Chapter 3

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"I never got around to ask you this before but why did you go back in?" Abigail asked him. "You could have gotten yourself killed. The building could have gone up and yet you ran back in. Why?"

"Someone has to do something." Clark answered. "That's why you tried to talk to him, right? Because someone has to try."

"Yeah. I'm not really sure why I tried to talk to him." Abby shrugged. "But you're right, I had to try." She looked up at him wearing a small smile mirroring Clark's. "We make quite a pair, uh? Don't we, Clark?"

"I think we do."


Abigail was wearing a green dress and black high heels. Her hair was up and let out a few curly strands. Her mother was with Myrtle in the kitchen, her father was on the phone in the lobby. As for Patricia, she was getting ready in her bedroom.

"Dad, can you just drop the phone, please?" Abby asked her dad. "My friends are gonna be here any minute. Just take a break."

"Sorry, honey, one of my collaborators needed to confirm a transaction." Leroy replied. He hung up. "See putting my phone away."

"Thanks." Someone rang the doorbell. "I'll get the door." Abby said before walking away from her parents. "No, Myrtle, I'll get it. Why don't you go and check on Patty?"

"As you wish, Miss Abigail." Myrtle nodded.

"Thank you." Abigail opened the door and in front of her stood Pete and his parents. "Good evening, Ross. Mr. and Mrs. Ross. Please come in."

"Abby, you look great." Pete complimented on his way inside.

"Thank you, Pete. You don't look too bad yourself." Abby returned the compliment. "Please, follow me, my parents are in the living room." The Ross family followed her to the living room. "Mom, Dad, our first guests are here."

Her parents seemed to be in the middle of a conversation but they stopped as soon as the Ross family stepped into the living room.

"Welcome, I'm Margaret Jackson and this is my husband, Leroy." Margaret introduced herself and her husband.

"Bill Ross and this is my wife, Abigail. Nice to meet you." They all shook hands.

"Abigail, just like my daughter, this gonna get confusing pretty fast." Her father joked.

"Is Clark here, yet?" Patricia asked stepping in the living room. She was wearing a blue dress and her dark hair was down.

"And this rude girl is our youngest daughter, Patricia." Margaret said sternly.

Abby looked over at Pete and saw him staring at her sister. "Don't get any ideas, Ross."

"I'm not getting any ideas." He replied still staring at Patricia.

"Jonathan, Martha, it's a pleasure to see you again." Margaret exclaimed as the Kent and the Sullivan arrived from behind Patricia.

"Oh, Margaret, it's good to see you again." Martha smiled up at her.

"This is my husband, Leroy."

"It's nice to finally meet you." Jonathan shook hands with Leroy.

"And you must be, Chloe's father." Margaret said to Gabe.

"Gabe Sullivan, nice to meet you." Gabe shook hands with Margaret.

"Good Evening, Clark." Her sister greeted seductively.

"Hey, Patricia." Clark greeted sheepishly.

"This is unbelievable." Abby groaned.

"Don't worry, Clark is strung up on Lana Lang." Pete muttered in her ears.

"I'm not worried about Clark. I'm worried about her." Abby said. "And really? Lana? I always thought that he and Chloe…"

"Nah. They're only 'friends'." Pete snorted.

Myrtle brought the drinks a few minutes later. The parents sat together talking about their children and the teenagers moved in a corner talking about their parents.


"You look different without your glasses." Chloe said to Abby.

"Thank you, I guess." Abby smiled.

"I thought you needed to wear them all the time." Clark asked.

"I have contact lenses on right now." Abby lied easily. "I wanted to look at my best tonight."

"To impress who?" Patricia asked slyly.

"No one." Abby retorted.

"Why don't you wear lenses at all times?" Clark asked her again.

"I'd rather avoid putting my fingers close to my eyes as much as possible." Abby retorted. "With my luck, I'd be able to take my eye out with my fingers." Abby laughed, soon joined by her friends and her sister.

"Abby?" Her mother called.

"Yes, Mother?"

"Take your friends to the dining room. Dinner's about to be served."

"Alright!" Abby smiled before turning to her friends. "If you will."

Her sister laced her arm with Clark's and pulled him into the living room. Chloe, Abby and Pete exchanged amused glances. They all sat at the table, Clark next to Chloe and across Abby. Next to her was her sister; Patricia and Pete.

Her dad was talking football with Jonathan while Bill and Gabe seemed to be talking politics. Martha and Margaret was getting along pretty well. As for Abigail, she observed smiling softly. This was the first time she could actually bring friends home and her sister was on her best behavior. Talking about Gotham and Bruce Wayne with Chloe.


The coffee was served. The adults kept talking, her father shared his best bourbon with the fathers. Patricia was scolded again for calling her sister Freak.

"Okay, what's the story?" Pete asked Patricia. "Why are you always calling her, Freak?"

"You tell the story or I do?" Patricia turned to her sister.

"You're gonna exaggerate like always." Abby said. "So, I tell the story. All right. When I was seven, I kinda slammed a guy into the lockers at school."

"What?" Chloe snorted. "You?"

"For my defense, he was making fun of my glasses and red hair. And my patience was wearing thin." Abby retorted. "And I might have some anger issues."

"We called her that since then." Patricia said. "Freak. Freaky Abby. Crazy Abby."

"In all fairness, you're the one who said them first, sister dearest."

"Pete, we're leaving." Mrs. Ross called from the living room.

The small group moved to the hallway, where Pete's parents were waiting for him. Gabe, Martha and Jonathan were also saying goodbye to the Jacksons.

"Thanks for coming, guys. It was fun." Abby said to her friends.

"Thanks for inviting us, Abby." Chloe hugged her slightly. "See you at school. Goodbye Mr. Jackson. Mrs. Jackson."

"See you at school, Chloe." Abby smiled at her friend. "Bye Pete." She hugged him next. "See you at school, Big Guy."

"Bye, Abby."

"So?" Abby said turning towards her parents. "Do you like them?"

"I love them. I'm glad you found some good friends here in Smallville." Margaret said side-hugging her daughter. "Well educated and good families."

"I only choose the best, mom." Abby replied smiling.

"Our daughter has always been a good judge of character." Her father said sitting down with another bourbon glass in his hand. "I feel comfortable knowing that the Kent live around the corner." Margaret sat down next to him. "They'll be able to keep an eye on you."

"I already have Myrtle for this." Abby rolled her eyes.

"Better be safe than sorry."

"Alright, girls." Margaret said. "Time to go to bed."

"Night, Mom. Night, Dad." Abby kissed her parents' cheeks.

"Sleep tight, my loves." Her mother said as both she and Patricia climbed the stairs.

"I thought she would be safe in Smallville." Leroy put down his glass.

"She is Leroy." Margaret assured him.

"I remember the day she was born." He started. "When I held her in my arms for the first time, I was the happiest man ever."

"She was so pink and small." Margaret chuckled. "We didn't know then how special she would be."

"And very unique." Leroy stood up.

"Leroy, we have to trust her to make the right choices." Margaret stroke his back. "We won't be able to protect her forever."

"I know." He kissed his wife tenderly. "I know."


Leroy Jackson was struggling in the stairs carrying his heavy suitcase. "Need a hand with that?" Abby stopped behind him in the stairs. She smiled broadly to her father. A suitcase, already in her hand. "Mom's." She answered to the unasked questions.

"Your mother gives you all the heavy lifting, uh?" Leroy raised his eyebrows.

"Well, I don't mean to brag but I happen to be quite strong." Abby retorted smartly. "There's no denying it, Leroy. Margaret is a very intelligent human." Abby chuckled.

"I guess you can carry mine into the car." Leroy handed his suitcase to his daughter.

"It would be my pleasure." Abigail replied walking down the stairs with the two suitcases. "I don't get it. You only stayed a week. So why did you pack so many stuffs?"

"That's because Dad is taking us to Gotham on the way home." Patricia said from the top of the stairs. "Hey, sis, do you mind taking mine too?"

"Let me put those in the car first." She walked out on the porch with the luggage. Her dad followed her outside. "Why are you going to Gotham?"

"Well, they are about to open a new hospital there and the Mayor wants the best equipment to date." Leroy opened the trunk and Abby put in the suitcases. "We're going to stay there for a while as they asked me to supervise everything."

"What is there to supervise? I mean you just ship the equipment and they can set it up, right?"

"True. But their employees need to familiarize themselves with the new machines."

"How long will you stay there?" Abigail questioned.

"A month or two, maybe."

"What about Patricia? She's missing school a lot."

"Your mother already made arrangements for that." Leroy smirked. "Her teachers agreed to send her the subject they're working on, regularly. And the rest, your mother can handle it."

"Bet she's not too happy about it." Abby scoffed.

"Abby? My suitcase's waiting upstairs." Patricia said standing on the porch, her arms crossed on her chest.

"Right." Abby rushed inside and up the stairs and grabbed her sister's suitcase that seemed to be the heaviest.

"It's a shame you don't have super-speed." Her sister observed as she made it back outside.

"Super-healing, super-strength and good reflexes, are just not enough for you?" Abby continued in the same tone as her sister. "You can't have it all, boo."

"Margaret, come on, it's time to go." Leroy called out to his wife.

Margaret walked out on the porch with Myrtle giving her several instructions. "You need not to worry, Mrs. Jackson. Miss Abigail is not a very troublesome teenager."

"She already got in trouble twice. That looks troublesome to me." Margaret replied.

"It wasn't my fault, both times." Abigail retorted. "Mom, I'll be fine. I promise." She hugged her mother and kissed her goodbye.

"Call us as often as you can." Her mother said in her ear.

"Will do." Abby promised. "Bye Dad."

"Be on your best behavior and please be careful, okay?"

"I'll do my best." Abby then hugged her sister. "If you ever meet Bruce Wayne there, please, try not to harass him."

"I'm not promising anything."


"Hey, guys!" Abby greeted her friends as she stepped in the Torch on Monday. Clark was sitting next to Chloe. They both greeted her. Abby took a seat next to Pete. "Can you believe that my French teacher is asking us to write two hundred words on environment in French?"

"Two hundred?" Pete looked incredulously.

"Yeah. Practice makes perfect, according to her. Which I know is a valid point." Abby squinted her eyes. "But I can hardly write a full sentence without making any mistakes let alone a two hundred words paper."

"Clark? What happened to you last night?" Lana asked as she came in.

"I wasn't feeling well." Clark replied. "I guess I'm not much of a city guy."

"You can take the boy off the farm. But you can't take the farm out of boy." Chloe said getting up.

"Sullivan?" Principal Kwan stepped in the Torch. "Is this your idea of the joke?" He held the newest Torch issue in front of Chloe. "Concerned parents have been calling all morning."

"Well, what have you been telling them?" Chloe asked him.

"What the EPA and other environmental groups said years ago. The meteor rocks are harmless." Principal Kwan explained.

"People have a right to know about the strange things that happen in this town." Chloe retorted.

"The Torch is a school paper. It's not your own personal tabloid."

"Are you censoring me?"

"I'm requiring you to do your job, which is report on relevant school events. Sports, dances, clubs. I'm relieving you of your duties. The Torch is suspended until I can appoint a new editor." Kwan declared before leaving the room.

"Okay, what just happened?" Chloe asked her friends.

"I think you are fired." Pete told her.

"Chloe, I'm sure there's something we can do." Clark tried to comfort her.

"Maybe we can reason with him or something." Abby agreed.

"I'll talk to Kwan." Lana offered.

"Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but what do you think you can do?" Chloe asked her.

"I don't know, but let me give it a shot."

Abby slid an arm over Chloe's shoulders. "I'm sure everything's gonna turn out fine."


"How can he do something like that? I have a right to tell the truth." Chloe was ranting while Abby poured a cup of coffee for her.

"Yes, you do but…" Abby set a mug in front of her. "…you're entitled to your opinion. Now, I'm not saying that you're making up stories cause I've seen it with my own eyes. I'm just saying that Kwan is one of those people who'd rather buried their heads in the hole than facing the truth. It's easier that way."

"That doesn't give him the right to shut me off because he doesn't like what I'm saying in my paper." Chloe continued.

"Let's hope Lana can convince Kwan to give you back your baby."


Abigail walked into the Torch, thinking to find Chloe there. She wanted to know if Lana was able to talk some sense into Kwan. She was surprised when she found Clark already there reading some articles on the computer.

"Making some researches for a new article?" She asked looking over his shoulder. Clark suddenly close the browser.

"Yeah." He said turning around to face her. "Have you talked to Chloe?"

"Yesterday. I let her vent out her rage." Abby said sitting next to him. "I'm just waiting to see how things turned out between Lana and Kwan."

"Hey, guys. What are you doing here so early?" Chloe questioned as soon as she stepped in the room.

"Talking about you." Abby replied. "Have you heard from Lana, yet?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Chloe retorted.

"Chloe, I'm sure it'll work out." Clark said getting up.

"Hey." Lana stepped into the room.

"So, how'd it go?" Chloe asked her immediately.

"Well, it's interesting." Lana answered smiling weakly.

"Bottom-line it. When can we send off the next edition?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Cool." Chloe said. Clark and Abby grinned at her.

"Except, uh…um, Kwan made me the new editor." Lana announced.

Abby winced feeling the tension rise suddenly in the room. "Okay, uh—rewind. I need you to say that last part again."

"After I made my case, Kwan said if I had that much passion, I should be in charge." Lana explained.

"I don't believe this." Chloe exclaimed and Abby stood next to her.

"Chloe, it's the only way he'd reopen the paper."

"So what? Cheerleading's not enough? Maybe the editor of the school newspaper looks better on a college application."

"That isn't it. I just figured you could ghostwrite until we got you reinstated."

"Okay, so then I would work for you?"

"The paper will still be yours."

"Wait, wait." Clark intervened. "Chloe, think about it. It's not a bad idea."

"It figures; you'd side with her." Chloe scoffed.

"I'm not taking anyone's side." Clark assured her.

"Yeah, right Clark. You're completely objective in all things Lana." There was an awkward pause.

"Okay. Maybe we should all just calm down." Abby suggested.

"I've gotta go." Clark said leaving.

"No, please, Clark stay! Take my desk!" Chloe stopped tearfully.

"Chloe, this isn't what you think." Lana tried again.

"You know what the weirdest part is? For a millisecond, I almost thought you were my friend." Chloe bolted out the room as fast as she could.

Abby glanced quickly between Clark and Lana and followed Chloe. But Chloe was nowhere to be found. Abby went to her classes as usual hoping to find her friend later. And she did find Chloe, at Lunchtime.

"Chloe?" Abby sat down across her. "You're okay?"

"Yes, considering that I lost the Torch to Lana, the cheerleader that everyone loves." Chloe stabbed her food.

"Is everyone Clark?" Abby asked innocently. Chloe looked up, her eyes widening slightly. "Pete told me and I'm not completely blind." Abby took a deep breath. "I get it. Clark is your best friend. The Torch is yours. It's bad enough that Clark has feelings for Lana and now she's taking the Torch from you. What a bumblebee!"

"Bumblebee?"

"I'm being polite." Abby said very seriously. "Look, I'm not taking anyone's side and I don't agree with Kwan putting Lana at the head of the Torch but…you should take this time and think of a compromise that can satisfy you and Kwan."

"Like what?"

"You're the journalist, you'll find a way."


The day after, Abby made a stop at the Beanery. She drank a cup of coffee and read a book before going back home. As she exited the small coffee shop, Clark walked right in front of her without seeing her. She made to follow him and to call him but a car stopped in front of Clark. Clark stopped briefly before walking again as if the car didn't stop before him. But once again, he stopped as the car blocked his way.

Abby couldn't hear from where she was what was going on. She found this weird, though, and was asking herself what was this guy wanted with Clark. She took out her phone and tried to take a picture of the guy in the car. As Clark moved around the car to get in, she snapped a quick photo.

"Myrtle?! Myrtle?" Abby called as soon as she got home.

"Is something wrong Miss Abigail?" Myrtle asked her appearing in front of her.

"I need you to use your relations like you did for Jodi." Abigail said dropping her bag on the floor.

"Why?"

Abby pulled out her phone and showed it to Myrtle. "This man was in a heated conversation with Clark. I didn't hear what they were saying but from what I saw he forced Clark to get into his car."

"You think young Mister Clark may be in trouble?" Myrtle questioned.

"I wanna know who that guy is and I wanna know what does he want with Clark."

"I may help with the first one but the second, you might ask Mister Clark yourself."


"Detective Samuel Phelan, Metropolis PD." Myrtle started. "He has been accused of using excessive force while arresting suspects and it seems that he's on the Internal Affairs blacklist."

"One day, you'll have to tell me how you do this."

"I have many friends." Myrtle smiled.

"Alright, so he's gone rogue but that doesn't tell me what he wants with Clark?" Abby mused. "What can a fifteen years old do for him?"

"Mister Clark is the only one who has the answers to your questions."


Early this morning, Abigail left her home for the Kent's farm. She wanted to know what Phelan was doing in Smallville and why Clark Kent. Unfortunately, when she arrived the sheriff and his men were there. They were taking Jonathan Kent in one of their cars. Abigail caught a glimpse of Mrs. Kent walking to her car.

"Mrs. Kent, what happened?" Abigail asked a distraught Martha.

"Oh, Abby, they…uh…they found a dead body in the barn." Martha answered barely able to speak. "They think it's Jonathan."

"What?!" Abby exclaimed. "That's just insane. He would never do something like that."

"Abby, can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything."

"Keep an eye on Clark for me, please." Martha asked her. "I don't want him to be alone."

"I will. I promise." Abby nodded. "Just…if you need anything else, call me."

"Thank you, Abby." Martha smiled weakly. "I need to go."

As she watched the cars left the farm, she knew that this Phelan guy was behind all this. She rushed to the house and as she got closer, she heard people talking. She couldn't make out the word they were saying. So, she got closer and remained outside near the kitchen door. And took a peek inside.

"…You didn't leave me with a lot of options." One of them yelled.

"I want my dad outta jail." The second one said. She recognized this voice to belong to Clark.

"You complicate my life. I'm gonna complicate yours." She saw Clark grabbed the man by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"Call 'em now. Tell them what you did." Clark yelled in his face at the same time Abigail stepped inside yelling his name.

"What is it Clark? You wanna kill me? You think that's the answer to your problems?" Phelan tempted him.

"I want him out!"

"Then we both want something. Only you have a lot more to lose." Clark released him. "I don't want any more surprises. I'm gonna let you think about last night. Stay close, I'll be in touch." Phelan walked past Abigail on his way out while she glared at him. He on the other hand was looking at her with a devious smile.

"What are you doing here, Abby?" Clark asked her several minutes after Phelan left.

"I came because I saw you climbed in a car with Phelan and now your father is charged with murder." Abby answered. "What did he want with you?"

"This is none of your business." Clark snapped. "Just stay out of this."

"I can't." Abby retorted. "I promised to your mother that I won't let you alone."

"I don't need a babysitter."

Abby closed her eyes briefly. "You don't have to tell me what he has against you. Actually, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. But I know that Phelan is bad news and what happened with your dad just proved me right." She took a step closer. "I can help you, Clark."

"No, you can't." Clark said. "No one can." And he left her there, climbing the stairs to his room.

Abigail just sigh in defeat, knowing well that Clark won't give her the information she was looking for. Her eyes caught the sight of a wooden pillar, completely broken. She didn't think twice about it, actually she didn't really think about the wooden pillar at all. She was too focused on finding out a way to keep Clark out of trouble.

Abby left the Kent's Farm, determined to make sure that Clark won't do anything reckless. She has never thought that Clark Kent could ever lose his temper. She swore she thought that he could have killed Phelan, right there in his kitchen. Then again, one would lose their temper when someone threatens your family.


She jumped as someone knocked on the passenger door. "Oh my God! Lex, what the hell are you doing here?"

"That's funny, I was about to ask you the same thing." Lex said getting in.

"I asked the question first." Abby replied. "So?"

"I'm here to help Clark." Lex retorted. "You?"

"I just love lurking in the dark." Abby said sarcastically. Lex gave her a blank look. "I'm here for Clark too. I assume you know about Phelan."

"So do you." Lex retorted.

"Look!" Abby pointed to a car that was getting out of the Farm. "It's Phelan."

Lex and Abby exchanged a brief look and they waited for the car to be a bit further away before starting the car. Abby kept the lights off while following Phelan and Clark.

The ride was quite silent; they drove out of Smallville onto the highway. Neither Abby or Lex said a word. Abby was focused on the car ahead of them and yet her thought drifted to the man sitting next to her. She never liked Lex Luthor, if his father was merciless in the business world, Lex was an arrogant prat. That's what she thought. She always thought of him as an inconsiderate, arrogant it wasn't always like this.

"I never thought we would ever sit in the same car." Abby mused out loud.

"That's because we've never had the same kind of friends." Lex retorted.

"Yeah, about that. What do you really want with Clark?" Abby asked.

"Nothing. He saved my life. Gave me a second chance, I just want to help him in any way I can."

"Really?"

"It's the truth. Whether you believe it or not." Lex said smiling sweetly.

"I don't believe it." Abby sighed. "Looks like he's taking Clark to Metropolis."

"What is he up to?"

"One-million-dollar question." And the ride became silent again.


"We lost them." Lex stated.

"No, we didn't." Abby said seeing the car parked in front of Metropolis Museum.

They both got out of the car. "Let's hope, they're not too far ahead."

Lex took the lead and Abby followed him. He laid his hand on the hood of the car, Abby turned towards the museum as she heard several voices talking loudly. A couple of security guards were walking down the stairs. Abby took off directly towards the security guards.

"What's going on?" She asked them, one of the security guards pushed her away lightly.

"Don't stay here kid."

"She asked you a question." Lex came to her rescue, standing next to her.

"Mr. Luthor." The one that seemed to be the chief came closer. "Someone called. They warned us about a bomb outside of the Museum."

"What?" Abby exclaimed.

"Where is it?" Lex asked them.

"The vending machine."

Lex walked over to the vending machine and Abby followed him but the security guard kept her back. Lex crouched down in front of the vending machine in which he could see a small card box. Lex got back up, slid three quarters in the vending machine and opened it. He retrieved the box and carefully, he opened it. Inside there was no bomb. Instead there was a clock. Lex threw it to the security guard.

"It was a hoax." Abby stated. "You know who made the call?"

"No, anonymous tip."

At this moment, a bag landed heavily next to them, after it had been thrown through a window from the museum.

"What the hell?" Lex and Abby knelt down to open the bag. A golden chest plate incrusted with blue and red precious rocks was in the bag.

The security guards started back towards the museum, Lex followed them and so did Abby. Before one of the security guards stopped her and literally kept her on a leash. The guard that remained with her called 911 and they waited for the police. There was gunfire for a few minutes and then there was nothing.

The guards and Lex came back outside at the same time the police arrived. "What happened in there?" Abby asked Lex.

"Phelan's dead." Lex replied.

"And what about Clark?" Abby's voice was laced with worries.

"He wasn't in the museum. Phelan was alone."

"Clark was with him. Where did he go?"

"One-million-dollar question."


Myrtle dropped the newspaper on the kitchen table. "Mr. Kent is free. Mr. Clark is out of trouble. Everything should be back to normal now."

"As normal as life can be when you live in Smallville." Abby muttered. "Okay, I'm going or else I'll be late for school."

"Do not forget that after school you'll have to clean the barn."

Abby froze. "Why?"

"It's your punishment for leaving without a word and for coming back past your curfew."

"First of all, I didn't know I had a curfew. Second of all, you can't be serious." Abby snorted. "We don't even use the barn."

"I'm completely serious. The barn needs cleaning whether we use it or not." Myrtle smiled. "Have a nice day, Miss Abigail."


Alright this chapter doesn't seem really good but I think it's because the focus was mainly on Clark. So it was kind of difficult, anyway I hope you'll like it.