~Author's Note: Well, I was bored today, so I decided to right another
chapter of the story, even though I don't have any ideas. I'm just gonna
let them come to me.well, enjoy! Again, please r&r, I don't even know if
anybody is reading this! Or, just email me: click on my pen name!
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"Well, we'll be off now, guys." Clark yelled to the gang still sitting at the table near the counter.
"It was nice meeting you all!" Troy exclaimed as he waved to the gang that they are leaving behind. Both Troy and Clark were given waves as the exited the Talon.
"You got everything?" Clark asked Troy.
"Everything, no, but the essentials, yeah." Troy said as he pointed to his backpack.
"What did you leave behind in Metropolis?"
"A lot of stuff. Clothes, games, my T.V., my dog, the works." Troy said. "All that stuff isn't important right now. I just want to start over. With a new big brother."
Clark smiled. "Didn't you have a sibling back home?"
"Yeah, but my older brother and I don't like each other, really. We never exactly got along. I doubt that he is even looking for me, but out of everyone in my family, he's the most likely candidate."
" Hmm." Clark muttered. At that precise moment, Lex drove up beside Clark yet again.
"Clark? Are you still out? Ah, to be a kid again." Lex trailed off.
"Hey, Lex. I'd like you to meet Troy: he's homeless. Troy, this is Lex." Clark introduced.
"Wow. Hi, Lex." Troy shyly said.
"Hey Troy." Lex replied. "Are you shy Troy? Don't be around me. Oh.are you homeless because of my father? Gah, the legacy he is leaving with me."
"Oh, no, Mr. Luthor. I'm just, a little, uh, timid when it comes to big names, like yours." Troy managed to say.
"Lex isn't a big name, Troy. Although for what its short for, Alexander, than I guess it's longish."
Troy looked at Clark weirdly. "Uh, Lex? I think he meant "big" as in popular. You know, Luthor? Well known around the world." Clark explained.
"Oh. I, uh, knew that." Lex recovered. "It's, uh, part of my, um.comedy act! Yes."
"Right." Troy said slowly.
"Anyway, are you staying with the Kent's, Troy? Wonderful people. You'll like it there. Do you two want a ride?" Lex hastily changed the subject.
Clark looked at Troy with raised eyebrows. Troy then spoke up. "Sure, I wouldn't mind riding in that sweet ride of yours."
Clark started to laugh. "That didn't seem to be part of your character."
"Welcome to the enigma that is Troy McGill." Troy laughed.
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"Okay, Lex, thanks for the ride." Clark said as he got out of the car.
"Thank you, Mr. Luthor." Troy added.
"No prob, guys, anytime. For future references, Troy, don't call me Mr. Luthor: it reminds me of my father."
"Okay, Lex. See you later." Troy smiled, as Lex drove away.
"So, this is the Kent Farm." Troy said. "I like it: it's very homey."
Clark smiled. "It's not much, but I love it."
Troy followed Clark as he opened the front door. When they both entered, Clark yelled for his parents while entering the family room to see if they were there. Troy stayed in the kitchen admiring the decorations near and far. Then Clark yelled something at Troy.
"Troy? Feel free to look around. I'm just gonna look for my parents. If you need me, I'll be in the loft. I shouldn't be long, though. If you're thirsty, there's some juice in the fridge. There's also some food in the pantry. If you want to lie down, you can use the couch or go upstairs into my room: second bedroom on the left. Otherwise ." Clark rambled.
" . make yourself at home? I understand, Clark." Troy smiled.
Clark blushed at the fact that Troy summed up what he wanted to say in four words. He then turned around and headed for the loft. Troy took of his jacket and backpack and rested them on the kitchen table. He made his way to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"It's nice to sit on something comfortable for a change." He thought. At this time, Clark re-entered the house.
"Naw, they are not there. They must be out. That's weird. When I called about fifteen minutes ago, they were home." Clark pensively said.
"They probably won't be long."
"How do you figure?"
"They most likely wouldn't let anyone, especially someone from the street, stay at their own house and not even meet them immediately ." Troy stumbled. "Hold on, I just confused myself ..."
Clark laughed at the idea. Suddenly, Martha and Jonathan came through the door.
"Mom, Dad! Where did you go? I wasn't expecting an empty house when Troy and I got home."
"We just went to the general store to pick up some stuff. We didn't think we would be long." Martha said.
"Speaking of, where is this 'Troy' person you speak of?" Jonathan asked.
"He's in the living room."
"Okay, we want to talk to him for a bit." Jonathan said. Clark's smiling face was overcome with concern for Troy. "Don't worry, Clark, we want to know more about his life; why his parents kicked him out and stuff. We have a special son too." Jonathan consoled.
"Can you put the groceries away, Clark?" Martha asked. Clark nodded and Jonathan and Martha went into the living room.
"Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kent. How are you doing? Troy asked as he held out his hand.
Martha was surprised at the manners this young man possessed. "I'm fine, thank you, Troy. My name is Martha."
"I'm Jonathan."
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you. Thank you for allowing me to stay at your house."
"No problem, Troy. It'll be nice to have you here." Martha said.
"Yeah, even though Clark never asked directly, he's always wanted a brother." Jonathan said. "If you don't mind me asking, could you tell us how you got here?"
"Lex gave us a ride." Troy pointed to the main road using his thumb. Clark laughed as he entered the room.
Martha laughed nervously at the comment. "No, Troy, we meant . how you came to Smallville."
"Oh, well, I'll be more than happy to. It all started ."
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".So that's what happened." Troy concluded.
Martha lent a consoling rub-on-the-knee for support, while Jonathan pondered the story.
"Wow." Jonathan muttered.
"Isn't exactly the story of the year, but it's more than enough for me." Troy said, trying to smile as convincingly as possible.
"Well, you can stay here as long as you need to." Martha said. Jonathan nodded in agreement.
Troy smiled at the remark. "Thank you, Mrs. Kent."
Martha smiled. "It's Mom."
Troy smiled in embarrassment. "C'mon, Troy. Let me show you to my room. We can figure out a sleeping configuration later." Clark excitedly said.
As Troy and Clark ran up the stairs, they left Martha and Jonathan alone in the living room.
"What do you think?" Martha questioned.
"He seems nice. Very good manners." Jonathan replied.
"Clark told me that he has powers too. I'm going to make the assumption that Clark wants to tell him about his own too." Martha said as she thought about the conversation she and Clark had when Clark was at the Talon.
"What!? Is he crazy? Another person he wants to tell? What if Troy's lying? What if Clark was joking? I hope he was joking." Jonathan panicked.
"Jon, I just assumed it. However, I really think he wants to tell him."
Jonathan glared at Martha. "What make you so sure?" He said to her.
Martha crossed her arms, not liking what Jonathan had just said. "Because mothers know. In fact, five, four, three, two, one." She counted down as she pointed to the stairway after the one-count.
"Mom, Dad?" Clark yelled. Jonathan gave her a smirk while Martha laughed in victory. "Can I talk to you about something?
Jonathan spoke up. "The abilities that Troy apparently has?" He said.
"Yeah ." Clark said. "How did you know?
"Your mother told me."
"Can I tell him about mine?
" No. Absolutely not." Jonathan angrily refused.
"What? Why not?" Martha protested.
Jonathan looked at Martha for a while then Martha gave him "the look". Then he spoke up. "Fine. You can tell him, if he can prove these abilities. Down here." Jonathan gave in.
"Yes! Troy?" Clark yelled as he ran towards the stairwell. "Come down here for a minute."
Troy walked down the stairway calmly. "Yeah?"
"Clark says you have powers. You didn't mention that in your story." Jonathan sternly said.
"Uh . heh heh, yeah, I sorta gave you the, whaddayacall, 'Coles Notes' version of it." Troy stumbled.
Martha covered Jonathan's mouth. "What kind of abilities, Troy?" Martha's voice sounded so much nicer than Jonathan's.
"The power of health and spell." Troy explained. "I can cure anything external, from wounds to skin abnormalities, and I can create spheres of varying energy."
"Neat." Martha said.
Jonathan forced Martha's hand off of his mouth. "Would you mind showing us these abilities?" He oh-so nicely asked.
"Sure. You have a candle or something?" Troy asked.
Martha nodded and got a small pillar candle from the kitchen cabinet and set it on the coffee table. Troy closed his eyes and held out his right hand. As he chanted a few words to himself, a small fireball appeared, floating just above his hand. Martha gasped in amazement; Jonathan's jaw practically hit the floor; Clark smiled at his newly named brother. Troy then gave a gentle push with his right hand, and that force sent it flying towards the candle. Sure enough, the fireball landed right on the wick.
"Amazing!" Clark yelled, as he went to the candle and put it out. He pointed to the candle and said, "Do it again!"
"Wow! Does that take a lot out of you, Troy?" Martha asked.
"It depends on the size of what I want to do, anything from fire to water to wind to ice. Fatigue and appetite also affect it."
"What about the healing thing, Troy? What about that?" Jonathan said, desperately trying to be right.
"Oh right. Say, Mr. Kent, I saw a burn or something on your arm when I came down here. You mind if I look at it?" Troy asked.
Jonathan held out his left arm, which had a noticeable burn on it. Troy went over to Jonathan and bent down to inspect the burn. He put the palm of his left hand on it. Jonathan twitched at the slight pain. At this moment, Clark came in for a closer look. Troy then put the fingers of his right hand on the fingers of the left hand. When the hands were in place, they emitted a yellow glow. When the glow disappeared, Troy lifted up his hands and the burn was gone. Jonathan glanced down at his healed arm and his jaw hit the floor once again. Martha touched the arm to actually see if it was gone, and Clark applauded in appreciation.
"Wow." Martha said, dumbfounded. "It's really gone."
"Well, if you don't mind, I really want to take a shower in a real bathroom. I've noticed that the river doesn't exactly smell very good. And, those two things really took a lot out of me." Troy said with a sigh.
"So? Can I tell him? He wasn't lying." Clark said giddily.
"Fine, you can tell him." Jonathan said as he sulked in defeat.
"Yes! Whoo-whoo!" Clark exclaimed as he threw his hands in the air and walked up the stairs.
Jonathan looked at the candle that Clark put out and to the arm without the burn on it. "Incredible."
*****
Clark lay on his bed reading a study sheet for biology. He looked up to see Troy enter his room, fully dressed.
"Where did you get those clean clothes?" Clark asked.
"Its just part of the clothes that I have stashed in my backpack. I went to the Laundromat last week and washed my clothes."
"You have money?"
"Yes and no. Before the throwing-out incident, I stole some jewellery from my mothers . jewellery . case thingy."
"That's not very nice."
"Revenge is a bitch, Clark." Troy giggled. "I pawned most of them for a whole lotta dough."
"Its so nice to know that you can take care of yourself." Clark smiled.
Troy smiled back at him, as he went through his bag. Clark spoke up again. "My mom's gonna put you in my school. She knew that you were smart, judging from the vocabulary of long words that you use."
"I miss school." Troy said. "Even though I don't like it. Truth be told, if children were given the choice to go to school or not, I'd still go."
"Yeah." Clark pondered, as he remembered that we wanted to tell Troy. "Hey Troy, can I tell you something?"
"Sure, Clark. Go right ahead." Troy said.
"I, um ." Clark stumbled for a bit. "I have . abilities too." He managed to spit out.
Troy rummaged though his bag, as if he didn't hear him. Nonetheless, Clark continued. "So far, I have super-strength, x-ray vision, fire- throwing type stuff, super speed, and . huh. That list seemed longer in my head." Troy was still looking through his bag, as if he was now ignoring Clark.
"Troy? Did you hear me?" Troy then looked up, and then said, "Yeah, I heard."
Clark nervously said, "You have anything to say about my abilities?"
"I know."
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~That's not much of a cliffhanger, I know. Hell, it's not even a . stairhanger . sorry, tried to think of something that wasn't as high as a cliff, and all I could think of was the first step in a stairwell. Anyway, I hope that chapter was better. I liked it, judging from the length of this one. Sorry for all the Lex fans (along with myself; Clark and Lex rule!), I hope to incorporate him in the next chapter. Again, please R&R!
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"Well, we'll be off now, guys." Clark yelled to the gang still sitting at the table near the counter.
"It was nice meeting you all!" Troy exclaimed as he waved to the gang that they are leaving behind. Both Troy and Clark were given waves as the exited the Talon.
"You got everything?" Clark asked Troy.
"Everything, no, but the essentials, yeah." Troy said as he pointed to his backpack.
"What did you leave behind in Metropolis?"
"A lot of stuff. Clothes, games, my T.V., my dog, the works." Troy said. "All that stuff isn't important right now. I just want to start over. With a new big brother."
Clark smiled. "Didn't you have a sibling back home?"
"Yeah, but my older brother and I don't like each other, really. We never exactly got along. I doubt that he is even looking for me, but out of everyone in my family, he's the most likely candidate."
" Hmm." Clark muttered. At that precise moment, Lex drove up beside Clark yet again.
"Clark? Are you still out? Ah, to be a kid again." Lex trailed off.
"Hey, Lex. I'd like you to meet Troy: he's homeless. Troy, this is Lex." Clark introduced.
"Wow. Hi, Lex." Troy shyly said.
"Hey Troy." Lex replied. "Are you shy Troy? Don't be around me. Oh.are you homeless because of my father? Gah, the legacy he is leaving with me."
"Oh, no, Mr. Luthor. I'm just, a little, uh, timid when it comes to big names, like yours." Troy managed to say.
"Lex isn't a big name, Troy. Although for what its short for, Alexander, than I guess it's longish."
Troy looked at Clark weirdly. "Uh, Lex? I think he meant "big" as in popular. You know, Luthor? Well known around the world." Clark explained.
"Oh. I, uh, knew that." Lex recovered. "It's, uh, part of my, um.comedy act! Yes."
"Right." Troy said slowly.
"Anyway, are you staying with the Kent's, Troy? Wonderful people. You'll like it there. Do you two want a ride?" Lex hastily changed the subject.
Clark looked at Troy with raised eyebrows. Troy then spoke up. "Sure, I wouldn't mind riding in that sweet ride of yours."
Clark started to laugh. "That didn't seem to be part of your character."
"Welcome to the enigma that is Troy McGill." Troy laughed.
*****
"Okay, Lex, thanks for the ride." Clark said as he got out of the car.
"Thank you, Mr. Luthor." Troy added.
"No prob, guys, anytime. For future references, Troy, don't call me Mr. Luthor: it reminds me of my father."
"Okay, Lex. See you later." Troy smiled, as Lex drove away.
"So, this is the Kent Farm." Troy said. "I like it: it's very homey."
Clark smiled. "It's not much, but I love it."
Troy followed Clark as he opened the front door. When they both entered, Clark yelled for his parents while entering the family room to see if they were there. Troy stayed in the kitchen admiring the decorations near and far. Then Clark yelled something at Troy.
"Troy? Feel free to look around. I'm just gonna look for my parents. If you need me, I'll be in the loft. I shouldn't be long, though. If you're thirsty, there's some juice in the fridge. There's also some food in the pantry. If you want to lie down, you can use the couch or go upstairs into my room: second bedroom on the left. Otherwise ." Clark rambled.
" . make yourself at home? I understand, Clark." Troy smiled.
Clark blushed at the fact that Troy summed up what he wanted to say in four words. He then turned around and headed for the loft. Troy took of his jacket and backpack and rested them on the kitchen table. He made his way to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"It's nice to sit on something comfortable for a change." He thought. At this time, Clark re-entered the house.
"Naw, they are not there. They must be out. That's weird. When I called about fifteen minutes ago, they were home." Clark pensively said.
"They probably won't be long."
"How do you figure?"
"They most likely wouldn't let anyone, especially someone from the street, stay at their own house and not even meet them immediately ." Troy stumbled. "Hold on, I just confused myself ..."
Clark laughed at the idea. Suddenly, Martha and Jonathan came through the door.
"Mom, Dad! Where did you go? I wasn't expecting an empty house when Troy and I got home."
"We just went to the general store to pick up some stuff. We didn't think we would be long." Martha said.
"Speaking of, where is this 'Troy' person you speak of?" Jonathan asked.
"He's in the living room."
"Okay, we want to talk to him for a bit." Jonathan said. Clark's smiling face was overcome with concern for Troy. "Don't worry, Clark, we want to know more about his life; why his parents kicked him out and stuff. We have a special son too." Jonathan consoled.
"Can you put the groceries away, Clark?" Martha asked. Clark nodded and Jonathan and Martha went into the living room.
"Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kent. How are you doing? Troy asked as he held out his hand.
Martha was surprised at the manners this young man possessed. "I'm fine, thank you, Troy. My name is Martha."
"I'm Jonathan."
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you. Thank you for allowing me to stay at your house."
"No problem, Troy. It'll be nice to have you here." Martha said.
"Yeah, even though Clark never asked directly, he's always wanted a brother." Jonathan said. "If you don't mind me asking, could you tell us how you got here?"
"Lex gave us a ride." Troy pointed to the main road using his thumb. Clark laughed as he entered the room.
Martha laughed nervously at the comment. "No, Troy, we meant . how you came to Smallville."
"Oh, well, I'll be more than happy to. It all started ."
*****
".So that's what happened." Troy concluded.
Martha lent a consoling rub-on-the-knee for support, while Jonathan pondered the story.
"Wow." Jonathan muttered.
"Isn't exactly the story of the year, but it's more than enough for me." Troy said, trying to smile as convincingly as possible.
"Well, you can stay here as long as you need to." Martha said. Jonathan nodded in agreement.
Troy smiled at the remark. "Thank you, Mrs. Kent."
Martha smiled. "It's Mom."
Troy smiled in embarrassment. "C'mon, Troy. Let me show you to my room. We can figure out a sleeping configuration later." Clark excitedly said.
As Troy and Clark ran up the stairs, they left Martha and Jonathan alone in the living room.
"What do you think?" Martha questioned.
"He seems nice. Very good manners." Jonathan replied.
"Clark told me that he has powers too. I'm going to make the assumption that Clark wants to tell him about his own too." Martha said as she thought about the conversation she and Clark had when Clark was at the Talon.
"What!? Is he crazy? Another person he wants to tell? What if Troy's lying? What if Clark was joking? I hope he was joking." Jonathan panicked.
"Jon, I just assumed it. However, I really think he wants to tell him."
Jonathan glared at Martha. "What make you so sure?" He said to her.
Martha crossed her arms, not liking what Jonathan had just said. "Because mothers know. In fact, five, four, three, two, one." She counted down as she pointed to the stairway after the one-count.
"Mom, Dad?" Clark yelled. Jonathan gave her a smirk while Martha laughed in victory. "Can I talk to you about something?
Jonathan spoke up. "The abilities that Troy apparently has?" He said.
"Yeah ." Clark said. "How did you know?
"Your mother told me."
"Can I tell him about mine?
" No. Absolutely not." Jonathan angrily refused.
"What? Why not?" Martha protested.
Jonathan looked at Martha for a while then Martha gave him "the look". Then he spoke up. "Fine. You can tell him, if he can prove these abilities. Down here." Jonathan gave in.
"Yes! Troy?" Clark yelled as he ran towards the stairwell. "Come down here for a minute."
Troy walked down the stairway calmly. "Yeah?"
"Clark says you have powers. You didn't mention that in your story." Jonathan sternly said.
"Uh . heh heh, yeah, I sorta gave you the, whaddayacall, 'Coles Notes' version of it." Troy stumbled.
Martha covered Jonathan's mouth. "What kind of abilities, Troy?" Martha's voice sounded so much nicer than Jonathan's.
"The power of health and spell." Troy explained. "I can cure anything external, from wounds to skin abnormalities, and I can create spheres of varying energy."
"Neat." Martha said.
Jonathan forced Martha's hand off of his mouth. "Would you mind showing us these abilities?" He oh-so nicely asked.
"Sure. You have a candle or something?" Troy asked.
Martha nodded and got a small pillar candle from the kitchen cabinet and set it on the coffee table. Troy closed his eyes and held out his right hand. As he chanted a few words to himself, a small fireball appeared, floating just above his hand. Martha gasped in amazement; Jonathan's jaw practically hit the floor; Clark smiled at his newly named brother. Troy then gave a gentle push with his right hand, and that force sent it flying towards the candle. Sure enough, the fireball landed right on the wick.
"Amazing!" Clark yelled, as he went to the candle and put it out. He pointed to the candle and said, "Do it again!"
"Wow! Does that take a lot out of you, Troy?" Martha asked.
"It depends on the size of what I want to do, anything from fire to water to wind to ice. Fatigue and appetite also affect it."
"What about the healing thing, Troy? What about that?" Jonathan said, desperately trying to be right.
"Oh right. Say, Mr. Kent, I saw a burn or something on your arm when I came down here. You mind if I look at it?" Troy asked.
Jonathan held out his left arm, which had a noticeable burn on it. Troy went over to Jonathan and bent down to inspect the burn. He put the palm of his left hand on it. Jonathan twitched at the slight pain. At this moment, Clark came in for a closer look. Troy then put the fingers of his right hand on the fingers of the left hand. When the hands were in place, they emitted a yellow glow. When the glow disappeared, Troy lifted up his hands and the burn was gone. Jonathan glanced down at his healed arm and his jaw hit the floor once again. Martha touched the arm to actually see if it was gone, and Clark applauded in appreciation.
"Wow." Martha said, dumbfounded. "It's really gone."
"Well, if you don't mind, I really want to take a shower in a real bathroom. I've noticed that the river doesn't exactly smell very good. And, those two things really took a lot out of me." Troy said with a sigh.
"So? Can I tell him? He wasn't lying." Clark said giddily.
"Fine, you can tell him." Jonathan said as he sulked in defeat.
"Yes! Whoo-whoo!" Clark exclaimed as he threw his hands in the air and walked up the stairs.
Jonathan looked at the candle that Clark put out and to the arm without the burn on it. "Incredible."
*****
Clark lay on his bed reading a study sheet for biology. He looked up to see Troy enter his room, fully dressed.
"Where did you get those clean clothes?" Clark asked.
"Its just part of the clothes that I have stashed in my backpack. I went to the Laundromat last week and washed my clothes."
"You have money?"
"Yes and no. Before the throwing-out incident, I stole some jewellery from my mothers . jewellery . case thingy."
"That's not very nice."
"Revenge is a bitch, Clark." Troy giggled. "I pawned most of them for a whole lotta dough."
"Its so nice to know that you can take care of yourself." Clark smiled.
Troy smiled back at him, as he went through his bag. Clark spoke up again. "My mom's gonna put you in my school. She knew that you were smart, judging from the vocabulary of long words that you use."
"I miss school." Troy said. "Even though I don't like it. Truth be told, if children were given the choice to go to school or not, I'd still go."
"Yeah." Clark pondered, as he remembered that we wanted to tell Troy. "Hey Troy, can I tell you something?"
"Sure, Clark. Go right ahead." Troy said.
"I, um ." Clark stumbled for a bit. "I have . abilities too." He managed to spit out.
Troy rummaged though his bag, as if he didn't hear him. Nonetheless, Clark continued. "So far, I have super-strength, x-ray vision, fire- throwing type stuff, super speed, and . huh. That list seemed longer in my head." Troy was still looking through his bag, as if he was now ignoring Clark.
"Troy? Did you hear me?" Troy then looked up, and then said, "Yeah, I heard."
Clark nervously said, "You have anything to say about my abilities?"
"I know."
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~That's not much of a cliffhanger, I know. Hell, it's not even a . stairhanger . sorry, tried to think of something that wasn't as high as a cliff, and all I could think of was the first step in a stairwell. Anyway, I hope that chapter was better. I liked it, judging from the length of this one. Sorry for all the Lex fans (along with myself; Clark and Lex rule!), I hope to incorporate him in the next chapter. Again, please R&R!