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A/N: Guys, I am so sorry for updating this late. I've had such bad writer's block for the past few days. And for the days I was free of it, I was so busy, my head almost fell of. I'm sure you all know what I mean.

"Clark, you little jackass, give it back right now. I SWEAR I'll singe off your hair!" Elle screamed, chasing her older brother out to the barn. They were two blurs, causing havoc.

Martha scowled.

Elle stopped at the side of the barn, knowing Clark was on the other side. Clark knew that she couldn't singe off his hair because her heat vision had run dry. All she had going for her was strength and speed.(A/N: she doesn't have x-ray vision or super-hearing.)

Stupid Clarkie had the upper-hand.

Or so he thought.

Elle had always told him she was cunning. She had always told him that she was a woman! From Krypton! That made all the difference.

Elle backed up and ran straight into the barn wall, wrapping her arms around him. Clark struggled, so did Elle. Elle didn't let go. She was NOT about to let her older brother see this paper. She knew she shouldn't have written it down.

"Elle Luthor," was what it read.

Clark finally stopped moving but she kept her arms around him. Elle stretched over to his hand, uncurled his fingers and snatched the paper away. Clark grabbed for it.

"Oh no you don't," Elle shoved it in her mouth. Clark frowned.

"That's not fair, Elle."

"I never said I was fair. Whoever told you that was a dumbass." Clark rolled his eyes.

"Elle, swearing doesn't help the situation." Clark helped her up and they walked back together.

"Whatever, Clark. Don't be such a baby."

They both turned their heads to the sky when they saw lightning. That was strange. The forecast had predicted a sunny day. Clark traded glances with her. But the lightning and dark sky were gone. Strange.

"What do you think that was all about?" Clark asked her as they headed up the stairs. They walked into his room and assumed their regular positions. Clark lounged on his bed and Elle sat at his desk. She opened up a book. It wasn't a book like she'd led everyone but Clark to believe. He knew it was really actually The Hot Zone. Everyone else had thought is was only Gossip Girl or something to that effect.(A/N: Those books are pretty good)

It was strange. Ever since she stared hanging out with Lex, Elle found herself reading more advanced books. Well, they were advanced for humans. But even if they were seventh grade reading material, compared to what her school made her read, she was satisfied. Lex also got her more interested in research. When he told her of his hunt for the answer for certain species of plants she begged to help.

Lex and Elle had gotten together everyday to research. She knew that her father didn't like that she was spending so much time with a Luthor, but he didn't say it. She was glad that he didn't, because it would have hurt her to hear him say bad things about Lex.

Lex.

That was a subject she was VERY confused about. Up until recently, everything had been normal. They were like normal friends. But when they finished researching, Elle found herself coming up with more things to look up. She just needed a reason to see him smile. He never once said he was tired off being with her all the time. He never once treated her like a naive little girl like most people.

She loved the way his voice could just transform into velvet. She loved how smooth his head was. What would it be like to lick it? STOP RIGHT THERE! YOU DID NOT JUST ASK THAT QUESTION! Maybe she was going crazy.

She was crazy for his long fingers that played the keys of his piano. She had always wanted to show ff off her piano skills but always chickened out. She was crazy for the way his pale blue eyes were tunnels, leading nowhere.

Elle Kent was crazy for Lex Luthor.

Can you say understatement?

Wait, NO she was NOT! It was just a little thing. It would pass and go. They had to.

Argh. She hated arguing with herself. It was so confusing.

"I have no clue, Clark. Maybe it had something to do with the weirdness that is Smallville."

Clark sighed, staring at the ceiling. Elle immediately knew something was wrong.

"Hey, Clark?" She asked, setting down her book.

"Yes?" he replied, not really asking.

"What's wrong?" Elle crawled over Clark and flopped down next to him.

"Nothing's wrong, Elle. I was just thinking about you." Clark turned his face to hers.

"What about me?" She asked nervously.

"You're not as strong as I am."

"Okay. That was a little mean."

Clark rubbed his forehead. "I didn't mean like that. It's just that, you don't have heat-vision or x-ray vision, or super-hearing. Now, you're getting slower too."

Elle turned her face to the ceiling. She had thought about her powers a lot lately. But, she had also been getting strange dreams. They always only lasted ten seconds long. She'd wanted to keep it a secret, but Clark was her brother.

"I've been having dreams, Clark. I'm always in some sort of a palace made of ice. It's the most magnificent place ever. Then I hear him."

"Who?" Clark feared the answer.

"Our biological father. The one you talked to."

Clark groaned. "I can't believe this. He was nothing but trouble for me and the rest of Smallville. If he starts talking mumbo jumbo about fulfilling your destiny, do NOT listen. That's what caused me to run away that year."

Elle remembered when Clark ran away. She had went on her own adventure and looked for him. She kept hearing snippets of his thoughts. Most of them were angst filled thoughts. Elle didn't like thinking of that time. It was kind of scary.

"He just keeps repeating 'the time for change is coming soon' I figured what the hell? I mean it's only a dream, right?"

Clark got up and started pacing. Elle rolled her eyes and sat up. She'd told Clark how annoying it was. In times of trouble Clark turned to pacing. Whenever he prepared for a test, he paced. When he'd first met Lana, he paced. When Elle had pulled out random tufts of his hair, he freaking paced!

"Clark, your pacing. There's nothing to be worrying about."

Clark ignored her and continued to pace. Elle hated that he was worried because of her. He made her feel so guilty.

"Elle, what does that mean? It can't mean anything good."

Elle sighed heavily. "Honestly, Clark. I have no idea." She ran her fingers through her hair. Clark had pacing, she had that. It calmed her for some reason.

"Jor-El has a way with words. You see when he says something, he means it. Most of the times, whenever he speaks it almost always means something drastic." Clark's frown deepened.

"Clark?"

He stopped, his face still frowning.

"What if this has something to do with my powers? What if this is the 'change' Jor-El was talking about?" Elle knew her powers, or lack of them, had to have something to do with it.

"If that's the situation, then we have to tell Mom and Dad."

"NO!" Elle jumped up. She didn't need her parents worrying about her and telling her she couldn't go to Metropolis. She really needed this trip to get away from her problems. If her parents figured out, she would never be out of their sight.

"Elle! This could change your life! Mom and Dad need to know!" Clark threw his hands up in the air.

"But Clark! After all they've been through because of me, do you really think they need more to worry about?" Elle wrung her hands nervously, starting to realize how much could happen.

"True. Okay, as long as…" Clark trailed off when he saw his sister. Her hands her trembling, her eye color changing into a light bronze. The supplies on his desk began to shake. The light flickered. Clark was too shocked to move. A glass fell to the floor, breaking his trance.

"Elle!" He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. The color inside the iris was moving. It swirled around the pupil, making random jerks here and there. He ignored it and held their gaze. He tried to calm down, hoping it would rub off on Elle. It did.

Gradually, everything stopped moving and Elle's eyes returned to blue. Clark let go of her when he was sure that everything was okay.

Jonathan opened the door, his eyebrows raised. "Did you guys feel that?"

"What?" Clark voiced. Elle avoided eye contact with her father.

"There was this shaking, and things started…well I guess it was nothing, right?"

Clark nodded quickly and watched Jonathan leave.

Elle didn't speak, her eyes wide. Clark watched her eyes turn violet. He didn't need to see the color to know that she was scared. Without speaking, he pulled his sister into his arms.

"What's gonna happen Clark? I-I- can't-"

"Shhhh. It's gonna be okay, Elle. I promise. Nothing's going to happen. I won't let anything happen." Clark squeezed her tighter.

One thing was for sure: something big was coming.

Sorry this was such a short and sucky chapter. I know, I know. It really needs work. But, I put it up for all those people who want me to update. (probably only like two, but still, a girl and dream)

I will try to update sooner.

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