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Chapter 5
Clark sat up with a start the minute he woke up. He remembered what had happened and looked around. Lana was standing in front of him with an odd looking gun in her hand.
"Don't make any sudden movements," She said fiercely.
He glanced around the house. It was his. He was back at the farm. He looked over his shoulder and saw Pete, Eric, Kyle and his father.
"What.?" Clark couldn't think of what to say with a gun shoved in his face.
"We'll ask the questions," Pete told him forcefully. Jonathon gave him a second glance and seemed to come to a realisation.
"This is the kid from this morning," he told them.
"What? You mean you didn't recognise him?" Eric demanded.
"Well, he looks different. No make-up, different hair. and definitely different clothes," Jonathon reasoned.
Clark began to feel self conscious and unsure. They were talking about him like he wasn't even here.
"Okay, speak up," Lana turned to face him. "What's going on?"
"I wish I knew," Clark mumbled.
"What was that?" Pete pressed.
"I have absolutely no idea," Clark spoke up. "One minute I'm at my house. and the next I'm being prodded by a pitch fork," he glanced at Jonathon.
"Bullshit," Eric dismissed.
"No, hear him out," Kyle said. He seemed the only one to actually doubt this was the bad Clark.
"I was sucked through some sort of portal," Clark tried to explain. "There was a n explosion and it opened a hole that pulled me through to this world. I come from Smallville. but a different Smallville."
They fell silent for a moment, but Lana never let down her guard. What had happened to turn her so cold, he wondered.
"Sounds like a good story. but can you prove it?" She asked curiously.
Clark thought for a moment. "I have pictures," he told her. "Show me," she said.
He reached into his pocket. He had two pictures. One was of Pete Chloe and himself. The other was of him and his parents.
Lana stared at them and passed them around. When they came t Jonathon he choked.
"How did you. She's alive?" He asked.
Clark nodded. "Things weren't supposed to be this way."
"I think you need to do some explaining," Kyle told him.
* * *
*
Clark watched the car drive up to the farm that he so well remembered. He was about to step inside when he felt a cold presence swim around him. He had felt her before, been followed. She had a power over him, something he could not shake. But he would win in the end. He left the farm, vowing to come back for his double tomorrow. But then he'd bring reinforcements.
* * *
*
Chloe sat up in the bed, the sun shining through the slit in the curtain. Clark was getting dressed and with his back turned to her. Suddenly she noticed something. There was something glowing in his shoulder. Not on it, but in it. Like it was buried under the skin.
"Clark, why is your shoulder glowing," She asked curiously.
He looked in the mirror and then turned to her.
"It does that when there's a threat," he told her plainly.
"But what is it," she asked him.
"A little piece of home. It's been there all my life," he lied.
"Wow, so you're like a danger satellite," she joked. "I wonder what the danger is."
"I don't know. It's never glowed so much before. It's like it's pulsing, I can feel it," he confessed.
Suddenly he cowered over, holding his shoulder protectively. He groaned in pain and she stepped over to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Suddenly he straightened up again. "We have to go. It's my double. he's the danger."
Chapter 5
Clark sat up with a start the minute he woke up. He remembered what had happened and looked around. Lana was standing in front of him with an odd looking gun in her hand.
"Don't make any sudden movements," She said fiercely.
He glanced around the house. It was his. He was back at the farm. He looked over his shoulder and saw Pete, Eric, Kyle and his father.
"What.?" Clark couldn't think of what to say with a gun shoved in his face.
"We'll ask the questions," Pete told him forcefully. Jonathon gave him a second glance and seemed to come to a realisation.
"This is the kid from this morning," he told them.
"What? You mean you didn't recognise him?" Eric demanded.
"Well, he looks different. No make-up, different hair. and definitely different clothes," Jonathon reasoned.
Clark began to feel self conscious and unsure. They were talking about him like he wasn't even here.
"Okay, speak up," Lana turned to face him. "What's going on?"
"I wish I knew," Clark mumbled.
"What was that?" Pete pressed.
"I have absolutely no idea," Clark spoke up. "One minute I'm at my house. and the next I'm being prodded by a pitch fork," he glanced at Jonathon.
"Bullshit," Eric dismissed.
"No, hear him out," Kyle said. He seemed the only one to actually doubt this was the bad Clark.
"I was sucked through some sort of portal," Clark tried to explain. "There was a n explosion and it opened a hole that pulled me through to this world. I come from Smallville. but a different Smallville."
They fell silent for a moment, but Lana never let down her guard. What had happened to turn her so cold, he wondered.
"Sounds like a good story. but can you prove it?" She asked curiously.
Clark thought for a moment. "I have pictures," he told her. "Show me," she said.
He reached into his pocket. He had two pictures. One was of Pete Chloe and himself. The other was of him and his parents.
Lana stared at them and passed them around. When they came t Jonathon he choked.
"How did you. She's alive?" He asked.
Clark nodded. "Things weren't supposed to be this way."
"I think you need to do some explaining," Kyle told him.
* * *
*
Clark watched the car drive up to the farm that he so well remembered. He was about to step inside when he felt a cold presence swim around him. He had felt her before, been followed. She had a power over him, something he could not shake. But he would win in the end. He left the farm, vowing to come back for his double tomorrow. But then he'd bring reinforcements.
* * *
*
Chloe sat up in the bed, the sun shining through the slit in the curtain. Clark was getting dressed and with his back turned to her. Suddenly she noticed something. There was something glowing in his shoulder. Not on it, but in it. Like it was buried under the skin.
"Clark, why is your shoulder glowing," She asked curiously.
He looked in the mirror and then turned to her.
"It does that when there's a threat," he told her plainly.
"But what is it," she asked him.
"A little piece of home. It's been there all my life," he lied.
"Wow, so you're like a danger satellite," she joked. "I wonder what the danger is."
"I don't know. It's never glowed so much before. It's like it's pulsing, I can feel it," he confessed.
Suddenly he cowered over, holding his shoulder protectively. He groaned in pain and she stepped over to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Suddenly he straightened up again. "We have to go. It's my double. he's the danger."
