AN: Thanks to everyone for reviewing! (and just in case you forgot... I don't own Smallville. Sad, really because just think of the things that would happen if someone from ff.net owned Smallville... Oh, the possibilities!!! Muhahaha!!!) Oh, yeah... This is going to be Clana-ish (I say "ish" because I don't guarantee that they will get together or anything). On to the story....

Chapter Two: Discovery

I found out the summer that I was ten years old. I had lost my necklace somewhere -- quite possibly outside -- and felt sure I would never see it again. The one link I had to my parents was lost, and I was devastated.

Nell told me not to worry, that we would find it. We would look as soon as the sun came up; we would get a metal detector; we would hire a psychic; we would pray to Saint Anthony, the patron saint of lost things. Even with this reassurance, I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up at the crack of dawn and went outside immediately, not even pausing to eat or get dressed. I looked absolutely everywhere I had been the day before, and then everywhere else outside. When I had looked in every nook and cranny and still hadn't found my necklace, I went inside to look there.

Nell was in hysterics. "Lana! Lana, oh my God, where have you been?! I woke up and you were gone! Do you have any idea how worried --" She broke off when she saw that I was crying.

"Oh honey," Nell sighed, and knelt down to give me a hug. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just worried about you! What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I can't f-find it!" I sobbed.

"Oh, Lana," Nell said, giving me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry too much yet -- we haven't even begun to look." She got up and poured two glasses of lemonade. "I've got to call the Kents and tell them I've found you. Why don't you go out onto the porch? We'll start looking again as soon as I'm done. It'll be just a minute."

I slowly walked out onto the porch and plunked my self down on the steps. As I stared into my glass of lemonade, watching the ice cubes melt, a tear slipped off my cheek and into the glass.

It was green. A shimmering, sparkling, swirling green-tinted tear that slowly mingled with the pale yellow lemonade. I remember thinking, That's pretty.

Then the screen door squeaked open and banged shut, and Nell sat down beside me.

"Clark's going to come help us look," she said in a quiet voice. "Where did you look already this morning?"

Tears flooded back. "E-everywhere!" I cried, and collapsed into sobs again. My parents were gone, gone, gone. Most people don't remember things that happened when they were three. But as I squeezed my eyes shut and sobbed into Nell's sweater, I saw the scene as clearly as if it was happening then. My parents were there, getting out of their car, happy, smiling, and waving to me. And then... The tears came faster as I saw the green explosion that changed my life forever.

Nell rocked me slowly back and forth, making comforting noises and stroking my hair. She pulled back and wiped the tears off my cheeks. Her fingers shone with a green tint from my tears. Green... I thought, and something in my mind said no, that can't be right...

"If it's any consolation," Nell said, "I wish, with all my heart, that you would find your necklace right now." She smiled at me.

And then I knew -- I knew -- where my necklace was. I jumped up and ran across the porch to the potted flowers I had watered the day before. My necklace was there, peeking between the flowers -- a luminous green meteor in an ornate setting. I had found my parents again.

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It happened several other times that summer.

When a neighbor's dog attacked a squirrel in our yard, killing the squirrel in front of me, Nell wished it dead. The dog fell over -- dead, just like that.

When I scraped my knees playing tag at Clark's, Mrs. Kent said, "I wish I had some pretty roses for you. That would make you feel better, right sweetheart?" Pink roses appeared on the kitchen table, which had been clear before.

By the time school began that fall, I knew something was wrong with my tears. If someone wished for something when I cried, it came true. Always.

I decided never to cry again.

AN: this is my plea for help because I have several ideas of where I want this fic to go, but I just can't get it there!!! So if someone wants to co- write this w/ me, or just help me a bit, I would be eternally grateful! Sorry this chapter's so short. I'll try for longer next time, I swear. Please review. Just click the little button... come on, you can do it!