't another way to do this delicately... I didn't know what else to do, okay? I just saw an opportunity – and I took it. That's what I do."
Clark didn't reply.
"I guess I just didn't think that you'd have a family. Rebecca took me in, and it's just different with her. She leaves me alone. But your parents are protective of you. They don't want you do get hurt."
"You're right - they don't, which is why you can't leave - because that's going to hurt me."
The corners of Trixie's mouth pulled up into a smile. "It would?"
"Yes – please don't go."
Trixie sighed. "Well it's not like I have anywhere to actually go." She looked around. It was dark now making the grass seem black.
Clark started to walk back, hoping she was coming. Trixie started to walk along side, but stumbled again catching the fence before she fell.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine." Trixie reached down into one of the pockets of her shoulder bag and produced a little black lead box no larger than a few inches square. "I don't even know why I brought this."
"What is it?" asked Clark, looking closely at it.
"It's from the meteor rock. My old friend, James, had some and it changed him so I had to take it."
"Why do you have it? I thought it makes you loose your powers."
"It does." Trixie placed it back in the pocket. "But if I don't take them, then other people will."
"Does it make you sick, too?" asked Clark, still eyeing the place in her bag that it sat, leaving a small lump in the fabric.
"No, not really. It sort of just makes me human so I'm prone to sickness."
Jonathan came out of the house towards them. Trixie saw him and frowned. "Uh oh." She muttered.
"Dad, don't make her go." Clark said before he could open his mouth.
"I wasn't." he smiled slightly. "I was just thinking maybe we could all hear that story now."
Trixie ginned. "Thank you so much."
Clark smiled, glad that Jonathan seemed to have calmed down and had more of an open mind now.
. . .
Trixie kept her eyes shut while telling the story. She was still tired, but she had her eyes closed so that she wouldn't have to see the reactions – Jonathan's the most.
"When the voice told me that everything I was looking for would be in Smallville, I know I had to leave. And that brings us to now." Trixie opened her eyes, making a mistake seeing that everyone was still reacting.
"Has no one ever suspected you of being different?" asked Martha.
"Yes, once. I had a blood test a few years ago but there was no reason for them to look any further."
"Why?" asked Clark.
"Because there's nothing strange about me. I don't have any powers. The only thing that's different or strange is my blood. And after about three months of them sticking needles in me there wasn't much else they could do. Rebecca protected me from most of it, anyway."
"You keep talking about Rebecca." Jonathan spoke. "She's the one that took you in?"
"Yes."
"Does she know you're here?"
Trixie hesitated. "No. I left her a note. She won't look for me. She knows I can take care of myself. I'll send her some letters or an email... call her if I find a phone. I know she won't get the police involved."
"How old are you?" asked Martha, disappointedly.
"Thirteen. But it's okay. She always leaves me alone. She probably hasn't even thought anything of it yet. When I say I'm going for a walk sometimes I don't turn up for days. I'll just tell her and then she'll be fine with it."
Trixie bit her lip, feeling like she was making a very bad impression. But if she didn't tell them the whole truth it would make it even worse when they realised how irresponsible she was.
"Sorry." She said. "I'm not that bad all the time. It was an opportunity to find family. I had to take it."
Clark spoke. "I wonder why the voice has only just told you about me. I've always lived here."
Trixie was silent thoughtfully for a moment. "Maybe it wasn't the right time yet."
Jonathan sat back on the other couch, trying to take in all the new information. Trixie looked down at the carpet, hoping that while he was judging her it wouldn't be a quick leave us alone. She knew she had Clark on her side, and Martha seemed to be swaying towards her a little. Clark had said that he would come around. Hopefully, he would be right.
Trixie looked back up at Jonathan, wishing the voice would tell her what he was thinking as he silently evaluated her.
Unfortunately, the voice wasn't always there, and she had to get through things on her own. Either that or...
"Alright. I guess it won't hurt for you to stay."
Trixie beamed. "Thank you!" she cried, happily.
"You'll need to earn your keep though. That means chores and helping out on the farm."
"I don't mind at all. I'm so happy – thank you."
Martha stood up, smiling too. "Come on, you can hardly keep your eyes open." Trixie followed her up the stairs, so glad that it was actually working out.
"By the way, Clark, I still want to see that ship." She said.
"Tomorrow." He said.
Trixie laughed. "Night." She called out as Martha led her to the spare room.
. . .
Morning came with it's bright orange glow. Trixie had merely closed her eyes before opening them again. It was early, despite her tiredness and lack of sleep over the past few days.
She sat up in the cute looking room on her bed. She would need to get a job to pay for new clothes – all that was in her bag were two more outfits and they wouldn't last long – maybe a week if she was lucky. Although chores around the farm meant she'd have to keep one for working.
Sighing, Trixie got dressed and walked slowly down the stairs. A little exploring wouldn't hurt, right?
She found the barn easily and stepped around it. There were some old wooden steps leading up to the top. Trixie looked around, seeing it seemed to be Clark's personal space. There were books, a couch and other random stuff up there.
Feeling like she was intruding, she turned around to head back out, but came face to face with Clark.
"Oh, hello." She said, surprised, but was able to hide most of it. Wow, that didn't look good. She hoped that he wasn't going to do that often. "I just got curious. Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..."
"You weren't." said Clark. "Everyone comes up here."
Trixie smiled, seeing that it was okay. The last thing she wanted to do was make things worse than they already were. "Good."
Clark came up the stairs, past her, leaving her a free exit if she wanted to take it.
"I'm guessing this is where you go to reflect on life."
Clark stayed silent for a moment with a troubled expression. "It seems you know everything about me," He said. "But I don't know anything about you."
Trixie looked away. "Most people feel that way. It's like some strange way I can read thoughts but not really... if that makes sense."
"It does... kinda."
Clark and Trixie headed over to the kind of window to the barn where there were double doors with the bottom halves of them nailed shut.
Trixie stared out, not looking at Clark. "What's going to happen?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked, watching her.
"Your parents... telling people... and Rebecca."
"We haven't decided anything yet, but Rebecca's probably going to have to come here so we can talk about it..."
Trixie's eyes went out of focus.
"Don't think about it. I'm sure everything will work out for the best."
"The best? You all believe me?"
"You need to wait."
"Wait?" Trixie's head snapped around to face Clark. "For how many more years?" She stopped herself, realising what she was doing. How could she be yelling at him? She already knew she was in dangerous waters. "Sorry." She turned away. "It's just hard to be patient when you've been alone to long."
"It's okay."
Trixie smiled.
"We'd better get back." Said Clark, heading over to the steps.
Trixie nodded and followed, going ahead of him as he waited for her to go down first.
"Dad's got a list of chores for you, by the way."
"Thanks for the warning." She replied, amused, but quickly changing knowing that the day wasn't going to be fun.
. . .
Back inside the house, Martha and Jonathan were getting breakfast. Clark went for the toast as Trixie saw a list on the table of chores. The further she got down the list the more her face fell, but she didn't complain.
As Clark headed out the door for school, she wished that, for once, she could go too.
She watched him out the window as he ran for the bus, only to miss it and it drove away. Trixie smiled to herself. Clark had super speed and he still couldn't catch the bus. He really was slow.
. . .
Clark ran to school, as usual, meeting up with Chloe in the Torch office at a desk, hurriedly scribbling her essay.
"I did it Clark. I stayed up till two and I finished the essay." She smiled as she finished off the sentence. "And the articles done too."
She put the pen down and smiled. Clark sat down on one of the other chairs.
"That's great Chloe." said Clark, happy as long as she was.
"Yep! Luckily I still had all my notes so I didn't need to make up more points."
"Hey." said Pete, coming in through the door holding some pieces of paper. "Thanks for your essay, Chloe. Sorry I didn't get to tell you but I left a note on your keyboard."
Chloe stared at him blankly as he dropped the essay in front of her. "What." she said coldly.
"Your essay – I needed to borrow it to compare it with mine."
"What?" asked Chloe, unblinking.
"I... borrowed your essay?" repeated Pete uncertainly, stepping backwards from where Chloe sat.
Clark's eyes switched to either of them, not knowing whether to laugh or be serious.
Pete stood for a second before saying a short "Later!" and running out of the room.
Chloe snatched the essay from the desk and saw a small note on it saying that he had borrowed her essay. Yeah, that really was on her keyboard. She glared at the open door.
"At least now you really know what you were writing about?" suggested Clark, trying to lighten the mood.
Chloe's glare turned on him and he said something about needing to get to class before shooting out of the room.
"But we have the same class!" Chloe called out after him. He didn't come back.
. . .
At the farm, Trixie was regretting getting up early. All she wanted to do was go back and crawl into the bed and sleep for the rest of forever. She was so exhausted from all the chores that she hadn't even finished yet. Trixie had never worked so hard before because she'd never had to.
She took a quick break and sat on the fence at first but it was too hard for her so she ended up on the grass leaning against it.
Martha came out of the house and stood in front of her.
"Getting tried?" she asked, smiling.
Trixie looked up at her with pathetic looking eyes. "No." she lied, obviously
"I take it you've never worked on a farm before?"
Trixie furrowed her brow. "No." she said.
Martha held out a hand. "Come on. I'll help."
Trixie took her hand, also using the fence to help her get up from the ground. "Thanks." She said, disappointed in herself. But she knew she couldn't stop till she was sure everything she had to do was done. Trixie really wanted to be with her family, and if this was what she had to do, then so be it.
Martha was much softer than Rebecca. Rebecca was a strict and firm person, mostly yelling at her. Even though Martha had never seen Trixie's bad side, yet, she seemed to be friendly and inviting – just like a mother.
A few hours later Trixie was back out by the fence. She had seemed to have adopted it as her spot. As she stared out across the fields she felt bored. It have been such a long time she'd gone without riding her motorcycle – she was starting to miss it. And Rebecca too – despite her irritating ways, she still missed her.
"Hey." Clark's voice pulled her out of her lake of thoughts.
Trixie blinked and saw he was standing near her. "Hi." She smiled weekly.
"I was going to the Talon – do you wanna come? Meet my friends?" he asked.
Trixie stood up. "It depends – who am I to you?"
Clark paused. "A friend."
She smiled, liking the sound of being a friend. It probably wouldn't be the best thing to do to tell anyone anything else. The last thing they needed was the press involved or anything like that.
"I guess that sounds good for now." She smiled.
. . .
The Talon was – in Trixie's opinion – pretty awesome. It was like an old movie theatre converted into a coffee place. She kept looking all around at the inside. The lights and the furniture just mixed perfectly.
A girl about Clark's age was behind the counter which was lined with loads of different muffins. Trixie's eyes darted straight to them, giving her muffin cravings.
"Hey, Lana." greeted Clark.
"Hey." Lana beamed, happy to see him. "Who's this?" she pursed her lips at Trixie, who didn't move her eyes off the muffins.
Trixie didn't answer, as if staring at the muffins would somehow make her able to taste them. Clark cleared his throat and she shot her head up to Lana.
"I'm Trixie." She said, although her gaze slowly went back to the cakes.
Clark laughed. "She's a friend – and I think she might want a muffin."
At the sound of that, Trixie gave Clark the pathetic look she'd given Martha earlier.
Lana laughed, causing Clark to cave and buy Trixie her muffin.
A few minutes later they were sitting at a table while Trixie had nearly finished her double chocolate goodness.
"So," said Trixie once her muffin was finished and the wrapper lay on the table in front of her. "You like her?"
Clark gave her a look as if she was being way too personal already.
Trixie laughed. "No, I mean I kind of worked it out. You just looked at her and she laughed you kind of... melted."
"Melted?" asked Clark disbelievingly.
"Yeah. Like when a girl sees a guy and he says hi and she blushes like crazy when he knows her name. Kind of like that. Not that you're feminine." She giggled. "I'm thirteen. I wasn't born yesterday."
Clark looked fed up but couldn't help find it funny.
Two people, who also seemed to be Clark's age came up towards their table. The one with short blonde hair that curved upwards at the sides was laughing at something.
"You two made up then?" said Clark as they gathered next to the table.
"Yeah." said the girl. "Just as long as he," she was referring to the guy. "stays away from any of my work and he's kind of been kicked out the torch office for a while."
"Yeah... should that make me feel bad?" he joked.
The girl elbowed him in the stomach and he put a hand on it, looking hurt, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Hey, who's this?" she asked.
"That's Trixie." said Clark.
"Hi." Trixie smiled and waved a little.
"Chloe. And that waste of space is Pete." replied the girl.
Pete, who still seemed to be recovering from his attack, put up a hand. "Nice to meet you."
Chloe giggled and sat down next to Trixie. Pete joined the table too, between her and Clark.
Trixie started to feel like they were judging her and immediately straightened her face and sat up in her chair uncomfortably.
"So, you're Clark's friends, huh?" Trixie stated the obvious into a question. She still tried to remain confident around these unknown people, though. She didn't want to look pathetic in front of them – and if they were Clark's friends then she would probably be seeing more of them, especially if the staying in town meant she would be staying longer.
"Yeah. How do you know each other?"
"Also friend." Trixie answered quickly, wanting to try and get the conversation. She was outgoing, not shy.
"Huh." said Chloe. "Did you meet somewhere or..."
Trixie was stuck now. She glanced at Clark for help but he paused too and for a moment it was a very scary silence.
"His parents know my adoptive mom." Trixie thought up. Well, it probably would be true at some point.
"Yeah." agreed Clark.
"How?" asked Chloe. How more nosey could Clark's friend be, thought Trixie.
Trixie shrugged. "Guess they just met sometime."
Chloe sat back thoughtfully. "Funny, cause' Clark's adopted too."
"Yeah we went to some adoption thing ages ago and we just ran into each other." Clark seemed to have saved it now - just as long as Martha and Jonathan weren't telling anyone anything different.
"So do you come into Smallville a lot?" Chloe continued to question. "Where do you actually live?"
"Chloe." Clark saved Trixie again. "I don't think Trixie came here for an interview."
Chloe laughed. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away sometimes."
No – really?
Trixie smiled. "It's fine."
"But, really, have you ever been here before?"
"No."
"Lucky." Pete spoke. "Smallville is weird."
"It is?" asked Trixie.
Chloe nodded. "Yeah. Strange things happen all the time. I have this wall in the Torch office at our high school, and I put up everything strange that happens here and I'm trying to trace back everything to the Meteor shower."
Pete and Clark started their own conversation while Trixie continued to talk with Chloe.
"Does it really all connect back?" asked Trixie, interested. "What kind of stuff happens?"
"Just really weird stuff – like people with strange kind of mutations and powers. A lot of the time is poisoning from the meteor rocks – they make everyone crazy who gets a lot of exposure to them."
Trixie tilted her head slightly. "You seem very trusting giving your information to me."
Chloe shrugged. "Any friend of Clark's is probably a good friend to have."
Trixie pursed her lips. Clark really must believe her if he was doing this. It seemed that he choose his friends carefully. But there was something else too – Chloe seemed to know an awful lot about the meteor rocks – and if that was so then she wasn't going to have to search much further to find Clark's secret. There must have been more than one occasion where he had accidently used his powers in front of her or anyone else and she might be there. Was Clark so trusting that he would tell his friends?
Fair enough his parents knew – but they would protect him no matter what. Friends could betray you – they could really just be someone else pretending. Perhaps it was a mistake to make friends – maybe that was why Trixie didn't seem to have anyone really close to her. Didn't Chloe or Lana or Pete wonder about the mysteriousness of Clark if they didn't know he had powers? He seemed to hide from them when he was with them. Chloe seemed smart – so didn't she ever question him about it?
There was Lana as well – Clark liked her, but then there were more questions. More questions...
"Trixie. We have to go." Clark broke her out of her frozen position.
Trixie nodded and stood up. "See you later."
Everyone said their goodbyes and Clark and Trixie left the Talon. Trixie – with even more questions than before.
. . .
"Clark?" asked Trixie when they were outside.
"Yeah?" They stopped walking.
"Isn't it hard to have friends?"
Clark looked confused. "What do you mean? Everyone needs a friend."
"Yeah... but what do you tell them? What if they see you?"
"You don't let them see you." Clark answered simply.
Trixie wasn't satisfied. "But what if they do and you can't stop them."
"Then I have to think of some kind of explanation, but they're my friends, they let it go."
She smiled slightly. "You have good friends, Clark." She paused. "And you'd better ask out Lana or something."
"She has a boyfriend – Whitney." He replied, looking down.
Trixie shrugged. "So what? She'd be better with you."
"You haven't even met Whitney yet." exclaimed Clark.
"Pfft, I don't think I really need to, unless he's some amazing guy that's got even more powers than you. Tell me about him then."
"Well he's on the football team..." Clark started.
"Wow. I'm very impressed. Maybe you can have Lana and I can have Whitney." Trixie rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"Yeah..." said Clark slowly.
"What else?"
He struggled for a moment. "He... um..."
Trixie scoffed. "Amazing."
"He's not that bad!"
"You're defending him now?" She cried in disbelief.
"You shouldn't judge people before you get to know them." said Clark.
"They do it to me." Trixie muttered darkly.
"That doesn't mean anything."
Trixie didn't reply.
. . .
When they got back to the farm there was a car in the driveway. As soon as Trixie saw it her eyes widened and she shook her head.
"What's wrong?" asked Clark as she stopped walking.
"Rebecca's here." said Trixie.
Clark looked up towards the house and then back down at Trixie. "It'll be okay."
"No." Trixie shook her head. "She's not going to believe me. She's going to make me go back with her. She's never going to trust me again... and I'm never going to see you again."
"Maybe if you just told her the truth..." started Clark.
"The truth?" Trixie cut in, as if Clark was joking. "I don't think she could handle the truth of where the disappearing muffins go!"
Suddenly a tall thin middle aged woman with long dark brown hair stepped out of the house and down the steps.
Trixie stood for a moment and considered running – but she wasn't stupid. Rebecca had a car not a few feet away from them. Clark stood between them, waiting for something to happen.
"Hey, Annie." Rebecca said softly like she was a child.
"Annie? I thought you said your name was Trixie?"
That was it. It was all gone and Trixie knew it. She didn't plan anything out well at all. She'd already lied about her name? What else was there to lie about? Everything... she could be a liar... and everyone would know... they'd think she'd made everything up. All because of her horrible name.
Trixie stared up into Clark's eyes which were the same green as her own, begging for him to believe her.
"It was just the name. Really, Clark, please believe me. I hate the name Annie so I said it was Trixie. This was a chance to be someone new... please believe me. I'm not a liar."
"Oh, I think you might be telling a few stories there, sweetheart." said Rebecca, coming closer.
Trixie's breathing increased. "Rebecca... don't – Clark's my brother – really!"
"How do you know? Do you have any evidence at all?"
"The voice-," started Trixie ridiculously, hearing how pathetic she sounded.
"They're just voices in your head. You need to see someone about them, dear."
"No!" Trixie cried. "He's real. You know he tells me things and then they happen – I told you. You believed me before."
Rebecca sighed. "I'm sorry, she's been bothering you." She said to Clark. "I'll make sure she doesn't come back."
"I believe her." replied Clark, making Trixie jump. She wasn't expecting him to speak. "Listen, she's told me more about me than I even know myself. That voice doesn't mean there's something wrong with her. And we even look similar. Trixie hasn't bothered any of us at all."
Rebecca's gaze turned onto Trixie's again, who was getting ready to run if she had to. "Maybe you've made friends... but..."
"Don't make me go." Trixie tried to persuade her.
Rebecca stood, trying to figure out in her mind what she was going to do.
Just as she thought things were going to get worse, Martha and Jonathan came back in the truck and Trixie let out a sigh of relief, at least for now.
Clark turned around as they got out into the driveway.
"What's going on?" asked Martha, watching Rebecca.
"Mrs Kent." Rebecca smiled. "I'm Rebecca Turner. I came for my daughter – Annie."
Trixie shook her head, cringing.
Jonathan narrowed his eyes at her, realising what she meant.
"It was just my name – I like the name Trixie. It's like my nickname." She explained quickly. "Just my nickname..." she repeated, trailing off as her hopes sunk.
Please, please, please tell me what you think! Any comments are welcome.
P.S. I wrote this when I was watching season 1 so I had no idea that there wasn't a guest bedroom at the farm... so please excuse that. This story is AU anyway.