Clark ran down the stars toward the front door. Once there he opened it just as the door bell rang for a second time. Clark saw Amaya standing, dressed casually yet still amazing stunning. "Come on in." said Clark as he stepped out of her way, holding the door open for her.
"Thank you." she said, hugging Clark tenderly before taking off her coat and shoes. She stepped inside ahead of Clark, looking around the doorframe to the kitchen seeing Martha and Johnathan.
"You don't have to worry, they know. They're allright with it." whispered Clark as the two walked into the kitchen.
"Thank you." Alex whispered.
Martha and Johnathan looked up, smiling at the new arrival. "Welcome to the Kent home." said Johnathan as he stood up, walking with Martha over to Alex. They both shook Alex's hand.
"Hi Mr. Kent; Mrs. Kent. I'm Alexandra." she responded as politly as she could.
"Dinner is just about ready. You're welcome to come and sit down." said Martha as she turned for the pots and pans on the counter. Johnathan returned to the table, where he was just finishing setting out plates. All of the time he smiled at Alex, being nice.
Or at least pretending too. Clark knew that his father wouldn't dare take his eyes off of her for fear she's try to burn the house down in a fit of unguided rage.
"Thank you." Alex responded, sitting down at the table beside Clark and where Martha would sit. She was right across from Johnathan. "This looks wonderful!" she commented, seeing some of the food that was sitting at the table. "I havn't had real food in ages. Well, by real I don't mean fake I mean processed. Frozen stuff or TV dinners. Not that there's anything wrong with them, it's just they start tasting the same after you eat them day after day... oh my god, I'm sorry. I ramble when I'm nervous."
"Nervous? Why would you be nervous?" asked Johnathan.
Clark's eyes widened. It seemed nightmares were creeping into his real life. Clark pretended to cough. "So, dad, what did you do today?"
Alex laughed. "Oh, Clark." she said. "Mr. Kent, I'm nervous because I'm trying to make a good impression on you."
Johnathan leaned back in his seat. "Straight to the point?"
Alex smiled in reply. "Anything else and you would've known it was a lie. And even if that wasn't the case, it wouldn't do anybody any good by hiding something so trivial from you."
Clark turned to Johnathan, and smiled. 'See?' he thought.
"Allright... the chicken looks done." announced Martha she grabbed the pot with both hands and lifted it off the counter. She started bringing it over to the table. Suddenly her feet slipped on some moisture on the ground, and she started falling forward with the pot with the chicken flying out of her hands. Martha braced herself for the fall, but it never came. Martha opened her eyes to see that she was hovering just above the ground, by just a few inches. Slowly something pushed her back up to her feet.
She Alexandra staring directly at Martha, with those penetrating black eyes. One of her hands was outstretched towards, the other was slung over her shoulder towards the pot and chicken, which was hanging in midair. Martha suddenly realized what was going on... telekenesis that Clark had mentioned. It was a good thing too, because the hot pot was flying towards johnathan, who was currently staring in amazement at the still food.
After Martha was safetly to her feet Alex turned her head towards the chicken pot, of which she gently lowered it to the table in place. "Are you allright, Mrs. Kent?" asked Alex, turning back to Clark's mother.
"I'm fine... just fine..." said Martha as she sat down in her seat, a bit shaky. "That was amazing." she said, noticing Clark's smile that seemed to say 'I told you so'.
"Thank you." replied Alex.
"That was something." said Johnathan, cutting into the chicken. He gave the first cut to Alex, then to Clark, then to Martha, then to himself. "So, Alex, what are you interested in?"
Alex scooped up some carrots as the salt shaker hovered upwards, releasing salt onto the carrots while Alex put more on. "Photography, psycology... uh... music, genetics, and now this town."
"Oh?" asked Martha. "Why so interested in Smallville?"
"Chloe gave me some back issues of the Torch and access to some of her research. It's amazing what the meteors have done to this town and the people... it's absolutly incredible. It's a wonder the FBI hasn't come in and shut Smallville down for good."
"Don't tell you believe those wise-tales." said Johnathan, digging his fork into a pile of peas.
Alex smiled, looking at Clark. "I have one good reason to believe them. Well, two if you include my family."
"You're family?" queried Johnathan.
"Yes. My family shares my gifts. If you can call them that." she replied.
"Why wouldn't you call them gifts?"
Alex paused, swallowing a large piece of chicken. "Gifts aren't supposed to make you ashamed of them, or make you wish you never had them. And above all they shouldn't make people afraid of you, and prejudge you to be a monster, Mr. Kent."
Johnathan glanced at Clark. "Those are some pretty strong feelings." he said.
Alex smiled again. "They don't matter. I mean, you and Mrs. Kent are godsent. In Edge City as soon as I told someone, particularly boyfriends, about my abilities they would run away or start calling me a freak of nature. Then there was one boy... he was shaken up about it, but ok with it. Then his parents found out." she said, stopping there. She took a deep breath. "It's just nice to meet people who care about who you are, not just what."
Just then the phone rang.
"I'll get it." said Clark, bolting upwards for the phone. He reached it, took it in his hand, and held it up to his ear.
"Hello?" asked Clark.
i"Hey Clark, this is Pete. Listen, I'm at the hospital, I tried getting you at school but I couldn't find you. And the line has been busy at your place for hours."/i
"Lines must have been down... must be the storm. Wait, hospital? Pete what's wrong?"
i"Lana's here. Something happened to her at school. The doctor's aren't saying anything yet. I'm here with Mr. Sullivan and Chloe. I just thought you might want to come down."/i
"Of course, Pete, I'll be right there." Clark said, hangin up the phone. He turned to the table, of which all of the it's occupants were staring at him in worry. "I need to go to the hospital. Lana is there, she got hurt at school and she's been there ever since." Clark said, heading for the door. "I'm sorry Alex. If you want to come to the hospital you can, but I could be there a while. Goodbye mom; dad." Clark said as he raced out the door.
Alex turned to Martha and Johnathan. They both looked concerned for Alex, after all she had just been left by her date. "Mrs. Kent, this chicken is delicious." she said, her voice a bit unsteady, trying to pretend nothing happened.
"Alex, are you allright? Clark has a way of... shifting priority suddenly." said Martha.
Alex nodded. "I'm fine. I understand. Clark feels a great deal of responsibility, anything that happens to his family or friends he would consider his fault."
"Oh?" asked Johnathan. "That's pretty accurate. How do you know that?"
Alex stuck her fork into her chicken, using her knife to cut off another chunk rather quickly, getting a bit frustrated with it. "It was written, well, felt, in the nightmare he showed me. If you ask me he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he doesn't realize it." she said, off-hand. "Could you please pass me the brocolli?"
"Thank you." she said, hugging Clark tenderly before taking off her coat and shoes. She stepped inside ahead of Clark, looking around the doorframe to the kitchen seeing Martha and Johnathan.
"You don't have to worry, they know. They're allright with it." whispered Clark as the two walked into the kitchen.
"Thank you." Alex whispered.
Martha and Johnathan looked up, smiling at the new arrival. "Welcome to the Kent home." said Johnathan as he stood up, walking with Martha over to Alex. They both shook Alex's hand.
"Hi Mr. Kent; Mrs. Kent. I'm Alexandra." she responded as politly as she could.
"Dinner is just about ready. You're welcome to come and sit down." said Martha as she turned for the pots and pans on the counter. Johnathan returned to the table, where he was just finishing setting out plates. All of the time he smiled at Alex, being nice.
Or at least pretending too. Clark knew that his father wouldn't dare take his eyes off of her for fear she's try to burn the house down in a fit of unguided rage.
"Thank you." Alex responded, sitting down at the table beside Clark and where Martha would sit. She was right across from Johnathan. "This looks wonderful!" she commented, seeing some of the food that was sitting at the table. "I havn't had real food in ages. Well, by real I don't mean fake I mean processed. Frozen stuff or TV dinners. Not that there's anything wrong with them, it's just they start tasting the same after you eat them day after day... oh my god, I'm sorry. I ramble when I'm nervous."
"Nervous? Why would you be nervous?" asked Johnathan.
Clark's eyes widened. It seemed nightmares were creeping into his real life. Clark pretended to cough. "So, dad, what did you do today?"
Alex laughed. "Oh, Clark." she said. "Mr. Kent, I'm nervous because I'm trying to make a good impression on you."
Johnathan leaned back in his seat. "Straight to the point?"
Alex smiled in reply. "Anything else and you would've known it was a lie. And even if that wasn't the case, it wouldn't do anybody any good by hiding something so trivial from you."
Clark turned to Johnathan, and smiled. 'See?' he thought.
"Allright... the chicken looks done." announced Martha she grabbed the pot with both hands and lifted it off the counter. She started bringing it over to the table. Suddenly her feet slipped on some moisture on the ground, and she started falling forward with the pot with the chicken flying out of her hands. Martha braced herself for the fall, but it never came. Martha opened her eyes to see that she was hovering just above the ground, by just a few inches. Slowly something pushed her back up to her feet.
She Alexandra staring directly at Martha, with those penetrating black eyes. One of her hands was outstretched towards, the other was slung over her shoulder towards the pot and chicken, which was hanging in midair. Martha suddenly realized what was going on... telekenesis that Clark had mentioned. It was a good thing too, because the hot pot was flying towards johnathan, who was currently staring in amazement at the still food.
After Martha was safetly to her feet Alex turned her head towards the chicken pot, of which she gently lowered it to the table in place. "Are you allright, Mrs. Kent?" asked Alex, turning back to Clark's mother.
"I'm fine... just fine..." said Martha as she sat down in her seat, a bit shaky. "That was amazing." she said, noticing Clark's smile that seemed to say 'I told you so'.
"Thank you." replied Alex.
"That was something." said Johnathan, cutting into the chicken. He gave the first cut to Alex, then to Clark, then to Martha, then to himself. "So, Alex, what are you interested in?"
Alex scooped up some carrots as the salt shaker hovered upwards, releasing salt onto the carrots while Alex put more on. "Photography, psycology... uh... music, genetics, and now this town."
"Oh?" asked Martha. "Why so interested in Smallville?"
"Chloe gave me some back issues of the Torch and access to some of her research. It's amazing what the meteors have done to this town and the people... it's absolutly incredible. It's a wonder the FBI hasn't come in and shut Smallville down for good."
"Don't tell you believe those wise-tales." said Johnathan, digging his fork into a pile of peas.
Alex smiled, looking at Clark. "I have one good reason to believe them. Well, two if you include my family."
"You're family?" queried Johnathan.
"Yes. My family shares my gifts. If you can call them that." she replied.
"Why wouldn't you call them gifts?"
Alex paused, swallowing a large piece of chicken. "Gifts aren't supposed to make you ashamed of them, or make you wish you never had them. And above all they shouldn't make people afraid of you, and prejudge you to be a monster, Mr. Kent."
Johnathan glanced at Clark. "Those are some pretty strong feelings." he said.
Alex smiled again. "They don't matter. I mean, you and Mrs. Kent are godsent. In Edge City as soon as I told someone, particularly boyfriends, about my abilities they would run away or start calling me a freak of nature. Then there was one boy... he was shaken up about it, but ok with it. Then his parents found out." she said, stopping there. She took a deep breath. "It's just nice to meet people who care about who you are, not just what."
Just then the phone rang.
"I'll get it." said Clark, bolting upwards for the phone. He reached it, took it in his hand, and held it up to his ear.
"Hello?" asked Clark.
i"Hey Clark, this is Pete. Listen, I'm at the hospital, I tried getting you at school but I couldn't find you. And the line has been busy at your place for hours."/i
"Lines must have been down... must be the storm. Wait, hospital? Pete what's wrong?"
i"Lana's here. Something happened to her at school. The doctor's aren't saying anything yet. I'm here with Mr. Sullivan and Chloe. I just thought you might want to come down."/i
"Of course, Pete, I'll be right there." Clark said, hangin up the phone. He turned to the table, of which all of the it's occupants were staring at him in worry. "I need to go to the hospital. Lana is there, she got hurt at school and she's been there ever since." Clark said, heading for the door. "I'm sorry Alex. If you want to come to the hospital you can, but I could be there a while. Goodbye mom; dad." Clark said as he raced out the door.
Alex turned to Martha and Johnathan. They both looked concerned for Alex, after all she had just been left by her date. "Mrs. Kent, this chicken is delicious." she said, her voice a bit unsteady, trying to pretend nothing happened.
"Alex, are you allright? Clark has a way of... shifting priority suddenly." said Martha.
Alex nodded. "I'm fine. I understand. Clark feels a great deal of responsibility, anything that happens to his family or friends he would consider his fault."
"Oh?" asked Johnathan. "That's pretty accurate. How do you know that?"
Alex stuck her fork into her chicken, using her knife to cut off another chunk rather quickly, getting a bit frustrated with it. "It was written, well, felt, in the nightmare he showed me. If you ask me he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he doesn't realize it." she said, off-hand. "Could you please pass me the brocolli?"