This is my first Smallville fic and I wrote it last night between 3 and 5 am when I couldn't sleep. It's just a short fic. Hope you enjoy it!!
It's set in S2, maybe after Nocturne or Redux.

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THE TRUTH

"Marth? What happened?" Jonathan Kent entered the kitchen of the old farmhouse to find his wife pressing the phone against her stomach, obviously distressed, her face drained from all color.

"That guy just said he kidnapped Clark, and that he is going to expose his secret..."

"If..."

"No if.."

"But how did he know?" Martha shook her head.

"How could he kidnapped our son?" Again she shook her head, then, her voice almost a whisper, she found an answer.

"He knows his secret, so he probably knows about the meteor rocks."

"We have to find him, quickly."

Finally Martha snapped out of her trance. "We have to call Pete, ask when he'd last seen him."

"We'll go to the school, talk to him...Come on!" Grabbing their jackets they stormed out of their house and Jonathan started the car.

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"Pete!"

"Hey Mr Kent, Mrs Kent. Are you OK? You look like someone has died."

"When have you sen Clark for the last time this morning?"

"Lunch break, he said he wanted to run home for a minute..." He suddenly was on high alert. "Why? What's the matter?"

"Someone kidnapped him and wants to expose his secret..."

"But it's Clark. How could anybody fight him down?

"Apparently the guy knows the only way to ge hold of him...We have to find him."

"Find who?" Jonathan and Martha both swiveled around and looked directly at Lana and Chloe.

"Nothing..."

Pete interrupted Martha. "Clark's missing. We need to find him."

He intently looked at Jonathan. "Five people are better than three." The farmer nodded, Peter was right. If Chloe or Lana would find him and discover his secret they would deal with it then- that was still far better than the alternative.

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Lana had offered to search the woods. On her horse, she could cover more ground than anybody else. She still couldn't quite understand why Mr and Mrs Kent had refused to alarm the police. But there had been something about the way they'd looked at them...in the end she and Chloe had promised to keep it to themselves.

"Clark!! Clark?!!" She had been fighting her way through the forest for two hours no, and slowly she was losing hope.

"Where are you? Clark!!!"

"Lana!"

"Clark?!"

"I'm here." The voice was muffeled and sounded weak, not like Clark's voice at all. But it had to be him.

"Where are you?" She jumped from her horse and ran towards the sound of his voice. "Clark!"

"Lana, be careful!"

"What is such a nice young lady doing out here?" She felt something hard and cold pressed against her back.

"Who are you? What do you want with Clark?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but felt the lump rise in her throat. She heard the gun click.

"Who I am is none of your business. And Clark, let's just say I want his cooperation. But he is stubborn. Maybe you can help convince him." He shoved her forward, towards a well-covered entrance in the mountainside. The man didn't notice her reach into her pocket and drop her wallet to the ground.

After a few steps through complete darkness her eyes got used to it and she found herself infront of a metal container, the size of a small truck. The guy unlocked the metal door and shoved her inside.

"Clark!" Totally forgetting about the weapon that was still aimed at her, she dropped to her knees next to her friend. Clark lay on a metal cot, shivering, sweating, eyes glaced and half-closed, groaning. At least he recognized her. "Lana.."

"Well, maybe she might help convince you."

"Go to hell!" Clark spat out, his jaw clenched.

"I probably should give you some time to think about the situation. But keep in mind that you don't have that much time left. It would be a pity if you were wasted like that, but if you won't cooperate I don't have any use for you..."

With that the guy left the container and Lana heard the door being locked.

"Oh my God, Clark. What's the matter?" She laid a hand on his forehead, helplessly looking around.

"The stones...the green stones...I'm ...allergic..." he managed to spit out between gulps for air.

For the first time Lana noticed the meteor stones lying around. Quickly she got up, collected the stones and but them on a heap in the far corner. She cast worried glances at her friend as he lay on the cot in obvious pain. He tried to curl in a fetal position in order to protect himself from the pain, then he screamed, a piercing, heart-wrenching scream.

Lana covered the stones with her jacket, hoping that would lessen the imapct they seemed to have on Clark. As there was nothing else she could do, she returned to him and sat down on the edge of the cot.

"Clark. It's Ok, I'm here...it's Lana...Shhh." Slowly he calmed down a little, his breath still came in gasps, and his eyes still were glaced over with pain, but at least he didn't fight her.

"What's going on?"

"Lana?"

"Yeah, it's me. I'm here. Don't worry." She didn't believe her words herself, but for Clark's sake she tried to keep calm.

"He wants...me to kill...for him...steal for him..." His pulse slowed down, now he lay on the cot apathetically, staring in the distance. "I can't..."

"Shh, it's Ok."

"No..." His breathing quickened. "He has you now, I...can' t let him.."

"Clark, listen to me.We have to get out of here. Nothing's gonna happen, OK? Just keep on fighting." Gently she caressed his cheek and wiped away the sweat from his forehead. "I just don't understand..."

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TBC

Please let me know what you think!
English isn't my first language, I'm sorry about my mistakes!!