This is my first Smallville fic. So please be kind. If some words are spelled wrong I am very sorry sometime I miss things in my proof reading.
Clark Kent,The Normal child.
Summary: What happens when Clark is exposed to kryptonite to long? It makes him normal?
Fifteen year old Clark Kent was on his way home from school, he had had a very bad day and now all wanted to do was get home. To start the day off he had been late and missed the bus; again. He had used super speed through the corn field to get to school on time.
Then he had left the house without his lunch money, Chloe and Pete had offered him part of their lunch but Clark had said no, by his last class he wished he had taken them up on it. Then to top everything off, in his last class of the day Astronomy, they had had a guest speaker, guess what the speaker had with him and was talking about, just Clark's luck; meteor rock.
Clark had managed to stay in the room the whole hour without showing that he felt sick, he learned that the rock had been called kryptonite, and that most of the rocks in the meteor shower had been full of them. The lab was still doing studies to find out what exactly was in it.
It had been all most an hour since and Clark still wasn't felling right, he felt weaker then he usually did, in fact he didn't feel normal at all. The bus had let him off at the bus stop, and he was now five minutes from home. Then to top things off even more it started to rain.
"Great, not only am I coming home not feeling good, but I'm also coming home wet," thought Clark as he pulled his coat as far as he could over his head. He tried going in super speed but it didn't work.
"That's what I get for staying so close to that rock for so long," Clark said to himself as he went under the arch that marked the beginning of the Kent Farm.
"Mom, dad, I'm home," Clark called out as he came through the front door.
"We're in the kitchen son," his father said.
Clark walked into the kitchen to see his parents at the table having some coffee.
"Hi," Clark said as he came in. He had taken off his shoes at the door, but he was still dripping.
As soon as his mom saw him, he knew he was in for a mother hen bit.
"Clark Kent! Look at you you're soaked," said Martha Kent as she came up to him.
"I'm fine mom," said Clark as he dodged the comb that was heading for his hair.
"Oh will you hold still," Martha said as she took hold of Clark's chin with one hand and combed the water out of his hair with the other.
"I would have used supper speed after the bus was out of sight, I could have been home in two seconds then I wouldn't have even gotten damp, but it didn't work," Clark said as he excepted the towel put over his shoulders by his father.
"What do you mean it didn't work?" asked Martha putting a blanket over the towel.
"It didn't work, I tried to do it and it didn't work, but it's probable because I was exposed to the meteor rock for so long today," said Clark.
"What do you mean?" asked Martha.
"Someone brought meteor rock to school today to tell us what the lab has found out about it, I managed to stay in there for the whole hour with out showing I was feeling sick, I found out that the rock is called kryptonite, and that almost all of the rocks in the meteor shower were covered in them. That's it, that's all I remember," said Clark rubbing his head.
Martha came over to him and gave him a hug.
"Come on, I know it's early but why don't you go get out of those wet cloths and then get into bed, I'll bring up your dinner," said Martha pointing him to the stairs.
"Ok, thanks mom," said Clark as he headed up the stairs.
But when Martha and Jonathan brought the tray up Clark was already asleep, Martha and Jonathan smiled at each other, put a blanket over their son and went back down stairs.
When Clark woke up the next morning he wasn't feeling any better, in fact he was feeling worse. His head was pounding, he felt hot and then cold, and when he started to sit up he felt very dizzy.
He sat up very slowly in order not to fall over, he tried to use his x-ray vision to see through the wall to see if his mom was awake yet, but it didn't work, what was going on.
"Clark, are you going to get up or are you planning on doing school in your room today," Martha's voice came from the other side of the door.
"Mom I feel worse this morning," Clark called through the door as he slowly sat up.
"Clark, are you alright?" Martha asked coming into the room.
"Mom I'm cold then I'm hot, I'm dizzy, my head hurts, meteor rock had never done this to me before," Clark said looking at his mom.
Martha walked up to Clark and placed her hand on her son's forehead, she was very surprise at what she found there.
"Clark you have a fever; I'm going to go and get you father, I'll be right back," said Martha gently pushing Clark back into the pillows.
Jonathan was downstairs drinking some coffee. When he saw Martha hurrying down the stairs he knew something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" asked Jonathan looking at Martha with concern.
"It's Clark, he's sick," Martha said her face full of worry.
"Sick, our Clark?" asked Jonathan confused but worried.
"Yes, come and see," said Martha leading him up the stairs.
Within a few minutes, Clark was sitting up in bed with a thermometer in his mouth, and then his mom took it out and looked at it.
The thermometer showed 101.2.
This was impossible, but it was happening right there. Clark Kent, the boy who never got sick had his first cold.
TBC
Well what do you think, should I keep going?