Hi. So, here I am again. Thank you for your reviews for the second chapter, I really appreciate it. Here's the third chapter. I gotta say, it's fun writing this story. I really like it.

I noticed that almost no one ever considers that Clark, as an alien from one of the most advanced civilizations in the universe, is extremely smart and intelligent. I didn't want to make that mistake.

As I said before, I don't own Superman. That wouldn't end well.

I would really appreciate your opinion on this chapter. Thank you.


Chapter 3 - Alien

Smallville High was not anything special. Just a classic high school. They had their own football team, cheerleaders, good teachers, bad teachers, bullies, nerds, geeks, and so on. The school was pretty big, which is good, because almost every student in Smallville is visiting this school.

After Math, Clark went to his locker. He opened it and pulled out the books he'll need for the next period. He shut the locker and went to see Mrs. Adams, who wanted to see him after class.

As he made his way through the crowd of students, he slowly came to Mrs. Adams' cabinet. He knocked a few times. After a few seconds, the door opened and there stood Mrs. Adams. When she looked up to Clark, who was still a lot taller than her, even in high heels, she smiled and invited him in.

The cabinet wasn't anything special, neither. There were two worktables, one for each Math teacher. The school had only two Math teachers. Then there were four chairs, two for the teachers and two for the guests. There was a laptop on Mrs. Adams' table. As he looked around, he saw there was another student.

„Sarah?" Clark asked, a bit surprised to see her there.

„Oh, hey, Clark," smiled Sarah. Clark made his way to her and sat on the chair next to her.

„What are you doing here?" Clark asked once again. Sarah looked away.

Is she.. shy?' Clark thought.

„I'm taking an.. an IQ test. What about you?" Sarah was still looking at her feet.

„I don't actually know. Mrs. Adams asked me to come here after the class, so.. here I am," answered Clark.

Just as he said it, Mrs. Adams came to the room with 2 papers. They looked like tests. She smiled at them.

„Ms. Wilson already agreed to take an IQ test. How about you, Clark? Would you like to take an IQ test?" asked Mrs. Adams as she handled one of the papers to Sarah.

Clark thought about it. ‚I don't want to get any more attention than I already have. But.. why not?'

„Eeeh... alright. But.. is this going to be in my record?" asked Clark, looking a bit distressed.

„It doesn't have to be if you don't want to. It can stay just between you, me and Ms. Wilson over here," answered Mrs. Adams with sincerety in her eyes. Clark knew he could trust her. He then looked at Sarah, who just smiled at him encouragingly. He smiled back.

„Alright, I'll take the test," said Clark. Mrs. Adams just grinned at him and gave him the test.

„Okay. So, this particular test will take an hour to finish. I have the next period free, so I'll stay here with you. I already told Mr. Roberts you won't be in his class today. Alright, you can start now, good luck," she smiled at them again.

Clark liked Mrs. Adams. She was a good teacher. Understanding, sincere, a good person. That's a part of why he liked Math. She was nice to him.

Clark finished the test in 10 minutes.

„Mrs. Adams?" asked Clark.

„Yes, Clark?"

„I'm finished."

She looked at him amazed. He looked at Sarah, who has next to him, wearing very much the same expression as Mrs. Adams. That's when he figured it out.

Shit. You've got to be kidding me. For a person this smart, I'm a total idiot,' thought Clark. But, what's been done is done. He stood up and gave the finished test to Mrs. Adams. He smiled at her.

„When will we know the results?" asked Clark.

„Tomorrow. Now, since you're finished, you can either go back to Mr. Roberts' class, or you can just do whatever you want. Though, I'd prefer if you went to the class," said Mrs. Adams, as she stood up as well. She gave him her hand for a handshake, which he accepted. After they shook hands, he gathered up his things and went to the door.

„Bye, Mrs. Adams. Bye, Sarah."


The rest of the day was pretty good. Nothing out of the ordinary. When he came home, he ate his lunch and went outside, where he knew his father would be. He saw him in the barn, next to a tractor.

„Hey, son. How was school today?" asked Jonathan while simultaneously repairing the tractor.

„It was alright. We got a new classmate today, I took an IQ test.."

„An IQ test, huh? Always knew you were smart. Why did you take it?" asked Jonathan.

„I solved a hard equation within 2 seconds, so.. there's that. I didn't really think, my mind was elsewhere."

„And where the ‚elsewhere' is?" asked Jonathan once again.

„Where do my abilities come from, why do I have them, why am I so different from everyone..."

„Alright.. wait here for a second," said Jonathan as he went inside. He came back after a few minutes with his mom.

„Clark, we... we think it's time to tell you how we found you," said Martha.

Clark looked a bit surprised. „Found me? Don't you mean adopted me?" Clark knew he was adopted, he figured since he didn't look like either of his parents. While Martha had a blonde hair with blue eyes, much different from his own, his Father had a brown hair with brown eyes. He looked nothing like them in his face structure, too.

Martha just smiled. „No, honey. Found you."

Jonathan wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders. Even at 16, Clark was a lot taller than his father.

„Well, it was February 29th, 2000. We were talking about adopting a child when there was a blinding light behind us, in Miller's field. We went to see what happened, and when he came there, we were very surprised," smiled Martha at the memory, „anyway, there was a spaceship. A real spaceship. When we came closer, we heard a sound. It was like a babycry. It was you."

Clark just looked at his parents like they've grown 10 heads with tentacles.

Are they saying I'm an.. alien? An extraterrestrial?'

„Are you saying that... that.. I'm an.. alien?" asked Clark, still looking surprised.

„Yes. But Clark, it doesn't matter to us. We love you. You are our son. Nothing will ever change that. We wanted to tell you sooner, but we thought you weren't ready. It isn't every day a person finds out he comes from another civilization."

Clark thought he should freak out. He should be angry with his parents. He should run. He should yell. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do either of it. He understood his parents' reason for not telling him. And he felt very lucky to have parents like them. How many people, after finding an alien infant, would take him to their home? How many of them would take care of him? How many of them would love him as much as his parents do?

„I... thank you. Thank you so much," Clark went to them and gave them a big, bonecrushing hug. Tears started rolling down his cheeks.

„Fo-for what, son? And, pl-please, could you stop bruising my ribs?" asked Jonathan, while smiling.

Immediately, Clark let go of his parents. He looked at them, trying to see if they were hurt.

„Oh, I'm so sorry," said Clark as he looked down at his feet.

„It's alright, honey. But what did you thank us for?" asked Martha, while coming to Clark and stroking his cheek.

„You found me. An alien baby. You took me home, you fed me, you clothed me, you loved me. You gave me a family. And I love you so much. Thank you," smiled Clark.

His mother started crying tears of joy, his father wore a proud smile on his face. He was proud of his son. He knew Clark had every right to run, to scream, to do anything. Yet he didn't. He thanked them. He couldn't be more proud.

„Son, there's more. We have the spaceship in the storm cellar. I tried to opened it when we found you, but it won't budge. I think it's going to open only to you," said Jonathan, while clapping Clark on his shoulder.

„Could you come there with me? I don't want to be alone," said Clark.

Martha looked at her son. Her little boy, who's not so little anymore.

„Of course, honey."

They entered the storm cellar. Inside was something big wrapped in even a bigger sheet. He looked at his father, who just smiled and nodded. He took the sheet off. He didn't know what to expect, but nothing could've prepared him for this.

There was a spaceship. A real spaceship. It was black, but there was a white ‚S' symbol in the front. The symbol looked very familiar, yet he couldn't place it. He couldn't remember where he saw it. He instinctively moved closer to the ship and touched the symbol. The symbol lit up. The ship opened and suddenly, two holograms appeared. A man and a woman, in clothing Clark could only describe as otherwordly.

Hello, Kal-El."


And here the third chapter comes to an end. I know, I'm a little shit. See you next time :)