The helicopter lifted into the air unaware of their stowaway. Well, two stowaways. One was underneath the chopper holding on for dear life – Clark – and one inside the chopper hidden in a very cramped crate. No one noticed either of them.
A technician in the control tower saw Clark holding on to the bottom, but decided that he had a bit too much to drink before coming to work and kept quiet.
A few hours later, the helicopter settled formally in an airport in Aberdeen, Scotland. With a couple of bribes, no one knew that they were in the country, and the helicopter was refueled for the trip back to America. Clark discreetly let go about a mile from the airport and super sped into the city to find out where he could get the Wolfsbane.
First, though, he would have to call his mother.
Thousands of miles away, in Kansas, Martha Kent heard the phone ring. Who would call so late? "Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Clark! Where are you? Are you okay? Have you eaten?"
"Yeah mom, I'm fine. Listen, I'm in Scotland; I'm looking for the plant that can cure the police and..."
"Clark, why didn't you just let Lionel get it?"
"W-what?" asked Clark, stunned that his mother knew.
"He called yesterday. He let me know that you were with him, what you were after, and he told me that he'd send you home as you could, but I knew that you wouldn't until you got the plant. Listen, Clark – you're missing school. We miss you; Pete, Chloe, and Lana miss you. Why don't you just come home?"
"I..." began Clark, but he slowly burst into tears as it hit him how homesick he was. How long had it been since he woke up at six in the morning to do chores like cleaning out the barn and milking the cows? It seemed like forever.
"Clark, I understand you wanted to protect Lionel and Sergeant Willows, but you don't have to anymore. Just let them do their job and come home."
Jonathon heard Martha on the phone from the living room. "Martha, is that Clark? Let me talk to him."
Martha nodded and gave him the cordless phone.
"Clark, this is your father."
"Dad? I – I just wanted to help."
"Now listen to me, son. I know what's going on – Martha told me. You know I don't approve you working with Lionel, but if it's for the good of this town, I suppose there isn't much you can do. But those werewolves you're trying to protect Lionel and whoever else you're with can hurt you. Lionel can hurt you. It's too dangerous; come home," ordered Jonathon.
"Dad, they don't have the plant yet. They don't even know where to find it. I can help them. I'm in Scotland now, and – "
"You mean to tell me you kept following Lionel? Son, this has got to stop! You have responsibilities here; they can take care of themselves."
"There's more at stake here than them finding out my secret or my grades. If the plant grows here, there might be more wolves - wolves that I can fight. The dad that raised me would want me to help Lionel and Willows get the plant for the men that were bitten. I can't come home yet."
There was silence on the line. "You mean a lot to me, Clark – your mother, too. I can't let you stay over there knowing you could get hurt."
More silence.
"But... you do have gifts. And I will one day have to let you decide how you use them. Just don't let Lionel see you – the last thing we need is him breathing down our backs again."
Clark smiled. "Thanks, dad. I love you both. Bye."
"Come home soon, Clark. Bye."
Back at the helicopter, Ellem was sick of waiting. He had spent hours in the cramped crate, and did his best to remain silent, but it was too much. When at last the helicopter landed and the moving ceased, Ellem burst out of the crate in a blind fury. The helicopter was empty, but he could see Lionel and Sergeant Willows leading her troops to the city.
First he would wait until nighttime. Then he would make his move.
A technician in the control tower saw Clark holding on to the bottom, but decided that he had a bit too much to drink before coming to work and kept quiet.
A few hours later, the helicopter settled formally in an airport in Aberdeen, Scotland. With a couple of bribes, no one knew that they were in the country, and the helicopter was refueled for the trip back to America. Clark discreetly let go about a mile from the airport and super sped into the city to find out where he could get the Wolfsbane.
First, though, he would have to call his mother.
Thousands of miles away, in Kansas, Martha Kent heard the phone ring. Who would call so late? "Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Clark! Where are you? Are you okay? Have you eaten?"
"Yeah mom, I'm fine. Listen, I'm in Scotland; I'm looking for the plant that can cure the police and..."
"Clark, why didn't you just let Lionel get it?"
"W-what?" asked Clark, stunned that his mother knew.
"He called yesterday. He let me know that you were with him, what you were after, and he told me that he'd send you home as you could, but I knew that you wouldn't until you got the plant. Listen, Clark – you're missing school. We miss you; Pete, Chloe, and Lana miss you. Why don't you just come home?"
"I..." began Clark, but he slowly burst into tears as it hit him how homesick he was. How long had it been since he woke up at six in the morning to do chores like cleaning out the barn and milking the cows? It seemed like forever.
"Clark, I understand you wanted to protect Lionel and Sergeant Willows, but you don't have to anymore. Just let them do their job and come home."
Jonathon heard Martha on the phone from the living room. "Martha, is that Clark? Let me talk to him."
Martha nodded and gave him the cordless phone.
"Clark, this is your father."
"Dad? I – I just wanted to help."
"Now listen to me, son. I know what's going on – Martha told me. You know I don't approve you working with Lionel, but if it's for the good of this town, I suppose there isn't much you can do. But those werewolves you're trying to protect Lionel and whoever else you're with can hurt you. Lionel can hurt you. It's too dangerous; come home," ordered Jonathon.
"Dad, they don't have the plant yet. They don't even know where to find it. I can help them. I'm in Scotland now, and – "
"You mean to tell me you kept following Lionel? Son, this has got to stop! You have responsibilities here; they can take care of themselves."
"There's more at stake here than them finding out my secret or my grades. If the plant grows here, there might be more wolves - wolves that I can fight. The dad that raised me would want me to help Lionel and Willows get the plant for the men that were bitten. I can't come home yet."
There was silence on the line. "You mean a lot to me, Clark – your mother, too. I can't let you stay over there knowing you could get hurt."
More silence.
"But... you do have gifts. And I will one day have to let you decide how you use them. Just don't let Lionel see you – the last thing we need is him breathing down our backs again."
Clark smiled. "Thanks, dad. I love you both. Bye."
"Come home soon, Clark. Bye."
Back at the helicopter, Ellem was sick of waiting. He had spent hours in the cramped crate, and did his best to remain silent, but it was too much. When at last the helicopter landed and the moving ceased, Ellem burst out of the crate in a blind fury. The helicopter was empty, but he could see Lionel and Sergeant Willows leading her troops to the city.
First he would wait until nighttime. Then he would make his move.