I still don't own Smallville or Clark Kent no matter how many times I have
that dream.
Clara and Clark were sitting on the porch talking about their abilities. Clark had finally found someone he could really relate to about the pain of hiding his powers and that sometimes annoying and rather dangerous hero complex the two of them seemed to share. Clara related stories to him about her trials as a super-human hero nd Clark told her his own.
It soon became clear that Clara and Clark shared all the same abilities. Other htan Clark having pyrokenesis, and Clara having telepathy, they had all the same powers. At least, that's what Clark tthought.
"Sometimes, I wonder if I have other abilities, just waiting to be developed," Clark said, looking absent.
"Like...?"
"Someimtes, when I wake up, I'm floating. Or I have dreams that I'm flying and then I wake up in the middle of the road or something."
"Floating huh?" Clara looked intrigued. "That's interesting."
"Why? Do you do it too?"
'Hmm..." Clara looked to be in deep thought, then grabbed Clark's hands. "Let me show you how I float."
Clark felt confused, then felt very strange, for the feeling he was getting was definitely the weirdest one he would ever get his whole life through. He looked down and saw that they were three feet off the ground.
All of a sudden, a car pulled up into the driveway. Clara bumped them back down on the porch as quick as she could, but not quick enough. When the person's fancy shoes hit the dirt driveway and the door was slammed, Clara looked up at the guy in terrified fascination. He was pretty good- looking, but Clara was almost about to wet her pants she was so scared. No one had ever seen her use her abilities before, except her parents and her bestest, bestest friend in the whole wide world who was still in South Africa.
"Man, did I just see the two of you floating?" Pete asked, looking from Pete to Clara. Clark had called Pete last night and told him all about Clara.
"No," Clara said, laughing a little hysterically. "Can you float?"
Immediately, Pete and Clark started laughing. "I'm sorry Clara," said Clark. "This is Pete. He knows about us. I was talking to him on the phone and I told you."
"Ooooh," said Clara, turning a little pink. She stuck out her hand confidently though and said, "Hello, my name is Clara."
"My name's Peter, but everyone calls me Pete," Pete said, sticking his chocolatey brown hand into Clara's.
"It's nice to meet you Pete," Clara said, and they dropped each other's hands. Pete felt a little strange when Clara's hand was no longer in his, but he shrugged off the feeling and looked at Clark, who was staring at Pete's fancy car and the rather pricey looking three piece suit he was wearing.
Pete laughed and said, "I had to help my mom out with something. I told her I would as long as I got to borrow her car." Pete tugged at the collar of his shirt and shook it around a little. "It's real uncomfortable." He unbuttoned it a little, then sat down on the porch with them.
The three of them sat in comfortable silence for a little while, then Pete said, "So you two were floating. I kind of want to see more."
Clara smiled and took Clark's hands. Again they were floating and this time, six feet in the air, Clara looked at Clark and said, "Ready for one of the biggest rushes of a life time?"
Clark smiled in that famous Clark Kent smile and then they shot off in the air, Clara using her super-speed, taking Clark by surprise. They burst through a cloud, the cold crystals that formed it stinging their skin in a pleasantly cool way after the hot Kansas air. They shot back down into the heat and sat where Pete was sitting. Clark and Clara both got the biggest shivers of their lives, and then Pete commenced into begging to go for a ride. Clara laughed, and took him too. The two of them came back down laughing and then Pete had to go. Clara and Clark stood on the porch and waved him off.
"So is flying the only ability you've been holding out on me?" Clark asked.
Clara smiled and nodded. "Yes. I just wanted to surprise you."
"So can you like, actually fly? I mean, not just floating up and then going down really fast?"
Clara floated up into the air, then mimed that she was swimming and diving in the air, even ballooning out her cheeks to add effect. While she was "swimming," another car pulled into the driveway. It was just Martha and Jonathon, so Clara smiled and waved at them, then continued to fly.
When Jonathon saw Clara flying in the air, and exposing Clark and Clara's secret for everyone, he felt a silent rage bubbling up inside him. How could she be doing this to herself? To Clark? Didn't she know any better? He was about to thrust open the door and slam it, then run out there and yank her down. (Though he didn't want to admit it, Jonathon was also terrified as well as angered).
He fairly flew from the car and up to Clara. He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her down. Glaring at her fiercely, he began to yell, "Clara! You may be new here but I'd think you'd know better than to go galavanting around trying to reveal yours Clark's secret!"
Martha caught up with Jonathon and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Jonathon," she said in a half-horrified, half-CALM DOWN tone.
Jonathon suddenly looked stunned. Quietly entering his mind, Clara knew he felt stunned and betrayed by himself as well. He had never meant to harm anyone to keep Clark's secret safe. All he wanted was to ensure that his son was not boxed up underneath a thousand different monitors and undergoing thousands of tests. He didn't want anyone, even Clara, to be hurt by this. He was still mad and scared that Clara might do or say something stupid again, but he was absolutely terrified with himself. He had also never meant for anyone to see that horrible side of him. That angered and all too irrational side that should just be smothered until he was doing heavy work on the farm.
He let his pincer grip go that would have severely bruised Clara had she been a human being, but it didn't even feel like he was touching her. He lightly patted her shoulder and said, "I'm so sorry Clara." She wouldn't have had to enter his mind to see how sorry he was, not with that grieved tone. She could tell that these people were not ones to anger too quickly. And if they did they immediately regretted it. How utterly unlike her and her family.
She laughed and waved at him. He kept apologizing until she said, "Don't worry. I can see in your head Jonny. It's all good. That menacing thing you're feeling? Just me in your head. Don't worry about it. I swear I won't go in there again."
He smiled and patted her on the shoulder a little more heartily this time and they all went inside.
When Clara went to sleep that night, she thought about Pete. He was kinda cute!
Clara and Clark were sitting on the porch talking about their abilities. Clark had finally found someone he could really relate to about the pain of hiding his powers and that sometimes annoying and rather dangerous hero complex the two of them seemed to share. Clara related stories to him about her trials as a super-human hero nd Clark told her his own.
It soon became clear that Clara and Clark shared all the same abilities. Other htan Clark having pyrokenesis, and Clara having telepathy, they had all the same powers. At least, that's what Clark tthought.
"Sometimes, I wonder if I have other abilities, just waiting to be developed," Clark said, looking absent.
"Like...?"
"Someimtes, when I wake up, I'm floating. Or I have dreams that I'm flying and then I wake up in the middle of the road or something."
"Floating huh?" Clara looked intrigued. "That's interesting."
"Why? Do you do it too?"
'Hmm..." Clara looked to be in deep thought, then grabbed Clark's hands. "Let me show you how I float."
Clark felt confused, then felt very strange, for the feeling he was getting was definitely the weirdest one he would ever get his whole life through. He looked down and saw that they were three feet off the ground.
All of a sudden, a car pulled up into the driveway. Clara bumped them back down on the porch as quick as she could, but not quick enough. When the person's fancy shoes hit the dirt driveway and the door was slammed, Clara looked up at the guy in terrified fascination. He was pretty good- looking, but Clara was almost about to wet her pants she was so scared. No one had ever seen her use her abilities before, except her parents and her bestest, bestest friend in the whole wide world who was still in South Africa.
"Man, did I just see the two of you floating?" Pete asked, looking from Pete to Clara. Clark had called Pete last night and told him all about Clara.
"No," Clara said, laughing a little hysterically. "Can you float?"
Immediately, Pete and Clark started laughing. "I'm sorry Clara," said Clark. "This is Pete. He knows about us. I was talking to him on the phone and I told you."
"Ooooh," said Clara, turning a little pink. She stuck out her hand confidently though and said, "Hello, my name is Clara."
"My name's Peter, but everyone calls me Pete," Pete said, sticking his chocolatey brown hand into Clara's.
"It's nice to meet you Pete," Clara said, and they dropped each other's hands. Pete felt a little strange when Clara's hand was no longer in his, but he shrugged off the feeling and looked at Clark, who was staring at Pete's fancy car and the rather pricey looking three piece suit he was wearing.
Pete laughed and said, "I had to help my mom out with something. I told her I would as long as I got to borrow her car." Pete tugged at the collar of his shirt and shook it around a little. "It's real uncomfortable." He unbuttoned it a little, then sat down on the porch with them.
The three of them sat in comfortable silence for a little while, then Pete said, "So you two were floating. I kind of want to see more."
Clara smiled and took Clark's hands. Again they were floating and this time, six feet in the air, Clara looked at Clark and said, "Ready for one of the biggest rushes of a life time?"
Clark smiled in that famous Clark Kent smile and then they shot off in the air, Clara using her super-speed, taking Clark by surprise. They burst through a cloud, the cold crystals that formed it stinging their skin in a pleasantly cool way after the hot Kansas air. They shot back down into the heat and sat where Pete was sitting. Clark and Clara both got the biggest shivers of their lives, and then Pete commenced into begging to go for a ride. Clara laughed, and took him too. The two of them came back down laughing and then Pete had to go. Clara and Clark stood on the porch and waved him off.
"So is flying the only ability you've been holding out on me?" Clark asked.
Clara smiled and nodded. "Yes. I just wanted to surprise you."
"So can you like, actually fly? I mean, not just floating up and then going down really fast?"
Clara floated up into the air, then mimed that she was swimming and diving in the air, even ballooning out her cheeks to add effect. While she was "swimming," another car pulled into the driveway. It was just Martha and Jonathon, so Clara smiled and waved at them, then continued to fly.
When Jonathon saw Clara flying in the air, and exposing Clark and Clara's secret for everyone, he felt a silent rage bubbling up inside him. How could she be doing this to herself? To Clark? Didn't she know any better? He was about to thrust open the door and slam it, then run out there and yank her down. (Though he didn't want to admit it, Jonathon was also terrified as well as angered).
He fairly flew from the car and up to Clara. He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her down. Glaring at her fiercely, he began to yell, "Clara! You may be new here but I'd think you'd know better than to go galavanting around trying to reveal yours Clark's secret!"
Martha caught up with Jonathon and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Jonathon," she said in a half-horrified, half-CALM DOWN tone.
Jonathon suddenly looked stunned. Quietly entering his mind, Clara knew he felt stunned and betrayed by himself as well. He had never meant to harm anyone to keep Clark's secret safe. All he wanted was to ensure that his son was not boxed up underneath a thousand different monitors and undergoing thousands of tests. He didn't want anyone, even Clara, to be hurt by this. He was still mad and scared that Clara might do or say something stupid again, but he was absolutely terrified with himself. He had also never meant for anyone to see that horrible side of him. That angered and all too irrational side that should just be smothered until he was doing heavy work on the farm.
He let his pincer grip go that would have severely bruised Clara had she been a human being, but it didn't even feel like he was touching her. He lightly patted her shoulder and said, "I'm so sorry Clara." She wouldn't have had to enter his mind to see how sorry he was, not with that grieved tone. She could tell that these people were not ones to anger too quickly. And if they did they immediately regretted it. How utterly unlike her and her family.
She laughed and waved at him. He kept apologizing until she said, "Don't worry. I can see in your head Jonny. It's all good. That menacing thing you're feeling? Just me in your head. Don't worry about it. I swear I won't go in there again."
He smiled and patted her on the shoulder a little more heartily this time and they all went inside.
When Clara went to sleep that night, she thought about Pete. He was kinda cute!