Author's Note: Sorry if the last chapter was kinda long, and I'm really
sorry if the characters keep drinking coffee. I had way too many cups of
the stuff so it's rubbing off on the characters. hehe. I swear. I am so
hyper!!! *sings* CHAPTER ELEVEN!!!!!
Oh and I haven't forgotten about Lana...
**This indicates someone's thinking **
Chapter 11
"Chloe, I think this is a crime scene."
"Ya think?" She said sarcastically, "just a few quick pictures." That's what she loved about Clark he was so caring, so sweet, so cute and lovable.
Jean stared at the yellow chalk line for a while, looking around it for any evidence, "What's this?" She picked up a green bead, "What do you think it's from?"
She held it up to Clark and the bead started to glow an eerie green. Clark was desperately trying to hide the pain that he was feeling from the meteor rock. This head was already pounding and he was starting to feel a little dizzy. The veins in his hands were bulging and swelling.
"Looks like a meteor rock," Chloe stated, "I knew they were involved in this somehow."
Jean examined the rock more closely, "So this is a meteor rock?" She handed the rock to Chloe.
"Yep. They're linked to a lot of the weird happenings in Smallville." Chloe said accepting the bead.
"Clark, you okay?" Jean peered into his eyes, something was definitely wrong.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine," He said nervously, "I just remembered something I have to do at home."
"Oh, okay." Jean called as he turned to leave.
Jean stayed for a little while longer, trying to be of some assistance. But the whole solving mysteries thing was kinda new to her.
"Well, I'm going to go and see if he's okay." Jean stood up and brushed herself off.
"Uhhh... yeah...Bye." Before Pete could finish his sentence Jean had already ran off.
"Okay." Chloe turned the bead over and over between her fingers.
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Jean walked all the way back to the farm, she should have taken the bus or asked Chloe or Pete to drive her back, but she really didn't want to bother them.
She walked down the abandoned street, the autumn wind whipped through her hair. She pulled her jacket closer. Jean knew that Clark wasn't telling her everything about him, but then again she hadn't told him everything about her either. It was something that she just couldn't exactly figure out, being a mutant and a telepathic one at that; she had gotten really good at reading people; comprehending and understanding them. Clark was just one person whom she couldn't figure out.
**Oh well, ** she stopped abruptly to find a rock blocking her path. **A meteor rock? **
It glowed the exact strange green color that the bead had earlier. **He was fine, until I found... the meteor rock. **
It didn't explain anything and was probably just a sheer conscience, but it did seem strange that he seemed to get sick only around the meteor rocks.
**Hah, ** she levitated the rock and it flung it into the woods.
Hickory Lane was just down this road, she could make it. It wasn't that far. This was one of those times that she wished she had super-speed like Pietro.
"Hey Clark!" He was working on the fence when she had interrupted him. "Need any help?"
"Jean, hey!" Clark pulled off the work gloves he had been wearing, not that he needed them. He just wasn't about to raise any suspicions, "So what happened after I left?"
"Nothing really, we just kept looking for evidence... clues, ya know stuff like that." She said picking up a pitchfork.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so are you sure you're okay?" She drummed her fingers over the handle of the pitchfork.
"Uhhh, yeah... Why?" **Had she figured it out? **
"No reason, I just thought that you weren't feeling well. You didn't look so good back there."
"Um, I feel fine. Like I said, I just had stuff to do."
"Oh, okay." She shrugged, giving up. "So what do I do with this anyways?" Jean pointed to the pitchfork.
Clark laughed, "You're not serious are you?"
Jean crossed her arms, and stared at him exasperated.
"You are, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"City girl." He smiled.
"That was totally uncalled for," Jean attempted a pout, "remember Clark, I'm the one with the pitchfork. If you get outta line, I'll just *whack* ya." She made a swinging motion with the pitchfork.
"Whack...ya?" He laughed again, questioning her choice of words, "You wouldn't."
"You don't know that, and stop contradicting me!" She elbowed him in the side.
"Do you do that elbowing people in the side thing on purpose or is it a habit?"
"What? I... Hey, did you want help or not?"
"Fine, fine." Clark threw up his hands in defeat.
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"Well, well, well Stover," Staci rummaged through the article, "looks like you got what you deserved."
She flipped back her hair. "With this type of power I can make anyone and everyone do whatever I want."
There was a light knock at the door. Staci quickly shoved the newspaper under her bed, the red graffiti and hateful words noticeable on the front page.
"Lex!" She said cheerfully, "Hi!"
"Hi, I thought you might want something to eat, so I..."
"That's okay Lex, I'm fine!" Staci responded enthusiastically, also cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Okay, if you need anything..."
"I won't," another sickeningly sweet smile.
Lex turned to walk out, closing the door behind him.
Staci smiled wickedly, everything was working out for the best. Lex wouldn't have to worry anymore about deranged reporters or upset citizens.
Things in Smallville were going to change.
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Chuck Patterson slammed the front door to his house, "A another sunny day in the beautiful town of Smallville."
Sounds of neighing horses could be heard in the stable just behind the house. Chuck picked up a bag of horse feed and nonchalantly walked over to the stable.
He whistles to himself knowing that today was going to be a pretty good day, with "Luthorcorp's" chemical biohazards off of his property, everything was going smoothly, he could almost sense that today was just going to be one of those "good days".
Walking quickly and happily, he suddenly stopped unsuspectedly. A large figure lay blocking the path.
"RED!" Chuck dropped the horse feed and fell to his knees. Red, his beautiful Buckskin horse. Red, the mare that he entered in so many victorious horse races and shows, Red, his most prized possession, was dead. He moved the large head into his lap, stroking the horse's mane, tears falling from his eyes and staining his cheeks. "Who... who did this to ya girl?" Chuck cooed softly, trying to keep his voice from cracking. He hit the ground with his fist, his eyes fixed on the limp horse in front of him.
**What's that? ** He slowly got up and began walking toward the strange barrel that was stuck in an unhealthy patch of the field. It's contents rapidly dripping into the stream. Chuck hesitated at first, but gradually dipped his hand into the murky, black water.
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Oh and I haven't forgotten about Lana...
**This indicates someone's thinking **
Chapter 11
"Chloe, I think this is a crime scene."
"Ya think?" She said sarcastically, "just a few quick pictures." That's what she loved about Clark he was so caring, so sweet, so cute and lovable.
Jean stared at the yellow chalk line for a while, looking around it for any evidence, "What's this?" She picked up a green bead, "What do you think it's from?"
She held it up to Clark and the bead started to glow an eerie green. Clark was desperately trying to hide the pain that he was feeling from the meteor rock. This head was already pounding and he was starting to feel a little dizzy. The veins in his hands were bulging and swelling.
"Looks like a meteor rock," Chloe stated, "I knew they were involved in this somehow."
Jean examined the rock more closely, "So this is a meteor rock?" She handed the rock to Chloe.
"Yep. They're linked to a lot of the weird happenings in Smallville." Chloe said accepting the bead.
"Clark, you okay?" Jean peered into his eyes, something was definitely wrong.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine," He said nervously, "I just remembered something I have to do at home."
"Oh, okay." Jean called as he turned to leave.
Jean stayed for a little while longer, trying to be of some assistance. But the whole solving mysteries thing was kinda new to her.
"Well, I'm going to go and see if he's okay." Jean stood up and brushed herself off.
"Uhhh... yeah...Bye." Before Pete could finish his sentence Jean had already ran off.
"Okay." Chloe turned the bead over and over between her fingers.
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Jean walked all the way back to the farm, she should have taken the bus or asked Chloe or Pete to drive her back, but she really didn't want to bother them.
She walked down the abandoned street, the autumn wind whipped through her hair. She pulled her jacket closer. Jean knew that Clark wasn't telling her everything about him, but then again she hadn't told him everything about her either. It was something that she just couldn't exactly figure out, being a mutant and a telepathic one at that; she had gotten really good at reading people; comprehending and understanding them. Clark was just one person whom she couldn't figure out.
**Oh well, ** she stopped abruptly to find a rock blocking her path. **A meteor rock? **
It glowed the exact strange green color that the bead had earlier. **He was fine, until I found... the meteor rock. **
It didn't explain anything and was probably just a sheer conscience, but it did seem strange that he seemed to get sick only around the meteor rocks.
**Hah, ** she levitated the rock and it flung it into the woods.
Hickory Lane was just down this road, she could make it. It wasn't that far. This was one of those times that she wished she had super-speed like Pietro.
"Hey Clark!" He was working on the fence when she had interrupted him. "Need any help?"
"Jean, hey!" Clark pulled off the work gloves he had been wearing, not that he needed them. He just wasn't about to raise any suspicions, "So what happened after I left?"
"Nothing really, we just kept looking for evidence... clues, ya know stuff like that." She said picking up a pitchfork.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so are you sure you're okay?" She drummed her fingers over the handle of the pitchfork.
"Uhhh, yeah... Why?" **Had she figured it out? **
"No reason, I just thought that you weren't feeling well. You didn't look so good back there."
"Um, I feel fine. Like I said, I just had stuff to do."
"Oh, okay." She shrugged, giving up. "So what do I do with this anyways?" Jean pointed to the pitchfork.
Clark laughed, "You're not serious are you?"
Jean crossed her arms, and stared at him exasperated.
"You are, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"City girl." He smiled.
"That was totally uncalled for," Jean attempted a pout, "remember Clark, I'm the one with the pitchfork. If you get outta line, I'll just *whack* ya." She made a swinging motion with the pitchfork.
"Whack...ya?" He laughed again, questioning her choice of words, "You wouldn't."
"You don't know that, and stop contradicting me!" She elbowed him in the side.
"Do you do that elbowing people in the side thing on purpose or is it a habit?"
"What? I... Hey, did you want help or not?"
"Fine, fine." Clark threw up his hands in defeat.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, well, well Stover," Staci rummaged through the article, "looks like you got what you deserved."
She flipped back her hair. "With this type of power I can make anyone and everyone do whatever I want."
There was a light knock at the door. Staci quickly shoved the newspaper under her bed, the red graffiti and hateful words noticeable on the front page.
"Lex!" She said cheerfully, "Hi!"
"Hi, I thought you might want something to eat, so I..."
"That's okay Lex, I'm fine!" Staci responded enthusiastically, also cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Okay, if you need anything..."
"I won't," another sickeningly sweet smile.
Lex turned to walk out, closing the door behind him.
Staci smiled wickedly, everything was working out for the best. Lex wouldn't have to worry anymore about deranged reporters or upset citizens.
Things in Smallville were going to change.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chuck Patterson slammed the front door to his house, "A another sunny day in the beautiful town of Smallville."
Sounds of neighing horses could be heard in the stable just behind the house. Chuck picked up a bag of horse feed and nonchalantly walked over to the stable.
He whistles to himself knowing that today was going to be a pretty good day, with "Luthorcorp's" chemical biohazards off of his property, everything was going smoothly, he could almost sense that today was just going to be one of those "good days".
Walking quickly and happily, he suddenly stopped unsuspectedly. A large figure lay blocking the path.
"RED!" Chuck dropped the horse feed and fell to his knees. Red, his beautiful Buckskin horse. Red, the mare that he entered in so many victorious horse races and shows, Red, his most prized possession, was dead. He moved the large head into his lap, stroking the horse's mane, tears falling from his eyes and staining his cheeks. "Who... who did this to ya girl?" Chuck cooed softly, trying to keep his voice from cracking. He hit the ground with his fist, his eyes fixed on the limp horse in front of him.
**What's that? ** He slowly got up and began walking toward the strange barrel that was stuck in an unhealthy patch of the field. It's contents rapidly dripping into the stream. Chuck hesitated at first, but gradually dipped his hand into the murky, black water.
*********************************************************************** TBC