Author's Note: Once again, thank you all for your reviews. The Chiefs won once again, beating the Raiders 17 to 10 making their record 7 and 0. GO CHIEFS!!! Smallville is great, as usual. And what else? Oh yes.

*Warning. Do not read unless you want to be spoiled. Major spoiler ahead.*

*Warning.*

*Warning*

*Warning*

*Okay, I warned you. Last chance. Don't read unless you want to be spoiled.*

*SPOILER*

The sky is blue.

No seriously, the Luthor's will make their appearance in the next chapter or so as will the villain. Or is that villains?! Hm. Anyway, he's the next chapter. Enjoy.

She watched him, worriedly. For how long she wasn't sure. She was still trying to take in the scene laid before her. He was crouched on the ledge in a position that any other person would fall from with the slightest touch. But it looked as though nothing could part him from the narrow strip of wood he was on. His gaze seemed to be distant, adrift. She had entered the barn looking for Clark, seeing how he usually hung up there to be to himself and look at the stars with his telescope. But instead, she had found Peter, crouched on the three inch ledge. It was a most curious sight to her. Part of her wanted to call out his name, break the silence, talk to him. The other part stood mystified by the figure, and only wanted to continue watching.

She tried to silently climb the wooden stair case. It creak as she did but Peter seemed to have not noticed, or, simply not cared. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her and the silence was broken with the sound of her voice.

"Peter? Are you alright?"

He remained where he was, silent, unmoving. She approached him slowly and noticed for the first time that tears were running down his cheeks. Yet his face was stern and strong.

"I was looking for Clark," she continued. "I wanted him to help me investigate the sighting of "The Spider-Man" down by the Tal-."

"Clark's already there." He interrupted her so suddenly and unexpectedly that she remained silent for several seconds.

"Well, I was also wandering if you wanted to go down there and, you know, get some pictures of -."

She was cut off as his left arm pointed to a table, yet he still remained as he was. His remoteness scared her a bit, but mostly, it worried her. There was something about him. Something that... She walked over to the table and let out a gasp of shock. Before her lay a dozen photos, all on Spider-Man. There were ones with him on the roof, but most of them were of him saving the girl. They were unbelievably good.

"How-"

"Went down to get a coffee. Saw him on the roof and snapped some photos." His voice was rough and dull, as if all of the emotions in him had been drained away. "Just lucky I guess."

She remained staring at the photos.

"You can have them."

She paused, trying to soak in the fact that she had just been handed a gold mine. She then came to her senses and put the photos in her purse. Her attention then came to Peter. She walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Peter, what's wrong?"

He was silent for a moment, and then his mouth released a voice that was now saturated in sadness and despair.

"The girl's mom reminded me of my mom. I hardly knew her. I can sometimes remember her face if I try hard enough. Sure I've seen my parents in photo albums, but it's not the same as actually seeing them in the flesh with your own eyes. I don't even remember my dad. Never had the chance."

He paused and inhaled deeply.

"Never got the chance to go to baseball games with them. Never got the chance to go to the park, or have them visit me at school. Never got the chance to have them teach me so many things, like riding a bike. Never got the chance of seeing them smile when I got top honors in my freshman year. Never got the chance."
The tears were now flowing faster, but it was obvious to her that he was trying his best to hold them back.

"I don't like planes. Sure I can travel in one, but if there's another way to travel I take it. That's why I took the bus here. It was longer, but more comfortable. I just don't like planes. Every time I get on one, I'm constantly reminded of what happened. Constantly reminded of the cruel hand fate dealt me. Constantly reminded of how my parents died."
Chloe let out a gasp. Suddenly it all made sense. She understood now on why he was so depressed. So distant. She moved closer to comfort him, to help him. He was breaking down now.

"And then there's Uncle Ben. My father figure. He was always there for me. He was the father I never had. We did everything together. We never got angry with each other and always played jokes on each other."
Peter let out an uneasy smile.

"Like when I put a whoopy cushion in his favorite chair but Aunt May sat in it instead."
He chuckled at the memory, but the the sorrow returned.

"Until that one day, when I yelled at him. When I killed him."

Chloe looked at Peter in shock and horror, but mostly confused.

"I yelled at him, insulted him, shoved all the love he'd offered me down his throat. Just so I could have my little fun. And then I killed him. I can still see his face sometimes. The burglar. I still remember every night the day I watched him go. Remember how I did nothing to stop him. All I had to do was trip him, or bump him into the wall and the cops would've got him. But I did nothing. And he escaped and shot Uncle Ben. I could've stopped him, coulda saved Uncle Ben, I could've done something. But, but I..."

He broke down completely. He let loose all the pain and grief he had stored up and pushed deep down. He let in all flow out. And she held him. She didn't say a word, just held him. And she remained by him, until he had exhausted himself, and fell asleep on the floor by the telescope. She later told Clark about the event when he got home, and he put Peter in his bed. Jonathan and Martha were also soon informed and they stayed up late, thinking on the new development. As for Chloe, she laid in her bed, wide awake, thinking about a young 17 year old teenager. Eventually, she fell asleep, thinking of Peter as she did.