Hi guys, so here's a new chapter and I hope you guys like it. I'm probably going to switching between p.o.v.'s throughout this chapter and there's going to be some fluffy moments between Rachel and Clark.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Superman Man of Steel.

Rachel's P.O.V.

I looked down at my watch after parking my car at the local hardware shop in Smallville to see that it was 9 o'clock in the morning so that left me with just 3 hours to get everything done, perfect. Quickly, I got of the car making my way into the store smiling slightly at the loud sound of the bell ringing above the door alerting the employees of a new customer an I gave a short greeting to the person at the cash register. Making my way to the back of the shop where I knew there would be some of the paint that I need for decorating the ceiling and the walls with, since this store has the best paint and supplies for the job. I paid the man at the cash register the right amount of money put them in the trunk and drove around town picking up a few odds and ends for my parents because they needed me to go grab a few things around town for this visit and since they're busy I thought it'd be nice to get it for them. After I made a few rounds around town, I drove off to my parents' farm, which coincidently, was neighboring the Kent's farm so it was a relatively quick drive. I parked the car up front and knocked on the door of their little farmhouse; after waiting for several long minutes, my mom finally opened the door with a pained and exhausted smile on her aged face.

"Are you alright, mom?" I asked her worriedly and she shook her head reassuring me that she'd tell me something important as soon as I came inside. I followed her until we stopped in front of the large wooden garage in our large backyard and I helped her open the door allowing her to lean heavily against me.

"Rachel, you know that I wasn't your birthmother, correct?" mom reminded me and I nodded slowly not understanding where she was going with this.

"Yeah, why?" I asked uncertainly and she stopped in front of a huge bulky contraption covered by a large black tarp.

"Well, we found you in this when you no more than a newborn infant," mom said softly and she pulled the tarp off allowing me to see something both extraordinary and terrifying. My space pod. I wasn't surprised since on my 18th birthday my adoptive parents showed me this as a way of reassuring me that I'm definitely something special.

"I know you guys have shown me this already, remember? On my 18th birthday," I reminded her, but she ignored me. Instead, she pressed a barely visible button on the side of the space craft causing it to open up to show a small black circular disk, but the weirdest thing about it was the fact that it starts glowing right after my mom drops it in my hand.

"Your father and I," I flinched when she said that, "pressed this button after we got you out of the space pod trying to see what it was, but it never did anything until you touched it one day as you were only teething at the time. You had it shoved in your mouth as it glowed a bright blue and beeping loudly, and luckily your siblings were at school at the time, so we quickly took it out of your mouth. A holographic picture of a tall man wearing an odd tunic-like clothing with a weird symbol on his chest, oh what was it? It looked like an…." Mom was explaining, but she was having a hard time remembering.

"An 'L'?" I asked her hesitantly and she snapped her fingers grinning wildly.

"Exactly! Wait, how did you know that?" Mom asked confusedly and I sighed heavily.

"Ever since I turned 13 until a few months afterwards, I had been having these weird dreams of either a man of woman singing and playing with me. Only problem is is that I always felt as if I knew those two people like they were familiar like….family," I explained nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Meu Deus! Why didn't you tell me? Rachel, those weren't dreams they were probably memories of your birth parents!" Mom exclaimed excitedly. "Anyways, the man said was speaking in a language neither of us understood no matter how much research we did. However, what we could understand were the numbers that appeared in bright blue light on the screen and we learned that they were coordinates leading to something left on Earth for someone to find it. Based on the hurried and urgency in his voice, what he was saying was very important and wanted only you or whoever found to find it," Mom explained with wide eyes. I stared at her dumbfounded.

"W-Why me?" I managed to choke out.

"Because whatever that man was trying to tell us must've been important just by the way he was making gestures and you of all people know just how capable of reading gestures and emotions," Mom stated hurriedly. I nodded in agreement. Mom used to be an interrogator for many detective cases in South America, so she had a pretty good amount of skills up her sleeves. "There's more, Rachel. As soon as I wrote the coordinates down I looked it up to find that it led to somewhere in the Arctic region. Your older brother is there and I repeat do not let him find whatever that man was talking about because your siblings don't know about your adoption. You've seen how our world doesn't exactly like things from outside our world just think of what might happen when your brother sees it," Mom explained rapidly.

"He'll send it straight back to the government to do experiments on it," I stated grimly.

"Bingo," Mom said seriously. I looked at my watch only to see that I had less than 10 minutes before I had to meet Clark!

"I've gotta go mom. Thanks for everything," I said with a grateful smile and she returned it as I dashed out of the garage got into my car stepping on the gas. I didn't notice my mom smiling worriedly at me.

"Take care, Rachel and good luck." Mom whispered softly.