A/N : I just want to say a quick thankyou to becs and Suz for the reviews, it means a lot, and now on with the story so we can find out more about Megan's secret power.....

Disclaimer : Megan is my character, all other characters are not mine.

Clark had decided he would just about have time to finish building the fence in the east field for his father, before Megan turned up. Using his super-strength the posts could be sunk easily into the ground and super-speed meant moving up and down the length of the fence took no time at all.

When Megan arrived at the farm she got no answer from knocking on the front door, so she decided to check the barn. Realising Clark was not there either she wandered back outside. She was considering whether she should wait around awhile or just leave, when she saw something moving in the field. Whatever it was it was moving very quickly, zipping up and down the length of the fence at the side of the field. If there was one thing Megan shared with her cousin it was her curiosity and although what she saw scared her, she wanted to know what it was. She moved towards the field and towards the moving object which moved so quickly it was barely more than a blur. It was only when the object slowed down that Megan realised it was not an object at all, it was not an animal either, it was a person. What really surprised her was when she realised it was not just any person - it was Clark.

Megan stood a few feet away from Clark now, and watched as he forced another post into the ground, with super-strength. It was such a shock to see that Megan let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a yell. This caught Clark's attention and he turned to see the girl watching him.

"Megan," he said, quickly, realising she must have seen everything, "look I can explain..."

She wanted to listen she really did, but her legs wanted to run and get away. They carried her across the field and back to the barn. Clark could have caught her easily with his super-speed but thought it best to run after her at a 'normal' pace - he had scared her enough already.

Megan leant on the door of the barn and tried to get her breath back and clam down.

"Megan, please let me explain" Clark begged as he caught up with her, he was not out of breath in the slightest. He was ready to tell her everything and be completely honest with her. He had already planned to tell her that he loved her and he knew that he trusted her too.

"It's okay" Megan began to breathe again, "It was just a shock, that's all. I knew you were different. I didn't know how or why, but I knew from the first day I met you that you weren't an ordinary guy"

"What do you mean?" Clark looked worried. If Megan could tell he was different did that mean other people could? "Do I seem abnormal to you?"

"No, no that's not what I meant" Megan assured him, "look I need to explain something to you" she told him, taking his hand and leading him into the barn.

"Please sit down" she said when they were inside and Clark did as he was told, still concerned about what he was about to be told.

"Clark, I knew you were different because I'm different. I should have told you this before but I never knew how. Now it's time that you knew the truth" and so Megan began the story of her 'power'.....

"When I was younger, I was here in Smallville. I was playing in a field and I fell and hit my head. I was okay, just mild concussion and I was fine really, but something had changed"

This was where it got difficult and Megan found it hard to look at Clark as she continued to speak.

"I was never very popular at school, not with the boys at least, but after the accident all the boys at school started to notice me. They all wanted to sit next to me and talk to me and for a while I thought it was great but then I found out why" Megan wandered over to the window and looked out, uneasily.

"You don't have to tell me" Clark told her, "I know all the guys see you differently"

Megan was partly relieved that Clark already knew but the other part of her wished she had had a chance to tell him in her own way. Also, she didn't know how long he'd known or how he felt about it.

"You don't see me differently" she said, quietly, her eyes still fixed on the view from the window, "You see the real me. They all see what they want to see, their ideal girl, you see me because you're different"

"How do you know I see you and not what I want to see?" Clark asked her, quite confused, "And how did you know I was 'different'?

A/N : Sorry about the slight cliffhanger but I will post the eighth/final chapter soon. Please review!!!