Reviving the Past
By Test of Faith
Chapter 2
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: don't own anything…cept Kat, Tess, and everyone having to do with the assembly. Everything from Smallville belongs to the WB, and everything having to do with Harry Potter (Sirius, Draco, Nott, and the Dark Lord) that belongs to J.K.Rowling, Scholastic Book Company, and a bunch of other people.
A/N: hey, I didn't tell you when this story takes place, just so that you don't wonder it takes place in early October. I'm bored, so I had to tell you this for no apparent reason…heehee…^_-
Hours later found the Kent family in the kitchen. Clark was pouring three glasses of iced-tea, while his mom stood at the kitchen island flipping unconsciously through a home magazine and his father sat at the table thinking noiselessly. When he finished pouring the iced-teas, Clark handed one to each of his parents, getting only mumbled thanks in reply. Just about the instant Clark sat down, the phone rang, though he stayed seated while his dad answered the ringing phone.
"Hello," Mr. Kent answered.
"'Ello, is this the Kent residence?" Kat said in a new accent, a soft Yorkshire accent (A/N: it's not fully a Yorkshire accent, it sounds almost Australian, if that helps).
"Yes, this is Jonathan Kent," Jonathan said somewhat unsure of who it was.
"Wonderful, I'm Kat," Kat said introducing herself. "I was just calling to ask if I could bring Sirius. He's my dog, perfect thing. You won't find one with better manners, not even Alicia's two little dogs are better behaved. You'll barley notice him. Vous devez le prendre; vous le prendrez," she added her voice sounding like she was very close to begging as she slipped into French, though in fact she was only sending a persuasions spell over the phone.
"Yeah, sure that's fine," Jonathan said as the spell took effect.
"Great," Kat said happily before adding, "I'll be there in about twenty minutes. One last question, though, did my trunk get there yet?"
"Yes, it's already up in your room," he answered.
"Great, well bye," Kat said quickly before hanging up.
"What was that about, honey?" Martha asked as Jonathan hung up the phone and turned to face them.
"That was Kat, she was calling to find out, if her dog could come along, and if her trunk had already made it," Jonathan answered.
"So, what'd you say?" Martha asked unsure about a dog coming along.
Vous devez le prendre; vous le prendrez (A/N: hey, you know when it seems like something's echoing around the house for no apparent reason, well that's what this phrase is doing, and for anyone that's not me, I'll have to tell you next time what that phrase means…cause I don't happen to have access to the translation at this moment in time).
"I said yes, her trunk is already upstairs," Jonathan said as the echoing spell took effect once again.
"Good," Martha said.
'Wait, what about the dog?' Clark thought to himself unaffected by Kat's little spell.
~*~20 minutes later~*~
The Kents walked outside as they heard the sound of tires in their driveway. Just as they stepped out on the porch Lex Luthor's car came to a stop in front of the house as a black Benz (with the top down) pulled up beside it. Inside the black car was a black haired Kat with small dark sunglasses covering her eyes. After a few seconds she shut off the car engine, opened the door, and got out with an almost angelic grace. Quickly, yet strangely slow at the same time, Kat walked up to the almost completely silent Kents (A/N: no one can be perfectly silent, except later on when we get to the 'super' people). Kat was now dressed in a black turtleneck and black pants that seemed perfect for the cool October weather.
"It's great to finally meet you," Martha said after a few seconds taking a step closer to Kat.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," Kat said brushing her hair over her shoulder, her now milky white skin. "As you already know, I am Katrina Blackwing."
"Oh, I'm sorry, we must have been misinformed, we were told your last name was Blackwood," Jonathan said.
"That's understandable, most of the people in the group take that name," Lex said coming up behind Kat and placing a hand on either side of her shoulders. "A few of them are actually original enough to think up their own surnames."
"You do know Tess wouldn't like hearing that you said such things of the As-," Kat said being interrupted by a single bark coming from her car. "Sirius, I swear, he understands everything I say."
Kat walked the few yards to her car, opened the back door, and let out a rather large black dog. Quickly, the two walked back to the waiting Kent family and Lex, Kat moved to stand halfway in front of Lex, a little less than a foot to the right of where she had been before, Sirius sitting perfectly still at her right side.
"Well, he seems like a good dog," Clark said getting the feeling that Sirius was looking at him with distrust, a look that seemed to be reflected (but a little bit lessened) in Kat's eyes.
"Yes, he's a very good dog, like a human most of the time," Kat said glancing at Sirius, just at the moment he looked up at her, giving him an almost fully unnoticeable warning look. "Very smart creature."
"Clark, can I talk to you for a moment?" Lex asked breaking the almost blatant silence.
"Yeah, sure," Clark said following Lex away from the group and to his car.
"That's a very nice car," Clark heard his mom telling Kat.
"Yeah, I got it as a gift for one of my recent promotions at Black Riddle, Inc." Kat said receiving a strange whine from Sirius.
"Clark," Lex said, and from the sound of his voice not for the first time.
"Yeah?" Clark asked dragging his attention away from Kat.
"Here," Lex said handing Clark a silver necklace with a teardrop-shapped pennant filled with a silver substance. "It's quicksilver. The first time you sense danger, give it to her; its powers of protection are unimaginable. And it will give strength to those out to keep her safe, it'll make your power…what should I say…more pure, more like hers."
"What? Protection, from what?" Clark asked. "And how do you know about my powers?"
"Know? There are only a few hundred people with powers like yours left," Lex said watching Clark turn the pennant around in his palm. "I've been helping Tess, Kat's watcher, out for years; she's told me that Kat is in danger."
"In danger from what?" Clark asked.
"I'm not able to talk about that, just knowing about this 'guy' is supposed to be really dangerous," Lex said opening his car door. "Just keep an eye out for her, and don't tell her I've said anything about her being in danger, she'll tell Tess, and a pissed off Tess isn't that much of a good thing."
"Alright," Clark agreed as Lex got into his car and started the engine.
"Bye, Kat, be careful," Lex called out to Kat, then to Clark he said, "Bye."
"Bye, Lex," Kat yelled with a wave as he pulled away and slowly disappeared.
"Hmm. Strange," Clark said taking one last look at the quicksilver pennant before putting it into his jacket pocket.
"Everything ok?" Kat asked as she walked to her car and popped the trunk.
"Yeah, fine, why?" Clark answered.
"No reason really, you just have this aura clouding thing going on," Kat said in a offhand sort of way, before pulling a beautiful black trunk, with very realistic white lilies painted all over it, out of the car trunk.
"Here, let me help you with that," Clark said rushing over to help her.
"No need," she answered carrying the trunk inside, and following Martha upstairs, glancing back only to see Sirius running off.
~*~1 hour later (around 1:30)~*~
"Anything I can help you with?" Clark asked attempting to be helpful, from the open doorway to the guest room, or Kat's room now.
She had been sitting in the small window seat looking out the window sadly.
"There is nothing left to do," she answered with a wave of her hand at the rest of the room.
The large trunk that had been sent ahead had been moved into the closet, where quite a few dark colored clothes and one single white dress hung. The black trunk was set at the foot of the bed, the lid open revealing many unnamable items (on Clark's behalf that is, he'd never seen things like that before) inside. On the nightstand was a stack of books, a stick of the same substance as the necklace in his pocket, and a set of keys to her car outside. A small collection of pictures were already set up on the dresser on the left side of the door, though the pictures on it gave Clark the creeps as they seemed to be moving.
"Seems like you're all set," Clark said taking one more glace at the strange pictures on her bureau.
"Strange, huh?" Kat said as if reading his mind, turning and looking at the pictures.
"Yeah, the moving thing's kinda creepy after a few seconds," Clark said somewhat quietly.
"It's fun to see people see the moving pictures for the first time. I'm so used to the moving pictures, I've come to think everyone else is, too," Kat replied with a laugh.
"So what's there to do around here?" she asked.
"The Talon downtown," he said trying to come up with things to do besides fighting bad guys infected with the meteor rocks.
"Oh, Tess was telling me about that place, Lex took her last time she was here for business meetings," she said. "Would you mind showing me?"
"Sure, whenever you want to go just tell me."
"How 'bout now?" Kat said grabbing the keys and stick off the nightstand and a black leather trench out of the closet, slipping the stick into one of the large pockets.
"Alright," Clark answered, following Kat down the stairs after she shut and locked the black trunk, giving him another thing to be curious about.
~*~
"Which way?" Kat asked pulling onto Main Street.
"On the right," Clark said motioning to an open parking spot just in front of the Tallon.
"Great," she answered with a smile as she quickly parked the car in that spot, just before there was a ringing coming from somewhere in the car. "In the glove compartment, there's a phone, can you hand it to me?"
"Here," he said handing her the phone after getting it out.
"Thanks," she said before flipping open the lid on the phone and answering it. "Moshi-moshi."
"Hey, remember me?" Clark heard a muffled voice asked with obvious pleasure. "Turn around."
"Nott," Kat whispered.
Clark looked up just in time to see a scary looking man grinning evily in their direction (brandishing a stick like that of Kat's, though made of some type of wood), just before Kat grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
"Get a good look at him?" Kat hissed. "Did you get a good look at the bastard."
"Who was that guy?" Clark whispered back.
"Just a guy with too much time on his hands and a master bent on world domination, somehow figuring me into the equation by helping in the death of freedom," Kat said with a soft shrill laugh. "Just forget about it, alright?"
"Ok," Clark answered hesitantly.
