Sing, Canary, Sing

Chapter 1: New Voices.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.

Full summery: Ok, it's senior year and Clark is loving life. Except, he's going through a lot of messy things, and would like to have someone to share all of these things with. Enter: Black Canary, or Dinah Lance, a fresh out of Gotham beauty that has some "messy issues" of her own. Of course, this is one of my stories, so there will be Romance. Also some Bell Reve stuff coming. And FYI: Dinah: I write her a tad different. That includes background and personality. Enjoy.

He knew the second that she walked into the small, family owned restaurant in a short skirt, stiletto heels, holding a designer hand bag that she wasn't from Smallville.

Or anywhere around Smallville.

In fact, Clark Kent was fairly certain that she wasn't from anywhere in the vicinity of Kansas.

He was siting at the counter, waiting for his take out. His mother was working late at the Talon that night, so it was just him and his father. He watched her walk towards him, but looked away when she looked at him. Then, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find her smiling at him. "Excuse me," she asked, "But, where can I pick up an order?"

"Right here." A waitress said, handing Clark a large, brown, paper bag. She looked back at the girl. "Name?"

"Lance." The girl answered. The waitress nodded, then went back into the kitchen. Clark stood up.

"So, you're new to town?"

"Yup. Straight outta Gotham." She told him, brushing a strand of her long, blonde hair behind her ear. Clark extended his hand. "Clark Kent." She took it and smiled a warm smile.

"Dinah. Dinah Lance."

"When did you move here?" Clark asked her.

"Just this afternoon. So that I can start senior year at Smallville High School bright and early." She laughed slightly.

"So, why move so far away? I mean, Gotham is really up north." Clark said.

"Oh, I moved down here with my Dad. He uh, kinda bought the oil refinery." Clarks eye's got wide.

"Yeah," She breathed. "It was kinda an impulse buy." They laughed. "So, when he told me he was moving, I asked to come with him."

"Asked?"

"My parents are divorced. I could have stayed with my mom, but decided not to."

She looked at him strangely for a moment. "Wow, I don't think I've ever told that much to someone I just met." She smiled at him. Then, the waitress came back out and handed her a bag. She paid, then turned back to Clark.

"I guess I'll see you at school." She said.

"Yeah." He replied, then, watched her walk away.

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Dinah pulled open her locker and shoved her tons of books and folders inside. She was glad it was the end of the day. Her first day of school had been tiring. She had decided that she wasn't so sure she liked how obsessed that town was with football. She closed her locker to find the guy from the diner. Clark, that was his name. She'd never forget his eye's. She smiled. "Hey."

"Hey. You looked like you could use a friendly face."

"You have no idea how right you are."

"So, this is the girl straight out of Gotham?" A girl with short blonde hair asked Clark, coming up to them.

"Dinah, this is Chloe. Chloe, this is Dinah." Both girls said hello, then, Dinah looked from Clark, then to Chloe, then back to Clark again. Clark and Chloe how bizzar, yet perfect would that be?

"Are you two-" But, before she could finish her question, Chloe cut her off with a fierce

"God no!"

"Just, really good friends." Clark told her, more politely. Dinah nodded.

"Walk you out?" Clark asked. She smiled and nodded.

"Sure."

"So," Chloe said, "Tell me everything about Gotham. And I'll tell you everything about Smallville and the weirdness that ensues."

"Weirdness?" Dinah asked. And here I thought I'd get a bit of normalcy.

"Hell yes. And, it all started with these meteor rocks."

Dinah noticed that Clark suddenly looked slightly scared.