Whitney wandered around the inside of the house. The smell of baking wafted
through the hallway from the kitchen, where some cookies lay cooling on the
counter. It smelled delicious, and it made Whitney wonder if he liked
cookies or not. His stomach grumbled, prompting him to grab a few.
He continued to walk through the house, and eventually ended up in a bedroom. It wasn't too messy, there was a change of clothes lying strewn across the floor, and a plate with a pizza crust lying on the desk, but it was otherwise spotless. Whitney guessed that it belonged to the person he saw run from the house. A notebook lay on the desk by the plate. The cover read 'Clark's Journal'.
"Well, Clark, let's find out what the secret to your speed is." Whitney opened the journal to the first page and started skimming through. There was a lot of angst-y stuff, mostly about Lana. He was surprised at how advanced Clark's writing skills seemed to be, the journal read like a novel. Whitney also discovered several articles written by Clark about different encounters with 'Kryptonite Freaks'. Kryptonite was also defined as the green meteor rocks that came from 'Krypton', and had reigned terror upon the town in the meteor shower of 1989.Clark and a girl named Chloe suspected that these rocks were responsible for the transformation or mutation of certain genes in people exposed to them, causing these people to have miraculous powers. Whitney wondered if he had been in Smallville when the meteor shower happened, or if he'd encountered a 'freak' himself.
As he flicked through the book, he came upon a page filled to the brim with writing. It was the opening sentence that caught his interest though: 'How the hell can I be an alien?'
Whitney wondered if that was supposed to be a metaphor of some sort. He was about to read on, when voices suddenly came from downstairs.
A girl spoke first. "Well, he's not at either the Howards' or the Doddsons'. Suppose we should snoop around your place now?"
"Yeah. Why don't you start checking the house, while I go take a quick look around the barn and the storm cellar. I'll be back in a sec," the second voice replied. It was male, and Whitney guessed it belonged to Clark.
Forgetting about the journal, he dropped it and carefully walked towards the closet. Lucky for him it was a walk-in closet. Whitney carefully pulled the door over and ducked underneath some old clothes hanging at the back. The smell of dust and mothballs floated into his nostrils and he had to hold his breath to prevent himself from coughing or sneezing.
* * *
Clark checked to make sure Chloe had gone up the stairs before speeding out into the barn. There he stopped, and started searching the 'normal' way. If Whitney really was there, he couldn't risk him seeing him use his powers. It only took Clark a few minutes to check all the hiding spots he knew about - he and Pete used to have a lot of fun playing hide-and-seek in the barn on rainy days when they were kids. For the rest, he carefully scanned the barn with his x-ray vision. Next he went to the storm cellar. That was the one place Clark prayed he would not find Whitney. If he found out about the spaceship, he'd be bound to ask questions, then Chloe would find out sooner or later and Clark would be in deep trouble.
The cellar was dark, but Clark didn't need a light to see. He walked quietly down the stairs. Tiny dust particles rose from the ground on which he stood, indicating that no one had been down there for at least a week. Just in case, though, Clark examined the cellar with his x-ray vision. Nothing. He was pretty sire Whitney was smart enough not to hide outside, which meant that if he was on the property, the only other place he could be would be in the house.
Suddenly, Clark recalled leaving his journal out on his desk from earlier that day, when he had been writing and eating cold pizza for brunch. There was no doubt Chloe would feel the need to open it up and have a read if she found it. Clark quickly sped towards the house and ran up the stairs slightly faster than 'normal'.
He continued to walk through the house, and eventually ended up in a bedroom. It wasn't too messy, there was a change of clothes lying strewn across the floor, and a plate with a pizza crust lying on the desk, but it was otherwise spotless. Whitney guessed that it belonged to the person he saw run from the house. A notebook lay on the desk by the plate. The cover read 'Clark's Journal'.
"Well, Clark, let's find out what the secret to your speed is." Whitney opened the journal to the first page and started skimming through. There was a lot of angst-y stuff, mostly about Lana. He was surprised at how advanced Clark's writing skills seemed to be, the journal read like a novel. Whitney also discovered several articles written by Clark about different encounters with 'Kryptonite Freaks'. Kryptonite was also defined as the green meteor rocks that came from 'Krypton', and had reigned terror upon the town in the meteor shower of 1989.Clark and a girl named Chloe suspected that these rocks were responsible for the transformation or mutation of certain genes in people exposed to them, causing these people to have miraculous powers. Whitney wondered if he had been in Smallville when the meteor shower happened, or if he'd encountered a 'freak' himself.
As he flicked through the book, he came upon a page filled to the brim with writing. It was the opening sentence that caught his interest though: 'How the hell can I be an alien?'
Whitney wondered if that was supposed to be a metaphor of some sort. He was about to read on, when voices suddenly came from downstairs.
A girl spoke first. "Well, he's not at either the Howards' or the Doddsons'. Suppose we should snoop around your place now?"
"Yeah. Why don't you start checking the house, while I go take a quick look around the barn and the storm cellar. I'll be back in a sec," the second voice replied. It was male, and Whitney guessed it belonged to Clark.
Forgetting about the journal, he dropped it and carefully walked towards the closet. Lucky for him it was a walk-in closet. Whitney carefully pulled the door over and ducked underneath some old clothes hanging at the back. The smell of dust and mothballs floated into his nostrils and he had to hold his breath to prevent himself from coughing or sneezing.
* * *
Clark checked to make sure Chloe had gone up the stairs before speeding out into the barn. There he stopped, and started searching the 'normal' way. If Whitney really was there, he couldn't risk him seeing him use his powers. It only took Clark a few minutes to check all the hiding spots he knew about - he and Pete used to have a lot of fun playing hide-and-seek in the barn on rainy days when they were kids. For the rest, he carefully scanned the barn with his x-ray vision. Next he went to the storm cellar. That was the one place Clark prayed he would not find Whitney. If he found out about the spaceship, he'd be bound to ask questions, then Chloe would find out sooner or later and Clark would be in deep trouble.
The cellar was dark, but Clark didn't need a light to see. He walked quietly down the stairs. Tiny dust particles rose from the ground on which he stood, indicating that no one had been down there for at least a week. Just in case, though, Clark examined the cellar with his x-ray vision. Nothing. He was pretty sire Whitney was smart enough not to hide outside, which meant that if he was on the property, the only other place he could be would be in the house.
Suddenly, Clark recalled leaving his journal out on his desk from earlier that day, when he had been writing and eating cold pizza for brunch. There was no doubt Chloe would feel the need to open it up and have a read if she found it. Clark quickly sped towards the house and ran up the stairs slightly faster than 'normal'.