[A/N: Wow! I feel so loved, you guys!! Shout-outs to From Here, Frances
Hollland, Sara, and most definetly ScoobyGal55. I was wondering if anyone
picked out my name on the anonymous reviews!
This chapter is basically a filler, and not my favorite. It's reeeeeally short, and that's why I'm posting it so soon after the first chapter.
Oh, and my little freak-of-the-week? Don't worry, he's basically in there to mock the show and to give Pete a taste of Clark's weekly duties. Feel free to laugh. He'll be gone soon :heh heh heh...: OK...
As LaCasta says, "It's fun to create supervillans!"
Oh, and I forgot the disclaimer. Oops. I don't own 'em. Good? OK! Let's get the show on the road then!!]
2. Sought
:Bang: sounds the door as it opens a new can of worms for two secretive friends.
Chloe bursts into the Torch office. Clark glances up quickly. Almost too quickly. Pete eyes him, and then turns his attention towards the girl.
"What?" the boys ask in unison.
"You know the attacks where everyone has been turned to stone? I found Brett Summers talking to a rock after school. You think he's been exposed to the meteor?"
Clark and Pete look at each other and sigh. Chloe continues. "I was hoping you guys could investigate with Brett. You're two friendly boys. He might open up to you."
"I'll go. You know I've got a knack for finding meteor rocks," volunteers Clark. Chloe isn't surprised, he always finds a way to help. Pete squints in suspicion.
"I'll come with. You might need help," Pete offers. Silently he adds, Yeah, just like when I help you pick up cars and beat the bus to school.
Since his discovery, Pete had ceased to think about something other than Clark. Recently, the Ross boy had sneaked into the Kent home and watched Clark do the dishes. He didn't have to crouch too long. In precisely ten seconds, Clark had cleared the table, scrubbed every dish with a sponge, then with a towel, and had put each plate and bowl away in the cabinets. It wasn't Clark, really, more like that blur. Then, Pete had "stopped by to make sure Clark got to school on time." He watched intently as Jonathan Kent prompted his son to lift a car out of a puddle, which Clark did happily and easily. Then, the shorter boy came to the Fortress of Solitude for "algebra assistance" and had seen Clark retrieve Martha's tennis bracelet from a running wood chipper. Pete contemplated these amazing events more and more. How had he done those things? Why couldn't he trust me? And where were those damn meteor rocks? His sanity depended on it.
Back at the Torch, Clark quickly refuses Pete's assistance. "Let me go alone, buddy. It might be dangerous."
Pete snorts at the comment. "Then why are you going?" Lately, Pete had been trying to get Clark to admit his secret without seeming like he was interested. This time, he brings up a legitimate point.
Clark fumbles with his answer. "Um, well, Brett might get suspicious if we both showed up to question him." Not as suspicious as I am, I guarantee it, thinks Pete.
"I'm coming this time. You've gone alone before and it's not fair that you're life has all the action." Pete grins as if he's joking, though he is quite serious.
"N-no," stutters Clark. "You can't. Please don't."
"Okay, if you say so" is all Pete can force out. If this acting thing goes on much longer, he's going to lose it. How has Clark done it so long? Well, come to think of it, he hasn't been that careful... He sticks his hands
This chapter is basically a filler, and not my favorite. It's reeeeeally short, and that's why I'm posting it so soon after the first chapter.
Oh, and my little freak-of-the-week? Don't worry, he's basically in there to mock the show and to give Pete a taste of Clark's weekly duties. Feel free to laugh. He'll be gone soon :heh heh heh...: OK...
As LaCasta says, "It's fun to create supervillans!"
Oh, and I forgot the disclaimer. Oops. I don't own 'em. Good? OK! Let's get the show on the road then!!]
2. Sought
:Bang: sounds the door as it opens a new can of worms for two secretive friends.
Chloe bursts into the Torch office. Clark glances up quickly. Almost too quickly. Pete eyes him, and then turns his attention towards the girl.
"What?" the boys ask in unison.
"You know the attacks where everyone has been turned to stone? I found Brett Summers talking to a rock after school. You think he's been exposed to the meteor?"
Clark and Pete look at each other and sigh. Chloe continues. "I was hoping you guys could investigate with Brett. You're two friendly boys. He might open up to you."
"I'll go. You know I've got a knack for finding meteor rocks," volunteers Clark. Chloe isn't surprised, he always finds a way to help. Pete squints in suspicion.
"I'll come with. You might need help," Pete offers. Silently he adds, Yeah, just like when I help you pick up cars and beat the bus to school.
Since his discovery, Pete had ceased to think about something other than Clark. Recently, the Ross boy had sneaked into the Kent home and watched Clark do the dishes. He didn't have to crouch too long. In precisely ten seconds, Clark had cleared the table, scrubbed every dish with a sponge, then with a towel, and had put each plate and bowl away in the cabinets. It wasn't Clark, really, more like that blur. Then, Pete had "stopped by to make sure Clark got to school on time." He watched intently as Jonathan Kent prompted his son to lift a car out of a puddle, which Clark did happily and easily. Then, the shorter boy came to the Fortress of Solitude for "algebra assistance" and had seen Clark retrieve Martha's tennis bracelet from a running wood chipper. Pete contemplated these amazing events more and more. How had he done those things? Why couldn't he trust me? And where were those damn meteor rocks? His sanity depended on it.
Back at the Torch, Clark quickly refuses Pete's assistance. "Let me go alone, buddy. It might be dangerous."
Pete snorts at the comment. "Then why are you going?" Lately, Pete had been trying to get Clark to admit his secret without seeming like he was interested. This time, he brings up a legitimate point.
Clark fumbles with his answer. "Um, well, Brett might get suspicious if we both showed up to question him." Not as suspicious as I am, I guarantee it, thinks Pete.
"I'm coming this time. You've gone alone before and it's not fair that you're life has all the action." Pete grins as if he's joking, though he is quite serious.
"N-no," stutters Clark. "You can't. Please don't."
"Okay, if you say so" is all Pete can force out. If this acting thing goes on much longer, he's going to lose it. How has Clark done it so long? Well, come to think of it, he hasn't been that careful... He sticks his hands