A/N: Ok so I'm finally back with this story. Here's how things are going to go with this story. I am not going to rewrite every episode of season 1. Some episodes will either be skipped over, but referenced and some will be rewritten with the basic plot of the episode still standing, but with changes made to them. Two of those episodes will be 'Obscura' and 'Tempest'. Enjoy!

Clark super sped back to the Kent farm in under a few seconds. He noticed that the lights weren't on and figured his parents were probably asleep. He slowly opened the back door and quietly started to sneak over to the stairs when the lights clicked on.

"Going somewhere?" His mom asked sitting at the kitchen table.

"Why don't you take a seat," Jonathan said pointing at the empty chair. Clark jumped into the chair and took a sigh.

"We haven't heard from you all day Clark. We were beginning to get worried," Martha said.

"You want to tell us where you've been all night?" Jonathan asked his son.

"You know how Smallville High has that Scarecrow tradition?" Clark asked his parents.

"Yeah; it's been going on since I went there," Jonathan responded.

"Well I was selected," Clark honestly answered them.

"Hold on son," Jonathan said. "Even if you were selected you could've cut yourself free no problem."

"I know it's just that; you know how I always get sick whenever I'm around Lana's necklace? Whitney was wearing it when he jumped me and he put it around my neck. If Lex hadn't found me and untied me I'd still be stuck in that field," Clark revealed. He decided for now to keep quiet about the octagon he found on Whitney.

"What was Lex Luthor doing out there?" Jonathan asked now curious.

"I was in the field next to the Luthor Corp plant. He must've seen Whitney leaving the field and decided to check it out," he explained hoping they'd drop the subject before he had to reveal any more information.

"Is there anything else you haven't told us Clark?" Jonathan asked him.

"No; nothing at all," Clark lied. The last thing he needed to do was to tell them that some familiar object fell into the wrong hands and about the disastrous results that followed. Jonathan didn't look like he believed Clark, but he didn't push the matter. Taking his silence as a 'you can go' Clark got up and left.

Once Clark was safely out of earshot Jonathan said to Martha, "Do you get the feeling we didn't get the full story?"

"Yes, but let's look at it this way. What's the worst thing that could've possibly happened? It's Clark after all."

Smallville High – The Next day

Rudy Jones sat at one of the desks in one of them many classrooms absentmindedly spinning the octagonal disk on top of it. He really wasn't sure what to do with it. He'd never seen anything like the small symbols on it, but honestly speaking, who was he going to show this to?

"Rudy?"

"Mr. Kent," Rudy said grabbing and pocketing the disk before he could see him. "Is there something I can do for you?" He asked.

"No; this is where my first class is actually. What are you doing here?" Clark asked the janitor.

"Prolonging the task of cleaning up the mess in the science lab caused by that mini earth quake or who knows what," he answered heading out the door.

"Rudy always looks so depressed," Clark thought. "Then again working two janitorial shifts at both a high school and the Luthor Corp. plant could do that to anyone. Clark's cell phone buzzed and he checked the text message he received.

Meet at the Torch after class. You aren't going to believe this!

Chloe

"You got a message too huh," Clark's best friend Pete said from behind Clark.

"Hi Pete," Clark greeted.

"Where were you last night Clark? You missed some pretty strange and entertaining stuff at the dance."

"Like what?" Clark asked feigning ignorance of the events he knows all too well.

"First, one of the cheerleaders stole Rudy's master keys and locked herself in the bathroom after her boyfriend dumped her. The other girls made a pathetic attempt to calm her down; it was hilarious man. But the strangest thing that happened though was that there was some kind of mini earth quake or something like that; I'm not sure. It was over after a few minutes. I, Chloe, and Lana went inside to look for Whitney when we noticed he wasn't outside. We found the jock lying on the floor."

"How is he?" Clark asked hoping that he wasn't hurt from the fight.

"He has one maybe two broken ribs, but he won't show that he's in pain; after all he is the captain of the football team. Speaking of football I wonder what poor sucker the football team chose to be the Scarecrow." Clark didn't respond to Pete's comment and just took his seat. He never wanted to be reminded of being the scarecrow ever again.

The rest of the day flew by faster than a speeding bullet. Clark exited his last class with the disk still on his mind. He was beginning to wonder if he should've told his parents about it now. After all he has no idea what even happened to the thing. Any one of his classmates could've taken it by now and for all he knows it could've attached itself to them. As he looked up he saw one of the students bump into a girl and made her drop all her books. The girl knelt down to pick them up and Clark jogged over to help her.

"Let me help you with those," Clark offered.

"Thanks," the girl responded. They both reached for the last book and grabbed it at the same time. Clark and the girl looked up at each other and Clark was at a loss for words. She was probably the most beautiful girl Clark had ever seen. She was even prettier than Lana. Clark heard the girl laugh a little and he realized how stupid he must look staring at her. Clark cleared his throat and held out his hand. "I'm Clark; Clark Kent." The girl took his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Tess Mercer."

"I haven't seen you around school before," Clark said as they stood up.

"Just moved here," Tess said to him. Clark was about to continue when his cell buzzed again and he saw Chloe left him a message asking him where he was.

"Well I have to be somewhere now. It was nice meeting you Tess. Hope you like Smallville. Maybe I'll see you around," Clark said to her and then ran off for the Torch.

Tess smiled. "I think I'm going to like it here."

"What took you so long?" Chloe asked Clark as he entered the Torch.

"Just helping out a new student," Clark answered as he took a seat next to Pete.

"You mean Tess Mercer?" Chloe asked him.

"Yeah; how did you know about her?"

"I met her first period. She seems nice, but on to more important matters. You guys are never going to believe this."

"What? Did the cheerleaders all die a fiery and slow death like you've always secretly wanted them to?" Pete jokingly asked.

"Very funny, Pete" she said with an eye roll. "Anyway I've done it. I've actually done it."

"Done what?" Clark asked.

"Don't leave us in suspense," Pete added.

"I've got evidence of the appearance of a meteor freak at this very school!" She exclaimed in quick excitement. Clark swallowed thickly; was his identity blown?

"What evidence Chloe?" Pete asked. Chloe directed their view towards her computer where a picture of a blur was on her screen. "Chloe; you do realize that blur could be anything? It could be well… well…"

"Well what?" Chloe asked putting her hands on her hips.

"Well… anything but a bird or a plane at least," he said. "Who was using the camera that night anyway?"

"Sorry Pete. Protected source," Chloe told him.

"He's right Chloe you can't be certain that this was a meteor freak." Clark said to her.

"You got a better suggestion?"

"Well. No," Clark answered. "You aren't thinking of running this in the Torch are you though? I mean how are you going to run this by the principal?"

"I already did and you know what he said?" Clark felt very nervous now. "He said absolutely not." Chloe revealed. Clark silently thanked Principal Kwan in his mind. "However, he did say to me that if I managed to find better evidence he'd be fine with me printing the story. That's what I'm going to do boys and you're going to help me."

"I don't think the principal was being serious Chloe. He might've said that just to get you off his back about the story," Clark suggested.

"Well he made a mistake presenting me with a challenge Clark. By the time you, me, and Pete are done investigating we're going to find out who this guy is," Chloe said putting her hands on Clark and Pete's shoulders.

A/N: Three guesses as to who got that shot of Clark at the homecoming dance. My updates for this story aren't going to be fast I can tell you that much. I know how I want to carry out the major parts of the story. Getting to said major parts is the problem. See ya!