As Clark finished breakfast he looked out the window and saw much to his chagrin the school bus pull away.
"Well Lar I hope you're up for a run to school, there goes the bus." Said Clark in exasperation.
Lar quickly turned in his seat only to see the bus pull out of sight. "Well we could always fly…" Lar stated with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.
"I can't fly, well at least not a Clark…" he said somewhat lamely. "Besides what's wrong with running?"
"Clark, Clark, Clark… What is the fun of being able to fly if you don't? Besides I can teach you that at least, provided you are not afraid." Teased Lar.
"Alright, I'll try." Said Clark certain he was making a big mistake.
"That's all I ask" was the reply as Lar lifted off of his chair and hovered in the kitchen with an expectant look directed at Clark.
"What do I do?" asked Clark
"Just visualize where you want to go and move that way, kind of like walking except you don't need to use your legs." Lar stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
Clark immediately became aware of everyone watching him closely. Jonathan had now put his paper down and was resting his chin on his hands with an extremely amused look on his face as Clark lifted off the ground, hovered for a second then fell flat on his face. Even Martha had to stifle a laugh as he brushed himself off to try again. "You do realize that was pathetic?" said Lar who looked to be enjoying himself.
"Yeah, wait till you try using your heat vision the talk to me, and unless the rest of the peanut gallery can do better I would appreciate quite if I'm going to try this again." Stammered Clark visually flustered with his last attempt.
"Okay, Okay, Try again, we will be quite." Said Jonathan barley containing his laughter, not just at his son's attempt but how self-conscious he was becoming. It was much easier watching someone else with Clark's abilities coaching him through this than trying himself.
Again Clark lifted off the ground and hung there flapping his arms for a full five seconds before landing on his face. "Maybe we should wait and try this after school." Suggested Lar as he landed neatly beside Clark with a look of superiority on his face.
"Okay, lets race. Ready?" Clark said, but before Lar could answer he was gone. Lar grinned and disappeared quickly behind his friend leaving Jonathan and Martha to a finally quiet house.
As Clark raced full speed to school he say Lar fly next on his back with his hands behind his head as if he was sleeping. "No fair!" yelled Clark.
"Sure but what you did was completely fair. Besides you CAN fly. It's not my fault you are just to much of a spaz to do it right." Lar hollered back pretending to swim through the air next to Clark.
As they approached school both Clark and Lar returned to normal speed and walked together through the parking lot.
Clark almost dropped his books when he saw Dr. Swan wheeling toward him along with two of his assistants. "Hello Kal-El." He said as he opened the lead box containing the kryptonite. Everything started to go black for Clark as he saw to his surprise Lar also falling.
With both teens down Dr. Swan smiled. "Well gentlemen, look like Kal-El is not the only prize today." Then turning toward the road he said over his shoulder, "bring them both."