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A/N: Takes place Season 4.

Jason came to Smallville for a completly different reason.

The next day after school Becky and Lana were watching the football team pratice. Clark looked like a little kid in a candy store.

"I've never seen that look on Clark's face before." Lana laughed.

"Actually it kind of scared me." She said.

"So we going to the movies tonight? It is Friday after all."

"I kind of promised Mrs. Kent that I'd help around the house today."

"It's okay to have fun once in a while."

"I'll be right back. I forgot something in my locker." Becky said leaving.

Clark came over. "Where's she going?"

"Said she left something in her locker. Hey Clark, does your mother really need Becky's help tonight with chores?"

"No." Clark laughed. "Why?"

"Because I asked her if she wanted to go to the movies tonight and that's what she told me. I think she's still shy."

"I'll talk to her."

"KENT! BREAKS OVER!" Jason yelled from the field.

"Doing good Kent." Lana called.

oooooo

After practice Clark and Becky walked home.

"I heard Lana invited you to the movies tonight."

"Yeah."

"You don't want to go?"

"I have a history report."

"On the second day of school?"

"I'm just not good in public, Clark."

"Your 15. I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't mind you going out with Lana. If you don't then I'm sure dad's going to make you help him with the tractors again."

"Fine I'll call, Lana when we get home."

"That's my girl." Clark said giving her a head nuggie.

"Clark! Cut it out!"

20 minutes later they walked into the loft and stopped when Lex Luthor was there.

"Lex. What are you doing here?"

"Hello, CLark. Becky."

"Lex. Clark, I'm going to go call Lana." She said and walked out.

"I have a feeling that she doesn't like me." Lex said.

"Nothing personal. She just has trouble trusting people."

"Well I can imagine after everything she's been through. Not remembering your own family has got to be hard."

"She's doing okay. It's just taking awhile."

oooooooooo

Becky decide to wear dark blue jeans and a lavender t-shirt. She put her hair up in a ponytail.

"Your not going to wear any makeup?" Martha asked in the doorway.

"No. I don't even own any."

"Come here." Martha said. She followed Mrs.Kent to her bedroom and watched as Martha pulled out a lipstick. "Try this one."

Beecky slowly took the tube of lipstick and put some on her lips.

"I knew that was the best color for you!"

"Thank you."

"You go out and have a good time with, Lana."

ooooooo

They went to the Talon and Becky saw Coach Teague.

"What is it?" Lana asked.

"I'm just surprised to see Coach Teague outside of school."

"I'm just going to close the Talon then we can go." Lana said. She went in the back.

"How's your knees?" Jason asked.

"Fine. Thank you. "

Just then the door opened and a guy with a mask came in holding a gun.

"NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A STICK UP! YOU!" The guy pointed at Becky. "OPEN THE CASH DRAWER! I SAID MOVE!"
"It's okay. Do what he says." Jason said.

"Listen to the boy."

Becky went around the counter and tried to open the register but she didn't know how to do it. She never worked before.

"HURRY UP!"

"I don't know how to open it!" She cried.

The guy just shot her and ran out.

"BECKY!" Jason ran over to her. "Your going to be okya." He said. He grabbed a towel off the counter and he put pressure on her wound.

Lana came in. "What happened?" Her eyes were wide.

"A guy tried to rob the place. Call 911!"

Lana went to the phone and called them.

"Your going to be okay." Jason said.

"It's cold." Becky said closing her eyes.

"No! You keep them opened!"

She opened them again. "That's a good girl. Just hang on. Helps on the way."

oooooooo

"Where is she?" Martha asked at the hospital.

"She's still in surgery." Lana said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, Lana." Jonathon said. "It's the creep that shot her."

"Coach Teague tried to stop most of the bleeding." Lana said.

"Where is he? I'd like to thank him." Jonathon said.

"He's in the restroom washing the blood off." She said looking down.

"The Kents?" A doctor asked.

"That's us." Martha said. "How is she?"

"She's lost a lot of blood but she'll be okay. Won't be able to move around for the next couple of weeks though. You can thank the young man that helped her. If he hadn't applied pressure on her wound she would have bled to death."

"Can we see her?" Jonathon asked.

"Yeah. She's in recovery."