Ok sorry it's been a while, but I think you'll like this part ^-^ Enjoy!

Chloe had returned home late the night before, and Clark slept peacefully in his room. Downstairs, Martha was cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast, and Jonathan was already up and doing work outside on the farm. Martha looked at the clock above the stove and saw that it was already 8:00. Smiling to herself, she headed upstairs to raise her sleeping son. She opened the door and had to grab hold of the door frame for support.

"Clark?" she asked, somewhat loudly. She wanted to wake him but was unsure what would happen if she did. "Clark!" she repeated. This time he opened his eyes a little bit.

"Mom....not yet..." he mumbled, still not really awake. Then he noticed why she was so freaked out. He panicked too and immediately started falling. 'NO!!! DON'T FALL!!!!Go up up up up up!!!' he thought. As soon as he thought "UP!" he began to rise again, and was soon touching the ceiling.

"Clark....you..." Martha was amazed. "Can you... can you move? Are you gonna be able to get down?"

Clark furrowed his brow in concentration. He started moving downward, not quite falling, but still not going slow enough to avoid breaking his bed. He gave his move a sheepish look and said, "Sorry Mom!"

"It's...that's fine Clark, why don't you uh....go shower and get dressed, breakfast will be ready when you finish." Martha said, still stunned at his Son's...achievement. **************************************************************************** **
Clark headed downstairs, wondering if he was going to be able to fly again anytime soon. True, he was unusually(unusual for him anyway) afraid of heights, but the concept if flying was just...wow. He was so excited that as he ran up to the table and pulled out his chair, he missed, landing on the floor. Martha started laughing, causing Clark to crack up as well. Just then, Jonathan walked in and saw his wife and son in tears from laughing so hard. Clark finally mustered enough strength to get up off the floor, and he and Martha looked at each other, then and Jon. They both started laughing again, leaving Jonathan confused. Once they had calmed down, Clark remembered what he had done in, well rather [i]above[/i] bed. that morning.

"Dad, guess what! Do you remember when I told you that I had floated above my bed that time?" Clark asked.

"Yeah..." Jonathan replied, wondering what his son was about to tell him.

"Well this morning, when Mom came up to wake me up, I was floating again. I started to fall, like before, only this time, right before I hit the bed I thought "UP!" and I went...well, up." Clark said excitedly.

Jonathan looked at his Son with wide eyes. "You mean, you...flew?"

"Yep!" Clark replied. "Hey Dad, can we...can we, well I, go try and fly?"

"I...I don't see why not, but you'll need to be VERY careful. Try inside the barn okay? I'll come with you." Jonathan said.

Clark smiled and disappeared. A few minutes later, Jonathan joined him in the barn. "Hey Dad, what took you so long?" Clark asked with a smile.

"Ha ha, very funny. So, lets get some antigravity goin' on here" Jon said jokingly.

"Okay Dad!" Clark replied. He closed his eyes, and thought, "UP!" He didn't feel any different, so he tried again. He still felt the same so he opened his eyes to see why he couldn't take off. He met his Fathers eyes, a few feet below him. They were wide from surprise. Clark looked down, thrilled to see that he was hovering about three feet above the ground.

"Have you...try moving around maybe?" Jonathan suggested.

"Okay." Clark said, and thought, "Left, Left, go left." he kept his eyes open, and could tell he was moving sideways. "Dad!! I'm doing it! I can't believe how easy this is!" Clark said. He promptly dropped to the ground. Standing up, he rose into the air again, and with careful concentration, made his way up to the loft.

Jonathan walked up the stairs smiling. "You are doing great, Son! You go ahead and keep practicing, maybe try landing and speed." Jon suggested as he left the barn.

Clark decided to try and control the speed of his flight. He thought, "Faster, left" and before he knew it he was flying at an alarming speed through the loft window. He tried to slow down, and in doing so, made his way around the barn. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Now Lana was on her way to the Kent Farm, and acting, unbeknownst to her of course, much like Chloe had been just the day before. She pulled into the driveway just as Clark came around from the far side of the barn. Floating.