AN: Hey every1. Srry this took so so long. I was grounded for a week. Which sucked. It also resulted in brain deprivation. (Being deprived of things like the phone, computer, Smallville, that waz cruel and unusual punishment! I had to have my friend tape last week for me, and I still haven't been allowed to watch it yet!!! Or being deprived of the next book in the series that isn't in at the library!) I swear I nearly cracked. Anyway, this resulted in writing 11 handwritten pages for chapter two. So enjoy ur super duper extra BIG chapter!!!

2

Football is an evil device to Hypnotize men

Clark, sitting in the shotgun, leaned up against the tinted windows staring expressionless at the rain patting down. They had long since left Smallville County, and Clark felt they couldn't be farther. Jor-El had tried many times to engage him in conversation, but Clark refused to speak to him. Eventually, Jor-El gave up and turned on the radio, which took him a long time to figure out how to work it correctly. But as soon as he found a station, Clark reached over and switched it off. "I'm not in the mood." He growled. Jor-El was taken aback by his son's resentment. He hadn't expected him to be that angry with him. Although, even in the courtroom, no matter how hard he had tried to hide it, Clark's ferocity had still shone through. More silence prevailed.

"You know you could be a little more grateful."

"Grateful???"

"Yes, I'm not altering or changing you in any way."

"You're not?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing?"

"As I said, just trying to get to know you better." He's lying through his teeth. Clark thought gingerly to himself. He has to have some sort of ulterior motive. Right?

Chloe and Lana pulled off the I22 and into the nearest Starbucks. They each ordered a cappuccino and sat down at a two-person table. "Chloe, won't we lose them if we stop? And won't they notice us following them if we're always on their tail?" Chloe smiled an evil grin.

"Oh contraire my good friend, I already took care of that."

"How?"

"Well since the Torch is my last period, I let myself out a little early. As I passed "Jay's" car, I "tripped" and everything fell out of my purse under the car. As I bent down to pick everything up, I slipped a tracking devise onto the bottom of the car. She pulled out a small, metallic black box. Upon it's shiny screen, a beeping red dot moved slowly across the detailed map of the country. Chloe laughed melodically. Lana smiled back.

"Genius." After chugging the rest of their coffees, they returned to the road.

"What do you think Jor-El has planned for Clark?"

"I'm not sure...I hope we can save him in time."

"Yea. Where are we going to stay Lana?"

"We could rent an apartment?"

"Where would we get that kind of money?" Lana flashed a green card.

"Emergency credit card, courtesy to a certain rich, bald guy."

"Nice."

"What about school?"

"I called ahead and found out what school Clark's transferring to. All we have to do is enroll."

"Under aliases?"

"Of course."

"And I suppose you have this all figured out as well?" Chloe pulled out to packages, and handed one to Lana. She opened it and examined its contents. Inside were her new papers. Birth certificates, dental records, ID, the works. Chloe did a good job on this she thought. She peeked at her new name.

"Samantha Robinson?"

"Yea, sorry you didn't get to pick, I kinda had to put this all together on short notice." Lana laughed.

"No it's fine, so who are you?" Chloe smiled deviously.

"Rebecca Williams, call me Becky."

"Got it. So where to Becky?"

"There's a bed and breakfast about seventy miles from here, five star."

"Sounds good."

"So how much is that card of yours loaded with?"

"One million, five hundred thousand." And for once Chloe did not speak.

Jor-El and Clark crossed Kansas's border and into Colorado. Neither of them had spoken a word for nearly sixty miles. "That's it! I can't take the silence!" Jor-El declared. "Can't we at least turn the radio on?" Clark sighed, if he was going to have to live with him for ten months, when he turned eighteen, he supposed he could at least try to be civil. Reluctantly, he leaned over and switched it on. He skipped through the stations, finally stopping on the Metropolis Sharks vs. LA Tech football game. Clark leaned back in his chair to listen. "What's this?" Jor-El asked, confused.

"Football." Clark replied not taking his eyes off the road.

"Football? What's that?" Clark, forgetting his profound hatred towards Jor-El, began eagerly explaining the concept of football.

Two Hours later...they were both at the edges of their seats. The score was tied, 24 to 24, Metropolis Sharks had the ball, 4th down, 60 yards from the end zone, 9 nines from a first down. The QB received the ball and tossed it downfield on a sideline pass. Receiver Adam Montgomery caught the pass and ran it purposely out of bounds, stopping the clock. Then they repeated the exact same play. With only five seconds left, the QB made a wide pass into the end zone, Montgomery dove...and made the catch to the cheers of the roaring crowd.

Clark and Jor-El shared their own mini-triumph and sighed in relief, then shut off the radio. They glanced back up at the road. "TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Clark hollered. A screaming horn blared in their ears as the semi hurtled towards them. Jor-El spun the wheel and they swerved right, running right off the road. The airbags ejected and hit both of them in the face.

Jor-El turned off the ignition while Clark pummeled his airbags back into its spot. Then began to climb out of the car, slipping back into his bad mood. "Where are you going?"

"To call a tow truck."

"Why? Car's fine."

"Fine?!?!?! Jor-El you completely totaled the front end!"

"Not necessarily..." Clark eyed him suspiciously. Jor-El restarted the engine and backed the car up. Miraculously, it fixed itself and they sped off down the luckily deserted road.

The girls pulled into the bed and breakfast. Exhausted, they went straight to the room, and instead of going out to eat, ordered room service. "Chloe, won't your dad be worried about you?" Lana asked between bites of her cheeseburger.

"Probably, but I guess it's for the best."

"Shouldn't you call him?"

"You're most likely right, but I don't think I should go and blab where we are."

"Then don't"

"Whoa, when did parental mode kick in?" Lana laughed.

"Sorry, I guess since I never have to worry about it, I switched sides." Lana laughed a little more. Chloe smiled and called her Dad.

IN SMALLVILLE

Gabe Sullivan sat at home watching TV. The phone was glued to his hand, waiting for something from the Missing Person's Department. It was 11 o'clock at night, but he still couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, the phone rang; he jumped a foot in the air in surprise. His popcorn sprawled all over the floor, and the phone flew out of his hand and skidded to the other corner of the room. He quickly got up to get it. "HELLO!?!?!?!?"

"Dad?" Chloe stammered.

"Chloe? Oh Thank God! Where are you?"

"Sorry Dad, confidential, could if I would."

"What? Chloe Marie Sullivan, I'm your father and you tell me RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

"Nope sorry, just wanted to call and let you know not to worry. I'll keep in touch."

"Chloe wait..."

"Bye Dad."

HOTEL

Chloe hung up the phone. "Hey Chloe, your dad can't trace the call right?"

"No, just punched in a few numbers and, boom, private number." Lana rolled over and turned off the light.

"You're too much Chloe." She laughed. Chloe climbed blindly into bed.

"Goodnight Lana."

It was two in the morning, and Jor-El and Clark were still driving. Clark, who had fallen asleep, woke up and rolled over. "Jor-EL shouldn't we stop somewhere. I know you may not be used to it yet, but you're going to have to sleep." Jor-El didn't answer as his eyes slowly drooped shut. "JOR-EL!!!" They sprung back open.

"What? What happened? WHAT?"

"Jor-El, you're falling asleep at the wheel, we need to stop at a hotel. Look..." Clark said pointing at a sign up ahead. "The Ramada Inn is only fifteen miles away. Can you make it that far?"

"I...think so."

"Do you need me to drive?"

"No...I don't think...yea." Jor-El pulled off the road and the two did a Chinese Fire Drill. Jor-El stumbling along the way. Clark pulled into the Hotel parking lot and paid extra for valet parking, yanking a snoring Jor-El out of the vehicle. He walked up to the counter.

"We'd like a room please."

"Well, everyone would like a room." Clark narrowed his eyes at the Clerk, who didn't look much older than Clark himself. "Sorry, didn't mean to anger you." Clark sighed.

"No, it's ok. I've just had a rough day." The young boy smiled weakly.

"One bed or two?"

"Two." Clark said defiantly. There was no freakin way he was going to share a bed with him."

"Sorry out, but we have a single double bed." Clark rolled his eyes.

"Then why did you ask?"

"Had to, protocol, now do you want the room?" Personally, Clark would have liked to have kept on driving to the next hotel, but as he looked over at Jor-El, he realized that he had fallen asleep again and was slumped up against the wall.

"Do you have a cot?"

Lana woke with a start. She lifted herself up weakly and looked at the clock. 3:00 am She flopped back onto the pillow. She had had the strangest dream. She had been swimming in a giant bowl of chicken noodle soup. And she was wearing a black wedding dress. The water had been really really cold. So she had climbed atop a giant spoon. But then the spoon turned into Jason, and the soup turned into the Talon, and her dress turned orange. Jason's mouth had started moving like he was talking, but the sound had left. Then he'd leaned over and they started kissing...then she woke up. "I wonder what Jason was saying?" Lana wondered aloud, whispering so as not to wake Chloe. "Jason...JASON!" Chloe, who had been leaning over the edge of her bed, flopped onto the floor.

"Lana what the heck..."

"Oh sorry Chloe, I was just...nothing. Go back to sleep. Lana rolled over, but Chloe wouldn't let it go. She reached over and turned on the lamp.

"Hold it! Who's Jason?" Lana rolled back over.

"You know, Jason." She said yawning.

"The assistant football coach?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

"Well, I've sort of been...dating him." Chloe chucked her pillow over at her.

"NO WAY!!!"

"Yes." Lana replied bashfully, slightly embarrassed.

"So tell me why you were screaming his name out at three in the morning?"

"Well, it was just the odd dream I had."

"Tell me."

"Well I was swimming in a big bowl of Chicken Noodle Soup and..."

"Ok..." she interrupted. "You lost me."

"Yeah, it's long story, but I just remembered he's gonna go ballistic when he finds out I'm gone."

"Do you wanna call him?"

"Yeah I guess, but not right now."

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's three in the morning."

"OH yeah." Lana laughed.

"Goodnight Chloe."

AN: Dang, it didn't come out as long...o well. Hope you liked it. And yea I know Jason got fired but I wrote this b4. PLEZ Review! Plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plezv plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez plez!

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