Alternate Universe - What if Clark was a girl…Also if she were 17. The first bit will be slightly first couple season crossed with if Claire was in her final year of highschool. Whitney never leaves for the army, and I've changed a few other things. Anyways just enjoy the story.

This is a not revised version, of a story I wrote ages ago and never finished. Figured I would unload a few chapters and if people liked it perhaps post all that I have written.

Chapter 1

She was leaning against the bridge, watching the water that flowed beneath her as it rushed past. Then she heard it, the sound of screeching tires. Turning to look she found herself face to face with a car, and before she knew it she was in the river trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Then she remembered the car, there had to have been someone driving it. Quickly diving down under the water she rushed towards the car and without hesitating pulled the roof back enough to view the inside of the car, and to see its lone occupant unconscious.

Pulling him from the car she made her way with him to land and laid him out while she checked for a pulse, and when she did not find one she quickly began CPR. After a few attempts to bring him back she felt his body shudder under her hands and swiftly he began to cough up the water he had ingested.

After that everything that happened was a blur, and the next thing she knew she had a blanket wrapped around her and her father was rubbing her arms.

"Claire are you sure you are okay?" Jonathan asked as he examined his daughter once again for injuries.

"Ya, I'm okay dad." Claire as she looked at her father.

"Who was the maniac driving the car?" Jonathan questioned as he began to look around the area.

Lex approached slowly as he pulled the blanket that was wrapped around him a little tighter. "That would be me. Lex Luthor." Lex examined the two as he spoke his eyes quickly examining the older man standing in front of him and then to the young woman who had saved his life.

"I'm Jonathan Kent, and this is my daughter Claire." Spoke Jonathan as he wrapped an arm around his daughter, pulling her closer to him.

Lex examined her, she stood about a complete head shorter than himself, and she had shoulder length wavy black hair that currently clung to her face do to its moisture. "Thank you, for saving my life."

Smiling up at him Claire nodded in response. "I'm sure you would have done the same thing." Then she raised a hand to push some of her hair behind her ear as she felt her cheeks redden under Lex's gaze.

"Mr. Kent you have a remarkable daughter, if there is anyway I can repay you…"

"Just drive slower." Than with that Jonathan pushed his daughter towards the road and they began their way to the truck. Once they were situated in the truck Jonathan turned to look at his daughter. "What were you thinking!"

"What was I thinking?" Claire whipped the blanket off of herself and stared at her father in disbelief. "I was thinking I wasn't going to let that man die." Turning her head Claire stared out the truck window and watched the scene down by the rivers edge.

Having the feeling like he was being watched Lex turned from the paramedic that was giving him the all clear, and he found Claire staring at him through the window of the truck. A loud splash broke him of his concentration however and Lex turned to look at the river where his car was currently being hoisted up out of the water, the roof pulled back in a very odd way.

Curiously Lex turned to look at Claire again but found that the truck was gone. He had been sure that he had hit her, and how had she pulled him from the vehicle. The damage to the roof could never have been caused by the impact with the bridge railing.

The next day Claire arrived home from school to see a brand new, bright red truck sitting in the driveway. "Hey mom, what's this?" Claire questioned her mother as she looked at her mother who was sitting on the porch sipping a glass of lemonade.

"It's yours." Martha announced. As Claire approached her mother Martha handed her a letter.

"Dear Claire, drive safe. Always in your debt, the maniac in the Porsche." Claire tore her gaze away from the letter and looked back towards the shiny piece of machinery. "Mom I can't accept this. Where are the keys?"

"Your father has them." Claire then bounded from the steps and used her x-ray vision to scan the area around the house looking for her father. Finding him in the barn Claire made her way to him.

"Hey dad." Claire greeted as she approached him.

Turning off the woodchipper he was currently using Jonathan looked towards his daughter. "Claire…" Jonathan began as he took a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and set them on a two-by-four.

"Dad, don't worry, I know I can't keep the truck." Claire spoke slowly. "But dad, I...he, he hit me, on that bridge." Claire spoke as she made her towards the woodchipper. Turning it on she stuck her arm into the machine and soon the gears sputtered trying to tear her flesh apart.

"Claire!" Jonathan ran towards his only child and ripped her arm out from the chipper inspecting it for damage. But besides her sweater being slightly ripped her flesh was completely untouched.

"That car hit me dad, at sixty miles an hour." Claire spoke as she ripped her arm away from her father. "What is wrong with me."

"Claire, I think it's time we told you." Jonathan spoke as he ran a hand across his face.

Claire looked at her father quizzically. "Tell me what?"

Jonathan led his daughter into the farmhouse with Martha in tow. Entering the kitchen Jonathan made his way to one of the drawers and pulled out a small box that was there, unlocking it with a key from his keychain he handed it over to Claire.

Examining the box carefully Claire opened the lid to see a small flat disc like object. "What is it?"

"We don't know, but from what we can figure it must be from your parents, your real parents." Jonathan spoke as he slowly approached his daughter.

"What does it say?" Claire questioned as she removed the object from the box and examined the weird etchings that were written on it.

Martha moved to lay a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "We don't know, your dad and I tried to decipher it years ago, but it's not of any known earth language."

Claire looked from the object to her mother. "Earth language, geez you make me sound like an alien. Next thing you are going to tell me is you've been hiding my ship out in the barn."

"Actually the storm cellar." Jonathan spoke with a slight smirk. He then motioned for Claire to follow and the family made their way across the drive and towards the old storm cellar. Slowly Jonathan opened the doors and made his way down the stone stairs with his daughter close on his heals.

"Claire, your real parents weren't exactly from around here." Said Jonathan as he reached forward to a large tarp covered object in the middle of the room. Pulling the tarp off, he heard his daughter gasp beside him as she moved to touch the ship.

"It was the day of the meteor shower. The day you came into our lives." Martha spoke slowly reaching out to touch her daughter's arm.

When Claire felt her mother attempt to take her arm she quickly pulled herself away. "Why did you never tell me this?" Claire questioned loudly towards her parents. At least she had thought they were her parents. Now she didn't know what to think anymore.

"We wanted to tell you when the time was right, when you were ready. But we needed to protect you from the world. If people had found out what you were, they would have taken you from us." Martha spoke sadly as she looked her daughter over.

Claire couldn't be here anymore she, she needed to get out. With faster than human speed she raced back to the barn, grabbing the keys to the truck she had received from Lex and before her parents could even exit the storm cellar she was leaving a trail of dust behind her as she drove the truck away.

"Claire!" Jonathan yelled as he rushed out into the sunlight.