Hi. So, here I am, with yet another chapter of the story. I'm sorry the chapter is this short, probably the shortest one yet (not counting the prologue), but hey, at least it's something, right?

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Without further ado, here is chapter 17.


Chapter 17 - Robbery

Sarah has a suspicion that her dork of a boyfriend might be a metahuman. She's had this suspicion ever since Clark was able to defeat one of the physically (known, she reminded herself) metahumans without basically a scratch on him.

She decided then that she would not push him, reasoning that he would tell her whenever he felt ready, which, she hoped, will be soon. Relationships are built on trust, and she already trusts him like she's never trusted anyone before in her entire 17 year old long life, and she just hopes that he'll be able to trust her like this soon.

On the lighter note, her life is now better than ever. True, the police still didn't find her father, who escaped shortly after.. well, after SHE escaped, but she can't let that stop her. It's been a few weeks since she started training Lana in self-defense, and over time, they sort of.. bonded, should she say, and the two of them became friends pretty fast.

Lana is a fast learner and a good student, and she's grateful for that.

It's now the middle of April and, surprisingly, the school year will be ending in a few short weeks. Sarah can barely believe that she's been living in Smallville for almost 8 months already, and even more surprised to discover that she's been dating Clark for almost 5 months, even though it seemed like a month, tops.

She is currently in school, trying to open her locker (unsuccessfully) and get the (note)books she's going to need for her next (and favorite) class – Biology.

Just as she was about to punch a hole in the locker, a familiar, gentle voice called out to her.

„Hey, Sarah."

She smiled softly at that.. She doesn't even need to turn around to know who's behind her, but she does so, anyway, because who wouldn't want to look at him?

Him, of course, being Clark Kent, the dorky farm boy extraordinaire. And, yeah, in front of her stands Clark Kent in all of his glory, with that gentle smile on his face he gets only when around her, the soft, unkempt raven black hair, and, of course, his glasses, which give him a sort-of sexy, nerdy look.

„Hi," she said, letting the happiness at the sight of him seep into her voice. Apparently, he heard the happiness in her voice, and his smile only grew wider.

„Where you heading off to?"

„I've got Biology, but I guess I'm going to be late, as it seems I can't open the goddamn locker. I swear to God, my locker hates me," she grumbled, the happiness from her voice gone, now replaced with irritation.

Clark, of course, chuckled at that. And as a proper girlfriend, Sarah punched him lightly into the shoulder.

„Would you like some help with that?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

She only nodded.

Clark then proceeded to lightly punch the locker, successfully opening it. Sarah just gaped.

„What the hell did just happen?"

He just shrugged.

„Gotta go, I have English now," he shivered as he said it, and Sarah giggled.

Since when did she giggle? Well, since she started dating him, of course.

„Bored much?" she asked with a smile.

Clark just shrugged again. What is it with him and shrugging today? She would shrug at that, but that would just be too weird.

„Alright, go, you big baby, or you're gonna be late, as will I, if you're planning on talking to me the whole period," she teased.

He just laughed, leaned in a little bit and kissed her on the forehead.

„Fine, fine, I'm going.. see you later."

And with that, the tall, dark and handsome strolled away, leaving Sarah alone amongst the crowd(s) of students in the hallway of Smallville High.


„Nice office," was the first thing that came out of Winslow Schott's mouth upon entering the office of Lex Luthor.

„Thank you," answered Lex half-heartedly, „but I don't care what you think. Now, we need to talk business. Can you build it or not?"

Schott, or Toyman, as he liked to call himself, looked at the basic schematics for a new machine – a very big gas disperser able to form a cloud of gas around an entire city. He shrugged.

„Most likely. I have a few conditions, though," said Toyman after he finished looking through the basics.

Luthor's cold, green eyes locked with his, and Toyman had the urge to shiver.

„I'm listening."

Toyman cleared his throat and started talking. „First, none of this goes back to me – no one will ever find out I've built this. Second, you'll pay me half now, half after it's finished," Luthor's eyes narrowed a bit at that, but he didn't interrupt him, „third, you'll give me any resources I'll need, and lastly, I get to keep the schematics. Do we have a deal?"

Luthor seemed to think it over, and after a few minutes, he nodded. Toyman stood up, as did Lex, and offered him his hand to shake.

„I'll have it ready for you within the next 6 months," said Toyman as Lex accepted the handshake.


Clark quickly wrote an article for the Torch about football. He discovered he had quite the talent for writing – well, according to Chloe – and he enjoyed it, too!

After that, he packed all his stuff into his backpack and made his way home, where he was greeted by the sight of his parents working on the farm.

„Hey, ma, pa, anything I can help you with?" smiled Clark at his parents after he put his backpack in his room and made his way outside.

Martha beamed at him and Jonathan chuckled.

„Well, of course, there is always something for you, son. The tractor broke down again somewhere on the field and I need you to carry it into the barn so we can repair it later, alright?" asked Jonathan. After Clark nodded, he heard him muttering something along the lines of never expecting a sentence like this to come out of his mouth.

Clark chuckled at that. Yep, just an ordinary day.

He made his way over to the tractor, which he found thanks to his vision abilities, and proceeded to gently pick it up – it felt like a feather in his arms, not almost a 10 ton piece of metal.. and some other stuff mixed into it as well.

That, of course, didn't come to him as a surprise, as he was training in his fortress a lot these past few weeks, pushed himself in terms of strength (and other abilities as well), and, lastly, did some scans on his body and found out that the older he gets, the stronger he gets.

He still can't fly, though, but he can feel it. He will be able to in a very short time. Suddenly, Clark's sensitive hearing started to pick up something. He focused on it.

GET ON THE GROUND, THIS IS A ROBBERY! NOW, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE-"

Clark started running after the sound basically on instinct, not thinking about the consequences. There was basically no crime in Smallville – the last robbery happened around 5 or 6 years ago. Smallville, of course, being the small town that it is, barely had any crimes after that – maybe some graffiti here and there.

Upon arriving to his destination, he found out that the robbery was happening at a small jewelry store in the downtown – the sheriff was already there, as was the rest of the entire police department of Smallville, as it seems.

The hostages were all standing right next to the windows, giving barely any visibility of the events happening inside of the store.

Clark, however, had a few advantages. For example, his x-ray vision – after activating it, he discovered three heavily armed men with sky masks on. This was no ordinary robbery.

Can't think about it right now. There are people inside. Alright, Kent, just be extremely fast, and don't let anyone come into harm's way, thought Clark dryly. He planned his movement strategically, as to not hurt any of the hostages in the store. When he felt time slow around him, or rather, his brain starting to work far faster than humanly possible, he started running at an incredible speed. He went through the door of the store, grabbed the three men and put them right next to the police officers, their weapons melted with his heat vision.

Clark then immediately fled the scene at an extremely fast speed, the people around him only noticing a strong gust of wind right next to them.


10 tons - approximately 22 204 pounds

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