"Traveler"
Original Smallville Fanfiction
By Rich Wheeler
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything else Smallville related, the WB does. Just using them in my own way to make a (hopefully) decent story.
Chapter 1: Downpour
The hottest heat wave in fifty years has hit Smallville, but on the Kent farm work must go on. Clark Kent has been busy with his chores, he's repaired the partially collapsed roof of the barn in seconds and now he and his father, Jonathan Kent, are working on fixing an old, broke down tractor. Clark holds the back of the tractor up with ease as Jonathan works on it from underneath. "Alright, Clark, looks like I'm going to have to go into town and buy that part for this old hunk of junk." Jonathan says as he gets out from under the tractor.
"Hey, I'll go with you, I could use a break." Clark says as he puts the tractor back down.
"Wow...it sure is hot out, even you're sweating." Jonathan says. A moment after Jonathan says that, Martha Kent comes out of the house with two large glasses of lemonade for them.
"Thought my hard working boys could use one of these on a day like this." Martha says, handing a glass of lemonade to each of them. "Can you believe this heat?" Martha asks.
"We were just talking about that, weather man said it was fifty years ago the last time Smallville saw a heat wave like this." Jonathan says.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be a sudden downpour any time now." Clark says.
"Don't count on it...come on, Clark, we better get to town now so we can get back with enough time to finish working on this old timer." Jonathan says.
"Alright dad, thanks for the lemonade mom." Clark says as he follows Jonathan to the truck.
"Don't worry about it, have fun." Martha says, watching them get in and drive away. Within a few minutes, the Kent's pull into town and park the truck on the street beside a mechanic's garage. The two get out, Jonathan heads into the garage while Clark stands still with his hands in his pockets looking around.
"I'll only be a few minutes, so don't wander off too far." Jonathan says.
"Alright, dad." Clark says, thinking it wouldn't really matter because he could run back home faster than Jonathan could drive. Clark looks down the sidewalk and sees Chloe and Pete walking towards him.
"Well if it isn't our good friend, Clark Kent." Chloe says.
"Hey guys, are you enjoying our wonderful Saturday afternoon?" Clark asks sarcastically.
"Enjoying? Wonderful? I'm about ready to move to Antarctica, be one with the Eskimos." Chloe replies.
"And the penguins..." Clark starts.
"You'd fit in perfectly." Pete says cracking up. The three walk down the sidewalk, passing up several sweating, uncomfortable people. As they walk, Pete passes up a girl he's had a crush on forever. He stops, and decides to talk to her. "Uh...Julie? Hi...I'm Pete, you know me right?"
"Oh, yeah, I know you." Julie responds.
"So, what are you doing tonight...or tomorrow, or next week?" Pete asks nervously.
"Um...right, Pete...I'm going to be busy, for a long, long time. Sorry." Julie says as she walks away.
"Oh...well that's alright, maybe I can talk to you later?" Pete says to Julie as she walks out of sight, pretty much ignoring him. Pete puts his head down and walks back to Clark and Chloe.
"That was harsh..." Chloe starts.
"Sorry, Pete, but don't worry...that girl isn't right for you anyway." Clark says.
"Thanks, Clark...but Julie is so...wow." Pete says.
"Well, you better start wishing, Pete, cause you don't have a chance with that stuck up Miss Popular...and I mean that in a good way, I think." Chloe says.
"Yeah...I better." Pete says. The three continue their walk, trying to stay in the shade wherever they can find it. Pete lifts his head back up after more walking and not a whole lot of talking between the three. He looks to his left, across the street, and sees an odd man in a purple suit and hat strolling down the sidewalk with an umbrella in his hand and a strange smirk on his face. "Hey...you see that guy?" Pete says, at the man.
"What guy?" Chloe asks. Pete looks back across the street...the man is gone.
"There was a weird looking guy right over there...a second ago." Pete says, looking around for him. The three keep walking until they turn a corner, there, the man sits on a bench in the shade looking from side to side at all the sweating, miserable townsfolk...still with that smile on his face. "There he is...but, how did he get over...there?"
"Boy he sure sticks out, especially with that umbrella." Chloe says as the three watch him from about fifteen feet away.
"Yeah, wonder who he is?" Clark says. The man stays put, and overhears a conversation between a group of guys a short distance away about the extreme heat. The man in the purple suit stands up and approaches them.
"Ah...heat got you down?" The man asks.
"Hey...now just who are you to butt into our conversation?" One of the sweating, complaining men asks.
"Me? Oh, I'm many things, but at the moment I'm a bit of a salesman, came here from Scottsdale just a few hours ago." The salesman says.
"Well, how about you sell me a fan, or a bottle of water, or else you can just go on back there and get out of my sight." The sweating man says.
"I can do you one better...what would you say if I told you I could make this heat wave go away?" The salesman asks.
"I'd think you're a crazy old man." The sweating man says.
"I am a salesman...but I don't sell your typical trinkets, I sell...wishes." The salesman says.
"Haha...that's funny, this old man's gone senile, get him to a nursing home or something." The sweating man scoffs.
"Did you hear that guy?" Chloe says as they continue to watch the conversation.
"Yeah, wishes? Gimme a break." Pete says. Clark remains silent, stricken with curiosity.
"I know it's a bit hard to believe at first, but it's true. I sell wishes, and all you have to do is tell me your wish...and give me your payment." The salesman says.
"Hey! Jack! Get a load of this guy! Says he's some kind of genie or something!" The sweating man yells to his friend down the road, who immediately walks towards him to find out what's going on.
"Not a genie, a salesman." The salesman says.
"What now? Don't tell me we've got another crazy old man on our hands." Jack says. More people start to take notice and head over to see what all the commotion is about.
"Heh...oh man, alright salesman, I'll buy one wish. What's the price?" The sweating man asks.
"A few weeks, a month, maybe two." The salesman replies.
"What do you mean?" The sweating man asks.
"I'll grant you your wish if you let me borrow a bit of your life span...about oh, let's say one month." The salesman says.
"I'm sick of calling you crazy you old fool, so yeah...I'll make a wish, just to prove you wrong." The sweating man says.
"You won't be doing that...now, what's your wish?" The salesman asks.
"I think the whole town would agree with me on this one...I wish for this heat to go away, maybe get a little rain." The sweating man replies.
"Your wish is my command, sir." The salesman says as he takes a couple steps backwards, opens his umbrella and holds it over his head. Moments pass...there's nothing, everyone small hope that this guy might be for real is shattered. They start walking away disappointed.
"Crazy old man..." The sweating man says walking away with the others.
"Guess he's no genie." Chloe says.
"Yeah, I guess..." Clark starts, but ends his sentence when a drop of rain drops on his shoulder, then more drops fall all over. Everyone is taken by surprise, and after a moment of disbelief, they celebrate in the streets as the large raindrops cool them off. The sweating man turns around and looks at the smiling salesman, completely dry because of the umbrella. The man looks stunned, like several other people in the area. The salesman winks at him and begins to walk away.
"What's going on?!" Pete yells with confusion mixed with excitement.
"I don't know...but I like it!" Chloe says. Jonathan Kent runs around the corner holding a paper bag from the mechanic's.
"Clark!" Jonathan starts, not knowing what to make of the situation.
"...Don't as me, dad." Clark says. The people rejoice in the rain, including Chloe and Pete, even Jonathan cracks a smile. Clark walks over to the bench where the salesman was sitting, his business card has been left there, it reads: "One Wish for One Month-The Salesman". Clark takes it over to Jonathan to show him, he looks at it and despite the rain, crumples it up and throws it on the ground. He and Clark hurry back to the truck before getting any more wet. The business card lies on the ground, crumpled up...but then somehow molds back to its original condition.
Original Smallville Fanfiction
By Rich Wheeler
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything else Smallville related, the WB does. Just using them in my own way to make a (hopefully) decent story.
Chapter 1: Downpour
The hottest heat wave in fifty years has hit Smallville, but on the Kent farm work must go on. Clark Kent has been busy with his chores, he's repaired the partially collapsed roof of the barn in seconds and now he and his father, Jonathan Kent, are working on fixing an old, broke down tractor. Clark holds the back of the tractor up with ease as Jonathan works on it from underneath. "Alright, Clark, looks like I'm going to have to go into town and buy that part for this old hunk of junk." Jonathan says as he gets out from under the tractor.
"Hey, I'll go with you, I could use a break." Clark says as he puts the tractor back down.
"Wow...it sure is hot out, even you're sweating." Jonathan says. A moment after Jonathan says that, Martha Kent comes out of the house with two large glasses of lemonade for them.
"Thought my hard working boys could use one of these on a day like this." Martha says, handing a glass of lemonade to each of them. "Can you believe this heat?" Martha asks.
"We were just talking about that, weather man said it was fifty years ago the last time Smallville saw a heat wave like this." Jonathan says.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be a sudden downpour any time now." Clark says.
"Don't count on it...come on, Clark, we better get to town now so we can get back with enough time to finish working on this old timer." Jonathan says.
"Alright dad, thanks for the lemonade mom." Clark says as he follows Jonathan to the truck.
"Don't worry about it, have fun." Martha says, watching them get in and drive away. Within a few minutes, the Kent's pull into town and park the truck on the street beside a mechanic's garage. The two get out, Jonathan heads into the garage while Clark stands still with his hands in his pockets looking around.
"I'll only be a few minutes, so don't wander off too far." Jonathan says.
"Alright, dad." Clark says, thinking it wouldn't really matter because he could run back home faster than Jonathan could drive. Clark looks down the sidewalk and sees Chloe and Pete walking towards him.
"Well if it isn't our good friend, Clark Kent." Chloe says.
"Hey guys, are you enjoying our wonderful Saturday afternoon?" Clark asks sarcastically.
"Enjoying? Wonderful? I'm about ready to move to Antarctica, be one with the Eskimos." Chloe replies.
"And the penguins..." Clark starts.
"You'd fit in perfectly." Pete says cracking up. The three walk down the sidewalk, passing up several sweating, uncomfortable people. As they walk, Pete passes up a girl he's had a crush on forever. He stops, and decides to talk to her. "Uh...Julie? Hi...I'm Pete, you know me right?"
"Oh, yeah, I know you." Julie responds.
"So, what are you doing tonight...or tomorrow, or next week?" Pete asks nervously.
"Um...right, Pete...I'm going to be busy, for a long, long time. Sorry." Julie says as she walks away.
"Oh...well that's alright, maybe I can talk to you later?" Pete says to Julie as she walks out of sight, pretty much ignoring him. Pete puts his head down and walks back to Clark and Chloe.
"That was harsh..." Chloe starts.
"Sorry, Pete, but don't worry...that girl isn't right for you anyway." Clark says.
"Thanks, Clark...but Julie is so...wow." Pete says.
"Well, you better start wishing, Pete, cause you don't have a chance with that stuck up Miss Popular...and I mean that in a good way, I think." Chloe says.
"Yeah...I better." Pete says. The three continue their walk, trying to stay in the shade wherever they can find it. Pete lifts his head back up after more walking and not a whole lot of talking between the three. He looks to his left, across the street, and sees an odd man in a purple suit and hat strolling down the sidewalk with an umbrella in his hand and a strange smirk on his face. "Hey...you see that guy?" Pete says, at the man.
"What guy?" Chloe asks. Pete looks back across the street...the man is gone.
"There was a weird looking guy right over there...a second ago." Pete says, looking around for him. The three keep walking until they turn a corner, there, the man sits on a bench in the shade looking from side to side at all the sweating, miserable townsfolk...still with that smile on his face. "There he is...but, how did he get over...there?"
"Boy he sure sticks out, especially with that umbrella." Chloe says as the three watch him from about fifteen feet away.
"Yeah, wonder who he is?" Clark says. The man stays put, and overhears a conversation between a group of guys a short distance away about the extreme heat. The man in the purple suit stands up and approaches them.
"Ah...heat got you down?" The man asks.
"Hey...now just who are you to butt into our conversation?" One of the sweating, complaining men asks.
"Me? Oh, I'm many things, but at the moment I'm a bit of a salesman, came here from Scottsdale just a few hours ago." The salesman says.
"Well, how about you sell me a fan, or a bottle of water, or else you can just go on back there and get out of my sight." The sweating man says.
"I can do you one better...what would you say if I told you I could make this heat wave go away?" The salesman asks.
"I'd think you're a crazy old man." The sweating man says.
"I am a salesman...but I don't sell your typical trinkets, I sell...wishes." The salesman says.
"Haha...that's funny, this old man's gone senile, get him to a nursing home or something." The sweating man scoffs.
"Did you hear that guy?" Chloe says as they continue to watch the conversation.
"Yeah, wishes? Gimme a break." Pete says. Clark remains silent, stricken with curiosity.
"I know it's a bit hard to believe at first, but it's true. I sell wishes, and all you have to do is tell me your wish...and give me your payment." The salesman says.
"Hey! Jack! Get a load of this guy! Says he's some kind of genie or something!" The sweating man yells to his friend down the road, who immediately walks towards him to find out what's going on.
"Not a genie, a salesman." The salesman says.
"What now? Don't tell me we've got another crazy old man on our hands." Jack says. More people start to take notice and head over to see what all the commotion is about.
"Heh...oh man, alright salesman, I'll buy one wish. What's the price?" The sweating man asks.
"A few weeks, a month, maybe two." The salesman replies.
"What do you mean?" The sweating man asks.
"I'll grant you your wish if you let me borrow a bit of your life span...about oh, let's say one month." The salesman says.
"I'm sick of calling you crazy you old fool, so yeah...I'll make a wish, just to prove you wrong." The sweating man says.
"You won't be doing that...now, what's your wish?" The salesman asks.
"I think the whole town would agree with me on this one...I wish for this heat to go away, maybe get a little rain." The sweating man replies.
"Your wish is my command, sir." The salesman says as he takes a couple steps backwards, opens his umbrella and holds it over his head. Moments pass...there's nothing, everyone small hope that this guy might be for real is shattered. They start walking away disappointed.
"Crazy old man..." The sweating man says walking away with the others.
"Guess he's no genie." Chloe says.
"Yeah, I guess..." Clark starts, but ends his sentence when a drop of rain drops on his shoulder, then more drops fall all over. Everyone is taken by surprise, and after a moment of disbelief, they celebrate in the streets as the large raindrops cool them off. The sweating man turns around and looks at the smiling salesman, completely dry because of the umbrella. The man looks stunned, like several other people in the area. The salesman winks at him and begins to walk away.
"What's going on?!" Pete yells with confusion mixed with excitement.
"I don't know...but I like it!" Chloe says. Jonathan Kent runs around the corner holding a paper bag from the mechanic's.
"Clark!" Jonathan starts, not knowing what to make of the situation.
"...Don't as me, dad." Clark says. The people rejoice in the rain, including Chloe and Pete, even Jonathan cracks a smile. Clark walks over to the bench where the salesman was sitting, his business card has been left there, it reads: "One Wish for One Month-The Salesman". Clark takes it over to Jonathan to show him, he looks at it and despite the rain, crumples it up and throws it on the ground. He and Clark hurry back to the truck before getting any more wet. The business card lies on the ground, crumpled up...but then somehow molds back to its original condition.