Chp. 5 of secrets no more.
Clark and Lex glanced over the crate that the ship was brought in. It
had been nearly an hour since the delivery truck had arrived at the
Luthor mansion and given it to them. Clark, deciding that it was best
he not ask how Lex managed to get it, yanked the crate's top off with
his super strength.
"Woah," Lex whispered as the lid was sent flying across the basement
floor before shattering into a million pieces. That little
demonstration quickly brought back the memory of Clark lifting the bus.
It also reminded him of how powerful his friend really was.
With the lid off Clark picked the ship up and set it on the ground. The
ship itself was incredible. Lex had never seen anything like it. To
him, it was an amazing sight to see. He'd read stories about ships and
UFO's and such, but now here he was. He had an alien and an alien craft
in his home.
Lex turned back to Clark. He began to study the boy for a second. He
didn't look alien. His red plaid shirt, faded blue jeans and work boots
made him out to be one of the local farm boys. It still amazed Lex that
Clark had managed to blend in with the rest of the townsfolk.
"Lex." Lex was brought out of his thoughts at the mention of his
name.
"I really need to go see my parents today." Clark was still staring at
the ship but kept on going, "They're going to be worried sick about me
as it is."
"Okay, Clark." Lex got up. "How about I drive you out to the farm?"
"Thanks, but no thanks, Lex," Clark replied. "I can make it there in
like three seconds." He turned to leave. "Besides, there are a couple
of back ways into the farm. I'll just take one of them."
Lex nodded. "Okay then." He reached through his pocket and produced a
cell phone. "Here, take this." Clark took the phone. "In case anything
were to happen, you can contact me with this."
"Okay." Clark looked at the phone. "Wouldn't someone try and trace a
call or try and listen in on one, though?"
Lex just grinned at his friend. "Don't worry, I already thought about
that. The phone's been encrypted so if someone tries to either listen
to you or trace the call I've already prepared for it."
"Thanks, Lex." Clark stuck the phone in his pocket as he Lex led him
up the stairs. Once they reached the back door Clark sprinted out of it
at superspeed. Lex watched in awe as Clark jumped over the ten foot
fence like it wasn't anything and sped off into the distance.
Clark arrived at the farm in record time. Before getting to close to
the house he made a sweep of the area.
'No reporters, no strange cars, nothing. Thank god,' Clark thought.
With a little more confidence he sped inside the house.
"Mom, dad, I'm home!" Clark yelled out once the front door was shut.
"Clark, oh my god, son!" Martha cried out to her son as she rushed
from the living room followed by Jonathan.
Martha hugged Clark, tears streaming out of her eyes. Hey, if someone
close to you ran away all the sudden you'd cry too.
Jonathan came up behind his wife and son as they separated. He
grabbed
Clark in what could be described as a "massive bear hug." Like Martha
he was worried about his only son. "Clark, where have you been?"
"Lex's," Clark told him.
"Lex Luthor's?!" an angry Jonathan shot back. "Why the hell would you
go there?"
"Because it was the only place I could!" Clark yelled back. "I wanted
to come back here but I didn't know if there was still anyone here."
Clark walked past his mother and father and slumped down into one of
the dining room chairs. "Besides, it's not like I could've gone to
Chloe's or Pete's anyways."
Jonathan let out a sigh. His son had a point but he still didn't like
the fact that Clark had gone to Lex's home. "Well, at least your back
here and safe."
"Yeah but dad, that's the point. People might come back here looking
for me." Clark told him. "I hate to say it but the farm might not be
the safest place for me right now."
Jonathan was about to get onto Clark for even suggesting the idea
when
his mom butted in. "Clark, maybe that's not a bad idea."
Jonathan's head spun around to his wife. "Martha, do you know what
your suggesting we do? We're suggesting that Clark go and stay with Lex
Luthor! Luthor! Do you have any idea of what would happen to Clark if
Lex's father found out Clark was in the mansion?!"
"Jonathan Kent!" Martha scolded him. "Don't you dare talk to me with
that tone of voice, especially with your own son around." She shot him
a knowing glance a he was about to reply and quickly decided against
it. "And besides that, Lex has been very good to Clark. I know that he
wouldn't want anything to happen to his friend and would do everything
he could to protect him."
Jonathan let out a sigh. He knew it was useless to argue with Martha
once she'd set her foot down. "Fine," he grumbled.
"Good. Clark, I'll go upstairs and pack some clothes for you, okay?"
before Clark could even answer she'd already gone up the stairs to his
room leaving father and son to wait in the dining room.
"Clark," Jonathan began, "I want you to be careful while your at
Lex's." He paused briefly. "Don't use your powers and don't leave there
unless you absolutely have to."
Clark wanted to roll his eyes but didn't. "Okay, dad." Suddenly he
remembered the cell phone. "Oh yeah, here, let me give you this."
Grabbing a piece of paper he quickly wrote down the number. "In case
you need to get a hold of me you can call me on this number, okay?"
"Okay, son," his father replied as Martha walked down the stairs. "Here
you go sweetie." She quickly handed him the backpack. Hugging Clark,
she pulled away and tried not to cry. "Be careful, son."
"I will, mom." Clark replied with a smile. Clark then turned to his
father. "Well Clark, like your mom said, be careful." He hugged his
son. While hugging he whispered into his ear, "Especially around those
damn Luthors." Clark stifled a grin and pulled away from his father.
With one last look he ran out the door and across the fields back to
the Luthor mansion.
End chp 5.
Clark and Lex glanced over the crate that the ship was brought in. It
had been nearly an hour since the delivery truck had arrived at the
Luthor mansion and given it to them. Clark, deciding that it was best
he not ask how Lex managed to get it, yanked the crate's top off with
his super strength.
"Woah," Lex whispered as the lid was sent flying across the basement
floor before shattering into a million pieces. That little
demonstration quickly brought back the memory of Clark lifting the bus.
It also reminded him of how powerful his friend really was.
With the lid off Clark picked the ship up and set it on the ground. The
ship itself was incredible. Lex had never seen anything like it. To
him, it was an amazing sight to see. He'd read stories about ships and
UFO's and such, but now here he was. He had an alien and an alien craft
in his home.
Lex turned back to Clark. He began to study the boy for a second. He
didn't look alien. His red plaid shirt, faded blue jeans and work boots
made him out to be one of the local farm boys. It still amazed Lex that
Clark had managed to blend in with the rest of the townsfolk.
"Lex." Lex was brought out of his thoughts at the mention of his
name.
"I really need to go see my parents today." Clark was still staring at
the ship but kept on going, "They're going to be worried sick about me
as it is."
"Okay, Clark." Lex got up. "How about I drive you out to the farm?"
"Thanks, but no thanks, Lex," Clark replied. "I can make it there in
like three seconds." He turned to leave. "Besides, there are a couple
of back ways into the farm. I'll just take one of them."
Lex nodded. "Okay then." He reached through his pocket and produced a
cell phone. "Here, take this." Clark took the phone. "In case anything
were to happen, you can contact me with this."
"Okay." Clark looked at the phone. "Wouldn't someone try and trace a
call or try and listen in on one, though?"
Lex just grinned at his friend. "Don't worry, I already thought about
that. The phone's been encrypted so if someone tries to either listen
to you or trace the call I've already prepared for it."
"Thanks, Lex." Clark stuck the phone in his pocket as he Lex led him
up the stairs. Once they reached the back door Clark sprinted out of it
at superspeed. Lex watched in awe as Clark jumped over the ten foot
fence like it wasn't anything and sped off into the distance.
Clark arrived at the farm in record time. Before getting to close to
the house he made a sweep of the area.
'No reporters, no strange cars, nothing. Thank god,' Clark thought.
With a little more confidence he sped inside the house.
"Mom, dad, I'm home!" Clark yelled out once the front door was shut.
"Clark, oh my god, son!" Martha cried out to her son as she rushed
from the living room followed by Jonathan.
Martha hugged Clark, tears streaming out of her eyes. Hey, if someone
close to you ran away all the sudden you'd cry too.
Jonathan came up behind his wife and son as they separated. He
grabbed
Clark in what could be described as a "massive bear hug." Like Martha
he was worried about his only son. "Clark, where have you been?"
"Lex's," Clark told him.
"Lex Luthor's?!" an angry Jonathan shot back. "Why the hell would you
go there?"
"Because it was the only place I could!" Clark yelled back. "I wanted
to come back here but I didn't know if there was still anyone here."
Clark walked past his mother and father and slumped down into one of
the dining room chairs. "Besides, it's not like I could've gone to
Chloe's or Pete's anyways."
Jonathan let out a sigh. His son had a point but he still didn't like
the fact that Clark had gone to Lex's home. "Well, at least your back
here and safe."
"Yeah but dad, that's the point. People might come back here looking
for me." Clark told him. "I hate to say it but the farm might not be
the safest place for me right now."
Jonathan was about to get onto Clark for even suggesting the idea
when
his mom butted in. "Clark, maybe that's not a bad idea."
Jonathan's head spun around to his wife. "Martha, do you know what
your suggesting we do? We're suggesting that Clark go and stay with Lex
Luthor! Luthor! Do you have any idea of what would happen to Clark if
Lex's father found out Clark was in the mansion?!"
"Jonathan Kent!" Martha scolded him. "Don't you dare talk to me with
that tone of voice, especially with your own son around." She shot him
a knowing glance a he was about to reply and quickly decided against
it. "And besides that, Lex has been very good to Clark. I know that he
wouldn't want anything to happen to his friend and would do everything
he could to protect him."
Jonathan let out a sigh. He knew it was useless to argue with Martha
once she'd set her foot down. "Fine," he grumbled.
"Good. Clark, I'll go upstairs and pack some clothes for you, okay?"
before Clark could even answer she'd already gone up the stairs to his
room leaving father and son to wait in the dining room.
"Clark," Jonathan began, "I want you to be careful while your at
Lex's." He paused briefly. "Don't use your powers and don't leave there
unless you absolutely have to."
Clark wanted to roll his eyes but didn't. "Okay, dad." Suddenly he
remembered the cell phone. "Oh yeah, here, let me give you this."
Grabbing a piece of paper he quickly wrote down the number. "In case
you need to get a hold of me you can call me on this number, okay?"
"Okay, son," his father replied as Martha walked down the stairs. "Here
you go sweetie." She quickly handed him the backpack. Hugging Clark,
she pulled away and tried not to cry. "Be careful, son."
"I will, mom." Clark replied with a smile. Clark then turned to his
father. "Well Clark, like your mom said, be careful." He hugged his
son. While hugging he whispered into his ear, "Especially around those
damn Luthors." Clark stifled a grin and pulled away from his father.
With one last look he ran out the door and across the fields back to
the Luthor mansion.
End chp 5.