Title: Spur of the Moment.
Summary: Clark is force to use his powers in front of his friends. What
will happen next? (Set in season 1.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. Other people do. I hope you guys enjoy
this.
The five people stood there, staring at the boy. They watched him with amazement, fear, and wonder. For the thing he'd just done had been incredible and unattainable by mere human standards. Two of the people, Whitney and Lana, looked at the boy, Clark, with thankful eyes. They had alot to be thankful for. He'd just save their lives.
Rewind-Five minutes earlier.
Before the incident had even happened, the five teenagers and one young man that accompanied them had been having fun. They'd all gone on a road trip to Metropolis together. They'd gone to the mall, done a little shopping, ate at a fancy restraunt, etc. and were now heading home to their small town of Smallville.
The sun had slowly been going down and Whitney and Lana, in their own vehicle, had gone ahead. Lana's aunt, Nell, had wanted her home a little earlier than usual. So Whitney had accelerated, speeding through the hair pin turns trying to back to town. Going into a turn, he tryed to slow down but the gas seemed to stick. Whitney tried to slow the truck down but it was impossible; it was heading off a cliff and there was no way to stop it.
"Help!!!!" Clark heard the screams. As he and the others rounded a turn they saw the truck preparing to fall into a ravine. Clark knew he had to act fast. He also remembered what his parents had told him. They'd said that he wasn't allowed to use his abilities in public. They worried that if he exposed himself, that he would be taken away by scientists and studied like a lab rat. But Clark shewed those thoughts away. He didn't care for that now. He had to save his friends, that was all that mattered.
The car came to a halt; Clark got out supersped towards the pickup. Just as it was about to go over the ravine he caught it by the front bumper. Picking it up, he slowly carried it back towards the road. His friends just stood there, frozen. Looking into the vehicle, Clark could tell that his friends were ok other than being shaken up a little. "Kill the ignition, Whitney," Clark said. Whitney blinked, but finally turned the ignition key off. The back wheels finally quit spinning and Clark gently set the truck down.
Fast Forward-Present time.
The silence that had descended on the group was finally broken by Chloe, one of Clark's best friends. "C-Clark, how did you do that?" she ask, stuttering over her own words. Clark swallowed, and looked down at the ground. 'How do I answer that?' he asked himself. 'How do I tell them that I'm and alien and not even from this planet?" Finally, he looked up at them. 'I have to tell them something, might as well tell the truth.' "Um, uh, I, uh, I'm different." he muttered. "Different how, Clark?" this time it was Whitney who had spoken up. "Um, look," he said, "just, come with me to my house. I'll explain everything there. I promise." He received a few nods from his friends. Whitney merely glared at him and move closer to Lana, who still had her eyes trained on him. They all headed for the other car and began the long drive back to Smallville.
*
The drive back to the Kent farm was silent. Lex drove, with Chloe and Clark in the front and Whitney, Lana, and Pete in the back. No one dared speak. Each was lost in their own thoughts. Chloe kept thinking that her best friend was a meteor freak. Pete kept his eyes on his friend, wandering the same. Lana and Whitney sat close together. Whitney had a protective arm around her. Lana, however, seemed not to notice. She kept playing the scenario over and over in her mind. Then her mind began to wonder. 'Clark's been there, for everyone of us. My god, he's the one who's saved us all those times! Oh god, why didn't he ever tell us?' She looked back at him, her eyes starting to tear up a little but she didn't let anyone notice. Lex kept his eyes trained on the road. 'Clark didn't jump in to save me. I really did hit him with that Porsche. Oh my god, what, how, did he do it?' They would find their answers soon enough as the car pulled into the Kent's driveway.
Clark was the first one out of the car. He looked at the house then back to his friends. "My folks are still up. Come on in." he said, politely. His friends looked at each other, a little wary at this point but still wanting answers, they followed him in.
"Mom, dad, I'm home." Clark announced as he came into the kitchen. His mother turned to greet him but noticed the frown on his face. "Clark, what's wrong?" She asked. "Mom, I'll tell you when dad get's in here. It's really important." She nodded and went in the living room to get Jonathon. The two then came back out to where the six friends had sit down at the table. "Clark, what's wrong son?" Jonathon asked as he came into the room. Clark turned to face his father. "Dad, um, Whitney's truck, was, uh, about to go off a cliff and I, um, ran in front of it, and, uh, well, picked it up..." at that point he stopped and looked into his father's eyes. Jonathon let out a low sigh, then put his head into his hands. Martha's eyes opened wide. "Is anybody hurt?" she asked. She noticed from the shaking heads that everyone ws ok and let out a sigh of relief.
"Mom, dad, they saw me use my abilities. I think we need to tell them." Clark said. Martha nodded her head. "I suppose your right." she replied back. It was then that Jonathon stood up from the table. He turned to look at his wife and son. "Cellar?" he asked. They both nodded in unison. Sighing again, he began head to the storm cellar, everyone else trudging behind him.
Once in the cellar Clark reached up and turned on one of the few lights that the room had to offer. Then he gathered around a tarp with the rest of the group. Looking at his father Clark reached down and pulled the tarp away, revealing his spaceship. His friends stood there in awe. No one knew what to say. The silence continued for a few minutes before Lex finally spoke up. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked as he bent down and ran his hand over the ship's hull. He felt the smooth, cold metal as he did. "Yes." Clark replied. "It's a spaceship. Mine, as a matter of fact." His friends redirected their gaze back at him. "Clark, y-your an alien?" Pete asked. "Yes Pete" Clark replied back. He wasn't going to lie to them again. "I came down in that ship when I was three during the meteor shower." he said. Lana looked at him, the tears coming down her face. "The one that killed my parents?" she asked. Clark couldn't answer her directly so he nodded. Lana broke out into uncontrolled sobs right there on the cellar floor. Whitney grabbed her. Clark tried to help but Whitney pulled her away. "Don't try to help her, Clark. You've done enough as it is." he sneered. He picked up Lana and began to carry her out. Jonathon and Martha followed them out.
Lex looked at Clark. He knew something was different about him but never in a million years had thought that his young friend was from another planet. He also knew that if his father ever found out about him he'd have Clark on a table dissected. Lex would never allow that to happen. Clark was the first true friend he'd ever had and he wasn't about to let his father take that away from him.
"Clark," he said, "I don't care if your not from this planet or not. Your still my friend." He offered his hand out to him. Clark looked at him and managed a small smile. After shaking Lex's hand he then turned to Pete, who still had been in shock from what he'd just found out. "Pete, are you ok?" Clark asked. Pete reeled in from his shock and turned to his friend. "My best friend is from another planet? This is awesome!!" he exclaimed. Clark merely laughed at his comment. Then he patted his friend on the shoulder. "Man, I don't care if your human or not. You've been my best friend since kindergarten and we've been through alot together. I want you to know that this doesn't change anything." he said with a smile on his face. Clark breathed a sigh of relief. "Pete, you have no idea how much that means to me." Clark said as he hugged his friend. "Woah, easy there man! You might squeeze me to death!" he yelled. Clark merely laughed at this before letting go of Pete. He then turned around to Chloe. The young girl looked at him. "Pete, Lex, could you exscuse us for a minute?" she said, not taking her eyes off Clark. The two boys looked at each other for a second then headed out of the cellar.
Clark looked at her. Chloe looked back at him. Neither knew what to say. Clark wanted to apoligize to her for never telling her the truth. Chloe, on the other hand, had other ideas. "Chloe, I" but as he tried to speak Chloe grabbed him and pulled him into a brief, but passionate kiss. She'd been wanting to do that to him since she first knew she had a crush on him and now seemed like the right time. When they finally seperated she looked at him. His green eyes just seemed to sparkle. He looked at her and felt himself beginning to blush. "Chloe, I'm sorry." he said. "What are you sorry about, Clark?" she asked. "For never telling you, or any of my friends, about what I am." he replied. "Clark, I know you had your reasons for not telling us. I understand that." she said. "And there's something I want to tell you." He nodded, waiting for her to tell him. "I've had feelings for you since I first laid eyes on you. I, just, never had the courage to tell you till now." she stated as the tears began fall down her face. "Clark, I don't care what species you are. I'll always love you."
Clark was taken back by this. He'd never known that the spunky blonde felt that way about him. But now that he did, he began to think about her in a different light. Not as a friend, but as something more. He reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand, gently stroking it. "Chloe, I'm glad you told me this." "Why?" she asked. "I just told my best friend I love him. I feel like a complete fool." "I'll tell you why, Clo, it gives me a reason to do this." He bent down and slowly kissed her. Chloe was a little reluctant at first but then began to deepen it. When they finally came up for air Clark looked at her. "I love you too, Chloe." he said. The he flashed her one of his infamous Kent smiles. She let a little girn of her own go then took his hand in hers as the two walked out of the cellar together.
*
Walking hand in hand, Clark and Chloe headed for the front of the house before Clark stopped. He could here Lana crying still. He looked down at Chloe. She understood and nodded. He would have to talk to her and Whitney still. Clark knealt down and gave Chloe a quick kiss on the lips and headed inside.
Lana watched as Clark came in the door. She was still crying and didn't stop when he came in. Whitney also saw him and a scowl formed on his face. He wasn't about to let some alien freak hurt his girlfriend anymore.
Clark stopped and talked to his parents before making his way towards Whitney and Lana. Martha came in and stopped in front of the two. "Whitney, Lana, Clark has something he like to say to the both of you. Please, before you judge him, listen to what he has to say." she asked. Lana, still holding on to Whitney, managed to stop crying long enough to nod to Martha. Martha got up and left the room motioning for Clark to enter.
Lana looked up as she saw Clark enter. She tried to straighten her appearence a little. She wiped some of the tears away as she watched him pull up a leg rest and sat down in front of them. "Lana, Whitney, I'm so sorry I never told you." He said. Lana looked at him. He didn't seem very alien to her. He looked like the same old Clark Kent she'd known and grown up with. "Whitney," he said, turning his attention to him, "I know that you must hate me right now. I can understand that. But before you do anything, remember when you truck exploded?" Whitney nodded. "Well, when it did, a huge fireball was heading right for you. I managed to get in front of it and used my body as a shield. If I hadn't, you might be burned really bad or worse."
Whitney's mouth dropped. In the midst of all his anger he'd forgotten about that. "Clark, oh my god." he started, but couldn't find the words, "I'm so sorry. I judged you without thinking. Please, forgive me." Clark merely smile at him. "Whitney, I'm not angry at you for anything." he said. "Friends?" he asked as he held his hand out. Whitney took it in his. "Friends." he stated, happy that his friendship with Clark would now be stronger.
Clark turned to Lana. This had to be the hardest thing he'd ever have to say to her. Lana knew what he was about to say so he was amazed when she cut him off. "Clark, don't. Don't apoligize for my parent's death. You didn't have anything to do with it." she said softly. "I don't hold you responsible for it." Clark felt overwhelmed. He'd always blamed himself for Lana's parent's deaths and to hear this from her felt like having a huge burden lifted. Lana pulled him into a hug. When they seperated the three got up and headed into the dining room where everyone had already heard news. Clark insticively headed over to Chloe, putting his arms around her. She leaned her head back and giggled a little. This amazed everyone but no one said anything about it. The silence was comfortable and everyone seemed to be enjoying it until Pete piped in. "So Clark, what kind of powers do you have?" Everyone turned their heads to him. He felt his cheeks burn a little but decided to answer the question. "Well, I've got superspeed and strength. I've got x-ray vision and am pretty much indestructable." His friends sat there a little took back. "X-ray vision, eh?" Chloe asked, giggling a little. Clark's grin disappeared with a look of shock on his face. "No! Chloe, I'd never do that." he stated. By this time Lana was giggling and joined in with Chloe. "That's ok, Clark we believe you." Lana said, admist the giggles. Clark's blush deepened but he joined in with the laughter.
About an hour later of sharing stories and learning some of Clark's "little accidents" as a child, the gang decided it was time to go. Lana hugged Clark again. Whitney shook his hand. "We'll see you in class tommorow." he said. Clark nodded has he watched the two walk outside. Lex and Clark exchanged pleasantries with him. Pete siad his goodbyes with him as well. "This is so cool!" Pete exclaimed off the porch of the house. Clark merely chuckled. Chloe laughed a little as well. "Well, Mr. Kent, I guess I will see you tommorow." she said. "Yes Miss Sullivan, I'll see you tommorow as well he replied." The two exchanged a kiss on the front porch before breaking apart. "I guess I should be going," she said, looking back to carload of kids. "Yeah," he repied, "or." "Or?" she asked. "I could run you home." he said with a slight grin. A slow grin formed on her face. Clark reached down and picked her up. He then jogged over to his friends. "I'm taking her home. I'll see you guys later." They all watched in amazement as the two became nothing more than a blur across the Kansas landscape, Chloe laughing all the way.
The five people stood there, staring at the boy. They watched him with amazement, fear, and wonder. For the thing he'd just done had been incredible and unattainable by mere human standards. Two of the people, Whitney and Lana, looked at the boy, Clark, with thankful eyes. They had alot to be thankful for. He'd just save their lives.
Rewind-Five minutes earlier.
Before the incident had even happened, the five teenagers and one young man that accompanied them had been having fun. They'd all gone on a road trip to Metropolis together. They'd gone to the mall, done a little shopping, ate at a fancy restraunt, etc. and were now heading home to their small town of Smallville.
The sun had slowly been going down and Whitney and Lana, in their own vehicle, had gone ahead. Lana's aunt, Nell, had wanted her home a little earlier than usual. So Whitney had accelerated, speeding through the hair pin turns trying to back to town. Going into a turn, he tryed to slow down but the gas seemed to stick. Whitney tried to slow the truck down but it was impossible; it was heading off a cliff and there was no way to stop it.
"Help!!!!" Clark heard the screams. As he and the others rounded a turn they saw the truck preparing to fall into a ravine. Clark knew he had to act fast. He also remembered what his parents had told him. They'd said that he wasn't allowed to use his abilities in public. They worried that if he exposed himself, that he would be taken away by scientists and studied like a lab rat. But Clark shewed those thoughts away. He didn't care for that now. He had to save his friends, that was all that mattered.
The car came to a halt; Clark got out supersped towards the pickup. Just as it was about to go over the ravine he caught it by the front bumper. Picking it up, he slowly carried it back towards the road. His friends just stood there, frozen. Looking into the vehicle, Clark could tell that his friends were ok other than being shaken up a little. "Kill the ignition, Whitney," Clark said. Whitney blinked, but finally turned the ignition key off. The back wheels finally quit spinning and Clark gently set the truck down.
Fast Forward-Present time.
The silence that had descended on the group was finally broken by Chloe, one of Clark's best friends. "C-Clark, how did you do that?" she ask, stuttering over her own words. Clark swallowed, and looked down at the ground. 'How do I answer that?' he asked himself. 'How do I tell them that I'm and alien and not even from this planet?" Finally, he looked up at them. 'I have to tell them something, might as well tell the truth.' "Um, uh, I, uh, I'm different." he muttered. "Different how, Clark?" this time it was Whitney who had spoken up. "Um, look," he said, "just, come with me to my house. I'll explain everything there. I promise." He received a few nods from his friends. Whitney merely glared at him and move closer to Lana, who still had her eyes trained on him. They all headed for the other car and began the long drive back to Smallville.
*
The drive back to the Kent farm was silent. Lex drove, with Chloe and Clark in the front and Whitney, Lana, and Pete in the back. No one dared speak. Each was lost in their own thoughts. Chloe kept thinking that her best friend was a meteor freak. Pete kept his eyes on his friend, wandering the same. Lana and Whitney sat close together. Whitney had a protective arm around her. Lana, however, seemed not to notice. She kept playing the scenario over and over in her mind. Then her mind began to wonder. 'Clark's been there, for everyone of us. My god, he's the one who's saved us all those times! Oh god, why didn't he ever tell us?' She looked back at him, her eyes starting to tear up a little but she didn't let anyone notice. Lex kept his eyes trained on the road. 'Clark didn't jump in to save me. I really did hit him with that Porsche. Oh my god, what, how, did he do it?' They would find their answers soon enough as the car pulled into the Kent's driveway.
Clark was the first one out of the car. He looked at the house then back to his friends. "My folks are still up. Come on in." he said, politely. His friends looked at each other, a little wary at this point but still wanting answers, they followed him in.
"Mom, dad, I'm home." Clark announced as he came into the kitchen. His mother turned to greet him but noticed the frown on his face. "Clark, what's wrong?" She asked. "Mom, I'll tell you when dad get's in here. It's really important." She nodded and went in the living room to get Jonathon. The two then came back out to where the six friends had sit down at the table. "Clark, what's wrong son?" Jonathon asked as he came into the room. Clark turned to face his father. "Dad, um, Whitney's truck, was, uh, about to go off a cliff and I, um, ran in front of it, and, uh, well, picked it up..." at that point he stopped and looked into his father's eyes. Jonathon let out a low sigh, then put his head into his hands. Martha's eyes opened wide. "Is anybody hurt?" she asked. She noticed from the shaking heads that everyone ws ok and let out a sigh of relief.
"Mom, dad, they saw me use my abilities. I think we need to tell them." Clark said. Martha nodded her head. "I suppose your right." she replied back. It was then that Jonathon stood up from the table. He turned to look at his wife and son. "Cellar?" he asked. They both nodded in unison. Sighing again, he began head to the storm cellar, everyone else trudging behind him.
Once in the cellar Clark reached up and turned on one of the few lights that the room had to offer. Then he gathered around a tarp with the rest of the group. Looking at his father Clark reached down and pulled the tarp away, revealing his spaceship. His friends stood there in awe. No one knew what to say. The silence continued for a few minutes before Lex finally spoke up. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked as he bent down and ran his hand over the ship's hull. He felt the smooth, cold metal as he did. "Yes." Clark replied. "It's a spaceship. Mine, as a matter of fact." His friends redirected their gaze back at him. "Clark, y-your an alien?" Pete asked. "Yes Pete" Clark replied back. He wasn't going to lie to them again. "I came down in that ship when I was three during the meteor shower." he said. Lana looked at him, the tears coming down her face. "The one that killed my parents?" she asked. Clark couldn't answer her directly so he nodded. Lana broke out into uncontrolled sobs right there on the cellar floor. Whitney grabbed her. Clark tried to help but Whitney pulled her away. "Don't try to help her, Clark. You've done enough as it is." he sneered. He picked up Lana and began to carry her out. Jonathon and Martha followed them out.
Lex looked at Clark. He knew something was different about him but never in a million years had thought that his young friend was from another planet. He also knew that if his father ever found out about him he'd have Clark on a table dissected. Lex would never allow that to happen. Clark was the first true friend he'd ever had and he wasn't about to let his father take that away from him.
"Clark," he said, "I don't care if your not from this planet or not. Your still my friend." He offered his hand out to him. Clark looked at him and managed a small smile. After shaking Lex's hand he then turned to Pete, who still had been in shock from what he'd just found out. "Pete, are you ok?" Clark asked. Pete reeled in from his shock and turned to his friend. "My best friend is from another planet? This is awesome!!" he exclaimed. Clark merely laughed at his comment. Then he patted his friend on the shoulder. "Man, I don't care if your human or not. You've been my best friend since kindergarten and we've been through alot together. I want you to know that this doesn't change anything." he said with a smile on his face. Clark breathed a sigh of relief. "Pete, you have no idea how much that means to me." Clark said as he hugged his friend. "Woah, easy there man! You might squeeze me to death!" he yelled. Clark merely laughed at this before letting go of Pete. He then turned around to Chloe. The young girl looked at him. "Pete, Lex, could you exscuse us for a minute?" she said, not taking her eyes off Clark. The two boys looked at each other for a second then headed out of the cellar.
Clark looked at her. Chloe looked back at him. Neither knew what to say. Clark wanted to apoligize to her for never telling her the truth. Chloe, on the other hand, had other ideas. "Chloe, I" but as he tried to speak Chloe grabbed him and pulled him into a brief, but passionate kiss. She'd been wanting to do that to him since she first knew she had a crush on him and now seemed like the right time. When they finally seperated she looked at him. His green eyes just seemed to sparkle. He looked at her and felt himself beginning to blush. "Chloe, I'm sorry." he said. "What are you sorry about, Clark?" she asked. "For never telling you, or any of my friends, about what I am." he replied. "Clark, I know you had your reasons for not telling us. I understand that." she said. "And there's something I want to tell you." He nodded, waiting for her to tell him. "I've had feelings for you since I first laid eyes on you. I, just, never had the courage to tell you till now." she stated as the tears began fall down her face. "Clark, I don't care what species you are. I'll always love you."
Clark was taken back by this. He'd never known that the spunky blonde felt that way about him. But now that he did, he began to think about her in a different light. Not as a friend, but as something more. He reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand, gently stroking it. "Chloe, I'm glad you told me this." "Why?" she asked. "I just told my best friend I love him. I feel like a complete fool." "I'll tell you why, Clo, it gives me a reason to do this." He bent down and slowly kissed her. Chloe was a little reluctant at first but then began to deepen it. When they finally came up for air Clark looked at her. "I love you too, Chloe." he said. The he flashed her one of his infamous Kent smiles. She let a little girn of her own go then took his hand in hers as the two walked out of the cellar together.
*
Walking hand in hand, Clark and Chloe headed for the front of the house before Clark stopped. He could here Lana crying still. He looked down at Chloe. She understood and nodded. He would have to talk to her and Whitney still. Clark knealt down and gave Chloe a quick kiss on the lips and headed inside.
Lana watched as Clark came in the door. She was still crying and didn't stop when he came in. Whitney also saw him and a scowl formed on his face. He wasn't about to let some alien freak hurt his girlfriend anymore.
Clark stopped and talked to his parents before making his way towards Whitney and Lana. Martha came in and stopped in front of the two. "Whitney, Lana, Clark has something he like to say to the both of you. Please, before you judge him, listen to what he has to say." she asked. Lana, still holding on to Whitney, managed to stop crying long enough to nod to Martha. Martha got up and left the room motioning for Clark to enter.
Lana looked up as she saw Clark enter. She tried to straighten her appearence a little. She wiped some of the tears away as she watched him pull up a leg rest and sat down in front of them. "Lana, Whitney, I'm so sorry I never told you." He said. Lana looked at him. He didn't seem very alien to her. He looked like the same old Clark Kent she'd known and grown up with. "Whitney," he said, turning his attention to him, "I know that you must hate me right now. I can understand that. But before you do anything, remember when you truck exploded?" Whitney nodded. "Well, when it did, a huge fireball was heading right for you. I managed to get in front of it and used my body as a shield. If I hadn't, you might be burned really bad or worse."
Whitney's mouth dropped. In the midst of all his anger he'd forgotten about that. "Clark, oh my god." he started, but couldn't find the words, "I'm so sorry. I judged you without thinking. Please, forgive me." Clark merely smile at him. "Whitney, I'm not angry at you for anything." he said. "Friends?" he asked as he held his hand out. Whitney took it in his. "Friends." he stated, happy that his friendship with Clark would now be stronger.
Clark turned to Lana. This had to be the hardest thing he'd ever have to say to her. Lana knew what he was about to say so he was amazed when she cut him off. "Clark, don't. Don't apoligize for my parent's death. You didn't have anything to do with it." she said softly. "I don't hold you responsible for it." Clark felt overwhelmed. He'd always blamed himself for Lana's parent's deaths and to hear this from her felt like having a huge burden lifted. Lana pulled him into a hug. When they seperated the three got up and headed into the dining room where everyone had already heard news. Clark insticively headed over to Chloe, putting his arms around her. She leaned her head back and giggled a little. This amazed everyone but no one said anything about it. The silence was comfortable and everyone seemed to be enjoying it until Pete piped in. "So Clark, what kind of powers do you have?" Everyone turned their heads to him. He felt his cheeks burn a little but decided to answer the question. "Well, I've got superspeed and strength. I've got x-ray vision and am pretty much indestructable." His friends sat there a little took back. "X-ray vision, eh?" Chloe asked, giggling a little. Clark's grin disappeared with a look of shock on his face. "No! Chloe, I'd never do that." he stated. By this time Lana was giggling and joined in with Chloe. "That's ok, Clark we believe you." Lana said, admist the giggles. Clark's blush deepened but he joined in with the laughter.
About an hour later of sharing stories and learning some of Clark's "little accidents" as a child, the gang decided it was time to go. Lana hugged Clark again. Whitney shook his hand. "We'll see you in class tommorow." he said. Clark nodded has he watched the two walk outside. Lex and Clark exchanged pleasantries with him. Pete siad his goodbyes with him as well. "This is so cool!" Pete exclaimed off the porch of the house. Clark merely chuckled. Chloe laughed a little as well. "Well, Mr. Kent, I guess I will see you tommorow." she said. "Yes Miss Sullivan, I'll see you tommorow as well he replied." The two exchanged a kiss on the front porch before breaking apart. "I guess I should be going," she said, looking back to carload of kids. "Yeah," he repied, "or." "Or?" she asked. "I could run you home." he said with a slight grin. A slow grin formed on her face. Clark reached down and picked her up. He then jogged over to his friends. "I'm taking her home. I'll see you guys later." They all watched in amazement as the two became nothing more than a blur across the Kansas landscape, Chloe laughing all the way.
