Jeremy Shane: Thanks!

Emma217: No prob.

The fallen sky: Thank you so much! I was kinda worried about that chapter. I mean, Superman is not supposed to have a big ego; but when I was thinking of the scene I figured he would've expected some form of respect from Heath. And the fact that Heath was a complete and arrogant bastard must've grated on the man of steel's nerves something fierce!

I always figured Clark would be a good father. He did so good with Maddie, Ryan, Evan, even Bart to a certain extent. It was kind of hard to see it in this story because from Chloe and Moira's perspective Clark just kind of seemed angry. I'm glad I got to do a chapter from his view so that everyone could see that he's not just angry. He's confused as well; and he loves his family so much. You also got to see that yes, he loves Casey; and the relationship between him and her is strong; but despite how Moira feels, he loves her just as much. I think he just feels guilty about the way he lets Chloe treat her; like she's made of glass. And he feels guilty for not saying anything about it.

As for Casey and her lack of toughness; honestly, I don't think she's ever been hurt before. When Clark was her age, even though he'd never really been hurt either, he'd still felt the effects of kryptonite a few times. Casey's not allergic to kryptonite. I mean, the blue makes her human; but she's only ever had to use it to get a haircut. And haircuts don't hurt. I think she was kind of shocked. I thought about that before I wrote it. I too felt she should have been able to tough it out; but then I thought about it and I tried to remember that she's thirteen; that The JL has grown so big that Clark probably doesn't necessarily need help from his super empowered children, nor does he want to put them in harm's way. I figured Clark would be the overprotective one in that aspect.

Oh, and the goodbye kiss thing, I've actually had a little experience with that. My oldest did that to me once. I kind of felt bad; but at the same time I figured he was eight, nearly nine. I was lucky he didn't stop when he was five or six. My youngest still kisses me goodbye though. I'll enjoy that while I can. Little kids grow up so fast! But I really feel Lizzy pays more attention to her mother than the other kids. She saw that Chloe was hurt when Johnny rejected her; and she didn't want to hurt her mother like that either. She really is a sweet kid; naïve, selfish, and a bit

of a pessimist at times; but mostly she's sweet.

Dizzy78: Thanks! I'm glad you liked Clark's chapter. I wasn't too sure about some parts; but I've only gotten good reviews for it so far; so I guess it's alright.

Shonnia22: Lol. You're not the only one who enjoyed how much Clark couldn't stand Jeremiah. And you're definitely not the only one to wonder why the hell Jor-el wanted to meet with Lizzy. Thanks! For the review; and I'm glad you're still enjoying this!

Anita the angel: Lol. You're not the first to come over here and ask that question. Um the truth is, I don't know right now. I was talking to a friend of mine; and she thinks I should, so more than likely I will for her sake; but I doubt it will be anytime soon.

Nakala: Welcome back! And you're right! Lizzy and Chloe have a lot in common. I think you're the only person to mention that. I don't know if you guys notices; but Lizzy and Chloe sort of have the same tone I guess you could say; a lot of their thoughts are the same and in sync. I did that on purpose;)

Don't worry, you're not the only one who think's Casey's a complete b-word;)

Lol. Original stories. I wrote half of one; and I never completed it. Why do you ask? Is it because I seem to keep writing stories with OCs in them? And I'm glad you enjoyed Clark's chapter!

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I like that Heath guy. He's kinda funny. He's a little bit too serious sometimes; but hey, my daddy's serious too and I love him to death. Um…Casey's serious too; but…well. She's okay. Sometimes. Okay, not a lot of the times; but she's uh…she's uh…Well; she's still my sister I guess. Oh, and Lizzy's kinda serious too and I still like her a lot. Okay, I love her a lot. I just don't tell her that.

Oh, and the Heath guy is really, really, cool looking. I like his face a lot.

Mostly, he was really nice to me. Big boys never pay a lot of attention to me; well, my brothers do but they don't count because they're supposed to pay attention to me. But I can tell that the Heath guy was really paying attention to me because we argued about Lizzy's cereal. Lizzy's cereal for Pete's sake! He tried to tell me nicely that I was wrong about her marshmallows. None of the other big boys woulda done that. They woulda just agreed with anything I said to get me to shut up; just so they could get me to shut up in a nice way. They woulda just tolerated me. "Tolerate" was one of my "word of the days" when I was a little kid.

Lizzy made that game up for me. I was all mopey 'cause all the big kids got to do everything before me. Everything. Run fast, hear good, see through stuff, blow stuff over; just everything. I couldn't do anything new; but my sister told me that I could be smarter than everybody. That I could learn things, words, the big kids didn't know until later. Then she started picking out words for me to define. Words that she didn't think I already knew; but I did. I already knew them. So she picked out harder ones. She picked out ones from her own vocabulary homework list. Seventh grade words. I wasn't even in kindergarten yet.

I didn't know those seventh grade words. It made me feel bad; but my sister just smiled at me and told me I'd do better the next day. Then it hit me. The next day! I would get another chance the next day! I smiled big at her. I said, "sure, the next day." And I skipped, and sorta kinda hopped, away.

I took a peak back at Lizzy. I only saw the side of her face; but I saw that she was smiling and shaking her head. I was only trying to take a peak; but I watched her for a long time. Well, a long time for me anyway. I couldn't help it. She was so pretty when she smiled like that. I wished I looked like her. But I didn't; and there was nothing I could do about that, so I just kinda hopped away before she could catch me staring at her.

I ran off, really fast, and I sorta took one of my mom's dictionaries. It wasn't exactly stealing, I was gonna put it back when I was done.

I sat in the bathroom, the most private place in the whole house, and I looked up a whole bunch of words. Words even bigger than the seventh grade ones Lizzy gave me. I made sure I would be ready for her the next day. And I was. I was so-

Off track Noley.

I do that a lot. I can be thinking about my favorite TV show, and then bamaroola! Five seconds later I'm thinking about something silly, like hats. Maybe even a hat as silly as the one the cat and the cat wore. I would soooo wear one of those if my mom would get me one. It's so tall, and cool, and stripey and-

Off track Noley Noles.

Track. Track. Track. Crap! What the heck was I thinking about anyway!

Oh yeah! That Heath guy. Duh!

Anyway, I like how that Heath guy argued with me about Lizzy's marshmallows. Of course, I already know she likes them; but if she's gonna let me have 'em then hey, more marshmallows for me, right? Right. But I pretended like I didn't know. I told him that Lizzy's my sister; not his. I know what she likes, not him. And you know what? He still didn't just agree with me just to make me be quiet. He still didn't agree with me at all! He just told me that he knows Lizzy's not his sister.

So, I like him.

Oh, and his face is really cool looking. I like it a lot. Uh…I think I already thought about that. I think. Maybe.

"Noel?" My teacher says.

The way she says my name is like a question, so I know I'm probably in trouble. Maybe she's been calling me for a long time and I didn't answer because I've been too busy thinking about that Heath guy. Or maybe she wants me to solve the math problem that's on the board.

I don't know. It's something, so I ask her what she wants; but I do it respectfully like Lizzy taught me.

"Yes Mrs. Wilson?" I have to remember to make my voice sound like a question too.

"The class is lining up for lunch. Don't you think you should be in line too?"

That's a good question. Do I think I should be in line too? I think it over for a second. I'm not that hungry. I'm never that hungry; and since I have a choice, wouldn't I rather be doing something else? Something a lot more fun than watching the yucky boys mix up all their food together so it can look like buggers? I think I would. I think I would rather do something else today…since I have the choice this time.

"Noel, please get up and get in line so that we can all go to lunch," Mrs. Wilson says a little meaner than I think she has to. If she wanted me to get in line for lunch, she shoulda just said so in the first place. She shoulda never let me think I had a choice.

Grownups.

But I do what the grownup says; just so I don't get into trouble. I gotta save my troubles for the good stuff. It wouldn't make a whole lotta sense to get in trouble for something as dumb as not getting in line fast enough.

I get in the back of the line. Nobody likes to be the caboose; but it's really not so bad. Sometimes Mrs. Wilson doesn't check the back as good as she checks the front, so I can do a lot of things that I'm not supposed to. Not a lot of bad things; you know, nothing that breaks any of the school rules, just things that my sister, Casey, would say is annoying or stupid. Things like playing imaginary hopscotch. That's a fun one; at least it's a lot funner than walking in a straight, single file, line all the way to the cafeteria.

"Kal-El." A little voice says.

I stop in the middle of what was gonna be one of my biggest hops. I just heard my cousin; and he was probably telling someone his name. Of course, his name is actually Michael; Mikey for short, which isn't actually shorter if you think about it; but today, and maybe even tomorrow and the next day, his name is Kal-El.

I almost forgot I was supposed to be listening to my little cousin. That's why I was thinking of that Heath guy so much in the first place. He told me to listen to "little Kal-el."

"I've finally found you, Kal-El. Come with me."

Uh oh. I don't know who that lady is. She doesn't sound like any of Mikey's daycare ladies. Maybe there's a new lady there; but I just feel like I gotta check it out. I mean, why would that Heath guy tell me to listen out for my cousin if I didn't need to right?

Or maybe I just wanna get outta school.

Nah, better safe than sorry; and if my cousin is safe, then I promise on all of my luckiest stars that I'll come back to school and watch the boys make gooey buggers with their mashed potatoes, broccoli, and milk.

I look up at my teacher quickly, and I look around myself just as fast. No one's looking at me, so I sneak away from school.

Dun dun da dum! I'm on my way to save the day!

"Are you a stranger danger?" I hear Mikey AKA little Kal-El ask; and I hurry even faster to his voice.

Boys are dun dun da dumb! If you hafta ask, then of course she's a stranger danger, dummy!

"Ma'am you can't take him."

I get to the daycare just in time to see a blonde chick holding my cousin's hand and one of Mikey's daycare ladies, one that I know, trying to grab his hand from the blonde chick. Then, the blonde chick pushes the daycare lady on the ground. Hard. Really, really, hard. Like KO hard. The daycare lady doesn't get up after she falls; and she doesn't open her eyes either.

'Crap!'

Another daycare lady walks up to the blonde chick and she tells her that she's going to call the police; but the blonde chick pushes her down too!

The big dummy. If she keeps KO-ing all the daycare ladies, then who's gonna watch all these other little kids? Huh? Not me! That's for sure.

"Hey! Let go of him!" I yell while running up to the blonde chick; just like the daycare ladies just did.

The blonde chick looks down at me; and the look she gives me; well, she looks like she's looking at a little kid, which I am. But she looks like she's looking at an annoying kid; which I'm so not.

"This is none of your concern little girl. Go back to playing with the other little children."

I scrunch my eyes up at the blonde chick and kick her very hard. First, I'm not a little kid; well, not like these little kids. They probably don't even know their ABCs yet, that's how little they are. And two; that's my cousin she's trying to take with her. Just 'cause I don't want him doesn't mean she can have him. That's still my auntie and uncle's kid and there's no way they'd let her have him.

I regret kicking the blonde chick after I do it though. I mean, I knew that when I kicked her I wouldn't break any of her bones or anything like that 'cause she's definitely not human; but at the same time, I realize that if she hits me back, it'll hurt. Bad. I've never been hit before. I kinda don't want to get hit now either. It doesn't look all that fun. I've seen the way kids cry when they get hurt. Maybe they only cry because they're crybabies anyway; but I've seen my sister cry when she gets hurt. If Lizzy can't take the pain, then I don't think I'll be able to either.

"Dad!" I yell, just in case the blonde chick does decide to hit me; but I kinda don't think she will. At least not right now. She's touching her leg, the spot where I kicked her, and she's looking at me kinda funny. Betcha it's because she didn't think a kick from me would hurt all that much. And trust me; I made sure it hurt.

And since she's holding on to her leg and not Mikey's hand no more, I snatch my cousin's hand and start running away from her really, really, fast. Mikey's not supposed to see me use my powers because he's so little but with a big mouth that can't hold any secrets yet; but I really think I'll get out of trouble for this one. It's an emergency; a real emergency.

I hear a noise; yeah, I hear lots of noises but this one is really close; and before I can even figure out that it's a bad sound, Mikey's screaming and I'm on the ground. I get up quickly 'cause I know the blonde chick is the reason I fell down; and I know she's the reason my cousin is screaming his little head off.

I can tell we're somewhere close to Smallville right now. I can tell by all the cornfields and the fact that we're all alone. If we were anywhere near Metropolis, we would've probably got hit by a car by now; but I don't have time to figure out exactly where we are because the first thing I see when I get up is the blonde chick holding my cousin up by his arms, his upper arms, and she's frowning at him. And I thought boys were the dun dun da dumb ones! Good grief! She must've come straight from Krypton, Dad's home planet, if she really can't tell what's wrong with him. I mean, he keeps screaming, "Ow, my arm!" over and over again; but she's just staring at him like she's trying to find the mute button on a TV remote.

I x-ray his arm. Dad thinks he taught me how to do it last month, on my eighth birthday; but the truth is I've known how to x-ray since I was a little kid; since I was just a little bit older than Mikey; uh…maybe not just a little older than Mikey. Maybe about a year. I think I was four.

Anyway, I really wanted to learn how to do it 'cause all the other kids could do it; but the parents said no because it's a very invasive power and that I would understand when I got older. Well, I didn't have to wait 'til I got older. I just had to wait 'til Andrew got home from school. He taught me under one condition. Don't tell the parents that I could do it. I agreed immediately. It was an easy condition.

After I learned, I used it all day and for every little thing. I was so excited, I thought it was so cool, and I was so proud of myself; but, after the first day, I didn't use it again until Dad "taught" me on my eighth birthday. I didn't want to use it again until Dad thought I was old enough 'cause he was so right. I wasn't old enough to x-ray yet. If I was older, I wouldn't have x-rayed the parent's room the night I learned. But since I was still a little kid I x-rayed the parent's room just 'cause I could; just 'cause I was being nosey; and I kind of saw something that I'll never be able to un-see. And I really, really, wish I could un-see what I saw.

Off track, Noley.

I concentrate on my cousin's arms; and I look them over quickly but carefully. I'm not exactly sure of what I am looking for. I mean, everything looks pretty normal except for that line above his elbow…wait…is that a…oh, no!

"His arm is broken you stupid donkey!" I yell at the stupid blonde chick. I can't say jackass yet. If I could, I woulda called her one; but my brother says donkey means the same thing. And since I'm allowed to say donkey, I can say jackass without actually saying jackass. Uh…but only if I don't say it in front of the parents 'cause Andrew says they wouldn't understand the difference between a jackass and a donkey, even if I'm allowed to say the word donkey. It's confusing; but I didn't question him. I trust Andrew.

Off track Noley.

I'm supposed to be thinking, doing, something about the stupid blonde chick who broke my cousin's arm. Broke it! Was that the bad sound I heard just before I fell down? My cousin's arm breaking? I can't believe she pulled on him so hard that she broke his arm! I can't believe the big dumb alien is still holding him up by his arms!

I rush up to her and tug on her arm. She needs to put him down. I gotta take him to the hospital. I gotta tell my auntie. My auntie. Man, is my Auntie Lois gonna kick this stupid alien's-

"Put Mikey down!" I yell while trying to pull him out of her arms.

The stupid blonde chick looks down at me. No, she glares down at me. Me! She's the one who broke a little boy's arm and she's glaring at me! What…A…Donkey! Ugh, she's lucky I'm not allowed to say jackass!

The blonde donkey tries to push me away; but I hold on tight, I don't let go, and I don't fall down. Not this time.

"Put my cousin down!" I yell again.

The stupid alien blonde chick gives me that look again. The same look she gave me when I kicked her. Like she's confused. See, big…dumb…alien. What the heck is so confusing about "put my cousin down?"

Don-key.

"Who are you?" She asks calmly. Calmly! My cousin's still crying cause she's holding on to his broken arm; his face is that magenta color, and it's wet from tears, eww, and nasty snot. How can she talk with such a calm voice?

"Dad!" I yell for my daddy because he'll hear me, and I really need his help really bad! This blonde chick is crazy, and obviously one of his people.

But my dad doesn't come.

"Dad!" I yell again.

The blonde chick moves Mikey into just one of her arms, like a normal person holds a kid; the other arm, she raises, almost like she's gonna hit me. She probably is gonna hit me.

"Dad!" I yell again before putting my arms up to protect my face. If I hafta get hit, I'd rather get hit on my arm than on my face.

I also wonder where my daddy is. He shoulda been here by now. I called him a bazillion, gazillion, times already!

I hope he's OK.

I close my eyes, and just as I do, I hear a sound. A good sound. One that means my daddy is finally coming. But when I open my eyes, I don't see my dad. I see my sister. I see Casey.

She has Mikey in her hands, and she's pushed the blonde chick down. Hard. Before I can even wonder why she's here and not my daddy, the blonde lady gets back up and she looks really mad.

Casey moves really fast, faster than I've ever seen her move before, and she puts my cousin down on the ground before charging after the blonde chick. The blonde chick charges at Casey too, so now it's my turn to move fast 'cause I gotta get Mikey out of the way before one of them falls on him. He's not like us. He could die if something like that happens to him.

As soon as I pick my cousin up, the blonde chick gives me all of her attention and ignores my sister. She's glaring at me again; and I just know she's gonna get me.

She pushes my sister down; and not just down on the ground, she pushes her far away and through a lot of corn. Then the blonde chick starts walking toward me.

I think I'm scared. It's a new feeling for me so I'm not sure; but I can't seem to move, I can't seem to breathe right, my hands feel sticky, and I feel like I'm gonna have an accident in my pants soon.

"Noley, I want my mommy," Mikey cries against my neck. He can only hold onto me with one arm because the other one is broken. She, the stupid donkey who's probably about to kill me, broke it.

Then she's on the ground, and Casey's on top of her.

"Damn it Noley, run!" my sister yells at me. It kinda makes me a little angry. I know I shoulda ran a long time ago; but she doesn't have to make it seem like I'm stupid or something. I'm not stupid, I just…even though I don't like Casey most of the time, I don't want to leave without her. What if the stupid blonde lady hurts her? I don't want anybody to hurt my sister; even if she's a donkey too.

"Noley, I want my-my Mommy now!" Mikey wails.

I've got a dilemma. Mikey's arm is broken. I should take him to the hospital; but at the same time, there's a crazy blonde chick who's trying to kill my sister. I should help her.

So what do I do?

I watch the blonde chick flip Casey over onto her back and punch her in the face. There's blood. She hit my sister really hard; and it makes me really mad. Without even thinking about it, I put Mikey down and I run up to the blonde chick and I kick her in the face really hard. I hope it hurt. I hope there's blood.

There is; but it doesn't stop the blonde chick from hurting my sister; and it doesn't stop her from hurting me either. She hits me. She smacks me in the mouth. She smacks me so hard that I fly backwards, and into some corn, just like Casey did a few seconds ago. She smacks me so hard that I have to spit when I get up because there's a very nasty taste in my mouth.

Ew, it's blood. Gosh, that stuff is nasty. It tastes like…like…nasty, dirty, pennies or something.

I wipe my mouth and I go after her again. That really hurt a lot. I almost cried; well, a tear did come out of my eye but that was it. It was just the one tear because I can't let more come. If the blonde chick only hit me one time and all I want is to cry for my daddy to come and get me; then I don't even want to think about how my sister feels. The blonde chick must've hit her about thirty times by now. Casey must want Mommy and Daddy and Johnny and Lizzy and Andrew and Grandma and Uncle Ollie and Mia and Auntie Lois and a lot of other people by now. But she's only got me; and I know she doesn't want me 'cause I'm not as strong as everybody else; but I can help.

When I get to the spot where I last saw Casey and that blonde chick fighting, they're still there. Sort of. They're kind of rolling around a lot; and they're definitely hitting each other a lot more. Suddenly the blonde chick is on top, and she's kind of got my sister pinned down. I rush at her, and I tackle her the way I've seen my brothers tackle each other a million times. I run straight into her; and I wrap my arms around her middle, and I don't let go.

It works! Holy smokes I can't believe it actually worked! I'm on top! Yes!

But I can't be too happy for too long. The blonde chick is glaring up at me. She's going to hit me again.

I blink, and when my eyes open again, Casey is right by me and her hand is on the blonde chick's throat, squeezing very tightly.

"Don't you dare think about hitting her ever again!" Casey yells at the blonde chick.

The blonde chick moves a little, and I hold her hands down so she can't hit my sister. I know she really wants too. I don't. For probably the first time in my life, I don't want to hit my sister. In fact, I'm so happy I could kiss her. I didn't know she liked me that much. I had no clue she would get mad at someone for hurting me.

"I thought I told you to run, and take Mikey with you!" Casey yells at me.

And just like that, all of my happy feelings go away. She's such a donkey. If I had listened to her, she'd probably be dead by now. The blonde chick under us would've made sure of that; but noooo, I get yelled at because I helped.

Lizzy would've at least said thank you.

"Where's Lizzy at anyway? Why are you the one who came?" I ask my sister. I'm kinda pouting; and I'm sure she wants to call me a brat; but she answers me like she doesn't have time to call me a brat.

"She's playing hide and go seek," is her answer. She doesn't even look at me when she talks.

Ugh, if I could, I would just pinch her really hard right now. I hate it when she acts like I'm not important.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Casey yells at the blonde chick under us.

She doesn't answer. Maybe because Casey's grip is too tight on her throat. Duh!

"Where's Johnny then? Or Andrew? Or Dad?" Gosh, I'll even take Sammy over her at this point.

"They're trying to find her; now will you just shut the hell up so I can get answers from the lady who just tried to kill us and kidnap Auntie Lois's kid!"

"She can't talk with you holding onto her throat so tight, Kristin," I say; and I use my sister's real name on purpose 'cause she hates it.

"Shut up!" she yells back at me.

"Make me," I dare her.

"My business is with neither of you. I just want the boy. I just want Kal-el," the blonde chick says.

I scrunch my eyes up really tight. I can understand why she would want my daddy; but, "What the heck do you want with Mikey," I ask while looking back at my cousin. He's sitting down on the ground now, and he's still holding on to his arm; but he's not really crying anymore. Well, he's not really crying very loud anymore.

"I only want Kal-el. I have no interest in this Mikey."

I'm kinda confused, and I'm about to tell her that but Casey talks first.

"What do you want with Kal-el?" she demands.

I look at my sister instead of looking down at the blonde chick. Isn't she confused about why the blonde chick says she doesn't want Mikey; but tried to take him anyway too? Wait, never mind. Mikey told her his name is Kal-el. But then, shouldn't that have confused the blonde chick? Shouldn't she have known that Kal-el isn't a little kid?

"My father sent me to watch over him," the blonde chick says; but I get the feeling that she didn't want to say it; which means she's probably telling the truth.

"And who's your father?" Casey asks. I get the feeling that she doesn't give a flying hootin' nanny if the blonde chick is telling the truth or not.

"Zor-el," she answers.

I look at my sister. My sister looks at me. Dad's fortress daddy's name is Jor-el.

"Any relation to Jor-el?" Casey asks the blonde chick. She's still holding onto her throat kinda tight. I think she should loosen up a little. I think this blonde chick might be family.

"Jor-el and Zor-el are brothers," the blonde chick explains.

I get excited. She is family! I knew it!

I jump off of her; and it makes Casey yell at me. She wants me to keep holding her down; but…the blonde chick's family. Family! Why should I keep holding her down? So I ignore my sister. She's just a big ole donkey anyway.

"Jor-el's our grandpa. So we're family. I'm Noley. This is Casey. Call her Kristin if you want to make her mad. She's my sister. What's your name?" I ask the blonde chick. I'm kinda getting tired of calling her "the blonde chick" anyway.

"Impossible," the blonde chick says.

"Impossible is a dumb name, you gotta nickname?" I answer back. I know Impossible's not her name; but I couldn't resist. My Auntie Lois woulda been proud of that one. I might tell her what I said later.

"I don't understand," the blonde chick says. I wanna tell her that that's an even worse name; but I don't get the chance to. Casey's talking to the blonde chick while pointing behind herself at Mikey.

"That is a human child; and his name is Michael, not Kal-el. Kal-el isn't a kid anymore. He's our father," Casey tells her while getting up slowly.

The blonde chick gets up slowly too. I have a feeling she doesn't really want to fight anymore. At least I hope she doesn't 'cause I sure as heck don't want to fight anymore. It's not very fun.

"What's your name?" I ask her again. Maybe she'll answer me this time.

"How old was Kal-el when you last saw him?" Casey asks.

I make a face at her. Why's she asking that? And what's up with her calling Dad Kal-el all of a sudden? Nobody ever calls him Kal-el. It's always Dad, Clark, Superman, Kent, or Smallville if you're Auntie Lois.

"Just a baby," the blonde chick says while staring at Mikey. "He should be about three years old now. That's how long it takes to get to this planet."

I almost get to ask the blonde chick for her name again; but Casey's faster and asks her a different question.

"Did Zor-el send you here from Krypton?"

Me and the blonde chick make the same face at my sister. That was a very dumb question. Where else would the blonde chick come from?

"How old were you when you left?"

That's a stupid question too if you ask me. How is it important for us to know how old the blonde chick was when she left Krypton? But the blonde chick answers anyway.

"Eighteen."

Casey stares at the blonde chick and crosses her arms over her chest. She looks like Dad.

"You look very young," Casey points out.

The blonde chick is looking at my cousin again so she doesn't see the look on my face when she tells my sister that she was in suspended animation.

"What the heck is suspended animation?"

The blonde chick blinks a little. Then she looks at me with her eyebrows dipped like the letter V.

"It means I didn't age while I was in my ship," she answers.

"Ship!" I scream. "You gotta ship! Oh, can I see it please? Please Cuz?" I beg my new cousin with big pouty lips.

Um, I think she's my cousin anyway; and since she won't tell me her name, I had to think of something to call her that was better than "the blonde chick."

Casey shakes her head at me and rolls her eyes before walking away. She's nowhere near as pretty as Lizzy when she does it. Maybe 'cause Lizzy's not being a donkey when she does it.

I watch Casey go over to Mikey. I'm probably the worst cousin ever 'cause I forgot all about him. Then Casey picks Mikey up and walks back over to me and our new cuz.

"I'm gonna take Mikey to the Smallville hospital. You take her home so she can wait for Kal-el there."

I scowl at my sister. She's so bossy. And her calling Daddy Kal-el is really irritating. But she ignores my scowl. She just runs off with Mikey.

"Casey says I gotta take you to my house so dad can deal with you," I tell my new cuz.

My new cuz doesn't say anything; but she doesn't look like she's gonna hit me or anything so that's good I guess.

"What's your name again?" I ask her.

My new cuz still doesn't say anything. She just looks over at the spot where Casey ran off. She looks like she wants to follow behind her.

That would be bad.

"If you wanna see Kal-el, you gotta follow me," I tell my new cuz. I kinda understand why Casey kept saying Dad's real name now. Our new cuz doesn't know any of his earth names. She doesn't even want to believe that he's not three years old anymore. Boy does Daddy have his hands full with this one.

"You will take me to Kal-el?"

I smile. Now we're getting somewhere!

"Sure! But first, you gotta tell me your name."

"Kara," my new cuz, Kara, says.

"Kara huh? That's way better than Impossible. I'm Noley okay? Remember that," I tell her before running off toward my house. I already know she'll follow me. She really, really, wants to see my dad, Kal-el.

"Mom!" I yell really loud when I get in the house. I always yell really loud so she can hear me. Her hearing's not as good as mine. Her hearing's not as good as anybody's in our family.

"Mom!" I run up the stairs really fast. She's probably in her room or something.

And I'm right. She is in her room; but it looks like she didn't hear me calling her. She's just sitting in bed reading some old notebooks.

"Mommy!" I yell at her 'cause I can; and so that I can get her full attention.

She jumps up; and she blinks really fast at me. She's probably wondering why I'm not in school.

"Noley! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in"-

"School, Mom. I know, but look who I found!" I interrupt her 'cause I'm so excited. I turn a little bit so I can yell for Kara to come upstairs and meet my mom; but I don't get to say anything. My mom screams "No!" real loud; and then runs to me and she pulls me to her.

I'm kinda confused. She's acting really weird.

I try to take a step back; just so I can look at her and ask her what's wrong; but she doesn't let me. She just holds on tighter to me. She doesn't let me go anywhere.

I push at her just a little bit. I don't want to hurt her. I just want her to let me go so I can show her our new cousin; but she won't let go of me. She's crying; and she keeps saying "please don't take my baby," over and over again. But nobody's trying to take me! That's the weird part.

"Mom! I'm fine, okay?" I try; but I don't think she's listening to me.

"Mom?"

No answer.

"Mom?"

Just more squeezing and crying.

"Mommy! I want you to meet somebody. Can you just let go for a few seconds and I'll bring her upstairs?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" my mom asks. She still hasn't let me go; in fact, she's holding on even tighter; but I know she's talking to Kara. Looks like I won't have to go down there to get her. She came up here to me; which is good 'cause I don't think my mom's gonna let me to go downstairs right now.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you Mom!" I have to yell because she's pulling my face so tight against her shirt that I don't think she would hear me if I was to talk normally.

"This is Kara. Casey told me to bring her home so she can wait for Dad. She's my cousin! Well, her dad's name is Zor-el. He's Jor-el's brother, so that means we're cousin's right mom?"

"How do you know this woman?"

It's Cousin Kara; and I don't know why she just asked me that. I mean, hello! I keep calling her "Mom!" Don't they have moms on Krypton?

"Why do you ask?" my mom answers for me.

I really don't see what the big deal is. Why can't we just tell Kara that my mom is my mom?

"Can you tell me where to find her?" Kara asks; and I get completely confused. Why would she ask where to find my mom? My mom's already here…unless she was talking about someone else; but who would she be talking about?

I turn my head a little. My mom still hasn't let up on me yet; but I can see a little. Kara's holding a picture. I can't see who's in the picture but I can see a little bit of dark, red, curly hair. There's only one person in our family with hair like that.

Lizzy.

"What do you want with her?" my mom asks while snatching the picture out of Kara's hands; and at the same time she lets me go. Sort of; I'm turned around so that I can face Kara, and my back is to my mom now; but her arms are still around me. I still can't get away.

Rats!

"Do you know where she is?"

My mom doesn't answer her; so I do it.

"That's my sister. Casey said she's playing hide and go seek, remember Kara?"

Kara frowns at me; but not because my mom just covered my mouth with her hands and shushed me. "Your sister? That's impossible," she says.

I roll my eyes. There goes that word again.

"Well who do ya think it is?"

My mom shushes me again, and she takes a step backward, pulling me with her; but then Kara says, "That is Mor-el, of the house of el. She is the elder sister of Jor-el and Zor-el," and my mom stops walking.

"Clark!" my mom yells so loud I have to cover my ears. I don't know what's wrong with Jor-el having a sister that looks like my sister. Casey looks just like Mom. But my mom seems really…scared; like I was before Kara even hit me; like how my hands got sticky and I was breathing funny.

I really hope Daddy comes this time.

I really think Mommy needs him to make her feel better.

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A/N: Okay, so it's been about 16 years since I was an eight year old. I can write about children; but getting inside one's head was a bit more uh…challenging. Hopefully I did Noley justice and you don't completely hate her now.

Also, I do realize there's no such thing as a Mor-el. This is AU remember;)