THE LAST CHILDREN OF KRYPTON
SMALLVILLE : PART 1
BY PHOENIX FURY.
CHAPTER 7:
It's night as he zoomed over Smallville and up to Lana's house, through her window to look down at Lana asleep in her bed. He was floating above the bed when Lana opened her eyes.
"It's all your fault, Clark."
Lana closed her eyes as he looked down at her confused.
Then he heard his mother shout, "Clark!"
His eyes snapped open to look down at his bed two meters underneath him, for a moment everything frozen and then he crashed down onto the bed. Suddenly the bottom of the bed collapsed followed by the front.
"Clark, we're leaving for the farmer's market in 15 minutes and you haven't done your chores yet."
There was a knock on his door and Jessica's head pepped in. "Hey, you up?"
She blinked in surprise as she saw his bed. "What did you do to your bed?"
"I crashed down on it when I stopped floating," He said trying to keep calm.
"Floating?" She repeated.
"Floating." He confirmed.
"Oh." Jessica said, not knowing what else to say.
"Clark!" Martha yelled.
"Yes mom," Clark yelled back.
"I'll go do your chores you get dressed," Jessica said and turned to leave.
"Thanks Jess."
"What are sisters for," She grinned and left his bedroom.
Clark looked down at his bed. Floating? What next, tentacles?
The sun was shining as people set up their stalls at the farmer's market. Chloe and Pete had come to help the Kent's with their stall. Clark picked up a sign that said 'Kent Organic Produce' and put it up outside his parents' booth. When no one was watching, he pushed the nail through it with his thumb.
Lana and Whitney approached arm in arm.
Chloe caught sight of them and called out, "All hail the Homecoming king and queen."
Lana smiled as she caught sight of Clark. "Clark, I didn't see you at the dance last night.
"Oh, I was..." Clark looked at Whitney. "I was a little tied up."
Lana noticed the look and glanced at Whitney who looked away.
"Hey. Congratulations. That was one heck of a game. I haven't seen an offense that good since I played." Jonathan said, coming over to Lana and Whitney and offering his hand.
Whitney stood a little straighter, and grinned as he shook his hand, "Thank you, Mr Kent."
Jessica growled under her breath. She bet her father wouldn't like him so much if he knew what he'd done to Clark. Then she remembered her father had played football, been the most popular guy of the school just like Whitney. How old was this Scarecrow football tradition?
"I'm going to get the rest of the boxes out of the truck," Clark said and walked away.
"I'll help," Whitney said smiling at Mr Kent and Lana.
"Lana," Jonathan held up a peach offering it to her.
Lana smiled, taking it, "Thank you."
Jessica's eyes were on her brother and Whitney running to catch up with him.
She was probably one of the few girls who didn't have a crush on the star quarterback. She'd admit he was good to look at but otherwise she didn't see what the fuss was about. He was a self-centred arrogant jerk who didn't have one intelligent thought in his head.
"You ok, Jess?" Pete enquired standing next to her.
She smiled at him, "I'm good."
Jessica focused on what she was doing; Clark could take care of himself. "So how was the friend-friend thing?"
"We had a good time," He smiled slightly and then said, "She was disappointed Clark didn't show up."
"We got tied up." Jessica said, (Literally.)
Clark stalked ahead rolling his eyes as he heard Whitney call his name.
"Kent, you realize last night was just a joke, right?" Whitney said smiling but Clark ignored him. He put a hand on Clark's shoulder pulling him up. "Hey, I need that necklace back."
Clark looked down at his hand. "I don't have it."
Whitney looked away, "Look, it's Lana's favourite so..."
"So then you better go out to that cornfield and find it," Clark said and walked away.
Whitney sighed and went to back to the stalls to find Lana.
It was afternoon and the market was winding down as Clark watched Lana and Whitney kiss before the jock left the market grounds.
Lex walked up, unnoticed by Clark, and followed his eyes and smiled. "Can't knock your taste in women.
Clark jumped.
Lex grabbed a red apple from the barrel Clark was carrying. "You want to tell me what happened last night?"
"It was just a stupid prank," Clark said firmly, putting the apples in the back of the truck as Jessica came over with a box of onions.
"You were tied to a stake in the middle of a field. Even the Romans saved that for special occasions. You could have died out there." Lex said.
Clark sighed, "I appreciate your help. I just want to forget it ever happened."
Jonathan came over putting a box of leeks in the back of the truck. "Hey, Clark. What is the hold up, son?"
Lex smiled charmingly, "Mr Kent, it's good to see you." He offered his hand.
Jonathan shook it, "Lex." He looked at Clark and Jessica, "Come on, we've got to finish up."
They nodded, "Okay, Dad." Jonathan walked away.
Lex shrugged, "At least I got a handshake this time." Jessica laughed as Clark smiled before they followed their father.
Lex turned and saw Lana walking through the market. She looked up at him briefly. He smiled while biting into an apple, then threw it into the back of the truck.
The Kent's were driving home, Clark and Jessica were talking in the back seat about music and Jonathan and Martha were discussing how the market went.
"Oh, my God, Jonathan!" Martha gasped as she saw the overturned truck up ahead.
Jonathan braked to a stop and Clark and Jessica leapt out of the car running quickly to the truck. Jonathan grabbed a fire extinguisher from behind his seat as Clark pulled the truck window out and Jessica pulled Whitney out of the truck.
Jonathan saw the dripping oil and shouted to the twins in warning, "Jessica! Clark!"
The truck exploded, the twins shielded Whitney with their bodies as the flames engulfed them.
"Ah!" Martha cried out, Jonathan pulled her behind their truck to protect them from the explosion. The ruins of the truck lay on it's back in flames. Jonathan and Martha ran to the truck calling out, "Clark! Jessica!"
The smoke cleared and they found Jessica and Clark bent over covering Whitney. Jonathan placed his hand Clark's upper back and yanked it back as it burned him. "Ah!"
Jessica and Clark looked up, their clothes were a little charred and heated by the fire but they weren't harmed. Martha and Jonathan looked in astonishment at the twins.
Jonathan walked onto the back porch after just getting off the phone to where Jessica and Clark were standing after getting cleaned up.
"Whitney's gonna be all right. He's got a couple of cuts and bruises, but nothing serious."
Jessica wondered if that would knock some sense into the jock. "Does he remember anything?"
Jonathan shook his head. "No. Just that something smashed his truck and he woke up in the ambulance."
Clark nodded with relief and looked over to where Martha was hurrying around the barn and hiding behind the tractor pretending to work on it. "You need to talk to Mom. I think we really freaked her out this time."
Jonathan looked at his wife and then at the twins. "You also made her really proud."
Clark hesitated and looked at his sister, who nodded encouragingly, sensing what he wanted to tell their father. "Dad, something else happened to me this morning. When I woke up, I was... kind of floating."
Jonathan stared at him and repeated, "Floating?"
"As soon as I woke up, I crashed. I mean, Dad, what's happening to me?" Clark asked desperately.
He shook his head, "I honestly don't know. As soon as you start breaking the law of gravity, we're definitely in uncharted territory."
Clark sat down on the porch railing, "I just wish it would stop."
Jonathan put a hand on each of their shoulders. "Look, kids, I'm your father. I'm supposed to have all the answers. It kills me that I don't, but you gotta have faith that we'll figure this thing out together."
"I do, but this is happening to us and we're scared." He got up and went inside, Jessica following him. Jonathan looked after them and then went to find his wife.
Martha was fiddling with the tractor not really concentrating on it; she just wanted to do something.
"So how you doing?" Jonathan asked.
She sighed and turned around to lean against the tractor. "Jonathan, that explosion would have killed you and me. Clark and Jessica don't have a scratch on them."
"Well, I got another one for ya." He leaned against the tractor. "This morning when Clark woke up, he was… floating."
Martha was speechless but finally managed to ask, "What did you tell him?"
"I told him we'd figure it out. Our kids didn't come with instruction book."
She stood up. "Strength and speed, I can at least understand. Every year they get a little bit stronger and faster, but now everything is changing."
"I know. I was kinda hoping it'd level off about now but I don't think it is." He had the bad feeling it was only going to increase.
"I'm beginning to wonder if they can ever have a normal life." Martha turned around. "I mean can they get married? Can they even have children?" She asked, she didn't want her kids to experience that pain. She'd been lucky, she'd found the twins.
Jonathan softened knowing what she was thinking and cupped her face.
"How do you raise kids in this world where the rules literally don't apply to them?" She asked.
Her husband pulled her into his arms. "The best we can."
She pulled back and looked up, a little calmer. "Floating, huh?"
"That's what he said."
"I guess he'll have to get over his fear of heights," Martha said and sighed.
Jonathan smiled.
Lana approached Whitney at his locker and asked, "Where were you before the game on Saturday?"
Lex Luthor had come by her house and asked her if she knew where Whitney was before the game, she'd lied and covered for him but the way Lex had looked at her said he knew she was lying and where Whitney had really been.
"Can we talk about this later?" Whitney asked, avoiding the question.
She put a hand on his locker door shutting it. "It's a simple question, Whitney."
He looked away and answered, "I was warming up."
"So you didn't grab Clark and hang him up in a field?" Lana asked bluntly, knowing he was lying to her.
The jock sighed, "Lana, it was just a prank."
Lana shook her head. "Could I please have my necklace back?"
He swallowed, "I lost it."
"Were you planning on telling me? Or was that a prank too?" Lana asked hurt, before walking away.
She was walking quickly down the hall and passed Greg on the stairs.
Greg smiled, "Lana, hey. I thought you'd forgotten. I've been waiting for like an hour." She looked at him confused. "You remember the English paper?"
Lana closed her eyes briefly before opening them. "Sorry, Greg. Something really important came up. Can we do it some other time?"
She turned to go and he grabbed her arm.
"Hey, are you blowing me off for your boyfriend?"
"I'm not blowing you off. I need to see Clark."
"Kent? So you'd rather spend time with him? Is he more important than me?" He asked aggressively.
Lana sighed. "Greg, I can't talk about this right now. I have to go." She walked away completely dismissing his behaviour.
Clark and Jessica looked down at a model of an ancient city as sunlight streamed through the tall windows.
Lex entered and smiled, "Save any lives on the way over? You keep it up and you could make a career out of it." He came over to join them at the table.
Clark grinned as he stood up from where he'd been bent down to look at the model. "We were just dropping off your produce. Sorry our parents gave you a hard time."
"Ah, if push came to shove, I would have arm-wrestled them for it." Lex walked around to the other side of the table.
"Planning an invasion?" Jessica asked, looking at the model.
Lex braced himself on the table as he looked over it, "My father gave this to me when I was nine."
"Cool gift," Clark said.
Lex looked up and then came around the table to stand next to Clark, "It wasn't a gift. It was a strategy tool. My father equates business with war. Take the battle of Troy. It started because two men were in love with the same woman, kind of like you and the quarterback. That's why he strung you up in that field, isn't it?" Lex asked looking at Clark.
He shrugged, "If we're at war, Whitney's pretty much won her."
(At least he doesn't deny who did it.) Lex thought and said, "You lost one battle, Clark. That's all. Besides, I don't believe Lana's as infatuated as you think."
"The guy's captain of the football team. The whole town treats him like a god. Game over."
"If you hadn't pulled him out of that truck, your problems would be solved." Lex said as he walked across the room and then looked back at the twins who were looking at him questioningly. "I'm kidding of course. Don't worry, Clark. I've got your Trojan horse." He took the box with Lana's necklace in it off the fireplace and opened it. Clark backed away while Jessica retreated to look out the window as if to admire the view. "You okay?" Lex asking Clark not having noticed Jessica retreat since he was giving romance advice to Clark.
"Yeah, fine." Clark assured him and Lex closed the box and the twin's pain stopped.
"That's a cool box. What's it made of?" Jessica asked. It seemed that whatever it was blocked the rocks from hurting her and her brother.
Lex turned it over in his hands. "Lead. My mother bought it in a Kasban in Morocco. A little guy told her it was made from the armour of St. George, the patron saint of boy scouts. She gave it to me before she died. I think she was trying to send me a message." He offered it to Clark.
He walked away, "I can't take that."
Lex followed him, "What is it about Kent's and gifts? It's yours. Hand it to Lana. Tell her what happened. Trust me, once she opens it, you'll win her heart. That necklace gives you the power. All you've got to do is use it."
Clark took it and Lex smiled slightly while Jessica watched them thoughtfully.
Clark and Jessica stood by the fence of the cow field, holding the lead box Lex had given Clark.
"It has to be the meteor rock."
"Makes sense I guess, considering what Chloe thinks it does to people. If it affects humans that way who's to say it couldn't affect us." She said thoughtfully.
"We need to test it."
"What?" Jessica blinked. "You already know it incapacitated you, that was how Whitney strung you up or did you forget?"
"We need to be sure. Stand over there." He gestured a few meters away.
"Why?"
"There's no need for both of us to get hurt. You can use your speed to shut the box if it gets too much." Clark said reasonably.
She frowned at him unhappily, but did as he suggested knowing he wasn't going to change his mind and at least she would be there if it got too much.
He opened it and his hand turned sickly pale and the veins started to bulge. Clark winced in pain and closed the box. He looked at his hand which turned back to normal and the pain was gone. He flexed his fingers.
"Are you alright?" Jessica asked worriedly.
"I'm fine. As soon as the box shut the pain stopped and I'm back to normal."
"The lead must block it somehow, like x-rays, they can't see through lead either. If the meteors give off something, like radiation, that would explain the 'Smallville weirdness' as Chloe calls it, and that radiation could also affect us but differently because we're…different. Lead acts like a barrier that the radiation can't pass through to hurt us, just like x-rays." Jessica said, thinking out loud.
"Sounds logical." He said quietly. "It's such a tiny piece."
"Who said size matters?" Jessica smiled and then that smile faded. "If it was a bigger piece or you'd had longer exposure…" She trailed off.
He gestured to the box, "Lana's worn this for as long as I can remember but I've never felt effects like this. I couldn't punch Whitney because he was wearing it, he put it around my neck and I couldn't stop them from basically kidnapping me."
Jessica looked thoughtful for a moment, as if she was mentally reviewing every time they'd been around Lana. "That's because you can barely get near her. No wonder you make an idiot of yourself when you're around Lana. It's her necklace."
Clark threw her a sour look. But privately admitted she had a point. Whenever he got close to Lana he'd break out in a sweat and grow dizzy and then either fall over or trip. He'd always thought it was because he liked her, or at least that was what his father has explained when he told him of how he made an idiot of himself every time he got near her.
"If we give it back to her you'll still have that problem." She said, guessing what Clark was thinking about doing with it.
He sighed.
"Clark, this doesn't affect just you." She called after him, reminding him the rocks would affect her too.
"I know, Jess," Clark said and turned to head back to the loft.
Jessica sighed as she watched him go.
Clark entered the barn and headed up to the loft, he paused and looked up to see Lana looking through the telescope. He hid the box under a blanket and walked up the last set of steps to join her after neatening his clothes.
"Lana."
She turned around, "Your mom said I could wait up here. I hope you don't mind. This is an amazing place." She said looking around the loft.
Clark smiled, "My dad built it. Calls it our fortress of solitude."
She grinned and pointed at the telescope, "I didn't know you were into astronomy."
"Th-that's a hobby," He stuttered nervously.
She lent down to look through it again. "Did you know you can see my house from here?"
"No. Really?" He said innocently and put his hand on moved the telescope titling it up, to take the focus off her house. "You know, we've lived a mile apart our whole lives and you've never come over."
"And you're wondering what I'm doing here now."
He quickly reassured her she was welcome. "Not that I don't enjoy the company, but yes, I was."
Lana walked away from the telescope, "I found out about what Whitney did to you. The whole scarecrow thing and I came to apologize." She turned around to face Clark.
He smiled, "It's not your fault. Just forget about it."
"I can't. He had no right to do that to you and you turn around and save his life." Lana said admiringly.
"I appreciate you coming over here, but you're not the one who should be apologizing."
"I didn't come here to defend him. I came here to see you."
"Who told you?" Clark asked. He hadn't even told his parents. The only ones who knew were the ones who did it, Lex and Jessica.
"Lex Luthor. Dropped some bread crumbs and I followed the trail. I'm glad he did, Clark. He was just being a good friend. You're lucky. It's rare." She smiled.
"Oh, Lex is definitely one of a kind." They smiled at each other and then Clark asked, "What are you gonna do?"
She shrugged, "I'm not sure. I thought I knew Whitney. Now I wonder what else I've been blind to in my life. He even lost my favourite necklace."
Clark glanced over to where he'd hidden the box containing the necklace, before asking, "Can't you get it replaced?"
She shook her head. "It sounds kind of weird, but it's made from a fragment of the meteor that killed my parents. Nell had it made. Gave it to me the day she officially adopted me and told me that life is about change. Sometimes it's painful, sometimes it's beautiful, but most of the time it's both. I better go." She started walking and then turned back, "I'm glad you're okay, Clark."
They smiled at each other and she walked down the steps right past where he'd hidden the box.
Clark sighed. The necklace was important to her, how could he keep it? It felt like stealing.
Jessica was sitting on a hay bale putting together a bridle out of pieces of leather she'd just finished oiling; she could see her father through the wide doorway into the main barn putting large blades on a mower.
"Need a hand, Dad?" Jessica heard her brother call down from the barn loft.
She heard her father call back, "Best idea I've heard all night."
Jessica looked up when she heard her father call her brother's name. She put the bridle down and headed into the main barn.
"Hey, Clark. What happened? Are you all right?" She heard her father questioning Clark but she didn't hear him respond.
She came into the main barn and looked up to see her dad and brother shinning flashlights around the rafters. (What's going on?)
Then her dad came flying through the railing and she reacted instinctively.
Jessica heard Clark shout as she raced across the barn pushing the mower safely out the way with her foot and catching their father.
Clark raced to stand behind her and they ended up on a pile on the floor with her father on top of her and her brother beneath her.
Jonathan pushed himself to his feet and helped the twins up. He looked to the mower and then at the twins.
"What in the hell just happened?" Jonathan asked.
"I'd like to know that too," Jessica said as Clark shined the flashlight up to the loft.
"I never saw anybody move like that." Jonathan said Martha had her hands on his shoulders checking he was ok.
Jessica paused. (I guess we don't count. We're not anybody, we're aliens.) Then she shook her head and told herself she was being over-sensitive.
"Did you get a look at his face?" Martha asked.
He gestured to the ceiling, "He came right off the ceiling at me. It was almost as if he-"
Clark joined them still looking at the ceiling with his flashlight. "Wasn't entirely human? I saw his face. I think it was Greg Arkin."
Jessica, Jonathan and Martha looked at him in surprise. "That's a name I haven't heard in a long time. You and Pete used to hang out with him in grade school." Martha said remembering the nerdy boy.
"Why would he want to hurt you?" Jonathan asked his son.
"I don't know."
"Are you still friends?" Martha asked.
He shrugged, "I pass him in the halls, but people change."
"I remember his mother used to keep him on a short leash. But I can't believe he'd hurt a fly."
"Maybe that's because he was too busy collecting them and every other bug he could get his hands on." Jessica said shivering in disgust. She did not like bugs.
Jonathan had wandered away looking at the rafters. "Nah, Clark, kids just don't leap off the ceiling and attack people."
Clark pointed his flashlight at gooey green footprints on the ceiling. "How do you explain that?" Jessica trotted up the steps to get a closer look at the prints with Clark.
Jonathan stepped forward to get a closer look, ending up behind Martha. "I don't know, seems kind of out there."
Martha turned her head to look at Jonathan. "This coming from the man who's been hiding a spaceship in his storm cellar for the last 15 years." She pointed out and left the barn.
Jonathan shrugged, (Good point.) He headed up to the loft to join Clark and Jessica. "It's not that I don't want to believe you, Clark. It's just... I'm having trouble getting my head around this one."
Clark shone the flashlight on the rafters, over the prints and stared up at them. "Dad, do you ever wonder why all these weird things happen in Smallville?" Clark asked and Jessica glanced at him guessing where his thoughts had run to for hers had followed the same route.
"Every town has its share of tall tales."
Clark turned off the flashlight and dropped his hand. "Except here they're all true." Jonathan turned around to look at him. Clark walked away to sit down on the steps. "Chloe showed us this wall. It's covered with all these articles she collected about all the weird stuff that's happened Smallville since the meteor shower. It's all my fault."
"Our fault." Jessica corrected coming to sit down beside him.
"Look, kids, if you're talking about 50-pound tomatoes and two-headed calves, then I got a better explanation for you. LuthorCorp. I mean, God only knows what that fertilizer plant's been pumping out over the last 15 years." Jonathan said.
(And you're not biased at all,) She thought not buying it. The fertilizer plant may have been responsible for 50-pound tomatoes and two-headed calves but not Jeremy Creek.
"LuthorCorp didn't kill Lana's parents." Clark said quietly.
"Neither did you. You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over," Jonathan said firmly, believing it wasn't the twins fault.
"Dad, I know. I still feel responsible." Clark looked at his hands.
Jonathan walked over and ran a hand through Clark's hair and took a seat on the steps beside him. "What happened to Lana's parents was a terrible tragedy. But no matter how many extraordinary gifts you have, you will never be able to change that."
"Then how do I make this feeling go away?" Clark asked.
Jonathan shook his head slightly, "You can't. But that's what makes you human."
Jessica bit her lip and looked away. (Except we're not human dad.) She didn't believe their father's theory about the fertilizer plant being the cause of the weird things in Smallville but that was because she knew the rocks affected them as well.
Clark roped Chloe into helping the twins find out what was happening to Greg, who was the science reporter for the torch, though the articles would always be about some bug.
"I found an article about Amazonian tribesmen who took on the traits of the insects they'd been bitten by, but nothing as extreme as what you're talking about. Did you have any luck?" Chloe said holding a few sheets of paper she'd printed off.
"Only that Greg didn't move to Smallville until after the meteor shower, so he couldn't have been exposed to the blast." Jessica said, from where she sat at a computer with Clark sitting opposite her at another computer.
"Yeah, but his bugs could have been." Chloe said thoughtfully. "Think about it. Pieces of that meteor are still buried all over Smallville. The whole habitat's infected. So when boy catches bugs and bugs bite boy, you end up with... bug boy."
Jessica shook her head at Chloe's grin.
Clark straightened a pile of papers and stood up, thinking of a problem with her theory. "Yeah but Chloe, you can't even walk out your door in the summertime without being bitten by a mosquito. Why don't we have a whole town of bug people?"
"Uh, because you need a certain level of toxins to cause a mutation. Those Amazonian tribesmen were all attacked by swarms." Chloe explained following Clark around the office.
He turned to lean against the side of the desk. "Greg did keep tanks of bugs in his room. Maybe they got sick of the view and staged a revolt."
Chloe was skimming a booklet, "Well, according to this, bugs have a very short life cycle. So if he really has gone Kafka, let's hope he isn't in the mating phase."
Jessica raised an eyebrow, Mating phase? That did not sound good.
After grabbing Pete and they all headed to Greg's house after school had finished.
"It doesn't look like anyone's home," Chloe said looking through the window.
"The place is a mess. Remember what a neat freak Greg's mom was?" Pete looked at Clark.
Clark nodded and walked away to lean against the porch railing. "Yeah, she used to make us take off our shoes. One time I forgot and she yelled at me."
"Is that what broke up the friendship?" Chloe questioned, by the time she moved to Smallville Greg hadn't been their friend anymore so she hadn't known about their friendship.
"After 5th grade, Greg's parents got divorced and he just stopped calling after that," Clark explained.
"Which sucked because he had a killer tree fort his dad built in the woods." Pete said grinning as he remembered.
"It was okay," Clark said walking to the edge of the porch.
"Clark never liked it. He used to get dizzy just walking over there," Pete grinned.
"How come?" Chloe probed.
Pete's grin widened, "He was afraid of heights."
"I didn't believe it was structurally sound," Clark defended.
Jessica had stayed by the window and felt the window push up and kept pushing as she realized it wasn't locked. "You guys, come here."
They soon wandering around the house taking pictures at the mess. Pete and Clark were in the bathroom taking pictures of the mess in the shower.
Pete grimaced. "Oh man, that's disgusting. What is it?"
"I think it's skin. He must be moulting." Clark said.
"You guys better come in here! Guys?" Chloe called from Greg's room.
Chloe and Jessica stood in the middle of the room that was covered in cobwebs.
"Oh man. Looks like you're not the only one in Smallville with the hots for Lana." Pete said.
"I think Greg's found his mate." Chloe turned back to look at the TV screen, a video of Lana was playing, obviously being taped unawares. Jessica noticed something and went to a corner of the room where the spider webs were thicker. "Jess, what do you see?"
"I'm not sure," Jessica said stepping closer.
"Jess, be careful." Pete cautioned her.
"I don't like this," Chloe said for once not curious.
Jessica pulled the webs apart and Greg's mother fell out, her face shrivelled making Jessica leap back.
"Lana!" Clark said, realizing Lana was in danger and ran out of the bedroom.
"He's properly gone to find Lana; we need to call the police for her." Jessica said diverting Chloe's and Pete's attention from Clark's exit.
Chloe pulled out her mobile. "I'll do that, Pete, take pictures."
Jessica almost laughed. Nothing would ever distract Chloe from a story. She glanced at where Clark had left and hoped he would be careful. If Greg was made from the rocks and the rocks harmed them, they had no idea what Greg could do to them.
Later that evening after Lana was safe and Clark took care of Greg, Jessica watched through the telescope as Clark hung the necklace on Lana's front door and speeded off as Lana came out and found it.
She sighed and stepped back from the telescope.
Why did she get a bad feeling about this?
Greg had proved the meteors were dangerous, not just to her and Clark but normal people as well.
She heard Clark coming up the steps and turned to face him with her arms crossed.
Clark paused on the steps. "Jess?"
"Were you going to tell me you'd given Lana back her necklace or wait till I got near her when she wore it and found out for myself?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shifted uncomfortably.
"You'd be so mad if I did something like this without telling you." Jessica couldn't be mad at him even though she had the perfect right to be. She moved to sit down on the sofa.
"Clark, I know you like her but those rocks hurt us. You've basically given her a loaded gun and she doesn't even know it. This affects both of us; you didn't have the right to make the decision to give it back to her without talking about it with me first."
Clark sighed, he could see where she was coming from and she was right. This affected her too; he had no right to put her in danger. He would have hated himself if Jessica got hurt because he had kept something from her. "Your right, I'm sorry."
She patted the space beside her on the sofa and he walked over and sat down.
She took his hand in hers and squeezed to show she wasn't angry at him. "No matter what happens we're in this together. Promise me."
Clark nodded and said, "I promise. All for one and one for all."
She smiled at him. "Good."
She lent her head against his shoulder.
"I'm really sorry, Jess."
"I know. I understand why you did it, Clark, that's why I'm not shouting and yelling at you or telling Mom and Dad, who by the way would not be happy either."
He winced as he imagined their reaction if they understood what the rocks could do. They would not be pleased, he was suddenly glad they hadn't told them yet.
"We don't have to tell them, do we?" He asked hopefully.
"We stick together remember, and I don't want to be grounded till I turn a hundred but if they ever find out I will lay the blame firmly where it belongs, on your shoulders."
"Thanks," Clark said ruefully.
"You're welcome."
END OF CHAPTER 7
I know in the show the trucks the Kent's drive don't have a back seat just a bench seat in the front to fit three people on, but in my story they have back seats for the twins. When I first watched this episode I was a bit puzzled at how Whitney could drive a truck without supervision if he was the same age as Clark, and at the end of season 1 he leaves to join the Marines so it occurred to me he must be older then Clark and Lana, especially since he's looking at college. The older jock boyfriend would just make it more difficult for Clark to compete for Lana's heart.
PHOENIX FURY.
