A/N: …Ummm…Well…I haven't updated this story, mainly because I've been getting good reviews on my HP fics (which you should read if you haven't!), and I'm trying to work on my Clex fic, and all my slashy fics…because for some reason, Slash just appeals more to me. ::shrug:: Anyway…R/R!

Chapter Three

Arza sat in her newly decorated bedroom. She didn't notice much as she picked up a book, ungloved.

"Un-guard!" A voice sprang from behind her.

She turned. A fellow, clad in olden daywear was standing in her bedroom, waving around a huge sword.

"Oh crap…" She sighed, looking down at the romance novel in her hands, "I should know better then that already!" She closed the book, and tossed it onto the bed, pulling her gloves on, "Sorry dude…you have to go." She shoved him out of her room. Hopefully in a few minutes he would disappear, and then she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

Arza looked at her hands. She hated her hands. They did horrible things to her life, her hands. She couldn't pick up anything with words on it, or suddenly a sort of "copy" of what she was touching would appear…sort of like…she glanced at the name in the book…Justin out there.

Arza pulled on her gloves, and then tossed the romance novel across the room to the shelf. Along with her weird "making-things-come-to-life" power, she also had minor telepathic abilities…She didn't use them as often as everyone thought she did. She found it annoying to be able to finish people's sentences.

She looked at her hands again. It was easy to shut off her telepathy…her other power wasn't as easy.

"Arza!" Her mother called happily, "Are you home?"

"Yea, ma! I'm upstairs!" She opened the door. Justin was still here, waving around his sword.

"Oh my gosh…" Her mother saw Justin, "Whose this?"

"Justin…he's out of that stupid romance novel I was reading."

"Oh…well, could you get him to put that sword away?"

"Justin." Arza set a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at her.

"Eh, young miss? A battlefield is no place for ye!"

She sighed, "This is NOT a battlefield…"

"Eh?"

"Give me this…" She took the sword from him, "Holy Jesus!"

"Oh yes, dear…those are heavy." Her mother called.

"Go sit somewhere, until you disappear." Justin found himself pushed down onto the stairs.

"Yes, fair maiden!" He sat calmly, and watched as she dragged his sword down the stairs.

"So," Her mother, Lyn Gehnsen, started, "Did you make any friends? You never told me what's been happening at school. We haven't exactly talked since we got here…"

"Yea…I met a few people." Arza sat on the floor, taking a bag of groceries into her lap, "Pete seemed nice enough…he's in some of my classes. Chloe is the editor of the school newspaper…she's okay. She seems kind of…nosey, even for a journalist. Clark is pretty cool though. He took me around town today after school. Showed me some of the sites of Smallville, I guess." She smiled, putting away the tin cans.

"That was nice of him."

"Yea…it was." Arza nodded.

"So…" Her mother looked down at her daughter from where she was putting away some of the perishable items in a higher cupboard, "Anything interesting going on in classes?"

"Not really…nothing I don't know all ready." Arza shrugged.

The pair was silent for a few minutes, before Lyn spoke again, "So…do you want to go out for dinner, or-"

"Lets eat in…go out for 'drinks' afterwards." Arza nodded.

"Okay…that's fine." Lyn nodded, "What do you want-"

"I'll make dinner." Arza offered.

"Are you feeling alright? You bring Napoleon into my house… You offer to make dinner… Is something wrong?"

"His name is Justin…and he nothing like Napoleon, Ma." Arza shook his head, "No, I just want to…do something, that's all."

"Take it you don't have homework?"

"Mom, I haven't had homework since I was in the fifth grade." Arza sighed.

"Ah…I seem to remember you having a few reports that you worked on at home."

"That's not homework, Ma…that's a report…you have to work on it at home. Homework, is what a study hall is for."

"And I take it that you have a few of those?"

"I have like two…" She shrugged.

"Fine…you make dinner…I'm going to go lie down for a little while."

"You do that, Ma…"

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"Hey…" Clark slid sneakily up next to Arza the next morning.

"Howdy."

"Howdy?"

"Why do people always think it weird when I say Howdy, like you people say Hey? There is no difference-"

"Is it just me, or are you a little crabby this morning?"

"I met Lana Lang last night…" She rolled her eyes, "I think she must be nosier then Chloe."

"Lana? Really? I've always kind of liked her."

Arza shrugged, "I dunno. She was asking questions all over the place of like where I lived before, and all this junk…"

Clark nodded, "I understand, I think."

Arza smiled, "Yea, anyway…"

"Anyway." Clark walked along side of her down the hallway, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Tonight…I will be sitting alone in my house, eating leftover Mac and Cheese, while watching old reruns of I Dream of Genie…"

"Sounds interesting…" Clark nodded, "Would you like to come over? We can still watch I Dream of Genie…I'm not sure about the leftover Mac though…"

Arza smiled, "I could always bring it…I keep forgetting it's just me, and Mom, so I make a lot of food…I'm used to having a full house."

"Why is it just you and your mom?"

"Well, my Dad works a lot. I haven't seen him in a few weeks to be honest. He rents an apartment closer to his office…the twins, Ranan, and Elizabeth live with my Aunt in Edge City, and my older brother, Blaze, is Metropolis working for a packing company."

"So your basically all over?"

"Yea." She nodded.

"You're still wearing your gloves."

"I know."

"Aren't you going to take them off?" He asked.

"No." She shrugged.

"Weird girl…" Clark smiled, "I'll see you later. My class is the other way."

"Bye Clark. I'll see you at lunch."