Lex's limo eventually arrived at the barn and pulled up near the wooden fence. He stepped out and unlocked the doors for everyone else. Victoria was unsure about letting Lex help them given her knowledge of the Luthors, but did so nonetheless for Clark's safety. Clark woke up and came out as well with Lana helping him up. Lex examined Clark's current condition and wondered how it is even possible he is standing despite how he looked a few minutes ago. He kept it in the back of his head as he helped Clark forward to his home. Victoria approached in front of the fence before they could continue to the entrance.

"Go on ahead. I have to work with the Sheriff to find Milton. Hopefully we'll be able to find him before he hurts someone for real." Victoria assured. She began to walk away when Lana turned her head and stopped her in her path.

"Wait, just… be careful." Lana warned. Victoria nodded in reply and walked away. Lana continued carrying Clark forward to his house. Clark kept his head up as he looked at her.

"Will she… be alright?" Clark asked in his weakened state. Lex continued pulling most of his weight as they continued speaking and walking.

"I'm not sure. The priority right now is getting you to your folks." Lana explained determinedly.

They made it to the Kent House and Lex knocked on the door. Martha answers as she had looked on in shock as Clark stands weakened and heaving before her.

"Clark!" Martha exclaimed in shock as she hugged her son tightly. She looked on in concern to Lex and Lana with tears in her eyes.

"What happened to him? How bad is it?" Martha panicked as she brought Clark to a nearby couch in the living room. His new friends tried to calm her down as she did so, however Jonathan heard the noise from upstairs and came down the stairs below the second floor of the house.

"Clark? Is that you?" Jonathan questioned as he made his way down. Shocked by what has happened to him.

"Martha, is he okay?" Jonathan now has panicked as well as he quickly headed down the stairs to check on the boy. Once again, Lana tried to reassure the Kents.

"Clark is alright. He just had some exposure to some… water outside of the school." Lana explained. She tried to make it seem like she didn't lie, but isn't too convincing.

"Water? Lana, in the time you have been friends with Clark, I have known how you lie, now please tell me the truth of what is happening to my boy." Martha said annoyed. Jonathan had noticed the struggle in her voice and moved next to her.

"Martha, can I have a word with you in private?" Jonathan muttered to Martha assuringly. Martha moved upstairs while Jonthan opened up the fridge in the kitchen and grabbed some ice and wrapped it in some towels.

"Here, just in case something gets worse. Looks like he's got a fever so I recommend holding this to him if he needs it." Jonathan said as he gave both Lana and Lex some ice. He then moved upstairs with Martha, and moved their conversation to a small empty window space in between rooms of the house on the second floor.

"What are you doing Martha? These children are helping out our son and you are scaring them, and potentially letting on too much. Like that we haven't seen him hurt in our whole lives." Jonathan argued. He was just as scared as Martha was, but was just as scared that this panic might get someone to notice.

"I know, but that's because I haven't seen Clark hurt in all my life Jonathan. When we have raised him all our lives, he's been able to take on anything, we've just been there to guide him through that and what that means. How to be who he wants to be." Martha said this while pondering the secrets she had been keeping from him with Jonathan. Jonathan then realized what she was going through himself.

"It's been hard. I know it too. Though I know it's worse for you. For what happened years ago the day we found him. But he'll be okay now. There are friends of his down there to help, but we have to stay level headed" Jonathan assured. Martha and Jonathan both consoled each other and they both prepared themselves for an explanation for the kids below.

While they went downstairs, Clark was feeling better. The beating summer was causing others in the group to sweat, but Clark was calmed by it in a strange way. He was getting weirded out seeing Lex here however given that he had never met the guy in his life. It was like a strange dream of seeing a celebrity hanging out with you. Clark thought he was delirious until he cleared his eyes a bit.

"Lex Luthor? What are you doing here at my house?" Clark questioned cautiously. He knew his father's unknown investigations in the tunnels were why his boss at the Torch was so spooked. Lex looked at him, now noticing he was fully aware of the situation now.

"You're welcome." Lex smirked. Clark had tried to get a read on the guy. He couldn't figure out if he's just doing this for attention, or if he actually cared. Though given that he drove Clark to his home which has more chickens than cameras, it might be the latter. He held out his hand nonetheless.

"Thanks for helping me and Lana back here." Clark said in gratitude for Lex's actions. Lana helped him up, but still wondered about how Victoria was doing now that Clark was back to working health.

"Clark, Victoria left to go after Milton." Lana warned cautiously. She didn't want to tell him this, but didn't want to make him even more worried than he already was when he was knocked out.

"Well then we should go look for her." Clark stood up groggily. He still wasn't used to standing again after being knocked out for so long. However he was still determined to make it to the door as his friends and family tried to stop him.

"Wait! Clark, you need to sit back down." Martha warned as she gently moved him back to the couch he recuperated on earlier. Clark reluctantly did so.

"But Ma, I-" Clark was quickly interrupted by Lana, who had then moved towards the door herself with Lex.

"We'll call the sheriff to look for them both. You guys… clearly need to talk." Lana clarified. She left with Lex outside awkwardly as the Kent family was left inside the house.

Jonathan checked the blinds to make sure they were beyond ear shot before speaking. Martha sat down on the chair opposite of the couch while he did this. Clark sat down on the couch once again.

"Clark, what happened out there? We just… we're worried about you and your friends bring you back here looking near dead. I just need answers son." Jonathan pleaded. He'd never been put into this situation and the desperation of that sank into Clark. He knew his dad didn't intend it, but Clark feels guilty for what happened, but now is the only time he can tell the full story.

"Dad, I guess I should probably take you back to the beginning. I… was late to class again. Lana helped me out and then I brought in the photos to the Torch..." Clark explained. He made sure to leave out no important details as his parents were still clutching with anticipation.

"I went into class with our history teacher Ms. Klingman. Then some of us noticed a kid in class, Milton, getting sick. We all went out to help him. Me, Lana, and Klingman, and Lex must have followed us out too. Milton… didn't seem human. He had parts of a machine inside of him, and released some rocks kept in some container. When he did that, I felt light headed and weakened. I couldn't keep myself up despite my strength. The rest was kind of a blur." Clark struggled to explain this part. He wasn't really a part of most of it and the part in the limo that he could hear wasn't something he was ready to explain to his parents, and so he left it out.

"You sure that's everything son?" Jonathan questioned. He wasn't sure of the whole situation given that despite being here teaching in Smallville with years of experience teaching children, Klingman didn't seem to have a caring bone in her body until today. It felt odd to both Martha and Jonathan that she would risk her life for the kids to the point where they would help her when she went back to look for Milton.

"I'm sure. She really did help me, so we shouldn't just leave her out there." Clark exclaimed. He lifted himself from the couch to leave again, but his parents blocked his way once more.

"Now hold on a second Clark. From what you told us, being near this kid makes you feel sick, or potentially worse." Martha warned. Something Martha has never felt was the mortality of her own child just like her own life. Now it felt just like being back in Dr. Shuster's office once more.

"I'm sorry mom, but I have to do this." Clark stood strongly and didn't go back to the couch. He couldn't explain it, but the light outside and it's warmth had given him the energy to stand back up from his sickened state and face his family. Jonathan stood forward however, knowing that this could be the last time he could get his word in before his son made his choice.

"Clark, I'm not letting you leave. Not without me. I'm going with you." Jonathan declared as Martha came up along with him, with renewed determination as she felt a standing of hope.

"I'm going too. Someone has to get you guys out of trouble." Martha said knowingly. She leaned onto Jonathan as they went out with Clark following in agreement. Clark looked out and saw tracks. Those that either belonged to Lex and Lana or Ms. Klingman. Either way, he had to follow them.

"The tracks lead down the road. I'll go follow. You both stay behind me?" Clark asked, making sure his parents are backing up his play here.

"I'll get some rope. I know where those tracks lead." Jonathan explained. Clark nodded knowingly. This road led into the tunnels by the estimated footprint path. Clark continued following the tracks with his mother, and hoped he could save his friends.