"I don't know how to top that Clark but I know how I can partially pay you back." Lois said as they arrived at their hotel suite. She was on a total high from the concert.

Clark kissed her passionately. "I will accept what you are offering as full payment."

"How do you know what I am offering?" she teased as she started to unbutton his shirt. "You make it sound like Lionel was right about me."

"I know different, but maybe we could role play one time." He moved her back towards the bed.

She smirked. "Once upon a time, I thought you were an innocent plaid obsessed farmboy when really all along you have been a Kryptonian with a very imaginative and dirty mind." She fell back on the bed waiting for him to join her.

The following morning, Clark woke up to hear the shower running. He looked at his watch and noticed it was past 10. He thought about joining her but knew it was a bad idea.

Minutes later, she appeared, wrapped in a towel. "Morning…" she smiled as she walked past the bottom of the bed to the closet. Clark noticed a pre-occupied look on her face.

"Why didn't you wake me?" He asked. "are you ok?"

"I didn't sleep very well. I had a lot on my mind." She explained, contemplating whether to tell Clark the real reason she had not slept.

He patted the bed. "Is it something you want to talk about?"

She looked at him; those puppy dog eyes pleading with her. "Ok…" she took a deep breath, as she lay down on the bed next to him.

"Clark…there is something I didn't tell you about my first meeting with Star. She saw a scene in a graveyard, at a funeral…"

He felt his heart starting to race, scared to hear what she had to say next.

"From what Star described you were there with your mom and Lana, and Chloe and I were there together. I cannot be sure whose funeral it was but the only person not present was your dad."

"Are you sure?" Clark asked with horror on his face.

"No… I asked Star to try and find out when I met her yesterday but she said she could not get a connection with me. I have no idea when the funeral was or anything. I feel so helpless…" she started to tear up.

Clark sat up. "Lo, it is not your fault. Maybe if Star tried to read my mind, we could find out more. I was at the funeral too."

Lois shook her head. "She said she would not be able to get a connection with you."

He smiled reassuringly at her. "It can't hurt to ask her to try, can it? Is she still in town?"

"Yeah she is hanging around for the next week or so."

"Ok, let's head back to Smallville to see her. " He got out of bed, and seconds later… he was dressed and had their bags packed.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at Star's trailer.

Lois knocked and waited. The door soon opened. "Lois, great to see you. Hi Clark. Come in… the kettle has just boiled." She announced in her usual upbeat tone.

Clark and Lois made themselves comfortable as Star made the coffee. "So what can I do for you two?"

Clark piped up first. "Lois told me about your visions of the funeral and that you could not see anything more. Is there any chance you could try to tap into my mind to see whose funeral it is. I cannot bear the thought of losing my father, if that is who is destined to die. I need to know."

"Clark, it won't work. You are not human…" she explained.

"Have you ever dealt with an alien? Please try!" he tried to convince her.

"No, but when I shook your hand in the store I just got the feeling that I could not read your mind. " She paused for a moment. "But I will try…."

Clark smiled. "Thanks."

"Lois, could you sit over there." Star asked as she took a seat across the table from Clark.

She took hold of his hand and closed her eyes. At first there was nothing but then the visions started. There was a white structure which looked to be made of ice… Clark was with the girl who had been standing next to him at the funeral… they started to have some type of fight in the large ice structure as the girl grabbed something out of his hand and put it on her finger. The scene changed to the snow covered graveyard with all the mourners surrounding the hole in the ground. Star could feel Clark's pain and emotions… the scene moved forward to another time in the cemetery when the snow had gone… Clark was looking down at a grave…. Star took in the details on the headstone. It read…

Jonathan Kent
Sept 1,1954 – Jan26, 2006
Beloved Husband and Father.

Star snapped herself out of the vision. "I am sorry Clark but it is your father and he dies the day you jumped to this time."
Clark's face crumpled. "I have to stop it from happening. I need more clues as to how he died." There was desperation in his voice. "I need more… Star."

"Clark, there is nothing more to tell you."

"Try again!" he thrust his hand towards her.

Star took his hand. The connection came easier this time. Clark was standing at the altar of a church, looking down as a veiled bride walked towards him. She came closer, and closer. She was soon stood opposite him. He lifted her veil, and Star saw the woman who had been with him in the big white structure.

January, 26... 2006

The vision came to an abrupt halt when she realised one person missing from the flash of the funeral and the wedding – Lois…..

Star jerked herself back into the present day, realising she need to compose herself. Her eyes were moist as they always were whenever she thought back to those events in the past. That meeting with Lois and Clark in her van was the last time she had seen them together.

She took a deep breath and continued up the track. The Kent Farm had not changed much in the past 16 or so years….