All regular Disclaimers apply... such as, If I were the creator of
Smallville, I wouldn't be writing this; I'd be making out with Michael
Rosenbaum right now...
Of course, that's a bit of a formal Disclaimer...
Now, onto the Story!
Enjoy!
Chapter I
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Clark is talking to his best friend Pete Ross; or at least, he's trying. Pete's attention seems to have been... diverted from his friend's words.
"So, Pete, would you come to help greet her?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Clark, no can do. I have a date with the new girl. All the guys talk about her, but I still have to see her... and if she's half as fine as Roger claims? Mmhmm, watch out!"
"Yeah, I've heard about her," a new voice broke in, "This is like the most talk about a new student since Lana Lang." Chloe Sullivan, blonde hair bouncing, came up behind them.
"Hello to you, too, Chloe."
"That line's getting a little old, Clark. Hey Pete. Oh, Clark, can you stop by the Torch this afternoon?"
"Sorry Chloe, I've got to pick up my godsis."
"Oh yeah... I remember, you told me about her. What's her name?"
"Candy, and I'm sure she's as sweet as her name!" Ever oblivious, Pete was still on a roll about the New Girl.
Clark laughed as Chloe rolled her eyes.
"There's no saving him now," She said disgustedly. "He's in full beauty worshipping mode." She sighed. "C'mon, Clark. Let's go greet you little cousin-like person."
Clark laughed. "Godsister, Chloe."
"Whatever."
The three rounded the corner, Clark still chuckling... and stopped.
The main hall was packed. Every guy in school was there, craning their necks to see into the inner circle near the entry way.
In the center stood a pretty girl, about 5'5" with black hair bound up in a braid that spilled over her shoulder.
"What's the big deal about this girl again?" Chloe asked as she turned toward Pete.
"She's hot, she's mysterious and she's got an English accent." Pete answered promptly.
The girl's eyes had begun to rove the hall. As they lighted on the trio standing in the corner, her face lit up. Excusing herself to her crowd of boys, she began to inch her way towards the three.
"Well, I guess we'll see you later, Pete. Let us know your luck." Clark said as he turned to go.
"Clark?" A soft voice came from behind him. "Clark, is that you?"
A squeal met him as he turned back and an instant later, the air rushed from his lungs. He looked down to see a pair of silver eyes gazing excitedly up at him.
"Kit?" He gasped. In an instant, she was whirling up in the air, laughing uncontrollably.
"Why – when – I mean – I thought I was supposed to pick you up at the bus stop!" He laughed as he set her down.
"Well, I managed to catch an early bus and decided to surprise you." The girl giggled. "And you certainly look surprised."
"Oh I am!" Clark laughed. "Jeez, I can't believe you're actually here!" For a moment, he paused to stare at her.
"Wow." He sighed. "I'm really glad to see you again."
"Same here, Clark. I can't believe how much I've missed you."
His grin broadened.
"Do I detect an accent?" He teased.
"Yeah, well, five years in England can do that to a girl."
"Plus, you've seriously lost your tan."
She grinned. "Five years in England can do that to a girl."
"Don't look now, but I think Clark knows your hottie." Chloe stage whispered.
The girl laughed.
"Yeah Clark," she mocked as she nudged him in the ribs, "Where're your manners?"
Clark shot her a grin before turning to his two friends.
"Pete, Chloe, I'd like you to meet Kit, my godsister."
Chloe stared at him. "Your godsister? The girl you were supposed to pick up at the bus station?"
"Yep. You're not deaf Chloe, so I doubt I need to elaborate."
Chloe mad a face at him before turning her attention back to Kit.
"Hello, Kit," She said brightly. "Chloe Sullivan, Editor in Chief of the Torch. It's nice to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Kit said with a smile. "Clark has told me all about you and your dreams of being an investigative reporter. From all the cases I've heard you've solved, it sounds like you've got a natural talent for it."
"Really?" She stole a glance at Clark. "Um, thanks. I only wish I knew enough to say the same."
"I'm sure you'll find something."
Chloe's eyes glinted. That almost sounded like a challenge, despite the sweet smile that accompanied it.
"Speaking of which," She started slowly, "I was hoping I could get an interview with you. I mean, it's not everyday that Smallville High gets a transfer student who also happens to be our local savior's godsister."
Kit shrugged. "Don't see why not. Though I can't think of anything all that interesting about my life."
"I'm sure I'll find something." She answered her.
Pete cleared his throat and extended his hand to her. "Pete Ross. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kit."
Her grin dazzled him. "Yeah, Clark warned me about you." She said mischievously.
Pete groaned. "Clark, man, you go and compliment Chloe then turn around and dis me? Some friend!"
Kit laughed. "He told me that you were a charmer and to be wary of your words. But don't worry, I don't believe him all the time." She grinned as he opened his mouth and added, "Just 99.5 percent of the time."
Pete shrugged. "Well then, I guess I've still got point five of a chance."
Kit laughed again. "I admire persistence. But anyway, before I came her I dropped by the house and mum was throwing together a feast –"
"- Mum?"
"Tell you later."
"- so she said to tell you to invite your friends, which I assume meant Pete, Chloe and Lana."
"Count me in." Pete grinned. "I just love your mom's cooking, Clark."
"Yeah, me too," Chloe added, "as long as you give me more info on your 'mysterious' past and tell me where you've been for the past five years.."
"Deal." Kit promised.
"Good. Now let's go to the Talon to find the one and only, Ms. Lang.'
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The café/bookstore/theatre called the Talon was packed. The days were considerably warm for the beginning of spring and everyone felt invigorated by the smell of the promise of warmth.
Lana Lang stood behind the counter, rushing orders and counting the final two minutes before her counter shift ended.
She let her breath out in a whoosh as the clock struck four. Wendy came up to the counter, a look of pure dread on her face as she and Lana switched places.
Her eyes began to rove the room automatically, stopping as they lighted on the tall figure that had just entered the crowd. She didn't realize how her whole face brightened as she walked toward him or how her heart began to beat just the slightest bit faster.
"Hi Clark." She said brightly as she reached him.
"Hey Lana." The same symptoms began on Clark as they had on Lana – but he, at least, knew why.
"Think you can find a seat in this mess?" She asked, waving her hand toward the masses.
He surveyed the room with a doubtful look. "I can try." He smiled at her laugh. "But anyway," he started, "I came to ask if you could come to dinner tonight. My parents are trying to make it special, because my godsister is in town."
Lana shifted slightly. "Yeah, I heard something about that, I think. She's a transfer student, right? How long is she staying?"
Clark shrugged. "Nothing's definite. After her parent's died, my parents wanted to become her legal guardians, but she was already in England by the time they found her. But I think she might be here for good now."
Lana smiled. "So you're going to have a sister now. Very well, I'd love to come and welcome the newest addition to the Kent family."
Clark grinned. "I really appreciate that, Lana. Being new and all, she's bound to need a friend other than me."
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Hello! This is my third? Fourth? I'm not sure. Anyway, all I know is that I have become infatuated with Smallville and I think Lex Luthor is cute beyond comprehension.
So... I'd be grateful beyond belief if you guys reviewed and let me in on what you think! Flames are welcome, too. ^_^ Oh, and if you want to read any of my other works – which consist of HP fanfics, and CCS – please, by all means, read those and review!
- Silverfey
The Lion, The Dragon and the Pheonix; ChelseaTaylor
Of course, that's a bit of a formal Disclaimer...
Now, onto the Story!
Enjoy!
Chapter I
_________________________
Clark is talking to his best friend Pete Ross; or at least, he's trying. Pete's attention seems to have been... diverted from his friend's words.
"So, Pete, would you come to help greet her?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Clark, no can do. I have a date with the new girl. All the guys talk about her, but I still have to see her... and if she's half as fine as Roger claims? Mmhmm, watch out!"
"Yeah, I've heard about her," a new voice broke in, "This is like the most talk about a new student since Lana Lang." Chloe Sullivan, blonde hair bouncing, came up behind them.
"Hello to you, too, Chloe."
"That line's getting a little old, Clark. Hey Pete. Oh, Clark, can you stop by the Torch this afternoon?"
"Sorry Chloe, I've got to pick up my godsis."
"Oh yeah... I remember, you told me about her. What's her name?"
"Candy, and I'm sure she's as sweet as her name!" Ever oblivious, Pete was still on a roll about the New Girl.
Clark laughed as Chloe rolled her eyes.
"There's no saving him now," She said disgustedly. "He's in full beauty worshipping mode." She sighed. "C'mon, Clark. Let's go greet you little cousin-like person."
Clark laughed. "Godsister, Chloe."
"Whatever."
The three rounded the corner, Clark still chuckling... and stopped.
The main hall was packed. Every guy in school was there, craning their necks to see into the inner circle near the entry way.
In the center stood a pretty girl, about 5'5" with black hair bound up in a braid that spilled over her shoulder.
"What's the big deal about this girl again?" Chloe asked as she turned toward Pete.
"She's hot, she's mysterious and she's got an English accent." Pete answered promptly.
The girl's eyes had begun to rove the hall. As they lighted on the trio standing in the corner, her face lit up. Excusing herself to her crowd of boys, she began to inch her way towards the three.
"Well, I guess we'll see you later, Pete. Let us know your luck." Clark said as he turned to go.
"Clark?" A soft voice came from behind him. "Clark, is that you?"
A squeal met him as he turned back and an instant later, the air rushed from his lungs. He looked down to see a pair of silver eyes gazing excitedly up at him.
"Kit?" He gasped. In an instant, she was whirling up in the air, laughing uncontrollably.
"Why – when – I mean – I thought I was supposed to pick you up at the bus stop!" He laughed as he set her down.
"Well, I managed to catch an early bus and decided to surprise you." The girl giggled. "And you certainly look surprised."
"Oh I am!" Clark laughed. "Jeez, I can't believe you're actually here!" For a moment, he paused to stare at her.
"Wow." He sighed. "I'm really glad to see you again."
"Same here, Clark. I can't believe how much I've missed you."
His grin broadened.
"Do I detect an accent?" He teased.
"Yeah, well, five years in England can do that to a girl."
"Plus, you've seriously lost your tan."
She grinned. "Five years in England can do that to a girl."
"Don't look now, but I think Clark knows your hottie." Chloe stage whispered.
The girl laughed.
"Yeah Clark," she mocked as she nudged him in the ribs, "Where're your manners?"
Clark shot her a grin before turning to his two friends.
"Pete, Chloe, I'd like you to meet Kit, my godsister."
Chloe stared at him. "Your godsister? The girl you were supposed to pick up at the bus station?"
"Yep. You're not deaf Chloe, so I doubt I need to elaborate."
Chloe mad a face at him before turning her attention back to Kit.
"Hello, Kit," She said brightly. "Chloe Sullivan, Editor in Chief of the Torch. It's nice to finally meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Kit said with a smile. "Clark has told me all about you and your dreams of being an investigative reporter. From all the cases I've heard you've solved, it sounds like you've got a natural talent for it."
"Really?" She stole a glance at Clark. "Um, thanks. I only wish I knew enough to say the same."
"I'm sure you'll find something."
Chloe's eyes glinted. That almost sounded like a challenge, despite the sweet smile that accompanied it.
"Speaking of which," She started slowly, "I was hoping I could get an interview with you. I mean, it's not everyday that Smallville High gets a transfer student who also happens to be our local savior's godsister."
Kit shrugged. "Don't see why not. Though I can't think of anything all that interesting about my life."
"I'm sure I'll find something." She answered her.
Pete cleared his throat and extended his hand to her. "Pete Ross. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kit."
Her grin dazzled him. "Yeah, Clark warned me about you." She said mischievously.
Pete groaned. "Clark, man, you go and compliment Chloe then turn around and dis me? Some friend!"
Kit laughed. "He told me that you were a charmer and to be wary of your words. But don't worry, I don't believe him all the time." She grinned as he opened his mouth and added, "Just 99.5 percent of the time."
Pete shrugged. "Well then, I guess I've still got point five of a chance."
Kit laughed again. "I admire persistence. But anyway, before I came her I dropped by the house and mum was throwing together a feast –"
"- Mum?"
"Tell you later."
"- so she said to tell you to invite your friends, which I assume meant Pete, Chloe and Lana."
"Count me in." Pete grinned. "I just love your mom's cooking, Clark."
"Yeah, me too," Chloe added, "as long as you give me more info on your 'mysterious' past and tell me where you've been for the past five years.."
"Deal." Kit promised.
"Good. Now let's go to the Talon to find the one and only, Ms. Lang.'
__________________________________________________________
The café/bookstore/theatre called the Talon was packed. The days were considerably warm for the beginning of spring and everyone felt invigorated by the smell of the promise of warmth.
Lana Lang stood behind the counter, rushing orders and counting the final two minutes before her counter shift ended.
She let her breath out in a whoosh as the clock struck four. Wendy came up to the counter, a look of pure dread on her face as she and Lana switched places.
Her eyes began to rove the room automatically, stopping as they lighted on the tall figure that had just entered the crowd. She didn't realize how her whole face brightened as she walked toward him or how her heart began to beat just the slightest bit faster.
"Hi Clark." She said brightly as she reached him.
"Hey Lana." The same symptoms began on Clark as they had on Lana – but he, at least, knew why.
"Think you can find a seat in this mess?" She asked, waving her hand toward the masses.
He surveyed the room with a doubtful look. "I can try." He smiled at her laugh. "But anyway," he started, "I came to ask if you could come to dinner tonight. My parents are trying to make it special, because my godsister is in town."
Lana shifted slightly. "Yeah, I heard something about that, I think. She's a transfer student, right? How long is she staying?"
Clark shrugged. "Nothing's definite. After her parent's died, my parents wanted to become her legal guardians, but she was already in England by the time they found her. But I think she might be here for good now."
Lana smiled. "So you're going to have a sister now. Very well, I'd love to come and welcome the newest addition to the Kent family."
Clark grinned. "I really appreciate that, Lana. Being new and all, she's bound to need a friend other than me."
_______________________________________________
Hello! This is my third? Fourth? I'm not sure. Anyway, all I know is that I have become infatuated with Smallville and I think Lex Luthor is cute beyond comprehension.
So... I'd be grateful beyond belief if you guys reviewed and let me in on what you think! Flames are welcome, too. ^_^ Oh, and if you want to read any of my other works – which consist of HP fanfics, and CCS – please, by all means, read those and review!
- Silverfey
The Lion, The Dragon and the Pheonix; ChelseaTaylor