Author's Note: This also closely resembles Smallville, and so will the next couple of chapters, but they also differ in many ways. I wanted to keep the Smallville universe in some ways but change it in some also. It's a fun challenge, hope you like!

SMALLVILLE

CHAPTER TWO, "DREAMER"

"It's time, son." Jonathan spoke to Clark.

"Time for what?" Clark said dejectedly.

"The truth." Jonathan said, showing his hands. In one hand a cloth held an item. Unwrapping the cloth, it revealed a device. It looked like a large diskette thing with strange symbols. It was an octagonal shape.

"I think this is from your parents. Your real parents."

"What does it say?" Clark asked, his interest growing.

"I've been trying to uh, decipher it for years. It seems that it's not written in any language known to man."

Clark looked at him suspicously. "What do you mean?"

"Your real parents weren't exactly from around--here."

Jonathan casted a signifigant gaze in the direction of the telescope.

"What are you trying to tell me dad? That I'm from another planet?" Clark scoffed.

Jonathan just looked at him.

"And I suppose you stashed my spaceship in the attic."

"Actually, its in the storm cellar." Jonathan said.

Jonathan pulled a tarp off. And there it was. A spaceship. It looked purple. But it also seemed to call to Clark. It looked familiar. A feeling of nostalgia swept Clark. His father was right. He was an alien. And this was his spaceship. This was where he came from.

"This is how you came into our life, son. It was the day of the meteor shower." Jonathan said.

Clark backed away.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Jonathan looked at the ground. "We wanted to protect you."

"Protect me from what? You should have told me."

And the next moment, Jonathan saw that Clark was gone. He stood, looking at he thin air where Clark used to be.

--

Lana stopped as she reached her destination. She dismounted from her horse, carrying flowers. The darkness kept growing. Night was coming. She walked among the gravestones, until she reached a certain one. As she looked at it, she heard a noise. A loud one.

"Who's there?" Lana asked to the darkness.

"It's me." A voice said, coming out of the shadows. "Clark."

"Clark Kent?" Lana paused in surprise. "What are you doing out here, creeping in the woods?"

She walked torwards him. Clark was standing by a large angel statue with wings. The juxtaposition made it look like Clark had wings.

"You'd never believe me if I told you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He turned to walk away.

"Wait. I just wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. Are you okay?"

"I'm hanging out in a graveyard. Does that strike you as okay behavior?"

"Hey. I'm here too." Lana pointed out.

Clark nodded. "Good point."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure. I'm the Fort Knox of secrets."

"I. I came here to see my parents," with that, she started to give a small laugh, containing embarassment. She looked away. "You must think I'm pretty weird. You know, conversing with dead people."

"No. I-I don't think your weird, Lana. Do you remember them?"

Lana paused. "They died when I was three."

"I'm sorry," Clark said solemnly.

"It's not your fault," She said. "Mom, Dad, this is Clark Kent. Say hi."

"Hi," Clark said, waving. Lana laughed.

The tombstone read: "Lewis (1957-1989) and Laura (1959-1989) Lang. Forever loved."

Lana squatted, putting flowers on the grave. Clark squatted also.

"Yeah, he is kind of shy." Lana said to the grave. She pretended to listen to what they were saying. "How should I know?" She said to the gravestone. "Uh, Mom wants to know if your upset about a girl."

Clark shook his head.

"A guy?" Lana asked.

"No! No." Clark said. They both started to laugh.

"My dad came up with that one." Lana spoke. "Seriously, Clark, why are you out here?"

"Have you ever felt like your life was supposed to be something different?"

"Sometimes, I'm at school, waiting for Nell to pick me up. But she doesn't come, so my parents pick me up. They're not dead, just really late. But right when I'm losing hope, there they are. I get in the car and we go home. And it feels like a real home. That's when I wake up, just entering the house with them. When I wake up I realize I'm alone."

Lana looked down. Clark pretended to hear something speaking.

"What's that? What's that Mrs. Lang?" He asked to the gravestone. "Yeah- yeah- I'll tell her. Your mom wants you to know that your never alone. That she's always looking out for you. No matter what."

Lana looked at him with wonder, smiling a little.

"What's that Mr. Lang?" He asked, pausing. "Your dad thinks your a shoe in for homecoming queen."

"They really said all that?"

"Oh yeah. They are really chatty once you get them started."

They both smiled at each other.

--

"Thanks for walking me home," Lana said as they reached her porch.

"Your welcome. It beats creeping around in the woods," Clark added.

"Do you realize this is the longest conversation we've ever had? And we've lived this close for so long. We should do it again sometime." Lana remarked.

"Yeah. We should," He noted, then with a sudden rush of adrenaline said, "Are you going to the dance?"

"I think Whitney is counting on me to go no matter if I start to croak."

"Right. Of course. Whitney." Clark said hurriedly.

"How about you?"

"Nah. Figured I'd sit it out."

"Well, if you change your mind, I might save you a dance," Lana hinted, kissing him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Clark."

As she spoke that, she smiled to herself.

At that moment, Clark grinned to himself also.

In the distance, a figure watched. Whitney watched as Clark walked to his home.

--

Clark stomped to his room without saying a word to Jonathan. He sat on his bed, wishing that he would get a call from Lana, telling him that she wanted to go with him to the dance. That she wouldn't care if he was an alien. Then he heard something.

"Krypto!" Clark said as a dog jumped on his bed next to him. His dog was a Parson Russell Terrier. His mostly white color stood against the black abyss of darkness. "I thought you were the girl of my dreams."

The dog barked.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you just sleep too much. All day." Clark said, leaning back on his bed. "Buddy, things have changed so much. I just got you a few weeks ago and already this has happened. I saved a guy's life. I found out my parents are aliens. So am I."

Clark paused, shutting off the lights and remembering the moment he and Lana had just shared.

"Goodnight, Lana." He spoke to the darkness, and then entered a dream. And this time he again dreamed of flying through the clouds, but this time he searched for Lana's house in it while he flew above.