Chapter 3
Lana's voice had dropped to a low, hoarse whisper. Her head lowered as she clasped her hands together, a slight frown etched into her soft features. There was a pause that hung in the air, thick and heavy, almost an entity in its own. She looked across the table to Clark, who in turn slowly nodded his head quietly urging her on. "Luthor," she began quietly, "he wants to tear apart Smallville so he can continue to search for more meteor rocks."
Chloe was stunned, the weight of Lana's words rest uncomfortably in her mind. There were so many questions that needed to be answered, questions with answers she might not like. She looked across the table to Clark; he had remained quiet enough that Chloe almost forgot that he was there. His brow was furrowed in thought, slowly realization dawned upon him.
"It all makes sense now," he said slowly. His voice was hollow, lacking the emotions that made him who he was. His eyes seemed to flicker in the low light of the building; removing his glasses he rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose.
Lana placed a hand over his and squeezed it reassuringly, "Clark what makes sense, if you can find some logic in this believe me we're dying to know."
"Lana, I have to go check on something, can you meet us at my parents house later tonight around nine o'clock?" There was a hushed urgency in his tone, his jaw was set solidly in grim determination. Lana slowly nodded her head, her eyes locked with his for the briefest of moments. "I'll be right over after I close up for the night. Clark, what's the matter?"
He rested his glasses on the bridge of his nose; his blue eyes seemed to be a bit darker than normal. "I'll tell you later tonight," he said distantly. Lana nodded once more then stood up, looking back once more at Clark, her almond shape eyes were slanted in sadness.
Chloe placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a slight smile on her face. "Clark, are you alright?"
He nodded as he stood up, Chloe could feel that there was something he wasn't sharing. She followed him out of the Talon, going back to the same alley they landed in. Clark faced the end of the alley, his back to Chloe. There were things that need to be said but he wasn't sure how to go about them. Chloe placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice a soft whisper. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
He nodded slowly; his words were low and subdued. "He knows, Chloe. He knows I'm Superman. That's the only reason he's threatening to tear apart Smallville, he's using the town to get to me."
Chloe was now thoroughly confused; there were too many pieces of the puzzle that didn't match up properly. She began to pace back and forth in the alleyway, trying to make sense of what little pieces of information she had. "Oh my god," she quietly, "Lex knows."
Clark nodded silently his eyes darkened by the somber mood, "I have to go to my parent's house to check on a few things, I don't expect I can convince you to stay here? Right, I should have known better."
"Face it Kent, you're stuck with me till we get to the bottom of this, it'll be just like old times." She smiled as she tried to change the atmosphere, "and besides now I have legitimate proof that Smallville is Wall of Weird material."
He sighed heavily as he gathered her in his arms preparing for the short flight to his parents home. "It took you a better part of nine years to finally figure that out, I could have told you that. But then again, I'm an alien."
The fight to the Kent farm was short, lasting only about a few seconds; it was still fast enough to make Chloe's head spin once more. Arriving behind the red barn and hay loft which Clark had made his Fortress of Solitude when he was younger, Chloe was amazed at how well kept the farm was.
The Kent farm was one of the major staples to Smallville, sprawling for several acres. Like most things in the small town it was family owned and operated, passed down from generation to generation. Living mostly off the land the Kents farm was their main source of income, who knows how the Luthor's plant to take over Smallville might affect them. Chloe sighed; once again a Luthor had managed to take away another bright point in her life.
They walked to the front door of the Kent home, the musty smell of wood gave the home a uniqueness all its own. The front room was well kept, a small sofa and several chairs encompassed a coffee table which had a variety of magazines arranged neatly on it. The house had a warm glow about it in the light of the setting sun; golden orange colors highlighted the finished wood. The house had a euphoric feel to it, not a home that was built but rather born and aged to perfection like a fine wine.
Clark smiled slightly as he looked about the house, Chloe could see that he seemed relieved for the time being. The weight of being the worlds champion had been lifted from his shoulders, to Chloe that was the real Clark Kent.
Chloe made herself comfortable on the sofa leafing through the assortment of magazines. They were mostly magazines on organic farming and living, occasionally there were a few art magazines. They were greeted a few moments later by a petite woman, her strawberry blond hair was mixed with some grey. Her green eyes sparkled warmly at her son, smile lines ebbed from the corner of her eyes. Quickly crossing the room, she wrapped Clark in a hug.
"Clark, I wasn't expecting you to come home for dinner till Friday. I was upstairs sewing a cape onto a new uniform for you when I heard a noise down." she trailed off as she noticed that Chloe was sitting on the couch listening with rapt attention. She glanced back to Clark confusion evident on her face.
"It's okay Mom, she already knows. Besides, I'm not ashamed to say that my mother still dresses me." Clark's eyes gleamed mischievously for a brief moment, the sparkle slowly faded as he remembered what he came to accomplish. "Mom, is Dad around? I need to speak with him, it's kind of important."
Martha took a second to think, "He should be out in the field checking on the soil for planting this season. What's the matter?"
His eyes narrowed frustration, "I think that Luthor is trying to take over Smallville, knowing him if it a means to an end.he won't hesitate in using a person's weakness."
A/N: Don't worry I'm still chomping at the bit, but I may take a break from this story to write an interlude to it. I'm planning to explain what is that makes Lex go over to the dark side, don't worry I'm gonna finish this one.
Lana's voice had dropped to a low, hoarse whisper. Her head lowered as she clasped her hands together, a slight frown etched into her soft features. There was a pause that hung in the air, thick and heavy, almost an entity in its own. She looked across the table to Clark, who in turn slowly nodded his head quietly urging her on. "Luthor," she began quietly, "he wants to tear apart Smallville so he can continue to search for more meteor rocks."
Chloe was stunned, the weight of Lana's words rest uncomfortably in her mind. There were so many questions that needed to be answered, questions with answers she might not like. She looked across the table to Clark; he had remained quiet enough that Chloe almost forgot that he was there. His brow was furrowed in thought, slowly realization dawned upon him.
"It all makes sense now," he said slowly. His voice was hollow, lacking the emotions that made him who he was. His eyes seemed to flicker in the low light of the building; removing his glasses he rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose.
Lana placed a hand over his and squeezed it reassuringly, "Clark what makes sense, if you can find some logic in this believe me we're dying to know."
"Lana, I have to go check on something, can you meet us at my parents house later tonight around nine o'clock?" There was a hushed urgency in his tone, his jaw was set solidly in grim determination. Lana slowly nodded her head, her eyes locked with his for the briefest of moments. "I'll be right over after I close up for the night. Clark, what's the matter?"
He rested his glasses on the bridge of his nose; his blue eyes seemed to be a bit darker than normal. "I'll tell you later tonight," he said distantly. Lana nodded once more then stood up, looking back once more at Clark, her almond shape eyes were slanted in sadness.
Chloe placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a slight smile on her face. "Clark, are you alright?"
He nodded as he stood up, Chloe could feel that there was something he wasn't sharing. She followed him out of the Talon, going back to the same alley they landed in. Clark faced the end of the alley, his back to Chloe. There were things that need to be said but he wasn't sure how to go about them. Chloe placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice a soft whisper. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
He nodded slowly; his words were low and subdued. "He knows, Chloe. He knows I'm Superman. That's the only reason he's threatening to tear apart Smallville, he's using the town to get to me."
Chloe was now thoroughly confused; there were too many pieces of the puzzle that didn't match up properly. She began to pace back and forth in the alleyway, trying to make sense of what little pieces of information she had. "Oh my god," she quietly, "Lex knows."
Clark nodded silently his eyes darkened by the somber mood, "I have to go to my parent's house to check on a few things, I don't expect I can convince you to stay here? Right, I should have known better."
"Face it Kent, you're stuck with me till we get to the bottom of this, it'll be just like old times." She smiled as she tried to change the atmosphere, "and besides now I have legitimate proof that Smallville is Wall of Weird material."
He sighed heavily as he gathered her in his arms preparing for the short flight to his parents home. "It took you a better part of nine years to finally figure that out, I could have told you that. But then again, I'm an alien."
The fight to the Kent farm was short, lasting only about a few seconds; it was still fast enough to make Chloe's head spin once more. Arriving behind the red barn and hay loft which Clark had made his Fortress of Solitude when he was younger, Chloe was amazed at how well kept the farm was.
The Kent farm was one of the major staples to Smallville, sprawling for several acres. Like most things in the small town it was family owned and operated, passed down from generation to generation. Living mostly off the land the Kents farm was their main source of income, who knows how the Luthor's plant to take over Smallville might affect them. Chloe sighed; once again a Luthor had managed to take away another bright point in her life.
They walked to the front door of the Kent home, the musty smell of wood gave the home a uniqueness all its own. The front room was well kept, a small sofa and several chairs encompassed a coffee table which had a variety of magazines arranged neatly on it. The house had a warm glow about it in the light of the setting sun; golden orange colors highlighted the finished wood. The house had a euphoric feel to it, not a home that was built but rather born and aged to perfection like a fine wine.
Clark smiled slightly as he looked about the house, Chloe could see that he seemed relieved for the time being. The weight of being the worlds champion had been lifted from his shoulders, to Chloe that was the real Clark Kent.
Chloe made herself comfortable on the sofa leafing through the assortment of magazines. They were mostly magazines on organic farming and living, occasionally there were a few art magazines. They were greeted a few moments later by a petite woman, her strawberry blond hair was mixed with some grey. Her green eyes sparkled warmly at her son, smile lines ebbed from the corner of her eyes. Quickly crossing the room, she wrapped Clark in a hug.
"Clark, I wasn't expecting you to come home for dinner till Friday. I was upstairs sewing a cape onto a new uniform for you when I heard a noise down." she trailed off as she noticed that Chloe was sitting on the couch listening with rapt attention. She glanced back to Clark confusion evident on her face.
"It's okay Mom, she already knows. Besides, I'm not ashamed to say that my mother still dresses me." Clark's eyes gleamed mischievously for a brief moment, the sparkle slowly faded as he remembered what he came to accomplish. "Mom, is Dad around? I need to speak with him, it's kind of important."
Martha took a second to think, "He should be out in the field checking on the soil for planting this season. What's the matter?"
His eyes narrowed frustration, "I think that Luthor is trying to take over Smallville, knowing him if it a means to an end.he won't hesitate in using a person's weakness."
A/N: Don't worry I'm still chomping at the bit, but I may take a break from this story to write an interlude to it. I'm planning to explain what is that makes Lex go over to the dark side, don't worry I'm gonna finish this one.