The fallen sky: Lol. I meant what I said. I may love Chloe; but her getting her ass kicked is canon. I figure the apple doesn't fall from the tree. And with a title as ominous as "Bring Her To Me" you can just expect things to go bad for the poor girl. But don't worry; I tend to favor happy endings…sometimes.
The thing about the Kent kids is that it's going to be hard. There are so many of them, and I don't want to just throw them out there because it'll be hard to remember who is who and what each who looks like; but I'm going to try my best ease them in as naturally as I can. God, I hope I pull it off; but I'm really nervous that I might not be able to. Keep your fingers crossed that I'm able to!;)
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Dizzy78: Lol. You always ask questions that I can't answer; but thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Madlenita: Thank you! And I'm sure I can think up a few more Chlark stories;)
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"Mom said wake up."
I open my eyes immediately; but not because my sister is talking to me.
She hit me.
Hard.
It hurt.
I've got two sisters; but I automatically know it was Casey.
She's the only one who does that.
She got it from Auntie Lois.
I wish she'd give it back.
"Will you stop that," I mutter before sitting up.
"Mom made John do your chores while you slept; but he got to use his gifts," she scowls at me instead. That's because the answer is no. She's not going to stop. I don't even know why I ask her anymore; I just do. Just in case.
"Dad left already, didn't he?" I ask. I must've slept in if our mother made Johnny do my chores for me. I don't know why my parents didn't just wake me earlier. I would've liked to tell my father goodbye before he went off to work.
Casey doesn't answer my question; she just keeps scowling at me.
And I know why.
We're not allowed to use our abilities to do our chores. She has the right to scowl; but I ignore her. And I don't even ignore her because she scowls at me so often that I'm used to it. I ignore her because I just realized that I'm not in my room.
I'm in my parents' room; in their bed.
Why am I in my parents' bed?
"She was asking for you last night, so Dad came and got you," Casey answers my nonverbally asked question.
I sigh.
I had "the dream" again last night, and I'm sure I cried. I always cry. But it usually only happens about once or twice a month.
Usually.
But I've been having it every night for the past week.
I've been crying in my sleep every night for the past week.
Dad must've heard me…again; and while he usually doesn't tell on me, he must've done so this time; and my mother must've told him to come and get me out of pity.
I'm fifteen years old; and yet I'm back in Mommy and Daddy's bed.
God this is embarrassing.
I stand up and stretch a little.
"Put some shorts on," Casey mutters before walking past me and out the door.
I ignore her.
She tells me that every morning; and every night I go to bed in just a t-shirt. And why shouldn't I? I'm at home. I should be allowed to be comfortable. And besides, it's one of the very few things I have in common with my mother. It's silly, but I hold onto things like that for as long as possible.
"Lizzy! Get down here and make it fast, young Lady! You are not going to be late for the first day of School!"
I cringe a little at my mother's raised voice before dressing and brushing my teeth as fast as I possibly can.
Literally.
When I get downstairs, I have to duck.
Literally.
My brother, Andrew, just threw some breakfast my cousin's way.
I pause in the middle of the kitchen and frown. Yes, I'm used to the 'school morning chaos'; the projectile food and people, lots of people, rushing around to get this and that; but I'm not used to seeing Samuel Queen here while it happens.
"Sammy, aren't you supposed to be in Metropolis? It's the first day of school," I tell him. I have to yell a bit over the noise; but I know he heard me because he's glaring at me. I'm not supposed to call him Sammy anymore. It's Sam now; but I keep forgetting.
"Sorry Sam," I apologize immediately.
"It's okay Red," he grins brightly at me; immediately forgetting my mishap.
I hurry from him before he can ruffle my hair. He's Andrew's age; which means he's younger than me by a year, but I don't think he knows that. He treats me like he's at least five years my senior; and I let him. I can't help it. He's so much like Auntie Lois that it just kinda comes natural.
Now, I love my auntie, I do; but she's always teasing me, and picking on me, and giving me these looks. Sometimes, I don't think she likes me very much; but my mom says not to worry about her. She says that I'm so much like my father that my auntie just can't help herself.
I suppose it's true. She doesn't seem to like my father very much either.
"I'm going to school with you," Sammy answers while sitting down at the table and starting on his breakfast. It's a pop tart. I couldn't tell before; but now that it's no longer airborne, I can see it just fine.
"Didn't your parents tell you? As of today I'm officially a student at Smallville High," he finishes with a wink.
I ignore him.
He's being sarcastic; and not even on purpose. It's just second nature to him.
Sammy goes to a private school in Metropolis. There's no way my auntie and uncle would let him go to a school like Smallville High. More than likely, today isn't the first day of school for his school. Private schools seem to have a different schedule from public ones.
"Honestly Lizzy, I just don't get how you can be as fast as lightening and as slow as molasses all at the same time," my mom says while sitting me down and shoving a bowl of cereal into my hands.
I don't take offense by her nearly harsh treatment. She's in a rush. She's got to get five kids to two different schools on time. It would've been three but Casey didn't want to be left behind in elementary. Not even for a year; so she begged my parents to let her skip a grade so that she could be with Andrew. My mom said no at first; but then she begged dad and told him that it wasn't fair that Johnny and I got to be together all the time. My dad could've told her that it was because Johnny and I are twins; but he just talked to my mother about it and the following year Casey was attending Smallville Middle with us.
"Andrew! Have you seen the brush?"
"It's in your hand Auntie," Sammy answers.
"Thank you Sammy," my mom answers distractedly.
She doesn't sound embarrassed by what just happened.
She's too busy to be embarrassed.
I bend my head backwards and look up at my mother; she immediately pushes my head forward and begins to unravel one of my braids. She's stopped asking me how I want to wear it years ago. I always wear my hair in two braids. Always.
"How's this Mom?"
I look up from my cereal bowl just enough to see my youngest sister standing in front of me, awaiting our mother's approval.
Our parents have agreed to let her dress herself for school this year and it shows.
She's wearing the furriest pair of brown boots; yellow tights, a purple knee length skirt with red polka dots, a white t-shirt with the care bears and a rainbow on it, which she drew herself by the way; pink, green, and orange plastic bracelets, and a blue baseball cap.
"Noley," my mom sighs. "You know you can't wear the baseball cap."
"Mooom,"-
"Those are the rules sweetie. Oh, and get rid of the ringpop."
"It's jewelry. You said I can wear any kind of jewelry I want."
"Not the kind that's ninety percent sugar. Get rid of it. Now."
"Fine, I will."
"Noel London Kent, if you eat that thing right now, I swear…" she trails off.
She doesn't have to finish anyway. Once her first, middle, and last names are used, Noley pretty much understands that our mom is serious.
"Mom, you're seriously going to let her go to school like that?" Casey asks once she finally gets a good look at Noley.
"I match! Right mom?"
My mom doesn't answer. She can't. I can feel both of her hands in my hair, working on one of my braids; and I instantly realize she has a hair tie in her mouth.
"Of course you match Noley. You're wearing all the same colors that are in the rainbow, just like the one on your shirt," I answer for my mother.
"You're right," my sister grins at me before sticking her tongue out at Casey; it's clearly a nonverbal 'in your face.'
"What about your shoes? There's no brown anywhere in your shirt," Casey retorts.
I nearly roll my eyes; but instead I take another bite of my cereal.
Noley just turned eight, Casey's nearly fourteen years old. Why is there even an argument?
I look around for my brothers; hoping one of them can help out as I really don't like to get into it with Casey. She's not above hitting below the belt.
"Lizzy, what about my shoes?" Noley whispers.
I glance around for my brothers again; but they're not in here. They must've gone outside to their room to finish packing their school stuff. They're lucky they can do that. Dad fixed up the loft in the barn so that it's no longer a loft. It's their bedroom.
I wish my room was outside of the house as well; that I didn't have to share with both my sisters; but I doubt my parents would even think about it.
I glance over at my cousin. I don't know what for though. Sammy's still sitting across from me; but he's not going to intervene. He likes it when my sisters argue; probably because he's not allowed to argue with his brother. Not that there's much to argue about anyway. Michael just turned three.
"Lizzy?" My sister frowns at me when I don't answer.
"Your hair," I tell her. "Your boots match your hair."
"Yeah Casey,my shoes are brown like my hair," Noley sneers at her after shooting a grin at me. I smile back before taking another bite of my breakfast.
"Mom!" Casey turns her attention back onto our mother after getting nowhere with Noley.
I keep my mouth shut this time, no longer needing to run interference between my sisters. I can tell my mom's wrapping the hair tie around the end of my braid.
Her mouth is no longer full.
She can speak now.
"Casey, honey, Noley's outfit isn't hurting you, is it?"
"No, but It's embarrassing!"
"How? You're going to Smallville High. She's going to Smallville elementary," my mom points out while starting on my other braid.
"Exactly! This is Smallville. Everyone knows The Kents. Everyone knows she's one of them. Everyone knows I'm one of them. I can't let her wear that! I'll never be able to live it down!"
"I kinda like it," I butt in.
"Yeah well no one asked you. Everyone thinks you're adopted anyway; and if it weren't for your abilities, I'd think you were adopted too," she spits back at me.
Like I said, below the belt. And true at the same time. I don't look like a Kent. I'm the only one in my family with red hair. Casey, Andrew, and my mom are blondes. Dad, Johnny, and Noley are brunettes. I'm also the only one with brown eyes. Everyone else has green eyes. Everyone. Even Sammy and Michael.
"Casey," Our mom starts, but before she can get any further my brothers walk balk in, and the school morning chaos resumes.
I'm glad.
Every time Casey points out the fact that I don't look like a Kent while Sammy's around he tells me that I fit in just fine; that I must've gotten my red hair from my grandmother and my brown eyes from his dad.
It may sound like he's being nice; but he's not. Everyone knows Grandma Martha adopted Dad; and Uncle Oliver isn't related to me by blood. There's no way I could have inherited anything from either of them; genetically anyway.
"I just don't see why I have to pay for your accident," Casey mutters back to my mother; but with the boys back inside, my mom doesn't hear her.
I heard her though; and judging by Noley's wide eyes, she heard her too.
"Don't worry Noley," I decide to do damage control before my sisters really start to go at it. "Kristin's an accident too. We all are."
It's true.
Me and Johnny are red K accidents; it took my mom and Dad two years and two children to figure out that birth control and rubbers don't work because Dad's got super…soldiers; and Noley, well, she was a real accident. Our parents weren't paying attention to 'the cycle' during their Christmas vacation in London nine years ago; hence the name Noel London.
I dip my spoon into my bowl, attempting to take another bite of my cereal; but the bowl's not in my hands anymore.
Casey's taken it away from me, and I watch her practically slam it down onto the table.
"Call me Kristin one more time and I will slip kryptonite into your lucky charms, got it?" she threatens.
I'm about to tell her that I got it; I mean, I kinda asked for it. I know better than to call her-
"Kristin Clark!"
Everyone goes quiet.
Everyone.
We hear a lot of "Casey Kents"; but we never ever hear Kristin Clark, no matter how mad our mother gets at Casey.
She hates that name.
As the story goes, my mother wanted to name my sister Casey, Dad favored Kristin. They argued about it; not the screaming kind of arguing because they never do that; they just kinda disagreed.
For months.
Eventually, Auntie Lois got tired of it and she yelled at them, saying "why don't you just name the kid Kristin Clark and call her by her initials. Then both of you losers win."
They did it for a while; but K.C. just kinda morphed into Casey over the years. So, my mom ended up winning after all.
We've all heard the story so many times we could tell it backwards while skipping every other word.
I keep my eyes on my cereal bowl while my mother yells at my sister for threatening me with kryptonite. I want to tell her that it's no big deal; but I don't say anything.
Not until I see Casey's eyes begin to water. I doubt she'll actually cry; she never does, but the fact that she's actually close to doing so right now is enough to make me feel bad. I did start this after all.
I bend my head backwards and look up at my mother. The sight of her nearly makes me change my mind altogether. I've never seen her this angry before. She's practically red all over, and she's literally shaking with fury.
"Mama, it's okay," I tell her before I completely lose all of my nerve; but I don't think she's heard me.
She's still yelling.
I send a pleading look Johnny's way. If anyone can get our mother to calm down, it's my twin brother; but he's too busy watching her with his mouth hanging open to see me.
I'll have to do this on my own.
I stand up, getting in between my mom and my sister; but before I can say anything, my father is standing in front of me.
It's almost a good thing.
Dad is even better than Johnny at calming my mom down; but the fact that he's here instead of at The Daily Planet is not so good. He only leaves his job for emergencies. "Superman" emergencies. This is not a superman emergency; but he's here anyway.
So this is bad.
I turn around, heading toward the bathroom. I don't particularly have to go; but I'd rather be anywhere than down here.
"Stay right there," my dad says calmly.
My shoulders drop. I should've known he wouldn't let me escape.
"What's going on in here," he asks.
He's looking at me, no one else. He knows this is all my fault.
I sigh heavily before pleading guilty.
"It's my fault dad. I called Casey Kristin. I'm sorry," I confess.
But before my father can say anything to me, my mom tells him about what Casey said about putting kryptonite in my lucky charms.
"Casey," my dad gasps disbelievingly.
I can't say that I'm surprised by it. Casey threatens me a lot; but she's never done it in front of our parents before. She knows better. She knows that my mother is a bit overprotective when it comes to me and any form of kryptonite. I'm the only one in this family besides my father who gets hurt by it. So whenever I go somewhere without her, she always tells my brothers and sisters to watch me. Even Noley; she's had to throw a few green and blue rocks away for me. She likes it; it makes her feel good to be able to protect her big sister.
For Casey however, she's made it perfectly clear that I'm a burden to her; that she doesn't appreciate babysitting someone who's older than her.
I can understand that. I can understand that it's not fair for her. I'm the oldest. I should be protecting her; not the other way around.
"Daddy, it was just a joke," Casey sobs. "I wasn't going to do it for real."
My dad sighs. He's a big softie when it comes to her. Everyone knows it's because he's a big softie when it comes to my mom; and Casey's nearly her clone. The only difference between them is the hair. Not color and length though. They're both blonds, and they both wear their hair long; but Casey's got curls. Very tight little spirals. My mom's hair is straight compared to it.
"Come with me," my dad says to my sister while pulling her outside by her upper arm.
It's all for show.
Casey's going to tell Dad that she thinks our mother doesn't like her very much.
Dad's going to tell her that our Mom loves her.
Casey's going to say a few more things that'll make Dad feel sorry for her.
And Dad will tell her that it's okay, not to do it again, and to apologize.
"Come here baby. Let me finish your hair," my mom says.
I sit down immediately without looking her way.
She still sounds mad.
By the time she's finished with my hair, Casey and Dad are coming back in through the front door.
"I'm sorry Lizzy," Casey says.
I accept her apology immediately, even though I know it's not a sincere one.
"I'm sorry Mom," Casey tells my mother. If she's not sincere with that one, she at least sounds like it.
"Apology accepted. Finish packing or you're going to be late for school," is my mom's answer.
I keep my eyes on my fingers as I finish packing my book bag.
It doesn't sound like my mom's accepted Casey's apology. It sounds like she's still mad.
"Lizzy, walk Noley to her bus stop please."
"Okay Mama," I respond; understanding that it's just her way of getting me out of the house so that she can cut my one of my sibling's hair. She's gonna use blue kryptonite. Scissors don't work in our hair without it. Well, green would work for me as well as blue because it weakens me; but it wouldn't work for any of the others.
That's why I've never had my hair cut. We tried once; but the blue makes us human. And apparently, I'm a very sick human. We're not sure what it is; maybe a brain tumor, or some form of advanced cancer. Whatever it is, it's painful; the worst headache imaginable. I'd gladly eat a bowl full of green kryptonite than stand ten feet within blue K.
I take Noley's hand after my parents kiss her cheek and walk her to the gate. It feels weird. Usually my mom walks us out; and while I always thought that was weird because the bus stops right in front of the gate; but the fact that she's not doing it today is a lot weirder.
"Are you really adopted?"
I look down at my sister's face. She's always asked a lot of questions; and I always try to tell her the truth; but this time I don't actually know the truth.
I probably am adopted. It would explain a lot of things about me. Of course, my father is still my father. There's no denying that; but I don't think my mother is actually my mother. I have this theory. I think that maybe my dad got two women pregnant at around the same time. Normally, he's nothing like that; but I think that my parents were telling the truth about the red K thing. Personally, I've never seen a red K Clark Kent; but my mom says that Dad on rocks is a jerk.
I don't know what happened to the other woman. The woman who gave birth to me supposing I am adopted. She's probably not alive anymore. It would explain my illness and a few other things that are wrong with me.
'Lizzy! Are you listening to me? I said, are you really adopted?"
I blink away my runaway thoughts and give my sister my full attention. I have to. She's jumped on me, wrapping her legs and arms around me loosely. I struggle a minute to keep her, her book bag, and myself from falling onto the ground. It wouldn't have hurt either one of us; but I can just imagine our mother would kill me if I let Noley get dirty just minutes before her bus arrived.
I can hear it coming now.
"Lizzzzy?"
I still don't know what to tell my sister; but I have to tell her something. She's got her palms pressed against my cheeks so that I can focus on her face, and her face only. I don't think she's gonna let go until I answer her.
"Will you still love me if I am?" I ask instead answering her.
She thinks about it for a second, leaning back away from me, crossing one arm over her chest, and tapping her index finger against her chin.
"Will you be the same?" She asks seriously after a few seconds.
"Would you love me if I was different?"
"Would you be different like Casey? Or like Johnny? Or like Andrew?"
"Who would you like me to be like?"
"I don't know; like you are now I guess."
"Then that's how I'd be," I smile at her. Somehow, she always finds a way to make me feel better without even trying.
When the bus is within sight, she hops down immediately. She thinks she's so grown up now and she doesn't want anyone to see her hugged up against her big sister. That's for babies.
"Do you want me to go get Mama?" I ask her.
I know she's already kissed our mother goodbye, but at the same time; it's still the first day. Our mother should still be out here to see her off.
"Uh, Mom's still yelling at Kristin," Noley says with a smirk; and it lets me know that I'm in deep trouble. I've given my sister ammunition.
"Don't call her that!" I hiss.
"Why not? If she puts kryptonite in my cereal I'll just eat it up and nothing will happen."
I'm torn between laughing at her logic and keeping a stern face to let her know that I was serious about using Casey's real name.
Then I opt for neither and just try to fix up her hair a little before the bus stops in front of us. I don't understand how it always gets so messy so fast. It's barely shoulder length and it's nowhere near as thick as mine and Casey's.
As I don't have a comb on me; and I don't have the time to get one; I use my fingers.
"Ow, Lizzy, not so hard," Noley scowls up at me.
I frown back.
Her hairs really sticky…and glittery.
"Noley, what is this?"
"Glitter."
"And?"
"Glue. Bye Lizzy," my sister says while running away from me and literally hopping into the school bus.
'Glue?' I ask myself and raise my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose.
That's when I realize I've got a problem. Noley's bookbag is still in my hand; and the bus is gone.
'crap!'
I take a deep breath after deciding to take it to her myself. I don't want to bother my mom unnecessarily if I don't have to; and my bus shouldn't be here for another twenty minutes. I should be back in time.
With that thought racing through my brain, I take off; not going as fast as I can at first because Noley's bus won't reach her school for another ten minutes.
I take my time; carefully avoiding spots that I know are more kryptonite prone; or spots that make me feel even slightly dizzy. And by the time I get to Smallville Elementary, Noley's just getting off of her bus.
"Noley!" I hiss from behind a nearby bush. I feel kinda silly; but I don't want anyone on the bus wondering how I got from my house to the school before the bus did.
"Noley," I hiss again; when she looks behind herself instead of in my direction.
She sees me this time and grins before skipping over to me.
Well, it's somewhat of a skip and a hop at the same time; she's quite quirky that way; and I've gotten used to it. So it's not really weird to me.
"Did you bring my"-
I hold her book bag up as an answer; then I snatch it away from her when she reaches for it.
"Word of the day," I say.
"It better be a good one," she scowls back at me. She's never really liked the fact that despite my weaknesses I'm still faster than her.
"Ultimatum," I say when she raises her eyebrows at me.
She gives me the correct definition almost immediately.
"Now use it," I ruffle her hair playfully, letting her know that she got the answer right.
"If you do that again," she points to her hair. "I'll slip kryptonite into your lucky charms."
"Noley, I think that's more of a threat than an ultimatum," I laugh.
She just shrugs her shoulders and tells me that they're the same thing.
She's right.
"Now you use it," she tells me.
"Okay, either you give me a goodbye hug, or I'll tell Mama about the glue in your hair."
"I'll pass," she smirks and snatches her book bag out of my hand.
I raise an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to explain.
"You won't tell on me," she says confidently while turning away from me and heading toward her school.
She's right again. I let Noley get away with murder; and then some.
I turn to leave too. I still have a little time before my bus gets to my place.
"Lizzy wait!"
My mom's gonna kill me.
I'm dirty; and so is Noley.
She's jumped on me; and though my reflexes are quicker than normal people's, so are Noley's. I didn't have the time to blink, let alone catch her. She just came out of nowhere.
And now I'm in the bushes. On my back. With a grinning eight year old on top of me.
"Noley! Mama's gonna kill you, look at how dirty we are," I hiss while pulling leaves and things out of her hair. Like it will do any good. There're too many; and the glue's making it worse. Plus, I don't have the time.
"Me? You're the one who wanted a goodbye hug. You even gave me an ultimatum. I had to do it. What do you think Mom would say about that?"
I narrow my eyes at her.
"You're positively evil."
"Butcha love me anyway," she sings back while getting up and offering her hand to me.
I take it with a smile. When is she not going to be right?
"I gotta go before the bell"-
She gets cut off by a ringing bell.
"Oh snapperdoodles!" she exclaims before running off.
I shake my head at her before running off as well; but much faster. The bus will be there soon.
When I get home, everyone's walking out of the house and toward the bus stop. Even Sammy.
It makes me pause at the door instead of running up to the shower the way I need to.
Was he really serious about going to Smallville High?
"Mama?" I call from the doorway. "Why is Sammy"-
"Moira Elizabeth! Where on earth have you-What happened to you?" my mother automatically changes from angry to concerned when she gets a good look at me.
I can tell she thinks that I might've had a run in with kryptonite; but all I need is one word to make her understand that I'm fine. And that word is…
"Noley," I answer. Plain and simple.
It works.
She relaxes immediately; and then she laughs at me.
"I'm going to take a shower," I mutter.
I shower quickly; but not quickly enough. My mom knocks on the door a few minutes later and tells me that I've missed my bus.
I already knew that. I heard it leave.
I sigh as I turn the water off. If my hair wasn't so long, I'd have been in and out of there. But my mom won't let me cut it. She doesn't like to see me hurt. Not even for a minute; but I really think I could handle a few minutes of green kryptonite.
Once I'm downstairs, my mother sits me down again and calls my father over so that he can dry my hair real quick.
It's quick, but it would've been quicker if my hair was shorter; and I have a feeling I'm gonna be late for the first day of school.
"Mama, can I get a ride to school?"
"Oh no you don't," my father answers for her. She's got a scrunchie n her mouth again.
"You're gonna have to run Sweet Pea."
"But Dad, what am I gonna tell people when they ask me how I got to school so fast?"
"Tell them you took a short cut."
"Through what? A black hole?"
They laugh at me then. Both my mother and my father. I wasn't trying to be funny. I really wanna know.
But they don't answer me. My mom just finishes up one braid and starts on the other one.
"Mama?" I start warily. This will be my first time asking her this; and I'm really nervous.
"Hmm?" she answers; scrunchie in her mouth again.
"Maybe if I was to get my hair cut, just a little"-
"Absolutely not!"
"But it wouldn't take long; just five minutes at the most, probably way less than that! I can do it; right Dad?" I look to my father, hoping to get his support; but the look he's giving me gives me absolutely no hope that he will support me on this.
My mom pulls on my hair, yanking my head back until I'm looking up at her and she's looking down at me. It didn't hurt, but still…
"No," she says firmly before loosening her hold on my braid.
I look down into my lap and let her finish my hair. I can feel my father standing beside me; but I don't look up at him. Not even when he puts a hand on my shoulder. I can't help but to feel that he would've at least tried to help me if I was Casey.
"You understand why the answer is no, don't you Sweet Pea?" my father asks while squatting down in front of me and grabbing my hands in his.
I want to tell him no; but I don't want to be difficult, so I nod my head and keep my eyes on our hands.
"That's my girl," he smiles. I can't see him; but he always smiles when he says that.
"Do you think I could get a smile from my girl?" he asks.
"Yes," I tell him with a soft smile.
"Well then, let's see it."
"I just did it Daddy."
"That was a smile?"
"Mmm-hmm," I answer with the straightest face I can manage.
"Are you sure?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Can I get a better one?"
"It was my best."
"I don't believe that. What about you Mama?" Dad asks my mother.
I look up at her; and as soon as I see the smile on her face I just know that I'm in trouble. That's the way Noley and Andrew look at me before they do something to me that they know I don't like.
Tickle me.
"Okay, okay," I forfeit and give my father the biggest, most genuine smile that I can manage.
Thank God he accepts it; and he pulls me out of the chair and away from my mother to protect me from her.
"Okay Sweet Pea, off to school. And remember, shortcut through the black hole," he tells me while kissing my forehead and trying to shove me out the door; but I dig my heels into the floor.
"Wait Dad, I didn't even kiss Mama goodbye!"
"And I thought you were going to forget me," my mother smiles up at me as I approach her. It's kinda weird; being taller than her; but Johnny is too, so I'm not alone in that.
"I won't ever forget you Mama," I say seriously before kissing her the way I've been kissing her since Johnny told her he was too old to be kissed on the lips. He wasn't being mean; he was just a kid; but he still hurt her feelings. I could tell. So I told her that I wasn't too old; and it made her smile. I was proud of myself for making her feel better.
Now it's habit; and probably weird, but she hasn't said anything to me about it yet; probably because she doesn't want to hurt my feelings by telling me that I'm too old now.
"Be careful out there Baby, and don't forget to come home right after school because we're going shopping with Auntie Lois."
"Okay," I sigh.
I hadn't forgotten about it, but I'd hoped that she had. A whole day with my cousins, and siblings, and Auntie Lois just doesn't sound like much fun.
I go outside, my thoughts still on the bad shopping experience I'm going to have in my near future; but then I see my brother and my mood changes instantly.
I can't believe he's still here!
"Johnny, why didn't you catch the bus with everyone else?" I say as calmly as I can; but it's really no use. He can see how excited I am, so he smiles at me and holds his hand out. I take it immediately.
We used to hold hands all the time when we were little; but I kinda had to stop it. At school, the other kids thought it was weird; at home, Casey thinks it's weird; and if we're anywhere that isn't Smallville, people think I'm his girlfriend.
Johnny doesn't really mind too much what everyone else says; but I don't want him to be teased. It would make me feel bad. He's always too busy watching over me to have a life of his own; I don't want to make him uncomfortable at school too.
"Hey Johnny,"-
"No Lizzy, I don't think you're adopted."
"How'd you do that?" I ask him with wide eyes.
He smiles back at me.
"The same way you always know things. Race ya to school!" he says before taking off.
I smile after him; but he's wrong. I'm sure he was listening to me and Noley at the bus stop earlier.
That's not how I always know things.
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A/N: so, that's pretty much the world from Moira Kent's perspective. Again, if OCs aren't your thing, I'm sorry, but this whole story will be told from Moira and Chloe's POV's. It's the only way I can let you know all the details as Chloe can't exactly be with her children 24/7. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
And about the blue K for cutting hair, it's all Smallville's fault. In season 4's "Spell" episode "Isobel" tried to cut Clark's hair; but the scissors broke. It kinda confused me. I was like, "how does Clark cut his hair then?" but whatever. I did the best I could with what they gave me; and it helped with Moira's "problems" I think. I just hope it didn't confuse you too much.
Oh, and I'm sorry if everyone isn't as happy as you'd like them to be; but I think these are the kinds of problems that a family like this would have. I wanted to make them as realistic as possible considering they can hear for miles away and pick up cars and stuff.
Oh, and the Kristin thing was not a jab at Kristin Kreuk, the actress who plays Lana Lang. I swear on my life that I just liked the name Kristin Clark, because it was perfect for the whole K.C. turning into Casey thing; and as you see it was necessary for everyone to understand just how angry Chloe was with her daughter for threatening Moira. She might've overreacted; but I wanted her to because it would show that she's still on edge because of the nightmare she just had about her daughter being taken away from her.