Crimson Angel

~*~*Supergurl15*~*~

*****This story is dedicated to all the people that died on the four planes that were attacked on 9/11, their memory will live on. *****

Summary: Who is the Crimson red headed girl who comes to Smallville, and what is she hiding? Does her presence in Smallville have anything to do with everyone's favorite "pre-superhero"?

Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, American West Airlines, or X-men. If I really did, do you honestly think I would be sitting at my computer on a rainy day writing this? So like I said I don't own nothing, except the story idea. Oh and the characters I made up like... Sheriff Wong, Staci Vandoft, Matt Stover, Chuck Patterson, Coach Arnold, Ms. Strictlent. You get it. Everyone else is owned by DC comics, Marvel comics and American West Airlines...(which is like the planes).

Rating: Ummm maybe PG because I can do that, besides G sounds too, I dunno.... ya ppls know!

Category: general/ angst/ adventure/ maybe a bit of romance. (Even though I'm not good at writing romance stories)



~*~Set before Smallville's episode of Crush, and the third season of X-men Evolution*~



Author's Note: *Note: this story takes place when Jean Grey is in high school. hey if Superman can be in high school why not the X-men.. right? Anyways, I know most ppls probably don't watch X-men Evolution, but picture it kinda like that only, they're not cartoons.... okay? Besides if ya notice the whole Scott and Duncan fighting over Jean thing, it's really not that far off from the Clark and Whitney competing for Lana thing.. Or maybe it's just me. So it's basically like teenaged Superman meets teenaged ummm Jean Grey (because she really doesn't have a ummm superhero name or whatever) BEFORE she's Phoenix. well no, DUH! I am a total Chlark shipper, but wanted 2 c how this would turn out.

*Note* I do know that this will never happen, I mean we all know that Marvel Comics and DC comics are never gonna team up anytime soon, so just bare with me. HEY, that's why they call it Fan fiction, with emphasis on the words fan and fiction! Oh and PETE has lines! *nods confidently*

Yep! BRING ON THE FLAMES, I'll use 'em 2 fuel my fire. Hey we can have S'mores...and marshmallows, and hot dogs!!! Do I smell a...CAMPING TRIP!!!!



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Chapter 1





A young crimson red headed girl looks out of a nearby window as the commercial airplane takes off from a local airport in New York.

**Sigh, this is going to be a long flight. **

She slides further back into her seat and continues to stare out of the window.

"Passengers.we will be arriving at our destination; the beautiful city of Metropolis Kansas in four hours," The flight attendants mumbles over the PA, "we hope that everyone has a most enjoyable flight."

**Sure, most enjoyable...ha**



The girl continues staring, not at anything in particular.. just staring.

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~Flashback~

"I wonder what Mr. Crap-in-pants wants with you now?" The redhead from the plane was listening to a rather tall, dark haired girl.

"TARYN!?!?" The redhead stopped walking long enough to raise an eyebrow at her friend and let out a small chuckle.

"What?" Taryn laughed, "it's sooo true, sometimes he can be so petty. I mean, you can't even have fun when he's around. It's always like: 'Hey you kid, no running.. hey you, get to class.. and you,' she points her finger, 'didn't I tell you not to breathe when I'm around' Taryn spat hoarsely as she imitated Mr. Chaplin.

The redhead let out another small giggle.

" He's so stiff, anyways like I was saying before we got into this long drawn out discussion about Mr. Crap-... I mean Mr. Chaplin. Why are you going to his office anyway?"

"I dunno, it's really weird. I mean, I never had to go to his office before." She shrugged.

"Anyway, when ya find out let me know. I'm hoping to see ya at soccer practice, right?"

"Of course what kind of example would I be setting, if the captain of the girl's soccer team didn't.." she paused, "actually, hold that thought. I have to drop off the photos I took for the school paper, ya know. and after that I have to finish my sculpture I was doing for art.. and then I have to check in with the student."

Taryn interrupts, "uhh yeah it's okay.maybe you should quit some of these clubs and sports teams you're on, don't you think you're doing to much??? You're never in one place at one time.. it's really kinda pathetic!!!!"

"And I still gotta go to the office!!! See ya later TARYN!!!" she runs off.

"Right."

******Five minutes later******

"Miss, the principal will see you now." the secretary smiled almost too sweetly.

"Thanks!" She quickly got up and walked towards the door.

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Ms. Grey, do you know why you're here??? He looked sternly into her deep emerald green eyes.

"N-n-no sir." She shifted in the wooden seat nervously.

"You don't? I'm surprised." Mr. Chaplin smirked.

"Should I?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Why, yes of course. You were chosen as the 'exchange student' for Bayville high school, with your excellent grades and wonderful people skills we though you would be a perfect candidate." he stated proudly.

"Oh?" the girl looked genuinely shocked.

"So what do you say?" He smiled even more than before.

**Okay I know I said it would be better if Mr. Chaplin smiled more but he's totally freaking me out! **

"I dunno." She looked glumly at the floor.

"Why not? Isn't this something you've always wanted to do? It's a town called Smallville and I think that you would do very well there." He handed her a brochure. 'Smallville: Meteor capital of the world,' it read, 'population: 45,001.' "It's a rather small town but the people there are rather nice and it's only two hours away from the beautiful city of Metropolis."

"I would love to go but....." she paused, " I....I..I would love to." She smiled.

"Alright then," Mr. Chaplin handed her another piece of paper, "you'll be staying with Jonathon and Martha Kent...."

~End Flashback~

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TBC