Chp. 4
Some time after Clark made his escape from the farm, Martha managed to
call the Sheriff's department and have the reporters removed from the
farm. Many refused to leave citing the importance of the story but
their pleas fell on deaf ears. Once the last van had been ushered off
the farm, Ethan gave his reassurance to the Kent's that the farm would
be getting no more of their visitors, and that they would keep an eye
out for Clark.
Night had descended upon Lowell County, Kansas, but by now the world
knew the truth. Aliens existed, they had proof of that. The spaceship
that had been hidden in the Kent's storm cellar and was taken by locals
was now confiscated by the U.S. Army. They declared that there may be
unknown toxins or some sort of radiation that the craft could be
emitting although tests proved otherwise.
Clark had successfully been able to hide himself for the remainder of
the day. He'd actually hidden out in the old Talon building in
Smallville. No one had thought to look for him there.
Now that it was night time, Clark had no idea where to go. Should he
try and go home? Or should he try and go to Pete's? Clark wasn't sure.
He was figuring that there would still be some reporters hanging around
but wasn't sure. He really wanted to go home but that was the only
thing keeping him from doing so.
Lex! Why didn't he think about that before? Clark ran the idea through
his mind. Yes, he could go to Lex, couldn't he? Lex did, by the way,
owe him because of Clark saving his life.
Yes, he would go to Lex. But first he needed to try and contact him.
Clark made his way out of the abandoned movie theatre and headed up
the sidewalk. There was no one out at this hour which made Clark sigh
in relief. He was still cautious, though, and would occasionally look
around to make sure he wasn't being followed. Coming up to a payphone
he searched through his pockets for the exact amount of change. He
picked up the receiver, deposited the money and dial Lex's number.
Lex Luthor sat in his study on one of his many expensive leather
couches. In his right hand he held his favorite bourbon and the other a
tv remote. Since coming home he'd been glued to the television, trying
to learn more about his young friend. Details were sketchy at best. So
far all the reporters had were false adoption papers and an adoption
agency that was open for only six months before mysteriously shutting
down.
Lex was snapped out of his reverie by the ringing of his phone.
Setting down the remote he reached over for the receiver.
"This had better be important! I'm rather busy right now," Lex yelled
into the phone.
"Lex! It's Clark! I need to see you!"
There was silence on the other end before Lex finally spoke again.
"Clark, what can I do for you?"
"I need to see you Lex. I can't go home and I have nowhere else to go,"
Clark told him. "I'm not sure if there are still reporters at the farm
or not, and I don't really want to find out."
"I see," Lex replied. "Well, if you want, you're welcome to come by
the mansion."
"Thanks, Lex, you're a true friend."
"You're welcome," Lex told him. "I'll be seeing you when you get
here."
"Okay, Lex. Bye," Clark told him as he hung up the payphone.
"Bye Clark," Lex said as he hung up his phone. He quickly dialed his
staff head. "Jeremy, this is Lex Luthor. You and the rest of the staff
have the night off. Understand?"
"Understood, Mr. Luthor. I'll make sure to notify the others," Jeremy
replied.
"Good." Lex hung up the phone again and finished off his bourbon.
Maybe now he'd get the answers to some of the questions he had.
A few minutes later Clark showed up at the front door of the mansion.
"Hi, Lex," Clark managed as he stood at the door.
"Clark," Lex replied. "Come on in." Clark nodded and follow Lex into
his study.
"Where are all your servants at?" Clark asked.
"Well, after you called I gave them the night off," Lex responded.
"Besides, I figured after today you wouldn't want the extra attention."
"Um, thanks," Clark replied as Lex shut the door to the study and
headed for the desk. Pulling the seat back he sat in it and pulled
himself forward and placed his hands on the desk. Clark took a seat in
one of the other chairs that was next to the desk, feeling somewhat
awkward.
"Clark, I just don't know what to say," Lex stated. He continued to
eyeball Clark as he squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. "Why didn't
you ever tell me about you after the wreck?"
"Because of this," Clark replied, pointing to the television that was
still going. Images of Clark superspeeding from the farm were shown on
the screen. Lex grabbed the remote and shut it off as he and Clark went
back into conversation.
"My parents were worried that if someone ever found out about me that
I'd be captured and sent to a lab somewhere." He paused for a second
before continuing, "Lex, what if someone like your father had found me
after the meteor shower? What would he have done?"
Lex thought about the question. "He'd have put you in a cage to be
studied for the rest of your life."
"Precisely," Clark concluded. "That's one of the reasons I could
never
tell you, Chloe, Pete, or anyone else I cared about. I guess the less
people that knew the better."
Lex nodded. He agreed with his friend on that mark. "Well, now that
the world knows, what are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure. I want to go back to the farm, but I can't." Clark got
up from the chair and walked to a window. Lex got up and followed him
but kept his distance.
"You could stay here," Lex suggested. "I've got more than enough
room."
Clark turned to look at his friend, shock filling his face. "Really,
you're serious?"
"Of course," Lex replied. He walked over to his friend and placed a
reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Clark, I know why you did what you
did. And I'm willing to put that behind us." He held out his hand to
shake. "No more secrets?"
Clark looked at the hand and then back to his friend's face. "No more
secrets." Clark shook his hand. The two friends had managed to
reconcile, albeit, under stranger than normal circumstances.
"So, Clark, what kind of powers do you have?" the inquisitive
billionare asked. Clark smiled. Showing off his powers to someone
understanding like Lex might not be so bad.
"Well, I have incredible speed and strength, which you've already
seen. I've never been sick so I guess I could be immune to any type of
sickness, well, except the meteor rocks themselves. For some reason I
feel weak and nauseous around them."
Lex nodded. "Maybe some kind of allergic reaction?"
"Possibly," Clark replied. "There's something else I'm worried about,
though."
"What's that?" Lex asked.
"My ship," Clark concluded. "All I know is that some people found it
but I have no idea of what's happened to it."
"I can answer that for you, Clark," Lex told his friend. "The U.S.
Army just confiscated only a few hours ago. It's sitting at the Jackson
Army Base just outside of Metropolis."
Clark visibly winced. What would happen to the ship? He had to get it
back from the government. "I've got to try and get my ship back Lex."
He tried to push his friend aside but Lex stopped him. "Don't worry
about the ship, Clark."
"Why not?"
"Well, let's just say that one phone call to the right people and I can
have it sitting in my basement by morning," Lex responded with a slight
grin.
Clark sighed. "Should I even ask how you're able do that?"
"No, it's probably best that you don't," Lex smirked as he picked up
the phone and began dialing.
End chp. 4
Some time after Clark made his escape from the farm, Martha managed to
call the Sheriff's department and have the reporters removed from the
farm. Many refused to leave citing the importance of the story but
their pleas fell on deaf ears. Once the last van had been ushered off
the farm, Ethan gave his reassurance to the Kent's that the farm would
be getting no more of their visitors, and that they would keep an eye
out for Clark.
Night had descended upon Lowell County, Kansas, but by now the world
knew the truth. Aliens existed, they had proof of that. The spaceship
that had been hidden in the Kent's storm cellar and was taken by locals
was now confiscated by the U.S. Army. They declared that there may be
unknown toxins or some sort of radiation that the craft could be
emitting although tests proved otherwise.
Clark had successfully been able to hide himself for the remainder of
the day. He'd actually hidden out in the old Talon building in
Smallville. No one had thought to look for him there.
Now that it was night time, Clark had no idea where to go. Should he
try and go home? Or should he try and go to Pete's? Clark wasn't sure.
He was figuring that there would still be some reporters hanging around
but wasn't sure. He really wanted to go home but that was the only
thing keeping him from doing so.
Lex! Why didn't he think about that before? Clark ran the idea through
his mind. Yes, he could go to Lex, couldn't he? Lex did, by the way,
owe him because of Clark saving his life.
Yes, he would go to Lex. But first he needed to try and contact him.
Clark made his way out of the abandoned movie theatre and headed up
the sidewalk. There was no one out at this hour which made Clark sigh
in relief. He was still cautious, though, and would occasionally look
around to make sure he wasn't being followed. Coming up to a payphone
he searched through his pockets for the exact amount of change. He
picked up the receiver, deposited the money and dial Lex's number.
Lex Luthor sat in his study on one of his many expensive leather
couches. In his right hand he held his favorite bourbon and the other a
tv remote. Since coming home he'd been glued to the television, trying
to learn more about his young friend. Details were sketchy at best. So
far all the reporters had were false adoption papers and an adoption
agency that was open for only six months before mysteriously shutting
down.
Lex was snapped out of his reverie by the ringing of his phone.
Setting down the remote he reached over for the receiver.
"This had better be important! I'm rather busy right now," Lex yelled
into the phone.
"Lex! It's Clark! I need to see you!"
There was silence on the other end before Lex finally spoke again.
"Clark, what can I do for you?"
"I need to see you Lex. I can't go home and I have nowhere else to go,"
Clark told him. "I'm not sure if there are still reporters at the farm
or not, and I don't really want to find out."
"I see," Lex replied. "Well, if you want, you're welcome to come by
the mansion."
"Thanks, Lex, you're a true friend."
"You're welcome," Lex told him. "I'll be seeing you when you get
here."
"Okay, Lex. Bye," Clark told him as he hung up the payphone.
"Bye Clark," Lex said as he hung up his phone. He quickly dialed his
staff head. "Jeremy, this is Lex Luthor. You and the rest of the staff
have the night off. Understand?"
"Understood, Mr. Luthor. I'll make sure to notify the others," Jeremy
replied.
"Good." Lex hung up the phone again and finished off his bourbon.
Maybe now he'd get the answers to some of the questions he had.
A few minutes later Clark showed up at the front door of the mansion.
"Hi, Lex," Clark managed as he stood at the door.
"Clark," Lex replied. "Come on in." Clark nodded and follow Lex into
his study.
"Where are all your servants at?" Clark asked.
"Well, after you called I gave them the night off," Lex responded.
"Besides, I figured after today you wouldn't want the extra attention."
"Um, thanks," Clark replied as Lex shut the door to the study and
headed for the desk. Pulling the seat back he sat in it and pulled
himself forward and placed his hands on the desk. Clark took a seat in
one of the other chairs that was next to the desk, feeling somewhat
awkward.
"Clark, I just don't know what to say," Lex stated. He continued to
eyeball Clark as he squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. "Why didn't
you ever tell me about you after the wreck?"
"Because of this," Clark replied, pointing to the television that was
still going. Images of Clark superspeeding from the farm were shown on
the screen. Lex grabbed the remote and shut it off as he and Clark went
back into conversation.
"My parents were worried that if someone ever found out about me that
I'd be captured and sent to a lab somewhere." He paused for a second
before continuing, "Lex, what if someone like your father had found me
after the meteor shower? What would he have done?"
Lex thought about the question. "He'd have put you in a cage to be
studied for the rest of your life."
"Precisely," Clark concluded. "That's one of the reasons I could
never
tell you, Chloe, Pete, or anyone else I cared about. I guess the less
people that knew the better."
Lex nodded. He agreed with his friend on that mark. "Well, now that
the world knows, what are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure. I want to go back to the farm, but I can't." Clark got
up from the chair and walked to a window. Lex got up and followed him
but kept his distance.
"You could stay here," Lex suggested. "I've got more than enough
room."
Clark turned to look at his friend, shock filling his face. "Really,
you're serious?"
"Of course," Lex replied. He walked over to his friend and placed a
reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Clark, I know why you did what you
did. And I'm willing to put that behind us." He held out his hand to
shake. "No more secrets?"
Clark looked at the hand and then back to his friend's face. "No more
secrets." Clark shook his hand. The two friends had managed to
reconcile, albeit, under stranger than normal circumstances.
"So, Clark, what kind of powers do you have?" the inquisitive
billionare asked. Clark smiled. Showing off his powers to someone
understanding like Lex might not be so bad.
"Well, I have incredible speed and strength, which you've already
seen. I've never been sick so I guess I could be immune to any type of
sickness, well, except the meteor rocks themselves. For some reason I
feel weak and nauseous around them."
Lex nodded. "Maybe some kind of allergic reaction?"
"Possibly," Clark replied. "There's something else I'm worried about,
though."
"What's that?" Lex asked.
"My ship," Clark concluded. "All I know is that some people found it
but I have no idea of what's happened to it."
"I can answer that for you, Clark," Lex told his friend. "The U.S.
Army just confiscated only a few hours ago. It's sitting at the Jackson
Army Base just outside of Metropolis."
Clark visibly winced. What would happen to the ship? He had to get it
back from the government. "I've got to try and get my ship back Lex."
He tried to push his friend aside but Lex stopped him. "Don't worry
about the ship, Clark."
"Why not?"
"Well, let's just say that one phone call to the right people and I can
have it sitting in my basement by morning," Lex responded with a slight
grin.
Clark sighed. "Should I even ask how you're able do that?"
"No, it's probably best that you don't," Lex smirked as he picked up
the phone and began dialing.
End chp. 4