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Summery: 2nd chapter to Chances

Note: I wanna thank all my Smallville peeps who reviewed the first chapter, ya'll rock!! But reviews are still appreciated!!

Clark woke up on Monday morning in a new, more peaceful state of mind. For once, someone knew everything about him, and it was ok. Lana didn't hate him for being different, she knew his deepest, darkest secret and she still cared for him. The feeling of finally being accepted was overwhelming. He threw on some clothes, ran his fingers through his hair, and headed down stairs. His parents, as always, were sitting at the kitchen table. His fathers nose buried in the sports section and his mother's in the Living/Gardening section. Clark almost laughed at how predictable they were.

"Morning Mom, Dad." he said while digging the milk out of the refrigerator.

"Morning sweetie...and use a glass please." his mom said, her eyes still glued to the paper.

Clark pulled the bottle away from his lips in total disbelief.

"You aren't the only one who can see through things, Clark.", she said as she turned around and smiled at him.

"Sorry Clark, God gave moms that gift too I'm afraid." added Jonathan.

Clark just smiled, rolled his eyes, and put the bottle back in the refrigerator. Jonathan and Martha noticed his particularly happy attitude this morning and decided to start a riveting game of 20 Questions.

"Any reason you're so happy today Clark?" asked Jonathan, rolling up the paper and tossing it in the recycling box in the corner of the room.

"Well, last night I told Lana Lang my secret." he beamed.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Clark! Does she feel the same way?" asked his mother, obviously not understanding which secret he revealed to her.

"No mom, not that secret. The family secret." he told her while he grabbed a Pop-Tart out of the cabinet.

The smile slowly faded from Martha's face as the reality of the situation started to sink in. She turned to Jonathan with a troubled expression, looking for some bit of comfort. After a few moments of awkward silence Jonathan spoke up.

"And what possessed you to do such a foolish thing?" asked his father in a calm but irritated tone.

"Just tired of making excuses for who I really am, Dad." he replied, and with that he was out the door and on his way to school...an entirely different ball game.

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The halls of Smallville High were crammed, as usual. The question of why the architect made the halls so narrow was continually plaguing the children's thoughts. Clark finally managed to navigate through the throng of jocks and thespians, to his locker. Lana Lang stood waiting there with a purposeful look on her face. Clark's heart skipped a beat when he saw her. Happiness gushed from every pore in his body.

"Hey Lana." he said casually while fiddling with the lock on his locker.

"Hey Clark, I wanted to talk to you about last night." she said in a kind of voice that sent shivers down Clarks back.

"It didn't hit me until after you left how serious this really is, Clark." she continued.

"But you can count on me never to breathe a word about it. The last thing I would want to do is get you hurt." she said while looking into his eyes.

"I trust you Lana, otherwise I wouldn't have told you." he said as he adjusted the strap on his book bag .

Lana said good bye and she walked away to her first period French class. Clark watched her go and for once he knew that he had nothing more to fear. All that needed to be said had been. Even a small chat with Lana Lang had made Clark forget the combination to his lock. The bell rang and the huge hall of kids started to filter into separate class rooms. When Clark finally got the lock un-done, he opened his locker. As he pulled out his Algebra 1book, a piece of green meteor fell out of his locker and landed at his feet. He immediately felt the effects of the small fragment and kicked it away before the pain got any worse. When the pain started to subside he noticed a little note sticking out of his Chem book. He unfolded it with shaky hands and read the horrific words silently:

"LANA ISN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS"

Clark folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. He continued on his way to class and tried not to panic. He knew things were really, really, bad. He had no idea much worse they were going to get.

Note: A short chapter I realize, but there is more to come!!