AN: They didn't let me write during PE! ::scoffs:: O well, I still miss the mile! J Hope u like this chappy. Tell me if u don't! (not literally, u'll crush me, I'll b traumatized, years of therapy waiting to come ect…) lol lol lol

Lana pulled herself up gently, and surveyed her surroundings. Though there wasn't much to see. They had landed in what seemed like a solid steel room. In the center, were five-straight-backed chairs. Jor-El motioned for them to take a seat, then turned and left. As soon as the door swung shut behind him, the teens' bindings were lifted. Lana buried her face in her hands. "Clark where are we?" He pondered the thought for a moment.

"Not quite sure…"

"But…why are we here? Who was that guy?" Clark sighed a deep sigh.

"That was my father."

"Jonathon?"

"No, biologically. You see, when species are wiped out, the ones that remain behind, though still dead, find refuge in a new planet where they can live among each other. I think that's where we are. Jor-El, my father, insisted that I come and live among my own kind."

"So your not human…?"

"Well I uh, guess not."

"I see…" Lana was shocked at this little tidbit, but tried not to let it get to her too much, on the inside he was still the same, but she couldn't help but look at him differently. "I wonder why there are five chairs?" Clark's eyes widened as if he had just noticed the other three chairs. Was anyone else coming?

"Dunno, maybe…" But at that instant the door swung open again and their piercing cuffs replenished in full force, causing Clark to stop mid-sentence due the extreme pain it brought with it. A young girl about Lana's height was ushered into the room. She had Blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that reflected the sliver of light that shone through the open door. She seemed to be suffering their exact same dilemma as she tore at the bright strings entwined around her wrists. She was then thrust into the seat nearest Lana, and the door slammed shut, extinguishing the light this time along with their enforcement wristbands.

"Hello? Who are you?" Lana called curiously into the pitch-black darkness, trying to aim her voice towards the girl. The girl hesitated first before answering cautiously,

"Kara…" She wondered if she should be telling them these things. They could be working for him. However, they seemed to be in same predicament, and they were the only company she had. "And you guys are…?"

"Lana."

"Clark."

"Nice to meet you."

"Same." Lana replied. "So, did Jor-El?" she paused uncertainly. Clark nodded that she was correct, but of course she couldn't see him.

"Yea." He whispered. She continued.

"Did Jor-El capture you?"

"Yes." She stated solemnly. "But at least he's not your father." With that last sentence, Clark's muscle's tightened, and his throat seemed to constrict shut. His hand, which was still holding Lana's, gripped immensely tighter. Lana put her other hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

"Do you want me to tell her?" Though Clark felt he would probably never speak again, he managed

"Sure, thanks."

"What's going on?" Kara inquired.

"Jor-El's his father too." Lana said quietly, letting it sink in for herself as well as Kara. The whoozing sensation Clark was feeling soon washed over Kara, straining her ears as if she didn't believe it.

The three sat in silence, realizing things, and taking in the severity of their problem. Yet speechless at their dreams, not being alone for Kara and Clark, and for Lana feeling that Clark wasn't hiding something from her anymore. As they thought the door opened yet again. Though the next teen, a boy, wasn't delivered by Jor-El, but by a thug looking type creature. This boy had sandy colored hair and scared-looking hazel eyes. As the similar scenario happened with the boy, Clark detected a faint whispering coming from a little ways outside the room. He zeroed in on it with his super-hearing, which became more difficult when the door shut yet again. "Kara?" he whispered blindly, "can you hear that?"

"Shhhhhhhhh!"

Footsteps; "Jor-El how did you know Lana would come?"

"Because of it."

"It what?"

"The Isabel thing I told you about."

"Oh you mean that thing on her ass?" the second voice asked laughing hysterically.

"Yea." Jor-El said irritably. "Now what was so urgent that we had to meet right now?"

"When you went to get Kal-El and Lana, you three weren't exactly the only ones there, there was another watching."

"And this would be whom?" Jor-El asked panicking slightly.

"A Chloe Sullivan."

Chloe stood dumbfounded as the scene unfolded, then with a flash of light had been swept from her eyes. She seemed rooted to the spot for ages before coming to her senses and rushed to the Kent's house, going far past the speed limit. She swerved into their dusty drive, and literally fell out of the car as she slammed in the breaks. Martha, who had been sitting on the porch reading a magazine, jogged towards Chloe. "Chloe?!?!?!?" Chloe looked up.

"Mrs. Kent? MRS. KENT!" Chloe staggered to get up and began a very shaky run. "CLARK…LANA…FLASH OF LIGHT…" and she fainted.

Clark swayed back and forth. He was becoming impatient, and frankly quite bored. And this new kid, Camerin, wouldn't shut up. He was way too over-ecstatic about finding someone like him. Though he was more like Lana, altered. That conversation he'd overheard made him really wonder what had happened to Lana in Paris. Though before he could ask her, the door opened again. Clark through his hands up. "OF COURSE! COULD YOU AT LEAST GIVE US A WARNING?!?!?!?!?" He had learned to fight through the pain and talk through the last two new occupants, (Kara and Camerin) but this was getting ridiculous. How many times were they going to do this? The brute guard ignored him while a once again about seventeen, girl shouted something at him in Chinese. He slapped her across the face and directed her to a chair. At least it's a slight pattern change. Clark thought. After the door shut, the girl continued to cuss under her breath in Chinese. He wondered if she spoke any English, she had to have seen them. Though she had seemed preoccupied. "English?" Camerin asked before Clark had a chance.

"Hmm?"

"English. Do you speak English?"

"Yes, some."

"What's your name?"

"Ming." She stated simply. "Who are you guys?" They all said their names and attempted a physical welcome, but faltered due to the darkness.

"Lana do you have your cell phone on you?" Clark asked.

"Yes, but I doubt we're in range. Why would you need it?" She replied reaching into her pocket for it.

"Because it gives off light. The darkness is eerie after a while."

"Good idea." Remarked Kara as Lana retrieved the cell.

"It won't work." She said surprisingly.

"Maybe the battery's dead?" suggested Camerin. Lana pressed a keypad number and a sound emitted the room.

"Nope."

"Maybe this room cuts off all light support?" Ming said. Clark nodded his agreement, until realizing she could not see him. "So what's your guys' stories?"

"Me and Clark are full Kryptonian, the last ones left." Kara said bitterly.

"Well actually I was taking my driver's ed test," began Camerin eagerly to let his story out. Lana giggled a little at his youthfulness. "As we headed up to the U-Turn section, I heard this piecing sound in my ear, almost calling to me. So anyways, I felt compelled to just pull over and run to make the sound stop. I don't even know where I ended up because I seemed to be going too fast, but all I remember is waking up in a ship sort of thingy, and having incredible powers." He smiled slyly. "Never did get my driver's license." They all laughed.

"Well, I had decided to travel to Paris to you know, get away from it all. There, I was doing a project on the tomb of a witch burned at the stake named Isabel. Well supposedly I was her heir, because as soon as I touched the symbol, the whole place glowed and I woke up twelve hours later, naked, with no memory, and the symbol tattooed on my butt. I had remembered seeing the symbol in the caves we have back home, so I returned to Smallville and I guess she sort of possessed me, and brought two of her friend's to inhabit two of my friend's. Clark actually was the one who defeated them, but the tattoo thingy never went away." Lana sighed, relived to have the whole story out finally.

"Actually, it means water." Clark said.

"You knew the whole time what it meant?" Questioned Lana angrily.

"Yes…"Clark said sheepishly. Ming began.

"When I was thirteen, I found all of these ancient relics out in the woods and they fascinated me. But it was said I soon learned by online descriptions that many in China are so afraid of them that they will not speak to anyone who does or has ever possessed them because they are said to be cursed. Even to this day. This scared me so I hid them, but kept studying them. I soon found more and more pieces, as if I was led to them; I soon learned them to be a puzzle. Just recently, I assembled it correctly, and I experienced something similar to what Lana said, but I could read and speak the symbols. I must admit I'm still a little freaked out."

"Wonder why we're here?" Camerin thought aloud. Clark began to fill him, Ming, and Kara in on what Jor-El had told him. Thinking to himself, that if you had to be abducted, this was the way to do it, with friends, new and old. Friends new, Friend old, and one sister.

AN: So wut'd ya think? I love writing this so so much!! Hope u like reading it too! BIG THANKS TO REVIEWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(still can't run)