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."