Pete's head was swimming, he had a slight, no make that roaring headache. Then he remembered, Clark had almost killed him. His best friend from the time he was little and he tried to kill him. He was more in shock from that than from anything else. His neck still hurt from where Clark had held him.

What had happened? He was so close to getting Clark back but those people took the kryptonite from him. The man had shot something from his eyes and the kryptonite exploded. Okay he admitted that freaked him out a little too.

Pete opened his eyes, the light slightly hurting them. Once his eyes focused he saw slick dark gray, nearly black metal. He tried to sit up but found he was tied down to a bed. He started to struggle and panic started to set in. Were they going to hurt him? Why had those people helped Clark?

* * * * *

Cyclops and Storm were flying the jet back to the school in New York. They had called the Professor and told him the situation. Their orders were to get back to the school. He told them they could take care of the boy there and maybe he would be able to tell them what is going on with Kal-El.

They had been flying for about an hour when Storm heard the boy moving in the back. She moved to the back of the jet. The boy looked as if he was freaking out trying pull free.

"Don't hurt me!" the boy said. His voice being a little hoarse, she could also hear panic and fear.

"I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Ororo Munroe. If you calm down I will be able to unhook you."

The boy calmed down but he was still breathing heavily. Storm unhooked the buckles and the boy sat up.

"Now what is your name?" She asked sounding as nice as possible.

"Pete, Pete Ross." He said the worried look not leaving his face.

"Pete can you tell us what happened back there?"

"I was hoping you could tell me the same thing."

Storm sat on the seat across from him. She figured there was no harm in telling him they were mutants, since he had seen Cyclops use his optic blast. "Scott and I are mutants."

"You guys are meteor mutants?" Pete asked shocked.

"What?" she asked confused. "What are meteor mutants?"

"You said you were mutants. So the kryptonite affected you guys?"

"No." She said still confuse. "We have a gene that's in humans. The difference between us and humans is our gene is active. What is kryptonite?"

"Kryptonite is that green meteor rock he blew up." He said as he nodded toward Cyclops. "Possibly making it so I could never get my friend back."

"So you were friends with Kal-El?"

"I don't know who that is. I was trying to help Clark and you ruined everything. Why did you take the meteor rock from me? You have no idea what you have done."

"Then tell us." She said.

Pete didn't say anything he just sat there.

"You can trust us."

Pete still didn't speak. She tried to get him to tell her what was going on for a little longer. Then she figured he wasn't going to say anything more. Before she moved back to the front of the jet she instructed him to put a seat belt on. She watched as he calmly moved to a seat and strapped himself in.

* * * * *

Clark watched as the jet lifted into the air. He was going to follow them to this school of theirs. He assumed they would be heading back to where they said they had come. They had taken Pete with them too.

He couldn't believe it his best friend using kryptonite against him. Scott and Ororo had taken care of that though. He was completely surprised though, when Scott had blown up the meteor rock. It was definitely more powerful than his heat vision. He started to wonder if they were Kryptonians.

The jet took off at an amazing speed. Clark started his run. He had never followed a plane before, let alone a jet. He hoped he would be able to keep up. It was hard sometimes to see the jet in the sky it had some sort of camouflage that protected it from being seen. It was no problem for him though he just used his x-ray vision when he couldn't find it.

After about an hour of running he started to loose sight. It had been slowly pulling away from him from the beginning. Now it was getting hard to see. Then as he was about to loose it, the jet stopped then descended straight down. He knew he would be to it's landing spot in a matter of minutes.

* * * * *

Professor Xavier had been going over the information that Scott and Storm had given him about Kal-El. After he was finished with his class he went down to Cerebro to see if he could tell if Kal-El was on the move again.

It didn't take long to go down the corridors. He had only stopped for a second as he watched Logan teaching Scott's mechanics class. He knew Logan liked it but he was putting on a face of total dissatisfaction from having to teach.

He also passed Kurt's class. He could hear the students repeating German. The Professor had decided that Kurt could teach some classes now that he had joined their ranks. What better than the language he was born with.

He entered Cerebro, the familiar voice welcoming him as he rolled to the end of the pier. He put on the helmet that looked like it had metal umbilical cords running from it. Xavier placed it on his head he reached out with his mind and felt the world open up to him.

He searched for Kal-El's signature expecting to find him a little north of Kansas. He watched as he was moving along the ground just behind the jet. "Impressive," he said to himself out loud. The jet was landing in a couple minutes. There was no time to warn Storm and Cyclops of their tail.

Xavier figured he could sort things out when they got there. He pulled off the helmet and headed to the hangar. He had just approached the hangar when the doors opened and the jet came down and landed smoothly.

* * * * *

Jonathan felt as if he were going to hyperventilate. His whole world seemed to be falling apart. He kept his eyes open watching for anything. He hoped Lana was right in saying they went north.

He drove by a hotel and saw his motorcycle. He slammed on the brakes, turned around and pulled up next to the motorcycle. He jumped out of the car and confirmed that indeed it was his. He was so excited he had found him. He ran up to the hotel door and knocked on it. "Clark! Clark are you there?"

There was no answer he pounded on the door a little longer. After a minute he stopped and noticed the truck. It was the Ross' truck. He ran up to it to find it was empty. He looked in all directions hoping to see them. "Clark! Pete!"

He then ran to the office to see if he could find out what happened. He walked quickly up to the desk. "My son is staying here. Have you seen him? He is over six feet with dark hair."

"Yeah I know who you are talking of. I don't know where he is. He disappeared."

"What?"

"He paid for one night but his bike was still here when the maid went to clean the room. When she went inside the room was empty. She said the bed wasn't even slept in."

"What about another boy about sixteen? He's African American and about this tall." He said as he help up his hand. "Have you seen him?"

"Nope, haven't seen any boy that looked like that. Just the other one."

"Are you sure?"

"Look around you, business is slow, I would remember if I had another person come in here."

Jonathan swore under his breath as he stormed out of the office. He then stood in the middle of the parking lot. He felt completely lost. He looked around again hoping to find something anything that could tell him about what happened.

Author's Note: To those of you that want more description I am sorry. With so many options of stories to read I figured fast and sweet were the best way to go.