Clark laughed. " Sure, OK," he smiled. " Really, who are you?"
The girl sighed. " You're slow, aren't you? Mentally I mean. Physically you're like faster than a speeding bullet or somethin'." She set Lana down on the couch carefully.
He began to grow irritated with this girl. " Who are you?"
His "sidekick" sighed. " I'm Morgan Johannson."
" How do you know about me?"
" For starters, you've been at, like, every crime scene in Smallville since October! Plus I know you were adopted a few days after the meteor shower. It's not that hard to figure out."
" And Tina?" Clark glanced over at her, to make sure she was still unconscious.
" My uncle works for Metropolis PD. He called me 'cause he was worried about a fugitive in town."
It was very hard for Clark to take all this in. " How old are you?"
" Thirteen. Almost fourteen. I'm very advanced." She's going to annoy the hell out of me, Clark realized.
" So…" It was an odd question, but Clark had to ask. " What do you, you know…"
" Do?" she finished. Morgan nodded. A vase from Lana's kitchen table, the television set, and Lana suddenly lifted a few feet off the ground. She smiled. " Happy?"
" Put- hey, Morgan… put her down!" Lana dropped slowly to the couch.
" Plus, I can go into people's heads. You know, thoughts and dreams and stuff."
Oh god, Clark thought. She can read thoughts.
" That's right," she said with a grin. " So, you call the police and 911 so they can pick up Lana and Tina."
" And you…"
" I'm here with ya, big guy," Morgan gave him a little punch on the arm, and rubbed her knuckles. " Are you made of steel or somethin'?"
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Mr. And Mrs. Kent rushed to the Lang house. " Clark!" Mrs. Kent embraced her son tightly.
" I'm OK, Mom," Clark said.
" Me too," Morgan gave Mrs. Kent a thumbs-up.
Mr. And Mrs. Kent exchanged glances. " I'm sorry…You are?" Mr. Kent asked.
" I'm his sidekick," Morgan replied, inspecting a fingernail. " We fight crime."
" She's delusional," Clark explained.
" Oh, describing ourselves, our we?"
" Listen-"
" They fight like brother and sister," Mr. Kent noticed.
Clark suddenly got very angry. " I don't even know her."
Morgan shrugged. She's so- oh no, she'll just read, Clark remembered tiredly.
" That's right," Morgan said, beamed.
" I'm going to school," Clark picked up his backpack. He pointed to Morgan. " You stay away." Without another word he walked off with his parents.
Stubborn, Morgan thought. He'll be mad when I save his little pink butt one day.
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" Ma!" hollered a blonde girl. " I want my soda."
A woman with gray-streaked short blonde curls hurried down the stairs. " I thought having a sore throat means you don't scream, honey. You're fifteen, a little too old for tantrums."
The girl pouted. " If you don't do what I say, I'll do my thing."
The older woman's face went pale. " Of course, my little Jenny- Bunny." The girl's face grew dark.
" Now, now, NOW!" Jenny screamed. Paintings on the wall shook, knick- knacks fell off their shelves. The ground split, tearing up the carpet and knocking the girl's mother back. Her neck twisted and broke.
Jenny smiled as she stood up. " Now that she's gone-" she kicked the body playfully, " it's time for fun."
The girl sighed. " You're slow, aren't you? Mentally I mean. Physically you're like faster than a speeding bullet or somethin'." She set Lana down on the couch carefully.
He began to grow irritated with this girl. " Who are you?"
His "sidekick" sighed. " I'm Morgan Johannson."
" How do you know about me?"
" For starters, you've been at, like, every crime scene in Smallville since October! Plus I know you were adopted a few days after the meteor shower. It's not that hard to figure out."
" And Tina?" Clark glanced over at her, to make sure she was still unconscious.
" My uncle works for Metropolis PD. He called me 'cause he was worried about a fugitive in town."
It was very hard for Clark to take all this in. " How old are you?"
" Thirteen. Almost fourteen. I'm very advanced." She's going to annoy the hell out of me, Clark realized.
" So…" It was an odd question, but Clark had to ask. " What do you, you know…"
" Do?" she finished. Morgan nodded. A vase from Lana's kitchen table, the television set, and Lana suddenly lifted a few feet off the ground. She smiled. " Happy?"
" Put- hey, Morgan… put her down!" Lana dropped slowly to the couch.
" Plus, I can go into people's heads. You know, thoughts and dreams and stuff."
Oh god, Clark thought. She can read thoughts.
" That's right," she said with a grin. " So, you call the police and 911 so they can pick up Lana and Tina."
" And you…"
" I'm here with ya, big guy," Morgan gave him a little punch on the arm, and rubbed her knuckles. " Are you made of steel or somethin'?"
************************************
Mr. And Mrs. Kent rushed to the Lang house. " Clark!" Mrs. Kent embraced her son tightly.
" I'm OK, Mom," Clark said.
" Me too," Morgan gave Mrs. Kent a thumbs-up.
Mr. And Mrs. Kent exchanged glances. " I'm sorry…You are?" Mr. Kent asked.
" I'm his sidekick," Morgan replied, inspecting a fingernail. " We fight crime."
" She's delusional," Clark explained.
" Oh, describing ourselves, our we?"
" Listen-"
" They fight like brother and sister," Mr. Kent noticed.
Clark suddenly got very angry. " I don't even know her."
Morgan shrugged. She's so- oh no, she'll just read, Clark remembered tiredly.
" That's right," Morgan said, beamed.
" I'm going to school," Clark picked up his backpack. He pointed to Morgan. " You stay away." Without another word he walked off with his parents.
Stubborn, Morgan thought. He'll be mad when I save his little pink butt one day.
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" Ma!" hollered a blonde girl. " I want my soda."
A woman with gray-streaked short blonde curls hurried down the stairs. " I thought having a sore throat means you don't scream, honey. You're fifteen, a little too old for tantrums."
The girl pouted. " If you don't do what I say, I'll do my thing."
The older woman's face went pale. " Of course, my little Jenny- Bunny." The girl's face grew dark.
" Now, now, NOW!" Jenny screamed. Paintings on the wall shook, knick- knacks fell off their shelves. The ground split, tearing up the carpet and knocking the girl's mother back. Her neck twisted and broke.
Jenny smiled as she stood up. " Now that she's gone-" she kicked the body playfully, " it's time for fun."
