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Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school. Going an average speed of 45mi/hr (that is about what I go on back roads, sometimes 50mi/hr) it would take 5min to go 3.75 miles. Pete is the man!!!
~~~...~~~ = Clark's thoughts
***...*** = Pete's thoughts
Pete just stood there. He was sure that he was hallucinating. He had to be. Nothing else could explain what he saw in front of him. But after he had blinked about twenty times, shook his head until his was dizzy, and slapped himself a couple of times, Clark was still hovering about three feet off the ground. Pete's voice might not have been working, but his feet were. He soon found himself walking towards Clark.
Pete walked slowly and quietly because he didn't want to disturb Clark. He stopped when he was right beside the sleeping figure. His friend appeared to be quite comfortable; he looked as if he were lying on an invisible bed or couch. Pete took one of his arms and waved it underneath Clark's body. He had half expected, half wanted his hand to hit something. An invisible couch was more plausible than his best friend floating in the air. Yet his hands found no supports below or above Clark's body.
Pete walked over and sat on the couch. He didn't know what to do. He had wanted to know what Clark's secret so that he could be there to help and give advice to his friend. But he didn't want to find out like this. He had wanted Clark to confide in him. For a minute Pete thought he should just leave, that he should go and wait until Clark was ready to tell him. But knew that he couldn't do that. He wouldn't be able to stand Clark not knowing that he knew at least part of his secret. But then there were Clark's parents. Pete knew they were pretty protective of Clark. They would probably freak out if they knew that he knew even the smallest little detail. He didn't want them to treat him differently. Pete let out a big sigh. He had made up his mind. He got up off the couch and approached Clark's floating body.
Pete placed his hand on Clark's shoulder and gently shook him.
"Clark. Clark, man, wake up."
Clark groaned and rolled over. Pete watched as Clark turned over. Clark really did look as if he was lying on some invisible object. Pete waved his arm underneath Clark's body again. But, his arm failed to make contact with anything once again. Pete shook Clark a little harder.
"Clark!!! Clark, wake up man."
Clark started to stir from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the wall across from him. Then he noticed his desk. Instead of seeing the legs of the piece of furniture, his eyes were level with its smooth surface. A smile crept over his face. He slowly moved one of his arms underneath him, feeling the air beneath him. He turned his head to look down at the floor. He saw the floor of the loft below him, his Biology book still open to the last page he was reading, and a pair of sneakers.
~~~A pair of SNEAKERS?~~~
Clark started to panic, and he crashed to the floor.
Pete was going to shake Clark again until he noticed his arm moving. He watched Clark wave his arm underneath him. He seemed to be as unsure of his situation as Pete was. Pete watched Clark turn his head to look at the ground. Then BAM, he had fallen hard to the floor.
"Clark, are you ok man?" Pete asked worriedly.
Clark jumped up and stared at Pete. He relaxed a little when he saw his best friend standing there looking fairly calm. The two just stood there for a while in complete silence, until Pete spoke.
"Clark, I'm sorry."
Clark gave Pete a confused look.
"I didn't want to find out this way. I really didn't. I would have much preferred you tell me yourself." Pete said sincerely. "Can you forgive me?"
Clark was shocked. He had expected to be doing the apologizing. Apologizing for not trusting his best friend. But Pete wasn't angry, he wasn't hurt, and didn't even appear to be freaked out. Clark was confused, he was shocked, he was speechless, and it must have showed.
Pete was mentally kicking himself.
***I should have left. I should have left. God, I'm so stupid. I'll just leave now.***
Pete turned to leave. He was about to go down the stairs of the loft when Clark finally spoke.
"Pete, don't you want to know everything?"
Pete stopped and looked at Clark.
"Only if you want me to."
"I do. I really do."
Pete walked back over and sat on the couch. Clark let out a big sigh and then joined Pete on the couch. He looked down at his shoes for a while, rubbing he hands together. Pete knew he shouldn't rush Clark, so he just sat there patiently looking at Clark.
"I can...how do I say this...I can do a lot more things than just...than just floating." Clark stuttered, still not looking at Pete.
"Like what?"
Clark snickered a little, looked at Pete, and then asked, "Do you know why my dad wouldn't let me join the football team?"
"You said he needed your help on the farm." Pete said a little confused as to where this was headed, or what it had to do with Clark floating above the ground.
"Come on, Pete! I spend almost as much time at the torch after school as you do at football practice."
"Then why won't he let you?"
"Because he's afraid I might hurt someone." Clark stated.
"Yeah, but that is a possibility for anyone. It is part of the game. Why would you be different?" Pete asked, still a little confused.
"Because not anyone is as strong as I am. I'm strong, Pete, unbelievably strong. I don't even know the limit to my strength. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm getting stronger and stronger each day. And that's not all."
"What else?"
"I'm pretty fast."
"Pretty fast?"
"You know how I'm always missing the bus, but I'm also at never late for school?"
Pete nodded.
"Well...I'm never late because...I run."
"You run?"
"Yeah. I run through the cornfields. I've never timed myself. But I'm pretty sure that I can break the sound barrier."
"How could you possibly run that fast? I mean it's not that I don't believe you. But wouldn't that cause some kind of damage to your body?"
"No, I don't think so. Pilots go that fast in jets and stuff. So, normal people can handle it. But even if they couldn't I still could."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pretty much indestructible."
Pete just looked at Clark waiting for him to explain.
"I stuck my arm in a wood chipper...and broke it."
"You're lucky that is all that happened!" Pete exclaimed. "It should have ripped your arm off!"
"Pete, I didn't break my arm. I broke the wood chipper."
"Then what happened at Jodie's this weekend?" Pete asked after digesting what Clark had just said.
Clark hesitated a little, but then said, "meteor rocks. I'm allergic to them or something. I don't really know what they do to me. All I know is that I get really sick and weak around them. And, they are the only things that I know of that can cut my skin."
"How is your back, by the way?" Pete asked.
"Oh, it's fine, still a little sore though." Clark said, a little shocked that Pete had changed the subject off his `gifts.'
"That's good." Pete sat there for a little while, and then asked, "So, do you get like muscles cramps or anything like that? The only reason I ask is because that day you feel off the rope in gym class you were saying something about your head hurting."
Clark chuckled a little under his breath and then said, "no. I usually don't feel any pain, except for when I'm around the meteor rocks."
"But, you had a headache?"
"I got a headache because a new `ability' was emerging."
Again, Pete just waited for him to continue.
"My x-ray vision. I have x-ray vision, and I can also see through things. Except for lead, for some reason I can't see through lead. And now that I think about it, lead is the only material that can shield me from the meteor rocks...I wonder what it is about lead...sorry," Clark said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"That's ok, don't worry about it."
"But that's it. That is my secret. I'm really strong, I can run really fast, I'm indestructible, I have x-ray vision, I can see through objects, and I can float." Clark said, still looking as if he were deep in thought. He chuckled again and then added, "but who knows what might happen to me tomorrow. For all I know I could grow another head."
"Can I ask you a question?" Pete asked.
"Sure, I guess."
"Do you know why you are this way?"
"No...no, I don't. I have an idea though."
"Can I ask what that is?"
Clark hesitated.
~~~Should I tell him. He doesn't seem freaked out. But with all of the people affect by the meteor rocks I'm sure this doesn't sound that strange. Well, I've gone this far. I don't want to turn back now.~~~
"I...I might not be from this...this planet," Clark said, while preparing himself for Pete to freak out.
"You mean you think you're an alien?" Pete said with disbelief. "Why would you think that? How do you know that you were not just affected by the meteor rocks like some of the other people in town?"
"Because, my dad has my spaceship hidden in the storm cellar."
"Your spaceship?" Pete still looked skeptical.
***Man, I would really like to see that. But, I don't think I should push it.***
"Cool," was the only thing Pete could find to say.
"Cool? I just told you I'm an alien from another planet, and all you say is cool?"
"What do you want me say? That I'm freaked out and that I want you to stay away from me."
"No, but I still thought that would be your reaction."
"Clark man, we are best friends. You know, best friends. People who know everything about each other, the good, the bad, the weird, but don't care about it. Just because I found out you're...not...from this planet doesn't mean anything is going change between us, at least for the worst anyway. If anything, this should make us better friends."
"I'm sorry, Pete. I just never expected anyone to accept this part of me so easily."
"It's alright man. I'm sure if I was you, I would think the same thing."
Clark smiled at Pete and then looked at the floor. The two just sat there for a while, until Pete spoke again.
"So...what happened to you at school today?"
Clark laughed, and then began telling Pete all about his day.
The two had been talking for an hour or two when Martha came up into the loft.
"Pete, your mom just called. She said to tell you that if you didn't want to be grounded again, you had better get home," Martha said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Kent. I'll be leaving in a minute."
"Ok. Clark you should be coming in soon too."
"Alright mom, I'll be in a little bit."
Martha turned and left.
"So...are you going to tell your parents that I know?" Pete asked
"I don't know. They really don't want anyone else to know. I probably will. I'll let you know if I do, though."
Pete got up off the couch.
"Ok, well, I better get going."
Pete walked across the loft and stopped at the stairs, and then turned and said, "Clark, I really am sorry about tonight. I really wanted to wait until you felt comfortable enough to tell me."
"Pete, don't worry about it. I'm actually relieved that it happened this way. I really needed to tell someone, and I don't think I would have been able just to come and tell you." Clark said. He laughed and then added, "plus my parents would have killed me."
Pete laughed as well. "Alright, well I'll see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to meeting Kacey. Bye, man!!"
"See ya, Pete."
Pete left the loft, headed out to his car, and drove home.
Clark picked up his books. He looked out the loft window at the stars above and smiled. He could not remember a time when he had been happier.
The End.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school. Going an average speed of 45mi/hr (that is about what I go on back roads, sometimes 50mi/hr) it would take 5min to go 3.75 miles. Pete is the man!!!
~~~...~~~ = Clark's thoughts
***...*** = Pete's thoughts
Pete just stood there. He was sure that he was hallucinating. He had to be. Nothing else could explain what he saw in front of him. But after he had blinked about twenty times, shook his head until his was dizzy, and slapped himself a couple of times, Clark was still hovering about three feet off the ground. Pete's voice might not have been working, but his feet were. He soon found himself walking towards Clark.
Pete walked slowly and quietly because he didn't want to disturb Clark. He stopped when he was right beside the sleeping figure. His friend appeared to be quite comfortable; he looked as if he were lying on an invisible bed or couch. Pete took one of his arms and waved it underneath Clark's body. He had half expected, half wanted his hand to hit something. An invisible couch was more plausible than his best friend floating in the air. Yet his hands found no supports below or above Clark's body.
Pete walked over and sat on the couch. He didn't know what to do. He had wanted to know what Clark's secret so that he could be there to help and give advice to his friend. But he didn't want to find out like this. He had wanted Clark to confide in him. For a minute Pete thought he should just leave, that he should go and wait until Clark was ready to tell him. But knew that he couldn't do that. He wouldn't be able to stand Clark not knowing that he knew at least part of his secret. But then there were Clark's parents. Pete knew they were pretty protective of Clark. They would probably freak out if they knew that he knew even the smallest little detail. He didn't want them to treat him differently. Pete let out a big sigh. He had made up his mind. He got up off the couch and approached Clark's floating body.
Pete placed his hand on Clark's shoulder and gently shook him.
"Clark. Clark, man, wake up."
Clark groaned and rolled over. Pete watched as Clark turned over. Clark really did look as if he was lying on some invisible object. Pete waved his arm underneath Clark's body again. But, his arm failed to make contact with anything once again. Pete shook Clark a little harder.
"Clark!!! Clark, wake up man."
Clark started to stir from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the wall across from him. Then he noticed his desk. Instead of seeing the legs of the piece of furniture, his eyes were level with its smooth surface. A smile crept over his face. He slowly moved one of his arms underneath him, feeling the air beneath him. He turned his head to look down at the floor. He saw the floor of the loft below him, his Biology book still open to the last page he was reading, and a pair of sneakers.
~~~A pair of SNEAKERS?~~~
Clark started to panic, and he crashed to the floor.
Pete was going to shake Clark again until he noticed his arm moving. He watched Clark wave his arm underneath him. He seemed to be as unsure of his situation as Pete was. Pete watched Clark turn his head to look at the ground. Then BAM, he had fallen hard to the floor.
"Clark, are you ok man?" Pete asked worriedly.
Clark jumped up and stared at Pete. He relaxed a little when he saw his best friend standing there looking fairly calm. The two just stood there for a while in complete silence, until Pete spoke.
"Clark, I'm sorry."
Clark gave Pete a confused look.
"I didn't want to find out this way. I really didn't. I would have much preferred you tell me yourself." Pete said sincerely. "Can you forgive me?"
Clark was shocked. He had expected to be doing the apologizing. Apologizing for not trusting his best friend. But Pete wasn't angry, he wasn't hurt, and didn't even appear to be freaked out. Clark was confused, he was shocked, he was speechless, and it must have showed.
Pete was mentally kicking himself.
***I should have left. I should have left. God, I'm so stupid. I'll just leave now.***
Pete turned to leave. He was about to go down the stairs of the loft when Clark finally spoke.
"Pete, don't you want to know everything?"
Pete stopped and looked at Clark.
"Only if you want me to."
"I do. I really do."
Pete walked back over and sat on the couch. Clark let out a big sigh and then joined Pete on the couch. He looked down at his shoes for a while, rubbing he hands together. Pete knew he shouldn't rush Clark, so he just sat there patiently looking at Clark.
"I can...how do I say this...I can do a lot more things than just...than just floating." Clark stuttered, still not looking at Pete.
"Like what?"
Clark snickered a little, looked at Pete, and then asked, "Do you know why my dad wouldn't let me join the football team?"
"You said he needed your help on the farm." Pete said a little confused as to where this was headed, or what it had to do with Clark floating above the ground.
"Come on, Pete! I spend almost as much time at the torch after school as you do at football practice."
"Then why won't he let you?"
"Because he's afraid I might hurt someone." Clark stated.
"Yeah, but that is a possibility for anyone. It is part of the game. Why would you be different?" Pete asked, still a little confused.
"Because not anyone is as strong as I am. I'm strong, Pete, unbelievably strong. I don't even know the limit to my strength. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm getting stronger and stronger each day. And that's not all."
"What else?"
"I'm pretty fast."
"Pretty fast?"
"You know how I'm always missing the bus, but I'm also at never late for school?"
Pete nodded.
"Well...I'm never late because...I run."
"You run?"
"Yeah. I run through the cornfields. I've never timed myself. But I'm pretty sure that I can break the sound barrier."
"How could you possibly run that fast? I mean it's not that I don't believe you. But wouldn't that cause some kind of damage to your body?"
"No, I don't think so. Pilots go that fast in jets and stuff. So, normal people can handle it. But even if they couldn't I still could."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pretty much indestructible."
Pete just looked at Clark waiting for him to explain.
"I stuck my arm in a wood chipper...and broke it."
"You're lucky that is all that happened!" Pete exclaimed. "It should have ripped your arm off!"
"Pete, I didn't break my arm. I broke the wood chipper."
"Then what happened at Jodie's this weekend?" Pete asked after digesting what Clark had just said.
Clark hesitated a little, but then said, "meteor rocks. I'm allergic to them or something. I don't really know what they do to me. All I know is that I get really sick and weak around them. And, they are the only things that I know of that can cut my skin."
"How is your back, by the way?" Pete asked.
"Oh, it's fine, still a little sore though." Clark said, a little shocked that Pete had changed the subject off his `gifts.'
"That's good." Pete sat there for a little while, and then asked, "So, do you get like muscles cramps or anything like that? The only reason I ask is because that day you feel off the rope in gym class you were saying something about your head hurting."
Clark chuckled a little under his breath and then said, "no. I usually don't feel any pain, except for when I'm around the meteor rocks."
"But, you had a headache?"
"I got a headache because a new `ability' was emerging."
Again, Pete just waited for him to continue.
"My x-ray vision. I have x-ray vision, and I can also see through things. Except for lead, for some reason I can't see through lead. And now that I think about it, lead is the only material that can shield me from the meteor rocks...I wonder what it is about lead...sorry," Clark said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"That's ok, don't worry about it."
"But that's it. That is my secret. I'm really strong, I can run really fast, I'm indestructible, I have x-ray vision, I can see through objects, and I can float." Clark said, still looking as if he were deep in thought. He chuckled again and then added, "but who knows what might happen to me tomorrow. For all I know I could grow another head."
"Can I ask you a question?" Pete asked.
"Sure, I guess."
"Do you know why you are this way?"
"No...no, I don't. I have an idea though."
"Can I ask what that is?"
Clark hesitated.
~~~Should I tell him. He doesn't seem freaked out. But with all of the people affect by the meteor rocks I'm sure this doesn't sound that strange. Well, I've gone this far. I don't want to turn back now.~~~
"I...I might not be from this...this planet," Clark said, while preparing himself for Pete to freak out.
"You mean you think you're an alien?" Pete said with disbelief. "Why would you think that? How do you know that you were not just affected by the meteor rocks like some of the other people in town?"
"Because, my dad has my spaceship hidden in the storm cellar."
"Your spaceship?" Pete still looked skeptical.
***Man, I would really like to see that. But, I don't think I should push it.***
"Cool," was the only thing Pete could find to say.
"Cool? I just told you I'm an alien from another planet, and all you say is cool?"
"What do you want me say? That I'm freaked out and that I want you to stay away from me."
"No, but I still thought that would be your reaction."
"Clark man, we are best friends. You know, best friends. People who know everything about each other, the good, the bad, the weird, but don't care about it. Just because I found out you're...not...from this planet doesn't mean anything is going change between us, at least for the worst anyway. If anything, this should make us better friends."
"I'm sorry, Pete. I just never expected anyone to accept this part of me so easily."
"It's alright man. I'm sure if I was you, I would think the same thing."
Clark smiled at Pete and then looked at the floor. The two just sat there for a while, until Pete spoke again.
"So...what happened to you at school today?"
Clark laughed, and then began telling Pete all about his day.
The two had been talking for an hour or two when Martha came up into the loft.
"Pete, your mom just called. She said to tell you that if you didn't want to be grounded again, you had better get home," Martha said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Kent. I'll be leaving in a minute."
"Ok. Clark you should be coming in soon too."
"Alright mom, I'll be in a little bit."
Martha turned and left.
"So...are you going to tell your parents that I know?" Pete asked
"I don't know. They really don't want anyone else to know. I probably will. I'll let you know if I do, though."
Pete got up off the couch.
"Ok, well, I better get going."
Pete walked across the loft and stopped at the stairs, and then turned and said, "Clark, I really am sorry about tonight. I really wanted to wait until you felt comfortable enough to tell me."
"Pete, don't worry about it. I'm actually relieved that it happened this way. I really needed to tell someone, and I don't think I would have been able just to come and tell you." Clark said. He laughed and then added, "plus my parents would have killed me."
Pete laughed as well. "Alright, well I'll see you tomorrow. I'm looking forward to meeting Kacey. Bye, man!!"
"See ya, Pete."
Pete left the loft, headed out to his car, and drove home.
Clark picked up his books. He looked out the loft window at the stars above and smiled. He could not remember a time when he had been happier.
The End.