Hiding

Clark was happy to hear that the two shooters from last week were on their way to prison. He had also heard that the young boy who had gotten shot had found his family and were moving to Atlas. It wasn't really a surprise given what happened, Clark had thought of wishing the family luck given what happened but he decided against it.

The entire population of Smallville was still talking about what happened, two of their own citizens hating another race so much they were willing to kill for it. In fact a few tv reporters from Vale actually came all the way to cover the event.

'And you're sure you're ok?' Yang asked from the other end of the phone call. Clark was currently at work, typing in old files into the computer for the Weekly Torch. Honestly he thought they'd name it after the Grifball team like everything else but by some miracle it wasn't.

"Well let me check. No mortal wounds, no broken bones, no missing limbs, yep I'm all good." Clark said jokingly into his scroll as his fingers went so fast it looked like his hand was somehow all over the keyboard.

He could practically hear Yang puff her cheeks on the other end of the line. 'I'm serious here! I get home and turn on the TV and the first thing I see is some guy talking about some nutjob shooting at your farm! Ruby came home all nervous and…..a call would have been nice.' she finished in a low voice.

Clark pressed his lips together, he didn't even think of calling them as soon as that report went live. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't call. I just…...I've been dealing with some personal stuff lately." he explained. Despite the conversation with his father he still wasn't entirely sure about his stance when it came to the public.

His mother and father spent seventeen years raising him in secret and that's all he's ever done. The idea of just suddenly coming out and showing himself to the world was just a plain bad idea. But his was father was right about how he could make huge difference in the world if he did reveal himself.

But to be good or bad who could say?

'Like…..adopted stuff?' Yang asked cautiously, feeling like she was walking on eggshells bringing it up. She hadn't told her father, uncle, or even Ruby for that matter. It was private and she respected that about Clark.

The young adult front his fingers, "Uhhhhh….kinda I guess." he said, realizing he could have someone else to talk to. "It's just that I've been thinking…..what if one of my parents where Faunus? And they didn't want me to be persecuted?" he suggested.

Of course his birth parents couldn't have had a clue that he'd be found by Martha and Jonathan Kent…...could they? Nah that's kinda dumb if that's the case. he thought to himself as he shook his head at the idea.

'Huh….never thought of it like that. But look, if that's why they left you I think they did what they thought was best. At least I hope so.' She responded.

Clark noticed the 'I' instead of 'you' on her part, "What about you? I mean you've thought of this right?" he asked. Yang had years to think of these questions, and it felt like only now that Clark was interested in her experiences.

Yang hesitated before answering, 'Honestly….I think about it all the time. But I know that if I just focus on that one question it'll consume me.' she explained. 'Look no matter what though, don't let that eat you up ok? What's done is done and all that." she said, trying to be positive but having a little bit of sorrow in her voice.

"Hey…...I got your back Yang. Same as you." He said, trying to get her to smile.

'Oh so you just have my back? Or do you have a eye on my front too?' She asked teasingly, causing Clark's face to flush as he chuckled. Yang always flirted like that to every guy just to get a rise out of them. The same way she babied Ruby in front of people for a few giggles on her end.

"There it is, I was wondering where Yang went. Look I gotta go, thanks for talking with me Yang." he said graciously to the scroll.

'Hey no problem, just YANG in there. Hehehee.' she said from the other end, chuckling at her own bad pun.

Clark hanged up before she could tell anymore. "Goddamnit Yang." he muttered before getting back to work and inputting files into the computer. She may have been one of his best friends but those stupid puns of her drive him nuts sometimes.

After finishing inputting about a dozen or so more files, Clark turned off the computer and made his way out the door of the office, after finishing up his work he walked out the door to his office and made his way out the building and onto the sidewalk.

Crossing the street he walked towards the hardware store where he was going to meet his dad for few tools they needed. Jonathan's injury from the driver was almost healed by now but still needed help with some things until the cast came off.

Seeing the truck pulled up in the alley beside the hardware store, Clark entered and met his father in the tools isle. Gathering what they needed and paying for them, the father and son climbed into the truck, "I still think that we could have had the heater replaced." Clark said, referring as to why they needed the tools in the first place.

"If it ain't broke right?" Jonathan replied. "Besides I'm surprised you're taking your mother's side on this. You don't even get cold." he noted. Clark had never had the need to be cool or warmer, his body just seemed to keep himself at a certain comfortable temperature, but he still wore whatever clothes fit the weather at the time

Clark rolled his eyes, "That's not the point dad, I'm just saying the insurance covers it if it breaks down. We won't need to pay a dime." he pointed out.

"Yeah but I know how to fix the one we have, let's say the new one breaks down, I won't have a clue how to fix it." he countered.

Clark threw his hands up, "That's it, I give up, there is no changing your mind." he said, giving up his attempt to change his dad's mind. His dad could be more stubborn than a mule when he set his foot down on a decision.

As the truck exited Smallville, Clark looked around into the forest, things had been quiet in Smallville as of late. And honestly he didn't mind the change, it seemed as though ever since he found out what he really was things had been getting a little crazy around town. First there was Wild Wolf as Clark called the creature, then there was driver business that he shut down all the way in Vale, and then the shooters.

Ok so is there something in the water or am I just a lighting rod for all things strange and unusual? he inwardly asked. The young adult almost felt like the two were related but that was impossible. Besides it's not like he couldn't handle whatever came his way, right?

Well that was what he thought until his father hit the breaks, causing both of them to lurch forward as a very mean looking group of humanoid robots ran across the street with no regard for them.

Clark and his father looked at each other and then back out to the road, "We could pretend we never saw that." Clark suggested. Jonathan let out a hum of agreement, "But we're not. Are we?" he asked. Jonathan shook his head as Clark exited the truck and ran into the forest after the robots.

The thicket was mostly trees and bushes, and the robots had left a trail through the forest that anyone could follow. Robots were something that was hardly ever seen in Smallville, the machines had mostly been produced for security and army purposes, the ones that Clark had seen were dark grey with red lights for their eyes and over their body.

Personally he saw nothing wrong with the machines, but he did wish that they could be used for more than weapons. It would save them so much money and time if they had one to tend the fields of their farm.

He shook his head of those thoughts when he heard machine gun fire. Kicking his running into super speed, he broke through the forest into a small clearing where he saw the reason for the gunfire.

The robot's hands had all transformed, their fingers acting more as mini guns and a few them having swords as hands too. But they were all focusing on a single target.

A young woman around his age, her hair was black as night that went just down past the back of her neck. Her outfit was a mixture of black and white, a black buttoned vest with coat tails and a white sleeveless undershirt that showed a little bit of her midriff . She also had a pair of white shorts on, her legs being covered by stockings that started back near her hips but faded to purple near her black low heel shoes.

She had ribbons cover one of her arms while a sleeve covered the other with a silver band across it. Her eyes were Amber colored and rose near the ends, giving her a cat-like look, she also had a little black bow on top of her head.

And she was beating the crap out of them.

Clark hugged the side of a tree as not to be spotted and mistaken for a enemy, but the young woman was using her black sword to slice the robots apart as they came at her.

Swinging the large blade through one of her opponent's shoulder she turned and thrust it into another's chest before pulling it out, the outer sheath/butcher blade staying in while she swung out the sword and sliced a robot's head off, grabbing the handle of the blade still in the last one as spun around again, slicing the body at the midsection while holding it reverse style.

It seemed a little overkill but even Clark had to admit it was kinda cool to see.

The girl turned as a bullet whizzed by her head, raising the sword, she pulled the trigger and the hilt fired back, at the bots.

As much as Clark wanted to help, it would look pretty suspicious if he comes out after she sees a blur take out her attackers. Besides he was pretty sure she had this under control from the way she was taking out the bots.

As the young woman shot another metal head off it's shoulders, she took one last look around before sheathing her blade and putting it on her back.

That's when a bullet tore through her arm, she yelled out as she held the wound. She had dropped her guard and her aura, and the robot behind her with it's arm raised at her was going to use that opportunity.

Clark rushed over as time slowed down, bullets already firing from its arms, Clark reached down to the ground and picked up one of the parts of the robots small enough to fit in his hand. Stepping between the girl and robot, he tucked his hand under his opposite arm and flung the metal at the robot.

He then 'tackled' the girl to the ground as a few bullets hit him with enough force to cause him to feel a small pinch with each shot. Meanwhile the metal went straight through the robot's head and even through a few trees before embedding into some bark.

As he rolled off the girl, he saw the body fall back onto the ground. He couldn't help but smirk at how that worked out so well. Turning to the girl, he saw her holding her wound a few feet out of his reach. She was fast.

"Hey, are you ok?" he asked with concern as he got up onto his knees. The girl tensed up, looking at him with a mixture of curious and caution. Clark held his hands up in a peaceful manner, "Look, I don't mean any trouble. But you look like you could use some help." he said evenly.

The young woman weighed her options, she could run off and ditch the guy who may have saved her life. But her arm was bleeding and she honestly didn't know the first thing about first aid. And on the other hand she could go with this guy who may have saved her life who she knows absolutely nothing about.

Clark could tell she wasn't entirely convinced, "My name's Clark. Clark Kent." he offered, trying to give her a olive branch so he could help her.

She seemed to visibly relax somewhat, "Blake." she replied curtly. Clark stood up and slowly approached her, holding out a hand to her, she gave him a once over, sizing him up if he decided to try something. She cautiously grasped the hand, helping her up onto her feet, he released her hand.

"Me and my dad were on our way back home. He used to be a medic so he probably help with that." he said, pointing to the wound on her arm. Blake could almost smile, relieved that she had made the right choice.

(000)

"Aaaand….there. Your good as new." Jonathan said as he finished wrapping the bandage around her bicep. The young woman moved her arm around, testing for any more damage but finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Blake was sitting in the dining room of the Kent household, Jonathan had just spent the good part of a half hour patching her up.

Clark had explained to both his parents that he found Blake being attacked by the robots. Blake explained that she had made someone mad enough to send them after her. The Kents didn't pry into who or why, respecting her own privacy.

"I'm sorry to have taken up all your time." Blake apologized politely. She honestly didn't mean to take up so much of their time, it was simply a graze that she could have healed with her aura but Mr. Kent insisted on helping.

The man smiled and waved her off, "Don't apologize, I'm just glad I'm still useful." he said, setting the supplies back into the first aid kit.

Blake shifted in her seat, not entirely comfortable being the object of attention. She preferred to blend into the wall and not get any attention. But that wasn't exactly an option here, "Well…..thank you, again, you don't need to worry I'll leave before-" she started.

"You'll do no such thing until you get a warm meal and a good night's rest. Doctor's orders." Jonathan said sternly, but with a smile that said he was just being kind. She wasn't in any real danger with a minor wound like that but being shot isn't exactly something you get up and walk off…...well not in Clark's case.

Blake seemed surprised by the offer, "I…..um….ok." she answered as best she could. The sound of footsteps made the pair turn to see Clark with a big of dirt on him.

"You tried to fix the heater yourself?" Jonathan asked, making Clark nod. "And you find you have no idea what you're doing?" he asked with a smirk.

"Well….I wouldn't say 'no' idea." he offered weakly as Jonathan got up from the table and followed Clark to the stairwell. Opening the door on the side of the stairs they marched down the stairs to the basement. "So how is she?" he asked.

"Aside from a little paranoia? She's fine." he answered, making Clark raise a eyebrow. Jonathan went on to explain, "She never let me or your mother out of her sight. Like she didn't entirely trust us."

"To be fair I could have turned out that way." Clark said with a shrug as they walked to the heating unit. The basement had been used for storage mostly, they're was a hatch in the side of the house that lead down here so they could carry out bags of seed to the tractor when needed.

"Yeah. But that's because you have something to hide." he pointed out to his son. "Look Clark, I'm not saying I don't trust her, but it's a two way thing. So keep an eye on her, ok?" he asked. Clark nodded, the part of how she just 'made someone mad enough, to send robots after her with combat capabilities like that didn't sit right with him.

"Sure thing…..I'm still a little amazed she managed to fight like that." he admitted, handing his father a screwdriver. He had seen Yang and Ruby practice their weapons, personally he found them extremely dangerous but the sisters knew what they were doing.

He'd rather use his bare hands like Yang, except with less explosions…...and fire.

Clark shook his head of the thoughts, "Look you guys don't need to worry about her." he said decisively. Jonathan nodded at the young adult, pressing the ignition button on the heating unit, causing it to come to life. "Guess I don't have the magic touch." Clark said with a smirk as he helped his father up onto his feet.

Heading up the stairs, they were just in time for dinner.

(000)

Blake felt…...off.

The young woman was currently sleeping in the guest room of the Kent household. She had originally wanted to be on her way as soon as she was patched up. But a nice homemade meal ached a few weeks of just getting food from gas stations?

She'd have to be insane to pass that up. And oh sweet God was it good to have an actual meal after so long. But still it just seemed…..too good to be true.

It's not that she didn't trust humans, they had done terrible things to the Faunus, that was a given, but she accepted that not all humans are bad. If she judged a entire race just by the actions of a few, how would that make her any better than how the bad ones looked at her kind?

But still, Humans made her feel uneasy at times. And this was one of those times.

As she rolled around the bed in a attempt to find a comfortable position, she heard footsteps outside her door. She looked at the door, ready for anything to barge in but was slightly relieved as the footsteps carried on past her door.

Due to her heritage, her ears were extra sensitive, as were her eyes. So she heard the footsteps go down the stairs softly and head out the door. The window of her room gave her a clear view of the front of the house, looking outside, she saw Clark making his way towards the barn with something under his arm.

Curiosity got the better of her, as it would anyone, and slipped into her clothes. Opening the window, she jumped out the house and out onto the ground, not wanting to wake Mr. and Ms. Kent.

She watched from a distance as Clark entered the barn and closed the doors behind him. Sunning at the door, she jumped up to the doors and pushed herself up to the small squats window and climbed inside. Jumping up to the rafters, she watched as Clark climbed the stairs to the loft.

And now she could clearly see what Clark had under his arm, a telescope.

Now she felt stupid. Though she would have never guessed that he would be doing that of all things, she still felt bad she jumped to the worst conclusion about him. She continued to watch as Clark set up the tri fold stand and set the scope down.

Pointing it out the window and up to the sky, he pulled one of the chairs over so he could sit and look.

Clark always had a fascination with astrology, whether it was because of who he was or just because he liked it he didn't know. But either way he liked looking up into the stars, and he's been doing it more and more since he found out the truth about himself.

When he heard the sound of wood creaking, he turned around, not seeing anyone he went back to looking through the telescope. He found that his super vision actually caused his scope to look out even farther out into space. He heard the sound again, this time he looked with his supervision, going into the X-ray spectrum he could see the bone tribute of Blake hiding up in the rafters.

But the strange thing was she had…..another feature…..on top of her head?

It suddenly clicked in Clark's mind, "You can come on out. I know you're there." he called up as he returned his vision to normal. Blake's eyes widened drastically, weighing her options, she dropped down to the floor of the barn, Clark looking at her from the loft.

"I'm sorry." she said honestly, "I heard you outside my door and…..I'm a little paranoid." she admitted, finding her shoes very interesting at the moment.

Clark nodded, now he understood why the secrecy. "Hey, you're at a stranger's farm in the middle of nowhere. I get it." Clark said openly. Blake gave him a look, "And I'm guessing me being so understanding is kinda creepy?" he guessed.

For the first time he saw her smile, "You're not creepy. Trust me. I've seen creepy." she said, making Clark smile. He gestured for her to come up, she thought for a moment before walking up the stairs to the loft.

"I do need to ask, why the nervousness?" Clark asked as he sat down in the seat beside the telescope, Blake sat across from him on the couch with her hands in her lap.

"I'm used to it. Living outside the Kingdoms will do that." she explained. She had lived outside the kingdoms for most of her life, not to say she never had been to one of the cities but it was in her nature by now. Almost like she was programmed with it.

Clark didn't look so convinced, "I live out here. My parents do, and we just go with things." he explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

Blake moved shifted in her seat, "Clark with all due respect. You don't know what it's like living…...outside everything." she said, choosing her words carefully as not to offend or give anything away.

Clark clasped his hands together, "I know you get lonely." he said, making Blake look at him. "I know that…...I know that sometimes you just want to know why…..I know you get angry, sad, both sometimes." he continued, making her eyes soften. "But I also know that you can change that, but it's a big step to do that." he finished, looking at her.

Blacked eyes widened significantly, did he know? How could he possibly know!? She had been extra careful as not to give anything away.

Clark saw the panicked look on her face, "Look we all have secrets. I have mine and you have yours. And you don't need to say anything you don't want to, same as me." he said calmly.

Blake bit down on her lip, it's not that she didn't find Clark a bad guy. But still this secret was something that literally could lead to threaten her well being. But from the way he was talking he understood what she was going through, maybe even better than she did.

"Thank you….but I can't…..I'm sorry." she said.

Clark smiled, "It's ok, if I'm being honest I wasn't gonna tell you mine either." he said, causing Blake to let out a small chuckle. "Look I gotta ask though….how do you get through it…..hiding it I mean?" he asked.

Blake thought it over in her head before answering, "I just see it as it's just my business. I'm not obligated to tell anyone something that's none of their business." she explained plainly.

Clark sucked in on his upper lip, "But…..what if you could do great things if people knew the truth?" he asked.

"Clark, the world isn't completely understanding. If you have a secret, big or small, not everyone will understand you." she said.

The young adult let out a sigh, So I have to keep hidden…...forever. he thought. Truthfully he wasn't exactly against the idea, this just meant he couldn't openly help people, maybe there was some way he could help people….but that was a question for later.

Blake noticed the look on his face, "Look Clark….whatever your secret is, it doesn't mean that it NEEDS to come out." she said.

Clark looked at her and managed a smile, "Thanks Blake…..now go get some sleep. You've had a long day." he said, the young woman smiling before standing up and making her way down the stairs.

She stopped and looked at Clark, "Thank you." she said gratefully. The young man nodded at her before she continued down the stairs, exiting the barn, she jumped up to the roof and entered the room she was previously inside.

Meanwhile, Clark was hanging his head low. Saddened at the hard truth he had to face.

(000)

Clark woke up the next morning in his hammock ,rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stretched both his arms out as he let out a yawn. Swinging his legs to the side, he got off the hammock and made his way down the loft, his mind was still on his talk with Blake.

He was still disappointed about the truth, but either way that's what it was. He couldn't change that. Exiting the barn, Clark made his way inside and towards the breakfast table where his father and Blake were sitting at the table talking.

"-and good lord the weather, if there was one thing worse than the fighting it was how cold the rain was. I had to help with some cases of hypothermia more than actual wounds that fall." he explained, talking about his days as a medic.

Blake was truly interested, she had heard stories from the war of course but they were mostly from the side of the faunus, and hearing what the humans had to go through was so similar it may have well been the same story.

"Did you tell her about the guy who wanted to be sick yet?" Clark asked as he took a seat and grabbed a orange out if the bowl in the center of the table.

Jonathan chuckled, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." he said, Blake's interest peaking at the mention. "During the early days of the war, no one wanted to be there, not us, the faunus, even the animals somehow knew that this was a bad place to be." he started.

Clark loved his father's war stories, he did have a few friends die which was sad, but he accepted that it was their time and remembered how they lived, not died. And his father actually had a few fun times during the conflict.

"So as I checking over soldiers, this one pulled me aside. He asked if I could fudge the diagnosis. I said I couldn't, I told him if he was in perfect health then he had to stay." he furthered before smirking to himself. "and so this idiot tried everything to get sick, he slept in the rain, he drank muddy water, never brushed." he stated, making Blake chuckle.

"And when he came to ask me if he could leave again, he had a small fever. And then I told him, 'You idiot I mean if you want to leave you have to get really hurt. Shoot yourself in the for if you want to leave." Jonathan said. "And then he gave me this look and replied, 'Shoot my foot are you crazy? I wanna go home not get hurt doing it!" Jonathan said, making both the younger adults laugh.

As Clark cut the orange, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew Blake's secret and she didn't even want him to know it. And here she was sitting at their table having breakfast. "Clark you better go get dressed, you got work to get to." Jonathan said, Clark's eyes widening at realization.

Quickly finishing his food, he made his way towards the stairs, "What does Clark do?" Blake asked his father.

"Clark has a job at the newspaper. He does filing." he explained that.

"It's important!" Clark called down as he descended the steps in clean clothes. His father and Blake shared a look, "...I like to think so at least." he muttered as he made his way to the door.

As he left the house, Blake looked at his father, "Is he always so moody?"

"You have no idea."

(000)

Clark opted to run his way into town, as much as he liked having company, it also meant he can't use his abilities out in the open. If he had been using super speed last night when Blake was in the barn he'd have a lot of explaining to do.

As he ran down the side of the road, he looked further down the road and began to slow to a walk, in front of him was a large truck that looked like something like a troop transport. One of the people was a woman who was putting in the robots from yesterday, two other people were dragging them out of the forest.

"Hey, what's going on?" Clark asked curiously.

The woman in charge looked at him, "A thief destroyed the bots, nothing to worry about." she said, waving him off.

Clark on the other hand was shocked, "Thief?" he asked.

The woman nodded, "Yeah, you heard how the White Fang stole a train full of dust a few days ago? Bots were tracking one of them down." she explained.

Clark had to force his face back to being normal, but on the inside he was unnerved. As he continued walking away, he connected the dots in his head, Blake was a Faunus who was running away after stealing a train along with the White Fang…...but then if she was with the group why did she agree to his offer?

As soon as the cleanup crew was out of sight, he ran at full speed to the Torch for some answers.

(000)

"And you're sure about this Clark?" Jonathan asked. Clark had finished explaining what he had managed to dig up on the train robbery. How two members of the White Fang managed to overtake the defenses and separate the train cars. But it was all done without anyone getting hurt.

Clark nodded, "Yeah. I am…...I'm going to talk to her about it." he said, the two starting to walk back to the house from the front of the driveway.

Jonathan looked unsure, "Clark are you sure about this. I mean she's a nice girl but the people she's with….they've done bad things."

"So have the human race. But you and mom love me and I love you guys, despite all the bad things that humans have done." Clark responded, shocking his father somewhat.

It's not that he didn't have a point but…..it was shocking that Clark would make that contrast with the human race. "...fair point son…..but still…..be careful." he said, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. Clark nodded and patted his hand.

Looking in the house, he didn't see Blake so he took a guess that she was in the barn. Entering the barn, he saw Blake was trying to pull a block of hay from one side of the room to the other. "Ok…...this is sad." Clark said, having to hold back a chuckle.

Blake gave him a glare, "Would you like to try?" she asked. Clark decided to indulge her, grabbing the hay by the string that held the block, he easily carried it over to the other side, making Blake pout.

"So….I went into town today." he started, taking a seat on the block of hay. "I ran into some guys cleaning up those robots from yesterday." he said, making Blake's eyes widen, he looked at her sadly. "Blake why didn't you tell me, us?" he asked.

Every instinct in her being told her to run, that if he was smart he would have called the police on her. But instead…..she let out a shaky breath, "How could I? How could I tell you that I'm a member of the White Fang without thinking you'd just betray me?" she asked.

Clark nodded, "I suppose so…I just want to know why." he said calmly, trying to calm down Blake as well. He didn't want her to do something stupid, like attack him or run away.

She looked down to the floor, "I…...do you know what it's like for everyone to look at you like your nothing but a animal? Something not worth giving a damn about?" she asked.

Clark's face confirmed to that of sympathy, "I used to…..yeah." he said. Back in school, he was a target for bullying since day one, it didn't matter what grade or year, every day he came home with scuffed clothes and a frown. He tried everything to go unnoticed, he didn't go to dances, he wasn't invited to parties, he never went on spring break or anything of the sort.

He even went so far to make his grades all C's throughout high school, and the first dance he was even invited to he just stayed in the shadows watching everyone, not doing a thing, just because he had gotten so used to it.

Blake still didn't look up at him, "Then you know that after so long you just want to scream, you want to shout and just do something that will make people treat you differently, treat you like a person and not…"

"A freak." Clark finished for her, making her finally look up at him. "Blake all my life I could never fight back. Because…...I couldn't live with myself if I just lost it and hurt someone so bad. But I don't let that define me, I move past it. I don't care how other people see me, I care about how I see MYSELF." he said, patting his hand to his chest.

"I feel alone, sure. But I have friends, and I may not see or talk to them often but they're still there for me whenever I need them. And I'd rather have that than anything else." he said, giving her his best smile.

Blake stated at him for a few seconds before smiling, whipping her eyes dry, "I…..I like that. But Clark if they're looking for me, I can't stay here." she said as Clark stood up. Walking over, he did something that was somewhat dangerous.

He gave Blake a hug, she was somewhat hesitant, but she returned it, "If you need anything. ANYTHING. Give me a call. Ok?" he asked.

Blake gave him a smile and nodded, "Of course." she said with a nod.

(000)

Blake was more than nervous than she ever had been when she told her story to Martha and John Kent, but after explains that she cut the train car so that no one was hurt, they weren't mad at all for her lying.

"You really don't need to do this." Blake said as Clark handed her the suitcase that contained some clothes, toothbrush, comb, and other things for her journey. Clark had also slipped in some money for food for her.

"Yeah we do because you're incapable of asking us for help properly." Clark said with a smirk that she returned. The pair were standing at a bus stop on the outskirts of Smallville that was heading to Vale.

"So, any idea what you're gonna do now?" he asked, curious as to what sir had in store next.

Blake shrugged, "I don't know yet, maybe I'll do something else to help Faunus. There's plenty of places that I can do that at in Vale." she said, trying to be hopeful. Clark gave her a pat on the shoulder, showing his support.

"You know the old saying, do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life." he said.

"This coming from the glorified copy boy?"

Clark removed his hand, "Just had to ruin the moment, didn't ya?" he asked as Blake smiled. Looking down the road, he saw the bus pull up to the stop, as the doors opened, he gave Blake a smile of confidence that she returned.

Before she got on, she leaned over and gave him a one armed hug goodbye before getting on the bus. Sitting down in her seat, she looked out the window, waving to Clark as the bus started moving.

Clark waved back until the bus was far down the road, watching it go, he smiled to himself before beginning to make his way back home.

AN: I know we don't know much about what happened between the Black trailer for RWBY and when she appeared at Beacon, and I'm pretty sure that she didn't get to Vale all by herself.

Now as some of my readers know, I like writing romance in my stories. Yea I'm a man and I like romance, sue me.

But I'm sure you guys are asking if Lois or Lana will be in this as Clark's love interests. I will state it now that I HATE LOVE TRIANGLES. So there shall be none of those here, between Korra and Smallville I had enough of that crap to last a few lifetimes.

Now, I've honestly been at a draw in this field. Originally I had thought of a OC since a good deal of readers like Akiko from my Legend of the Spider-Man story. But then I thought of one of the girls in the actual show

Now I'm still not sure if them I'll choose, and because this show has so many ships that it could be a entire navy fleet, I want to hear from you guys. Leave a review or send me a PM ok your thoughts.

But keep in mind that this is not a poll, and that depending on what happens in the show will affect who will be available, but send me thoughts on who you think I should go with or if I should start working on a OC.