Chapter Three: Who Am I?

"Who do you think she is?" Jonathan asked Martha a few minutes later. They were seated at the kitchen table waiting for Clark who had taken the girl upstairs to the guestroom.

Martha shook her head. "I don't know. But she doesn't look like she's from Smallville."

Just then Clark came down the stairs. "She's asleep. Do you think we should take her to the hospital?"

"Well, son, with her...um...vanishing like that then reappearing, I don't think the hospital is such a good idea." Jonathan said. "I don't think they could help her."

"So I guess she stays here." Clark said, sitting down in the chair beside his father.

"If she gets any worse, then we have no choice but to take her to a doctor." Martha said. "How do you suppose she got those powers?"

"Meter rocks, maybe? We know meter rocks have the power to give people strange abilities." Jonathan said.

Clark shook his head. "I don't think she got those powers through the meter rocks."

"How do you know?" asked Martha.

"Because I didn't feel the effects of the meter rocks when I was around her. So I think she got those powers some other way."

Jonathan and Martha looked at each other then at their son. "I wonder how she got them then..." Martha's voice trailed.

"That, Martha," Jonathan said. "Is something she's going to have to explain herself."

While the Kent's where downstairs talking, the girl was just waking up. She opened her eyes, and for a moment, felt full of fear. Then, realizing that nothing was going to pop out of the closet and get her, she sat up in the bed.

She glanced around the pale yellow bedroom, trying to gather her thoughts and remember what had happened. But she couldn't. Where was she? How did she get here? Who WAS she? The girl's mind was a complete blank.

'I have to get out of here.' thought the girl. She pulled back the bed covers and stood up. Pain shot through her whole body and for a moment, it left her breathless. She recovered herself and walked to the door.

Hurrying down the hall she stopped at the head of the stairs. Voices! The girl stood lingering for a moment, trying to hear what they where saying.

"Well, she can stay. But if she starts to discover anything about you, Clark, she'll have to go."

"I know that dad."

"I better take her up some food when she gets up. She'll probably be starving." another voice said.

The girl ran back to her room and closed the door. "Well, I can't get out that way. One option left." she hurried over to the open window. Grabbing hold of the nearest tree branch, she climbed out the window and started slowly down the large oak tree.

Half way down, perspiration started drip down her face and her hands became slippery. Suddenly she lost her grip and tumbled to the ground.

She groaned as she landed on her stomach. In an instant strong hands where helping her to her feet. She brushed the dust from her clothes then turned to see who had helped her. It was a tall, dark haired young man with an innocent face and sparkling green eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He looked from her to the window and back again. "You could have used the front door. No extra charge."

The girl took no notice of his attempt at a joke so he decided on a different approach. "I'm Clark Kent." he held out his hand. "And you are?"

"I'm-...I'm-..." her voice trailed off. "I don't remember. I swear I don't remember..."

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