Title: Two Spaceships-Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Absolutely nothing.

Previously:

When Jonathon reached his son, he stopped for some air. Both father and son stood in front of the object, hesitating to go any further. Clark looked at his father and took a deep breath. The object was definitely familiar. It was silver and very similar to the one Clark owned. A spaceship, no less, had landed in the middle of their field.

Martha caught up to them and gasped. Just when Clark was about to take another step to bend down and take a look at it, the spaceship opened. A yellow vibrant beam of light surrounded them. Clark and his parents took a step back and shield their eyes from the light. When they looked back down at the ship, a little leg stepped out followed by another leg. Soon after, a little body appeared. Out walked a naked little girl with black long hair; green eyes and a little smirk just like Clark's.

Chapter II

Minutes seemed like hours when father and son were moving the ship down into the cellar. And with every step forward, thoughts ran though Clarks mind. Each one carrying him to the little girl. The cellar was fairly dark except for the light from the moon that was shining down into it. As if exposing a secret purposely, the light shined directly on Clark's ship. Clark set the ship down next to his own with the help of his dad's. After covering up the object, they started back up the stairway.

Jonathon nervously put his hand on his son's shoulder, "Clark." They were at the top of the cellar. A brush of wind swiftly swept over them, sending shivers down their back.

"Yeah?" Clark closed the cellar.

Jonathon licked his lips and looked at Clark in the eye. "Whatever happens after tonight-I just want you to know that your mother and I will still love you."

Clark nodded his head.

"I don't want you to be disappointed if what will happen or what's going to happen doesn't reach to your content. We don't want it to get the best of you, ok?"

"I know. Thanks, Dad." Clark forced a smile.

Within minutes, they were standing at the front of their door. Hesitated to walk in, Clark grabbed hold of the knob and turned it. Walking in, followed by his dad, Clark found the little girl on the couch eating chocolate cookies and wearing one of Clark's large and overwhelming t-shirt. Leaning against the counter in the kitchen was Martha, who was having a cup of coffee. She walked over to her husband while trying not to frighten the young child. Clark slowly sauntered over to the little girl, kneeling down just a few inches from her.

The little girl took a bite out of her cookie before meekly looking up at Clark. She gave him an innocent smile. There were a few crumbs of chocolate on her cheeks from the cookies. Her green eyes, full of comfort and mystery, reminded him of his own. Not only was there a connection between the two of them, but also Clark felt like he needed to comfort her somehow. He had to hold onto her; she was the only other kind that was like him on earth and all he could think of was to not let her get away. He had to protect her.

Suddenly, the little girl yawned, struck her arms out and stretched. So contagious that it made the whole family yawn, concluding that the night was over and everything should wait until the next morning. And they knew they didn't want to pry anything out of her yet, afraid that that she might get alarmed. The little girl knocked over the plate of cookies from her lap while falling asleep on the couch, with her palms pressed tightly together under her ear.

After waiting for her to completely doze off, Clark took the plate and handed it to his mom, then picked up the girl. He thought the little girl could get his room for the night and he could just sleep in the living room, but his mom suggested differently, "You should sleep in the room with her, just in case."

Clark looked down at the kid in his arms and nodded his head. Then he mouthed, "Good night" to his parents and headed up the stairs. He heard his father say to him, "Tomorrow, Clark. Tomorrow."

~*~

The digital clock on Clark's nightstand blinked 5:16 AM. Next to the nightstand was a rocking chair that Martha used to sit in while rocking young Clark to sleep. But this night, Clark was found sleeping in it, with a blanket wrapped around him. The little girl was placed on his bed and was tucked in earlier that night.

It was nearly dawn, when Clark's body suddenly jerked and his head started to move from side to side. His sweat was arousing around his temple, making his face luster from it. He was dreaming. Suddenly, a smiled spread across his face but was torn away after something that had obviously occurred in his dream causing him to frown. Moments later, Clark's eyes flew open and his vision was wrapped around the clock. It was 5:38 AM. He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, he noticed that the little girl was already awake, and was starring at him.

~*~

Martha sat up and blinked. She could faintly smell an aroma that had walked up the stairs and into their bedroom. She rubbed her eyes before adjusting to the light that had sneaked through the open blinds, filling the room with daylight. The sun had succeeded to rise again this morning just like any morning in Smallville. She found the room a little warm and slightly humid. Martha looked over at Jonathon, but found his side of the bed empty. Her eyes suddenly darted to the bathroom where Jonathon had just stepped out.

Jonathon noticed that she was awake, who was looking as beautiful as ever. He smiled at her. "Good morning."

Martha replied by slumping back into her bed. She suddenly felt two hands pulling her off the bed and hearing the words, "Martha, I smell breakfast."

Sunday morning had crept over Saturday, even through all the disaster that had happened, and was imminent to bring out the best. Martha and Jonathon went downstairs to find Clark and the little girl making breakfast. Martha quickly glanced at her husband and smiled nervously before saying, "Morning." They knew Clark had never really made breakfast before, not to mention cooking anything before.

Clark turned around from the stove and saw his parents standing at the foot of the staircase. He smiled, "Morning." He had on an apron and was holding a red spatula, making scrambled eggs. Clark had made an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. The dining table held up two plates of pancakes, a plate of sausages, a few cereal boxes, milk, orange juice, and he was bringing around a plate of scrambled eggs. The parents walked over to the table taking a seat across the little girl who was happily eating her waffles with syrup covered all over her plate. After taking off the apron, Clark sat down next to the little girl; for a sec, they almost looked like a family.

Jonathon and Martha weren't sure of what to say, but they did want to talk about the little girl. Jonathon cleared his throat, "Clark, breakfast looks great. You made a lot." He cautiously looked over at the little girl and noticed a similarity between his son and her. Not that they look the same, because they definitely did, but that she reminded him of when Clark was younger. He remembered the first time he had met Clark from the first meteor shower. His truck had overturn from the impact of a meteor rock, and the fact that he had swerved his car made the landing worse. He had to squint his eyes before noticing that a little boy had appeared, with big relevant green eyes, beside their truck. The next thing he knew, his truck was lifted and turned right side up. The funny thing was that the little boy didn't seem to look scared or enraged. Heck, the kid was fine, except for the few black charcoal marks that were smeared on his naked body. His behavior was uncommon and so courteous that a stranger could have picked him up and the little boy wouldn't have complained.

Clark, responding to his dad's comment, shrugged, "No big deal. She was hungry."

Jonathon nodded his head and sighed. Finally he motioned Martha and Clark over to the living room where they could talk and at the same time keep an eye out on the little girl. The little kid didn't budge, just kept her eye on her plate.

After sitting down and rubbing his hands, Jonathon quickly glanced into the dinning room before speaking. "Clark, have you-"

"Dad, I had a dream last night. And not just some dream. She was in my dream and we were talking in this-this language. Definitely not English. And I think we were sitting in-" Clark closed his eye and a room formed in his head. "I was home, Dad. I felt like I was sitting in my room with her." Clark paused. "I remembered sitting there talking to her when the door opened and someone was about to walked in, but before I got a chance to see who it was, I woke up." Clark stood up and brushed his hand through his hair. "You know what the weirdest thing is? When I woke up, she was starring at me. Like she had the exact dream, too."

"What do you know about her?" Martha looked at her worried son and reached out to grab hand, finding it cold. "Do you possibly know her name?"

"Yeah, her name is Sidra. And she was calling me Kal-El in the dream. Do you think that's my real name?" Clark questioned.

Jonathon and Martha looked at each other. They weren't too sure what to think, "Perhaps. Do you know if she can speak English? Has she communicated with you this morning?"

Clark shook his head. "But I asked her if she was hungry and she nodded her head and followed me downstairs. The thing is, I don't know if I spoke English or the language from the dream." He sighed and looked over at Sidra and noticed for the first time that she was humming. The tune was soft and warm. It sounded familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

~*~

The family were all still sitting in the living room except for Sidra who was in the kitchen, when there was a soft knock on their front door before they all heard a voice, "Clark?" It was Lana. Usually they would hear her car approach, but they were too occupied with Sidra that they did hear anything.

Clark looked at his parents in desperation. Suddenly everything was happening so impulsively. What were they going to do with Sidra? Should they or should they not let Lana see Sidra? Could they trust Lana? Will they have to reveal Clark's secret to her?

"Let her in, but tell her you're busy," his father whispered. He and Martha got up and stood next to the little girl in the kitchen. He didn't know what else to do. But absolutely no sudden moves or the secret might be revealed itself.

Clark muttered ok before slowly opened his front door to find Lana standing with her hands in her pockets. "Hey, Lana." He took a step back and held the door open for her.

Lana laughed at the sight of Clark. He was still in his pajamas and his hair was a mess. And yet, she could always find something attractive about him. "Thanks." She walked in letting the aroma of breakfast hitting her. She glanced into the kitchen and greeted Mr. and Mrs. Kent. What really caught her eye was a little girl sitting at the dining table eating her breakfast. The little girl had gleaming black hair and looked petite in a large t-shirt that seem to spill over her body. Just when she was about to ask who the little girl was, Clark interrupted her.

"Uh, Lana, is it okay if I talk to you later? I'm kind of in the middle of something." Clark glanced over at his parents and then back at Lana and noticed that she was still starring at Sidra. He cleared his throat.

Lana's eyes were quickly linked to Clark's, "I'm s-sorry. Um, yeah sure. I was just checking on you guys-you know, from that whole catastrophe yesterday. I was going to head over to the Talon anyway. You can find me there, Clark." She opened the front door and then looked back. "Bye Mr. Kent, bye Mrs. Kent," and then headed out to her car.

Clark followed her out to the porch, calling her name and then said, "I'll definitely come by later."

Lana tilted her head to the side and smile, "Don't worry about it." Telling her that he was in a hurry or needed to be somewhere didn't surprise her. In fact, he did it so often that sometimes she would expected him to be gone when she would turn around. Clark Kent was always on the run; it was his trademark.

Clark watched Lana pull out of the driveway before going back into the house. Maybe I can bring Sidra with me when I go to the Talon. Then Lana can meet her, Clark thought. But when he mentioned the idea to his parents, they disagreed.

"It's too risky. If we knew more about Sidra, then we might consider it, but other than that we don't think it's the right thing to do." Martha looked at her husband for some support. She only wanted what's best for Clark and Sidra. Sidra got up and walked into the living room, surprisingly. Martha got up to turn the TV on for her, but Sidra beat her to it.

Jonathon looked at Clark. "Your mother's right. What if she started to speak the language from your dream?" He watched as Clark got uneasy from the question. "What if she has powers and uses it on someone-"

"Well, she would have used her abilities by now, don't you think, Dad?" Clark knew his parents were right, but he wanted to show that Sidra wasn't their enemy.

"Clark, it doesn't matter. She's still young and it's hard enough to keep a kid quiet and still. We don't want her to do anything unexpectedly." Martha lowered her voice. They still didn't know if the little girl could understand or speak English and they didn't want to insult or offend her. "How would you explain something if she did? You understand right, Clark?"

"Yeah."

"You go to the Talon and we'll stay here with Sidra. But if anyone asks, tell them that she's your cousin. And that she is only staying with us for awhile because her mother is out of town." Jonathon reassured his son.

Clark didn't answer his parents right away. He was getting second thoughts about going to the Talon; he didn't want to leave her with his parents. What if she runs away? "Maybe I shouldn't go until we get some answers-"

"Son, it's okay, we'll take care of her. We took care of you, didn't we?"

"Yeah." Clark let his parents clean the table while he got ready to go to the Talon. He ran up the stairs and jumped in the showers.

Clark wet his hair as the little sprinkle of waters came down on his face. Just as he was reaching for the bottle of shampoo, the dream from the night before flashed in his head, repeating the exact same scene. Someone was trying to open the door from his room. He noticed that the door seem to have been made of steel. In fact, the walls were made of it too. He looked around the room. There was a bed in one of the corners and a little metallic shelf above it. He stood up and noticed that on the shelf held a framed picture; it was a picture of him and Sidra. He whirled around as the door finally stood ajar and there was a man standing in front of him. His hair was black and his eyes were a shade of piercing green.

The bottle of shampoo dropped to his feet and Clark snapped out of it.

~*~

Clark was standing in his room, pulling a shirt on over his head when he realized that his door was opened. His heart started to beat rapidly and he thought that he was in that dream again. But standing by his door was Sidra, with her t-shirt drooping over her dirty feet. Clark sighed with relief while his heart returned to its normal pace. The little girl stood there with her hands to her side. Clark didn't notice it before, but the little girl had a little symbol marked on the side of her arm. He looked up at Sidra and noticed that she was smiling at him. Clark returned the smile before making his bed but stopped short was he heard his name coming from the little girl in the form of a question, "Kal-El?"

Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter up. Hopefully what I wrote will make up for it. Please review. Thanks.