Heroic Deeds
By Ayisha
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. Smallville doesn't belong to me, either.
Author's Notes 1: An AtS/BtVS/Smallville crossover, some parts are AU; the rest will be explained in the story.
Author's Notes 2: I'm a fan of all three shows and this idea came up to me a long while ago. I don't know if I'm going to continue it, so feedback would be very much appreciated.
Summary: Buffy left Sunnydale and came to Smallville
Chapter 1:
"Life is a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."—Forrest Gump
He's been having dreams a lot lately. He didn't know why it bothered him so much. He was supposed to be used to them by now, seeing that he always had them.
But these were different.
Clark frowned at that thought. He had woken up with the face of the girl still clear in his mind.
A strange thing for someone who always dreamt of long-ago faraway planets. It was certainly a long shot from what he was used to.
It was the face of a girl.
If it was Lana Lang's, Clark's longtime crush, he wouldn't be thinking so much. But it wasn't. Then he thought that maybe the girl was just a figment of what he thought his race looked like.
But the girl looked entirely human.
So is he, Clark reminded himself. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was supposed to know the girl.
That he was supposed to help her.
"Clark, the bus would be here any second now!"
At his mother's shout, Clark tore his gaze away from the ceiling. "Coming, mom!" He got out of bed, into the shower, into clean clothes, got his backpack and went downstairs all in two minutes.
Martha Kent checked her watch. "Right on time, Clark." She then offered Clark a piece of toast.
Clark took it and bit onto it. He looked around. "Where's Dad?"
"He went to Metropolis."
Clark's head jerked in surprise. His father seldom went to Metropolis unless it was really important. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"There was a plane crash last night," Martha told him. "Your father decided to help the survivors. If there were any."
"It was that bad?" Clark asked.
Martha nodded. "The news told us that the plane was struck by thunder because of the storm. It was blazing when it crashed down." The blasting of a horn sounded. "Your bus is here."
Clark kissed Martha on the cheek. "I better go. I want to see who won the 5-dollar bet between Pete and Chloe."
"See you this afternoon, Clark!" Martha called out.
When Clark was gone, Martha turned on the television to find out more about the crash. The first thing she saw was a blonde head. And then her husband's voice.
I found someone.
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Jonathan Kent looked at the young woman in front of him. Her hair was a mess, her face full of bruises and her body writhing in pain. But she was still alive.
For Jonathan, that was all that mattered.
He crouched down next to the young woman. She was bound in a stretcher ready to be brought to the Metropolis General Hospital. "Miss, are you alright? Can you hear me?"
"Must…get…out…" the woman gasped.
"It's okay. You're safe." Jonathan soothed her.
They were sure there was no survivors. Jonathan came to Metropolis to help in the search. But they knew it was going to be fruitless. They wouldn't find someone alive; all they could do was find the bodies of those who were in the plane.
It was a lucky coincidence that he chanced upon the young woman. He had dropped his cap flashlight and was about to pick it up when he heard a moan. It came from the propeller of the plane.
Curious, he stepped cautiously to where the propeller was. From there, he saw a hand and it was moving. He quickly got rid of the propeller and some other parts of the plane. To his surprise, he found the woman lying face down. When he turned her, she was bleeding and filled with pain.
But she was still breathing.
The woman suddenly grasped Jonathan's hand. Jonathan snapped out of his reverie and turned to the poor woman on the stretcher.
Her clear blue eyes stared right back at him. What Jonathan saw in them struck him. Her eyes were filled with pain, misery and suffering.
Jonathan knew that feeling. He had also seen those eyes somewhere before. But from someone else.
From Clark. Clark's eyes were similar to this woman's. It was as if they both carried the weight of the world upon their shoulders.
"Help…me…" the woman said in a small voice. Then the woman fainted. But not before Jonathan heard her say something else.
"Clark…"