Hi. So, I'm here once again with the new chapter. I really hope you'll like this one. Thank you for reading. Please, R&R, I would really appreciate it.

Disclaimer (which I almost always forget): I don't own Superman. I only own Sarah Wilson, which is a win on its own. :D


Chapter 11 - The Interview

Clark absolutely forgot that he was supposed to be writing for the Torch. How can somebody with an eidetic memory forget such a thing? Well, Clark was busy for the past few days. He went out on a third date with Sarah (which was amazing, according to him), he did his daily chores, he spent time with his family, and most importantly, he spent some time at the fortress, trying to get used to the technology and the fortress itself.

He found out that after the fortress was created and after the ship updated the database and computers, the A.I.s have shutted down. It was probably all a part of the program, but Clark wasn't very happy about it. He didn't even get to know them very much, although he knew some things about them.

Like, for example, both of his parents were really sassy and sarcastic. Even as A.I.s. Well, Clark knew where he got that from, at least.

Well, you could say that Clark lost his biological parents again. It was just a lot harder this time, considering he knew them this time.

He just had to learn how to deal with it.

Back to the presence, he quickly made his way to the Torch editorial room, or whatever it's called. As he entered the room, he was immediately assaulted by Chloe with questions.

„What the hell, Clark?! You said you'd write for the paper, but you haven't even stopped to give me your assignment! Do you have it, at least? The interview?" asked Chloe angrily. Clark took a few steps back. You don't want to mess with an angry Chloe.

„I'm so sorry, I completely forgot. I have a lot on my plate. I know it's not a proper excuse, and I hope you'll forgive me. As for the interview.. I forgot that, too," Clark looked at Chloe's reaction. It wasn't the bursting and angry anger he had seen before. This time, the anger was more.. calculating. More icy, „but don't worry. I'm actually meeting Sarah after school, so I can interview her then. And I will give this interview to you by tomorrow. Or today, if you want."

Chloe looked at him. He could see that some of the anger disappeared, especially the ice around her eyes. She was still angry with him, though. And it was confirmed a few seconds later.

„Alright. I'm still angry at you, though. It will take you a lot to fix this up, Clark," said Chloe.

Clark just nodded and he didn't even know why, he hugged her. For a second.

„Thank you. Alright, I'll have to prepare some of the questions. Any ideas?" asked Clark.

Chloe just smiled. She was glad Clark asked her for her help. Usually, Clark was too proud to call for help. Or something like that. He never asked for help.

„Well, you could ask her..."

And then, Chloe started to throw at him dozens of question recommendations a minute. Clark wasn't sure that even he could talk that fast. And he had super-speed, you know.


After school, Clark met with Sarah at „their place" – the place where everything started. At least, for them. The place where they had their first date – outskirts of Smallville, big tree, two swings. They came here a lot these past few days, even if it wasn't a date. It was just to talk and spend time together.

After about an hour of talking, Clark decided to bring up the interview.

„So.. I started writing for the Smallville Torch. You know, the school newspaper?" said Clark.

Sarah just nodded at him. She knew about the Torch. In fact, she thought about joining the Torch. Writing was something she enjoyed, though she never wanted to become either a writer or a reporter.

„Yeah?"

Clark stood up from the swing and came over to her. He offered her his hand.

„Well... I was supposed to do an interview with the smartest girl in school.. so," Clark bent down on one knee. Sarah didn't know what to hink about it, „would you do an interview with me?" asked Clark.

Sarah started laughing and took his hand.

„Of course, Mr. Kent. It would be my pleasure," said Sarah.

Clark went over to the swing once again and opened his backpack. He pulled out a notebook and a pen.

„I already have some questions ready. Shall we?" asked Clark with mock-professionalism.

„Why, of course, Mr. Kent. Ask away," said Sarah with a smile.

Clark sat on the swing and started reading the questions, while also giving a few glances at Sarah every few seconds.

„Alright. First question," said Clark.

„Yes?"

„How does it feel to be the smartest girl in the entire school?" asked Clark.

Sarah though about it. She honestly didn't know. It felt.. normal. Nothing special.

„Honestly? It doesn't feel any different. I feel just like any ordinary student," answered Sarah.

She noticed Clark wasn't writing anything down.

„Clark? Shouldn't you write it down? Or will you remember all my answers?" asked Sarah a little teasingly. Clark looked at her and smiled. Then, he started writing her answer down.

„Alright, bossypants. Second question. Well, it's a not question, per se. Tell us something about you," said Clark.

Sarah looked at him. „Us?"

Clark just smiled a little teasingly. „You know, the readers of the Torch?"

Sarah's mouth twisted into an ‚o' shape. She understood now.

„Well, not many people know this, excluding you, but I really love martial arts. I started doing it when I was about eleven years old, just after my mother died," said Sarah.

Clark looked at her with the most sincere compassion in his eyes. He wasn't pitying her. He knew how she felt. Sarah always wondered how a single human being could have so much goodness in him. So much compassion. So much empathy. So much everything.

„I'm sorry..." said Clark. Sarah just touched his hand.

„It's alright, Clark. You already said it before. I dealt with it. I'm not saying the grief and sadness is gone. It probably never will be, either. But I learned how to live with it," said Sarah gently. Sarah also knew that Clark was a very sensitive and tender person under that wall of muscles. She admired that about him the most.

Clark thought about asking more about her mother, and possibly, her father. He knew Sarah lived with her uncle and aunt after her mother died. Her uncle and aunt moved to Smallville recently, and they brought her with them.

He was actually quite excited to meet them sometime.

He decided he wouldn't push her. He figured she will tell him when she's ready to.

The interview lasted for a couple more minutes, incuding questions such as what's her favorite food, her fears and her favorite color. The answers to these questions are Cordon Bleu, spiders, and blue.

Clark's favorite color was blue as well. Talk about matches.

„Alright, last question. This one is a little more personal and I swear I didn't come up with this one – it was Chloe's idea. Alright?" said Clark.

Sarah looked at him. What question could he possibly have?

„Alright. Shoot," said Sarah after a few seconds.

„Okay, then. Are you seeing anyone?" asked Clark.

Clark thought Sarah would look at him with the mischevious glint in her eyes and tease him, but he only saw sincerity. She took his hand in her own.

„Yes, I am."


Lex Luthor was sitting in his big office in Metropolis. He was confused. And that almost never happened. But the thing that confused him was also something that almost never happened.

How could a 17-year old boy from Smallville save him from certain death without having smoke inhalation? Or a scratch on him? It was really wierd. Sure, the explosion was definitely an attempt to assassinate him. But after checking the whole factory, he found something even weirder.

Based on what the firemen said to his people, the boy came out from the north side of the factory. He checked the north side himself. It seemed like something PUNCHED its way through it. There was literally an imprinted fist in the concrete. Every normal person would break his or her hand trying to punch something like that.

But not the Kent boy. Was he a metahuman? Probably. There were metahumans with super-strength. But super-strength and invulnerability? The boy was special. Even among the metahumans. And he would find out what's so special about him.

He picked up the phone from the table and dialed a number.

„Mercy," said Lex.

Yes, boss?" asked Lex Luthor's assistant, bodyguard and driver in one, Mercy Graves.

„Arange me a flight to Smallville. There's something I need to check out."


Sarah felt like she was being watched. It was like that for a few days, now. That creepy feeling when somebody stalks you. It felt strangely familiar. Like a deja-vu. But she didn't think too much of it. Or tried not to.

She decided she wouldn't tell anyone about it. It was probably just her mind playing tricks on her. They would definitely let her know if HE got out of prison.


After Clark wrote the interview and sent it to Chloe, he decided he would go over to the fortress and proceed with his training. After the first few days of training, he was able to control his powers much better than ever before.

He even found out he could see the whole electromagnetic spectrum, which means that he can as well see in the dark.

He also found out that even if his cells didn't absorb the sun's radiation, he would still be probably 10 times as strong as a peak-conditioned human being. Courtesy of having your muscles genetically adapted to the gravity of a much larger planet.

He also tested the upper limits of his strength on a machine. He was able to lift over 3 000 tons with an absolute ease. And he's only 17. How strong will he really become? He had no idea.

What he didn't discover yet was how to fly. He tried that a lot in the last few days. He discovered how should he be able to fly.

He should be able to manipulate his own gravitational field. Based on his calculations, he should be able to fly in the vacuum of space as well.

The only question was if he could survive in the vacuum of space as well?

Well, he would have to try it. And for that, he must learn how to fly.


Clark was having lunch at the school canteen when Chloe, Lana and Pete came over to him and sat down. Pete handed him the interview he wrote yesterday.

„So... she is seeing someone, huh?" asked Chloe a little teasingly. Clark looked up from his lunch at them.

„What are you talking about?" asked Clark.

Pete, Chloe and Lana looked at him like he's grown a second head.

„The interview with Sarah Wilson, Clark. You know, the smartest girl in school? The one you interviewed yesterday?" said Lana.

Lana, you, too?' thought Clark bitterly.

„Yeah, what about her?" asked Clark.

„Well... she is seeing someone. Do you have any idea who that someone might be?" asked Pete with a knowing expression on his face.

Right after Pete said it, Whitney Fordman came over to them.

„Hey, guys. Mind if I sit down?" asked Whitney. Lana immediately smiled at him, while Clark gestured for him to sit next to him.

Whitney sat down.

„So, what are you talking about?" asked Whitney after looking at Clark's bitter expression.

„Well, we are asking Clark here about Sarah Wilson. He did an interview with her yesterday," said Pete with a smug smile.

Whitney immediately understood what's going on. He decided he would side with Pete, Chloe and Lana on this one.

„Sorry, man, but I gotta side with them. So, what's going on between you and Wilson?" asked Whitney with that Whitney-like expression of his.

Clark looked at him with the look that clearly said You, too?

„Yeah, man. Me, too. So. Spill."

Clark gave out a long sigh and put down his fork.

„Alright. So, what do you want to know?" asked Clark. He knew that if these people wanted to know something, they would bug him until he gave in. They're his friends. It's what they do.

„You are the one she is seeing, aren't you?" asked Lana with a knowing smile. Lana really wished for Clark to have a good relationship. Things didn't work out between them, but she still cared about him a lot. And she knew he cared about her as well.

Clark got that happy smile he got when he used to be around her while they were still dating. She recognized the smile immediately. He was indeed seeing her. Or, should she say.. dating?

„Yeah. Yeah, I am," answered Clark.

He realized just now what this meant. He was seeing Sarah. He was dating with her. He was dating with the gentliest gentlest, bravest, most courageous, most compassionate, and of course, most beautiful girl he has ever seen.

Damn. He was lucky. Wasn't he?


So, this is the end of the 11th chapter. I hope you liked it.

See ya around :)