Author's Note: I know, I know. You've probably thinking, 'NO! They're multipling! Make him stop!' But as I stated in 'Spawns of the Lizard' this is how I write. I think up ideas and type them up so I don't forget them later. This way I can update these stories as I continue to think (yes, I think) of new ideas for them. This story is a crossover one. I'm going to bring Spider-Man (from the movie) and my favorite superhero T.V. show 'Smallville' together. The story takes place with Peter thinking about how his uncle was murdered. So engrossed in sorrow, he's hardly functioning at all. He sleeps, eats, does, homework, and then goes back to sleep. He hardly talked before, but now his silence is that of despair. He barely talks to Harry and only says the usaul 'Thanks' to the pity he recieves before walking off. So after Sophmore graduation(which in my story is a few weeks after Uncle Ben's death) his Aunt decides that it'd be best to take some time off from all the pain. She sends him to Smallville, a small town that she used to live in when she was a child. She tells him to find Jonathan Kent, a neighbor of hers from when she was a child. And so our story starts with Peter on a bus to Smallville.

Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing. Marvel owns Spider-Man and Spider-Man characters, WB owns Smallville, and D.C. owns Superman and all Superman characters. I only on this computer which is going to be 'collected' by the govt. if I can't pay the bills on time. Let the story begin.

His empty stare pierced through the window, vaguely watching the infinite number of trees and plains roll by. The country. He'd never been out of the city, or out in the country for that matter. But that wasn't important right now. All he could do was keep replaying the events on that tragic night over and over in his head. He remembered watching his ugly and twisted face ran past him as he did nothing to stop. Remembered telling the fight manager off and getting even over the money he cheated him out off. But in the end, it wasn't worth it, not even close.

He recalled seeing a large group of people huddled over one area on the sidewalk. He remembered breaking through the crowd and seeing his Uncle's body, lying on the ground, his jacket soaked in blood. He remembered tracking down and fighting the murdered, only to learn that, to his horror, it was the man he had let escape. By accident, the man tripped out of the warehouse window and fell to his death. But his death would not bring back his Uncle Ben. It would not heal the pain. His father figure was gone, and both he and his aunt were shattered. So she did what she thought to be best. She sent him away, to have some time with himself. To try and come to terms with what had happened. To find peace.

His gaze was averted to the front of the bus as it made a bumpy and graceless stop. The bus driver opened the doors.

"All those for Smallville, get out!" He snapped in a grouchy voice. He was obviously was having a bad day. Peter clutched his back pack a little tighter as he exited the bus with a few others. He looked around, finding only a handful of people standing there, half of which boarded the bus. A man soon approached him. He looked to be in his mid forties. His hair was a light shade of black and he wore some worn blue jeans and a t-shirt.

"Peter Parker?" he asked with a smile and an extended hand. Peter hesitantely took the hand and tried to force a smile.

"Yeah, that's me."

The man's smile grew and released his grip on Peter's hand.

"I'm Jonathan Kent. Your aunt called about a week ago and said you were coming over for awhile. Said you needed a break." His smile suddenly faded and he grew very serious. "I'm sorry Peter, about your loss. I just want you to know, that if you need something, anything, I'm here. All you have to do is ask."

Peter was taken back by this. This man, who he didn't even know and had never met, was willing to help Peter in any way he could, just like Harry and Aunt May. Peter had been kicked down so many times by the school bullies and ignored by everyone else that he almost thought it was impossible for someone to care. Well, besides Harry and May. His eyes watered a bit and this time, the smile came naturally.

"Thanks." He replied. Jonathan smiled and then after a pause he spoke.

"Want me to get your bag for you?"
Peter gripped it even tighter. Inside laid his costume that he used to fight Bonesaw. He had worn it many nights to try and ease the pain, and it did, a little.

"No, I got it."

"Okay." Jonathan lead Peter to a red truck and opened the passanger door for him.

"I'll take you home to meet Martha. Clark would've been here to pick you up, but he still has two more weeks of school," he said as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Clark?"

"My son. He's your age, I think. You two should get along pretty well. He'll introduce you to his friends. You'll like them."

Friends. A term that Peter wasn't at all used to. He only had three friends, one of which had died a few weeks ago. Peter's gaze returned to the scenery as they drove off.

*****

"RING!"

The once exsistting silence was now broken with hundreds of voices as students from all over departed from their classes as the the bell rang, signifying the end of another school day.

"Hey Clark!"

Clark turned his head to see a beautiful young girl approach him. Her blond hair covered part of her face as she ran to meet him.

"Hey Chloe. What's up?"

"Just wanted to know where you were off to in such a hurry."

"Oh, I'm going home to meet a nephew of my dad's old childhood friends. He's staying over for a few weeks. "

"Really? What's his name?"
"Peter Parker, I think."

"Wow, two Petes. Well, luckily we'll be able to tell them apart by age."
"Uh, actually Chloe, he's a sophmore too."

"Oh. Well, have him come to school sometime, I'd love to meet him."

"Me too," said a third voice.Clark turned to see an African American kid, short, but athleticaly built approach him.

"Hey Pete. Yeah, I think I'll bring him over tomorrow."
"That is, if you can finish Mr. Bowman's homework in time."

Clark smiled and ran home as Pete and Chloe started to discuss the huge amounts of homework they had recieved.