A few months later, I woke up and looked out my window, lost in thought. I had submerged myself in farm work, day after day. Mom was worried about me, and so was Pete, Lana- everyone. I didn't care. I worked, and after that, I would obsessively train my abilities, wishing I could have saved Dad that day.

It was September, and I was in the field, trying to determine my upper levels of strength, endurance, and my max height when I jumped. I was running around the field, using me super speed, moving faster than any car, and slowly increasing. I was able to run around the 75 acre field 297 times before I had to catch my breath, all within 20 minutes. After getting a quick drink, I lifted all 3 tractors, and several bags of concrete, weighing in at 75,960 lbs.

I was sick and tired of the dreams, which had only gotten worse. Almost every night, the woman that spoke in my dreams revealed more and more. I sighed and went into the house, deciding to shower and try to get some sleep.

I went into the house and showered, and pulled on some pyjama pants and a tank top. I laid in bed and waited for sleep to come, and eventually slipped into an abyss.

He was standing in a metal room. A woman with dark brown, almost black, hair sat in the corner, startled by Clark's sudden arrival. She stood, shivering violently.

"Who… Who are you?" She said, eyeing him frightfully.

"Clark Kent. And you are?"

"Lois… Lois Lane… How are you here?"

"I went to bed and woke up here. How did you get here?"

"Nobody came in… And I was snooping when Lex caught me."

Clark could see that the woman was beautiful, even in the dim lighting. She was about 5 feet 8, an inch taller than Lana, and was built the same. Her eyes were brown, like melted chocolate, and intelligent. Clark immediately realized who she was.

"Excuse me, Ms. Lane.. Did you contact someone saying you were locked up?" He said, nervous, although he didn't know why.

"Yeah.. Wait. That was you! Why haven't you contacted the police yet?!" She yelled, angry. Clark flinched; she didn't need to yell.

"Your message was mostly static. I didn't hear where you were."

"LexCorp Labs, Metropolis, Missouri."

"Ms. Lane, if I may… It takes a good 5 hours to get there from Smallville."

"Smallville?!"

"Smallville, Kansas…"

Lois punched Clark in the chest, but noticed how firm he was. She dropped her hand, fuming. Who was this Kansas farm boy anyway?

Clark finally spoke up, after several minutes. "What if I came to get you? Could you possibly wait just one more week? I could-"

Lois cut him off, quickly. "How would you come and get me? I'm 40 floors up, and it's not like some stupid farm boy from Kansas can just waltz in and get me."

Clark sighed, scratching his head. "I was just seeing if I could help. I'll think on it, and see if I can figure something out. If I can't in the next week, I'll call the police. Deal?"

"Deal," Lois said. "But how will I know if you figure something out?"

Clark smiled. "Well, I'll just hope I see the beautiful girl in my dreams."

And with that, he woke up.

I sat upright in my bed. I needed to figure things out now. I glanced at the clock, seeing it was 9 in the morning, and got a quick shower, pulling on some jeans and a red T-shirt. I slid my phone into my pocket, and sped out of the house, running to Pete's.

I got to his house and banged on his door, and he answered, obviously annoyed with me. "Clark, what the hell are you doing here?"

"To put it bluntly, I need to tell Lana about my powers, and I need to leave Smallville. Awake now?" I said in a rush.

Pete was silent for a minute, then sighed. "There's no stopping you, is there?"

"Nope."

"Gonna explain why you need to leave and tell Lana?"

"In your dreams."

"Alright, I guess. Let me get my keys. Don't speed off."

Pete came out 5 minutes later with jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes on, his keys jingling in his hand. "Get in, loser." He said with a grin. I climbed into his truck and we drove down to Lana's house, silent. We were there 5 minutes later, and I got out and walked up to her door. I took a deep breath and knocked.

As if right on cue, Lana opened the door and jumped into my arms, peppering my face with kisses. "Pete told me you were coming," she explained. "So I figured I'd greet you!" I glared at Pete, then set Lana down, hugging her.

"Well… I wanted to talk to you about something." I said.

"And that is?"

"I'd rather talk about it somewhere else.."

"Alright… Let me get my shoes, 'kay?"

Later, we were in the same clearing where I showed Pete my powers. Pete sat on the ground nearby, waiting. "Anytime, Clark."

I looked at Lana, and took a breath. "I remember in freshmen year you asked me why I didn't play football, and I told you I had severe asthma. Remember?" I said, watching her.

"Yeah…? What does this have anything to do with this?" She asked.

"In a way, yeah. And remember how I told coach that I just wasn't allowed to play?"

"Yeah?"

"That was true, but not for the reason you may think."

"Clark, what are you saying?"

I walked over to a tree and lifted it, then hoisted another. I threw them into the air and split one apart with my heat vision, then ripped the second in half. "Lana, what I'm saying is… I'm not normal. I'm different."

She pondered this for a moment, before saying, "Are you a meteor freak like the ones we saw in high school?"

"No."

"Is there any relation to them?"

"Yes."

"And that is?"

"I'm the reason there were meteors."

She narrowed her eyes and put her hand on her hips.

"What do you mean, Clark?"

"I came here with the meteor shower, and I'm not exactly human." I said, looking at the ground. She sat on a log, thinking.

"Why.. Why tell me this now, Clark?"

"I need your help. I want to help people with the things I can do, but I don't know what to do." I said, determined.

She let out a long sigh, then stood and walked over to me, crossing her arms.

"Then let's do this."