Title: Chapter Two

Author: Sierra

Rating: PG13 for language; this one has the f word so yeah... Disclaimer: Honestly, if I owned Smallville, would I be writing on fan fiction? I also do not own any of the words below me unless I use a word from my dictionary that's mad up of useless word, which is highly doubtful. Does anyone own words? I mean how could you unless you invented it. Go ahead sue; I will get my buddy Lex to get me the top ten lawyers of his lawyer army, fools. Oops again I don't own him.

Previously: Clark was in Metropolis living like a king, going by the name Kal. He was stealing ATM's, robbing banks, and spending nights at bars picking up a different chick every night. Until his father Jonathon and best friend Pete decided enough was enough. They tracked him down, used green k, and got the ring off. But then something happened...

Summary: This is a different ending to Phoenix and Exodus. In this Chapter Clark is going to awaken and—oh you'll see.

Jonathan huffed as he carried his son. It wasn't an easy task to carry a 6'3 person that weighs probably almost 180 lbs or more. Jonathan stopped in front of the elevator.
"Uh Pete? We have a problem...how are we going to get out carrying him? We need a distraction..." Jonathan said as he pushed the elevator button and stepped in. He checked around for cameras but couldn't find any. Pete slightly grinned.
"I can cover that..." Pete said as he stepped in after him. Jonathan stared down at Clark whose face was a mixture of pain and sadness even in his sleep. Jonathan sighed. He looked up at the screen, which was saying what floor they were on...14.
"No...!" Clark muttered, his eyes frantically moving underneath his eyelids. Jonathon looked at Pete who looked close to tears. Pete looked down at Clark who was muttering, then to the floor. Jonathan looked up to see that they were on the 3rd floor. He adjusted Clark so he was over his shoulders. Pete sighed and nodded as the elevator doors opened. Jonathan tried to get as close to the wall as possible. Pete stepped out of the elevator and walked casually to the girl at the desk. She smiled as she looked up.
"Hey did I die and go to heaven? Because your like an angel." Pete said putting on a fake grin. The girl laughed.
"Are you serious? I am like ten years older than you and that is the worst pick up line I have ever heard." The girl said.
"Oh come on! Your really cute and I am sure you are really nice." Pete said. The girl laughed again. Jonathan couldn't help but grin. This kid had guts.
"Uh sure just to get you out of my hair." The girl said reaching down to get a pen in her desk. Pete nodded. Jonathan practically ran out the swinging doors.
"Here you go..." The girl said as she looked up from writing her number. She looked up to see no one, just the doors swinging shut.
"Figures..." she said pissed.

Jonathan gently laid Clark in the truck of the bed and laid a blanket over him. Pete rushed out of the doors almost slipping on the wet ground.
"Uh Pete...will you a stay back here, in case he wakes up?" Jonathan said slowly. Pete just nodded and crawled in the back of the truck next to Clark who was starting to sweat and looking pale.
"Is he okay? He looks scared and panicked..." Pete said as Jonathan closed the hatch.
"I don't know Pete, let's hope so." Jonathan said as he got in the car and sped off to towards Smallville.

Pete sighed as he looked as his best friend lying in the truck bed.
"Clark...I hope you know that I didn't want to do that to you, but it had to be done you could've exposed your secret...sorry man." Pete said putting his head in his hands.
"NO! NO DON'T, YOU SON OF A BITCH. LEAVE THEM OUT OF THIS...Burn in hell." Clark yelled out, still unconscious. Pete slowly raised his head to see Clark clawing at the air.
"What the hell?" Pete said staring.
"I fucking destroyed you...LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Clark screamed out, he said it so loud it got Jonathan's attention. Jonathan turned his head as he stopped on the gas.
"What is he doing Pete?" Jonathan called out the window.
"I don't know. I think he is dreaming about Jor-el. Just keep driving." Pete said looking at the now backed up traffic behind them. Jonathan nodded as he kept driving only faster. Pete sighed, this was going to be one hell of a three hours.

The red pick up truck flew down the dusty Kent driveway. By now it was at least 7 in the morning. The sky was crisp blue and the sun was shining. Clark still hadn't woke up but his mumbling had stopped. Though he was quiet his face was still sad and pained. Pete was slumped in one of the corners sleeping. Jonathan walked to the side of the truck and shook him.
"Pete wake up..." Jonathan said softly. Pete mumbled go away but then popped open his eyes. He saw Mr. Kent and jumped.
"Jesus you scared me Mr. Kent...Has he?" Pete said looking towards Clark limp body.
"No...Let's go get Martha..." Jonathan said as he started to walk towards the house.
"What about Clark?" Pete said jumping out of the truck.
"It's not like he is going anywhere is it? He hasn't moved for almost three hours...it's okay Pete he will be fine." Jonathan said turning towards Pete. Pete nodded and caught up with Jonathan. They both sighed when the got to the kitchen door.
"Well this is going to be nice..." Jonathan said as he stepped inside slowly. Pete couldn't help but smile...Martha would probably hit him upside the head with a frying pan when she heard they used the Kryptonite right off the bat. He shook his head and walked in the kitchen.

Clark's eyes slowly opened, squinting because of the sunlight shining into his eyes. He slowly sat up cradling his head. He noticed he was in the back of a truck. He breathed deeply then retched over the side of the truck.
"Oh shit..." Clark said standing up and jumping out of the truck. He looked around to see boxes set around in the garage. Clark sighed as he took one look up to the house to see his mother staring straight at him she had tears in her eyes. Clark thought they were because of him coming home and she didn't want him to. He gave her one sad look then super sped off.
Clark super sped down the road tears stinging at his eyes. He thought about going to Metropolis but he was too tired and it was a long way even for him. He ran for about half an hour at normal speed when he realized where he was. He was right in front of the Luthor Corp plant. The exact same field where he was strung up and nearly died at the homecoming game 2 years ago. He walked to the place where the post was. He leaned up against the post and slumped down, crying. You may be wondering why Clark would be crying...well just picture this. Your adopted, an alien, the last one of your kind, your real father tells you that you have to take over earth, you disobey and destroy the last thing about the truth killing your only unborn sibling, and your dad calls you a freak pretty much. He put his head in his eyes and pushed him self to go to sleep.

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"Honey it's not as bad as you think...he is fine..." Jonathan said slowly backing up towards the stove. Pete was sitting at the table eating and grinning through chewing. He new it wasn't a laughing matter but he couldn't help it.
"Not as bad? JONATHAN OUR SON WASN'T BREATHING!" Martha said walking towards him practically radiating off a force of anger. There were tears coming out of her eyes.
"Well, He might have killed us if we didn't use it. You know what that damn ring does to him." Jonathan said straightening up.
"Where is he now?" Martha said moving towards the door. She was Clark sit up and puke over the side of the truck. Another tear rolled down her cheek, not a sad one this time but a joyful-one-that-she-got-her-son- back tear. Clark sat up and hopped out of the truck then met her eye. He slightly took a step forwards then shook his head. He took a step backwards then super sped off towards Smallville High it looked like.
"He's out in the—"Jonathan managed to get out.
"CLARK!" Martha screamed running out the door trying to follow him. Jonathan looked out the door to see a blur running down the road. He stood up and raced out the door. Martha stood on the porch and leaned against the post tears falling freely. Jonathan ran on to the truck to make sure he wasn't there but stopped when he stepped in the vomit.
"Ughh...Where did he go?" Jonathan said shaking off his shoe and heading back to Martha. She had her head in Pete's shoulder. Martha looked up.
"I don't know...we have to get him back. I don't want to lose him...who knows what he might do now that he doesn't have the red kryptonite." Martha said. Pete slowly walked off towards where Clark had headed then slowly turned back towards the Kent's.
"I don't know where he went...but I suggest we find him now. Clark was just like on drugs like it would be to us. He probably is feeling really—well crappy. So if you were feeling crappy and thought every one hated you what would you do?" Pete said suddenly hopping in his car (the old beat up piece of shit) Pete stuck his head out the window. Jonathan was trying to get the puke of his boots but the dirt just stuck to it making it a bigger mess. Martha's face suddenly got a look of panic.
"Clark would never do that would he?" Martha said.
"Would any other teenager?" Pete said. Jonathan ran to his truck.
"Martha...me and Pete will go look for him before he does something he will regret...you stay here. Pete search every where for him." Jonathan said, and with that Pete and him drove off, leaving Martha crying on the driveway.

A/N: Sorry it took so long major writers block. The next time I update will be for my other story (I rotate). And I will not upload again until I get 8 reviews.