"Argh!"

Another pain tore through Clark's body as he felt weakness set in. He rolled on to his back and suddenly felt the coldness of the floor. In all the time he had been there the low temperatures had never affected him and now he felt as if his skin would freeze.
He looked desperately around to see any sign of kryptonite but all he saw was ice, crystals and water. He had no idea what was happening to him, and he doubted the recorded memories of his parents would help him any. He took a deep breath and struggled to get up.

He managed to get to the platform where the crystals were. He sat and tried to analyze what he was feeling. Pain, that was a given, but he also felt a rising pressure in his chest, a deep agony and sadness he did not understand. Was it all supposed to end here?

He let out a scream, only to pass out seconds later.

Smallville a few hours later

"Is he going to be okay?" Pete asked, his eyes revealing the great sadness and anger he felt.

"I don't know Pete, I'm doing my best." Martha looked up with questioning eyes. "What happened? Why did you bring him here, and why don't you let me get a doctor? And where's Lana?" she looked at Jonathan for support.

His jaw clenched as he made up his mind whether to open up to the Kents or not.

"It's a long story that I don't have time to tell but I can tell you that he is in danger, his parents are probably dead and I had no one else to trust." He had been lucky to arrive when he had, He was exiting his cab when the building exploded. He was only able to retrieve Michael, the streets quickly filled with bystanders.

"What kind of trouble are you in Pete? This child needs attention and we can't guarantee Martha can save him, he need professional help." Jonathan looked worried as his mind tried to come up with a solution.

"Maybe he just needs rest, he has to be okay." He looked down at Michael, unconscious on the living room couch.

His small face was full of scratches and wounds, his head covered in blood. His pajamas were ripped and the skin of his legs and arms were a mix of blood, debris and dirt.

"He has a severe head concussion for god's sake, resting won't help!" Martha got up and headed for the kitchen for the cloths she had put to boil. She came back shortly and started cleaning his wounds.

"He'll be fine, he has to be." Pete said adamantly.

"What makes you so sure?" Jonathan watched as Martha carefully cleaned the head wound.

"He's Clark's son"

Luthor Tower - morning

Late last night an apartment building on Grand Street was destroyed by a gas explosion on the third and first floor. The number of deaths were 4, with several dozen severely wounded and more injured. One of the bodies found was that of Alan Westside, Chief engineer of Lex Corp, his wife, Lana Westside, personal assistant of Lex Luthor himself is in coma with very low chances of survival..

The T.V. went dead, Lex Luthor stared at the blank screen.

"My, my this city is so unsafe nowadays." He muttered to himself as he walked to the window, giving him the sight of the entire city.

There was no stopping him now, he had learned his final lesson, you can't trust anyone, and he wouldn't.

Chloe filtered his thoughts out of nowhere, like she normally did. His jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes. She would come back to him; sooner or later he would be complete.