Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Smallville or the Justice League. I am just borrowing the characters for a bit of amusement. So, please don't sue because I have nothing you want. Oh yeah, "speech" and 'thoughts'.

Saving Superman

"I believe you have angered our host Shayera, so please apologize to Clark." Shaking off the warning from Diana, Shayera continued to taunt the increasingly angry Clark. "Now be a good boy Clark and help us find some nice, clean clothes."

Seeing red Clark tried to keep his cool, 'She's just trying to push your buttons, don't go for it.' Visibly calmer, Clark listened to the small voice inside his head, "Very well, but know this, I will find out what you two are up. Of this you can be sure."

Taken aback by the venom prevalent in his voice Diana hung her head in shame, while Shayera seemed to be enjoying taunting the future leader of the Justice League. Watching him descend the steps Shayera turned around to find Diana glaring daggers at her, "What?"

Clark, while on the outside seemed calm and composed, was in all actuality livid inside. 'Great, more people that know my secret, what did I do to deserve this?' Looking around the house for something the women could wear, Clark finally settled on some worn me down t-shirts and some jeans he used when he was younger.

"Wonder what is taking him so long? Hey Diana, oh come on your still not mad are you?"

"Shayera, you made the man I love hate me, how do you think I feel?"

"Jeez, isn't he a little young Diana? I mean he can't even have finished high school yet, are you a cradle robber? Hehe.."

Hearing footsteps, Shayera thought it best they end their little conversation. Clark arrived at the top of the loft with different articles of clothing ranging from a t-shirt to some dusty jeans. "This is all I could find, is this alright?"

"That's fine Clark, thank you so much."

"Looks alright, but couldn't you have found some that weren't so dusty?"

Slapping Shayera over the head, Diana smiled at Clark and apologized for her companion's attitude. "This will do just fine Shayera, now let's go get changed."

"I would if Mr. Superspeed would get out of the way." Stepping back Clark let both women pass, they changed their clothes downstairs and came back up to the loft to talk with Clark.

"Well, now that we have some decent clothing we can talk about what we are going to do. Isn't that right Diana?"

"I suppose, but don't you think we should let Clark into what we are talking about?"

"Yes, that would be most generous of you, I am confused beyond reason."

"We'll get to that in time, but first let's test out Clark's abilities. See if their up to snuff as they say."

"What do you mean exactly? And what does it have to do with me?" Staring at both women like they were mad, Clark could not help the slight tingle of fear that ran down his spine.

"Very well, but let's not hurt him too badly. I mean he is our host after all, we don't want him all bruised up." With that both women jumped at Clark, thankfully Clark was fast enough to dodge their tackle. Unfortunately, Clark did not have all the tactical training and experience that Shayera and Diana had. Quickly recovering from their failed tackle, they aimed both high and low. Meaning Diana went for his torso and Shayera his legs, this caused quite of bit of pain for Clark.

Delivering blow after blow Diana realized, although he was young his body could take quite a beating. Shayera was having too much fun drilling into the Man of Steel, 'This will teach him to knock us out, still can't believe he did that.'

Clark was surprised by the strength of the women and could not come up with a way to stop them. The blows were coming faster and faster, it seemed that the women were out to kill him. 'This can't be a little test, it feels like a sledgehammer ramming into my gut.' Believing that the young superhero was beaten enough both women retreated to their respective places. "Well that was fun, seems the kid can take the blows but not diss them out."

"True, he seems to not have learned all his maneuvers yet, we will have to train him from the beginning."

Realizing the pounding in his ears had stopped Clark opened his eyes to see both women leaning on the staircase. Feeling the areas most battered Clark winced slightly at the bruising that resulted. "What the hell was that for?"

"Just testing you kid, you have a lot to learn. Fortunately we have a lot of time, should be fun."

"But we cannot train him here, we must find a more remote location. It would not be prudent to release our identities in this time."

"That's true, hmmm… how bout if we train him at your place Diana?"

"What are you guys talking about? What training? And stop talking like I'm not here." Ignoring the ranting of her superior Shayera focused on the issue at hand, "So how bout it Diana?"

"I have told you numerous times Shayera, no man can enter there. We must find another location, somewhere secluded yet close so we can walk there." Nodding her head Shayera directed her stare at Clark, "Clark? Do you know of anywhere we can be alone? Like a forest perhaps?"

"I believe there is a forest nearby, Tiger Woods or something like that?"

"That sounds fine, let's go Diana."

"Wait, I have not agreed to this, I want to know who you guys are."

"Maybe when we get to the woods, now let's go Clark."

"I will not, I have things that must be done here. I can't just up and leave."

"I am terribly sorry for this Clark, but it is for your own good." Reaching across his neck Diana squeezed and Clark crumpled to the floor.

"Whoa…what was that? And can you teach me?"

"It was nothing, now let's be on our way." Carrying the teen between them they headed out of the barn and toward the woods.

Author's notes: Well that is Chapter 3, how did you like it? Anyways, I got to go, Peace I'm out.