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Episode 1: Pilot Part 3

The next day I decided I might as well face Lex before I went home. I definitely didn't want to have to drive home. (Dad was gonna be soo ticked when he realized the truck was gone.) I came to the conclusion that I definitely couldn't keep the car, no matter how mad I was at dad.

I entered the Luthor manor. This place was huge. The hallway was twice the size of the one at school. "Hello?" I called, just to here the echo. It was a big echo. I entered a room where two people were fencing pretty intensely. The girl kicked butt. The guy, clearly not happy with being outdone, threw his sword across the room. It embedded itself in the wall, only inches from my head.

"Umm…" The guy took off his mask. Lex. Of course. "Clara?" I looked at him sheepishly. He frowned. "Sorry. I didn't see you there."

"I was hoping that was the case. Has anybody told you that you have a bit of a temper problem?"

He smirked. "Maybe just a few."

"I buzzed at the gate, but no one answered." I said nervously. Lex had this strange uncanny knack for seeming to dissect a person with his eyes. I felt like he already knew my thoughts before I thought them.

He yanked the sword out of the wall. "How'd you get through the gate?"

"I squeezed through the bars. Look, if this is a bad time…"

Lex shook his head. "No. I think Hykia has sufficiently kicked my butt for the day."

I gestured to the room as Lex walked past. "It's a great place."

Lex scoffed. "Yeah, if you're dead and looking for places to haunt."

I bristled defensively before following him. "I like the architecture. It's very unique."

"It's the Luthor ancestral home. Father had it shipped from Scotland stone by stone." I nodded, remembering. "Yeah, all those trucks came, but no one ever moved in once it was finished." Lex walked up a set of stairs. I, feeling like a tag along puppy, halted momentarily. Eventually I had no choice but to follow.

We made it to a room that had workout equipment. A fire was already burning in the hearth. He removed his fencing jacket to reveal a black shirt. He laughed. "What is it?"

He shook his head. "I always seem to be changing in front of you. Sorry for the lack of tact."

I smirked. "It's fine. Just don't let my dad hear you say that. He'd load up the truck and shoot you in a heartbeat."

"Speaking of which, how's your new ride?" I shuffled my feet. "That's actually why I'm here."

"What?" He grabbed a bottle of water. "Don't like it?"

"No, it's a lovely present, but I can't keep it." He look struck, like he'd never had anyone refuse him. Probably hadn't. He looked at me. "Clara, you saved my life. It's the least I can do." I opened my mouth to retort when he spoke again."

"Your father doesn't like me, does he?"

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "It's okay. I've been bald since I was nine." He glanced at a mirror on the wall. "I'm used to people judging me before they get to know me."

"Would you let me finish a single sentence?" I finally snapped. He looked surprised. I took a deep breath. "Sorry. Look, Lex." Hah. Alliteration. "This isn't about my dad, or the fact that he's had some bad run ins with your father." I put up a hand to stop Lex's retort. "This is about basic morals."

I sighed. "I get that you're grateful for what I did, but giving me a car? That's a bit much. You said it was the least you could do, but that's not right. Besides, that's like giving a condo for every nurse you see or police man on the highway."

"I don't think so. What you did was very noble and I paid you what I felt was due." He was frowning.

"A car for your life? Are you honestly saying that your life is worth the price of that truck, Lex? I've known you less than a day and I know that's not true." I sighed.

Lex crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, would you like something else?"

I threw my hands up. "You don't get it! Not everything has a price, Lex. A person's life certainly doesn't."

"So, you won't accept anything? Nothing I have you want?"

"Well…" I pretended to ponder. "I guess I could accept your friendship…if you're gonna make me."

Lex chuckled. "Miss Kent, I don't believe there's anybody in the world that could force you to do anything you didn't want to do."

"My mom get's me out of bed in the morning."

"She must be superwoman." I chuckled. He smiled. "Anything else?"

"Yes. I can't believe you thought that just because I was a farm girl I had farm girl taste." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"The truck. I mean, it was pretty shiny and all, but it didn't do much for me." I shrugged.

Lex raised an eyebrow. "Really? Let me guess. A VB bug. No wait, a prius."

I scowled. "Really, Lex? I had hoped you thought better of me than that. No, I got this project I'm working on now. When I finally finish, he's gonna put KITT to shame."

Lex shook his head. "I'll believe it when I see it."

I shrugged. "Suit yourself. I might have to show you my baby sometime… whenever you feel like getting proved wrong again."

"When was the first time?" He asked.

"When you thought I'd let my dad chose which presents I do and do not accept."

He laughed dryly. "Of course. How could I forget?"

Talking about my car made me want to go swing by and check on it. I got to the auto shop, only to see it crawling with cops. I caught sight of Chloe and Pete and waved them over. "What's going on?"

A guy was being carted out in a body bag. Chloe shrugged. "This is the third guy this week to die from electrocution. No seeming source."

Pete nudged Chloe. "Who's the creep?" I turned and looked at this weird looking guy. He definitely gave off the creeper vibe.

Chloe stared. "I don't know. Take a pic and we'll check him out." They turned to me. "You coming, Clara?"

I nodded. "Sure. Just give me a second. I gotta go check on something."

I slinked my way past the cops. I targeted the one that seemed to be in charge. "Um, excuse me, sir. Do you know where the cars in the garage are going?"

He frowned. "Well, with Frank gone, there's no one to run the shop. I guess after the investigation the owners will need to come claim their property."

I bit my lip. "Do you know when that will be?"

He finally looked at me. "Look, kid. Tell your parents they can come get their car after homecoming."

I nodded. Homecoming was tonight. I needed to find a place to keep my baby by then…just fantastic. I nodded my thanks to the already distracted rent-a-cop and went to find my friends…

~Smallville~

I looked at the computer. "Dude, that's ridiculous. There's no way he can still look like a teenager."

Chloe nodded. "He's been in a coma for 12 years. He suffered from an extreme electrolyte imbalance"

Pete jumped in. "Apparently the hospital recently went through an electrical storm."

"Lit him up like a Duracell battery."

"So why's he back now and screwing with former jocks?" I asked. I was still having a hard time believing them.

Pete frowned. "It sounds weird, but apparently he was the scarecrow 12 years ago. He was strung up in the cornfield during the meteor shower."

Chloe nodded emphatically. "The meteors must have done something freaky with his DNA."

I shook my head. First I find out I'm a freaky alien who crash landed to earth during a meteor shower, and now they're trying to tell me I caused this… Jeremy to become a human battery? "No, this can't be right."

Pete cast a sidelong glance to Chloe. "I think we should show her."

"Show me what?" They didn't say anything, just led me to a dark room. Pete flipped the lights. I gasped. Newspaper articles, photos and even hand written notes coated the entire wall.

Chloe frowned, shrugging. "It started as a scrapbook and sorta mutated."

I spun to face her. "What in the world is this?"

"That's just it. It's not from this world. I call it the wall of weird." I felt my pulse speed up as I speed read the articles. "It's a collection of every weird thing that's happened since the meteors." She sounded so proud of herself. "So, what do you think?"

I spun to face her. "Why didn't you tell me?" What was this, national Reveal all the secrets we've kept from Clara all her life day? It wasn't on the calendar, I think I woulda noticed.

Chloe frowned. "Do you tell us everything that goes on in your life? We all have secrets, Clara."

"Pete knew. Why the secrecy, Chloe?"

She scoffed. "Please. You're so wrapped up in fantasizing about Luke nothing else matters to you!"

Luke. Weren't his parents killed in a meteor shower? I frowned, feeling like I had just been crushed. "You know what Chloe? Have fun with the dance with Pete."

Pete frowned. "Woah, Clara. I thought we were going as friends."

"We were, Pete. That's why I can't go with Chloe." Chloe scowled. "Real grade school, Clara."

I shook my head. I was too freaked out by everything to even care. I just walked out. And wonder beyond wonder, who did I meet on the way out, but Whitney. Her and her cheerleaders were waiting outside. I tried to walk past but they blocked my path. I scowled. "Just leave me alone, Whitney. I'm really not in the mood."

She just smiled evilly. "Congratulations, Clara. You're this year's scarecrow."

I pushed her away from me. "Don't mess with me right now."

She lunged for me. I saw she was still wearing that stupid necklace. I felt a wave of nausea. She shoved me to the ground. She scowled. "What's going on with you and Luke?"

"Nothing!" I managed to gasp.

The closer she came, the weaker I felt. Her necklace even started glowing. I freaked. Wasn't that made out of the rocks from the meteor? There had to be a connection. She caught me staring. She smirked again. "Oh, you like it? Luke gave it to me. From the day his parent's died or something stupid like that." She took it off slowly. "Here. You can have it."

She roughly clasped it around my neck. I flinched. She bent down into my ear. She gripped my shirt tightly, lifting me off the ground. "Enjoy it, because this is as close as you're ever gonna get to him." She slammed me into the concrete, causing pain to erupt behind my eyes. That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.

Jeremy POV

I watched them cart the girl off in the truck. Bullies hadn't changed. They never would. Anger boiled up inside me. They needed to pay. They all would pay. I followed them at a distance.