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: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and actually liked the fic. I really appreciate it.

Summary: Buffy left Sunnydale and came to Smallville.

Chapter 2:

Even in her sleep, she couldn't have her peace.

Memories flashed through her mind. Angel. Wesley. The airport. The plane crashing. People screaming and yelling. Her getting a parachute. Then darkness.

That's when she saw him. She was lying face down. He crouched in front of her and held out his hand.

Where am I? What am I doing here? She heard herself ask him.

I don't know. He answered. I don't even know what I'm doing here.

He had an innocent face yet what bothered her the most were his eyes. It was filled with pain yet it was also filled with hope. He smiled at her and from there, she had a feeling she could trust him.

Who are you? She asked.

My name's Clark. Clark Kent.

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"Mr. Kent!"

Pete Ross elbowed Clark. Startled, Clark jerked back. He looked around his surroundings. His classmates were all staring at him.

"Glad you can join us, Mr. Kent." His Chemistry teacher, Professor Matthews said. "Maybe you can explain to the class what Boyle's Law is?"

"Um, yes, Sir." Clark mumbled as he stood up. He could hear his classmates snickering. He looked at where Lana Lang was seated. Lana gave him a smile. Clark felt himself blush.

"Mr. Kent, we're waiting."

Clark turned to his teacher. He cleared his throat. "Boyle's Law is-." The bell rang signaling the end of the class.

"You must be lucky, Mr. Kent. You've just been saved by the bell." Professor Matthews turned to erase the lecture on the blackboard. "And oh, by the way, prepare for a long test tomorrow."

Groaning, the students made their way out of the classroom. They gave Clark a dirty look.

"Nice going, Kent." Chloe Sullivan said sarcastically. "Because of you, I'm going to have to study instead of investigating the plane crash."

"It wasn't my fault!" Clark said defensively. "Besides, why do you need to investigate the crash? It was struck by lightning."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Things aren't always what they seem, Clark. Don't you think you should know that by now?" She looked at her watch. "Well, see you guys later. Principal Kwan wants to see me. Again."

After Chloe was gone, Pete stared at Clark. "What's going on with you? You've been acting strange all week!" "Well, stranger than usual." Pete said after a pause.

"I guess I'm just tired. Working on a farm is hard work, you know." Clark lied.

Pete wasn't satisfied but he let it drop. He knew he wasn't going to get any more from his friend.

What is wrong with me? Clark wondered.

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She woke up screaming.

In a few minutes, the doctor came in. "What happened?" he asked the nurse in charge.

"I don't know. She was sleeping soundly and then she started screaming." The nurse replied.

"Give her a sedative," the doctor ordered. "She can't wake up now. Not until we've finished testing."

The nurse was getting the sedative when another man came barging in. "What the hell is going on?" he roared. The screaming continued. The man glared at the nurse. "And could you please stop that noise?"

"Annie!"

"Yes, doctor." Annie said as she hastened with the sedative. A few seconds later, the screaming stopped. Silence filled the air.

The man looked at the doctor. "I paid you to do your job well and to watch her 24/7."

"We're sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"Be sure it wouldn't." And with that, the man left.

Annie looked at the doctor. "Why are you doing this? The girl doesn't deserve this treatment."

"Neither do we," the doctor argued. He looked at the girl in the hospital bed. He took a deep breath. "We have to be patient, Annie. We just have to be patient."

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"How much?"

He looked at the man in front of him. "Sir, that's not what I came here for."

"How much?"

He shook his head. "With all due respect, sir. I'm not interested."

"I'm losing my patience, Mr. Mayor. I'll ask you again. How much?"

"Fifty million dollars."

"Done." He offered the mayor of Metropolis a check. "Make sure no one gets ahold of this."

"The morning news have already reported about the crash, sir."

"Then make sure they don't do it again." The man said with gritted teeth. "There was no plane crash, understand?"

The mayor nodded. "Yes sir, there was no plane crash."

"Good." The man was satisfied. "You may go now."

The mayor was turned to leave. "And, Mr. Mayor? This conversation never happened."

"Of course, Mr. Luthor."

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"What do you mean the ambulance never came here?" Jonathan asked.

The nurse in charge of the Metropolis General Hospital looked at Jonathan. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kent, but we haven't sent out an ambulance since last night."

Jonathan took a deep breath. It had been almost five hours ever since the rescue happened. After going to the Metropolis Police Department to file a report about the woman, having lunch and calling home to check up on Martha, he decided to head to the hospital. He wanted to know the condition of the woman he had saved.

Only there was no woman.

"Then who was sent at the site of the plane crash?"

The nurse looked confused. "What plane crash?"

Jonathan frowned. "The one that was struck by lightning."

The nurse shook her head. "I'm sorry but I don't know anything about a plane crash."

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair. He didn't need to know what happened to the woman. He had done what he could by saving her. But he had questions that needed answering.

Like how the woman knew his son's name.

Jonathan frowned. Something strange is going on.

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Two weeks have passed ever since the so-called plane crash. Little by little, life at Metropolis and Smallville became normal again. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the crash.

Lionel Luthor stared at the Metropolis skyline with satisfaction.

"Mr. Luthor?"

Lionel turned around. "What?"

Annie swallowed hard. "She's awake."

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The clear blue eyes stared back at Lionel with uncertainty. The girl was young and beautiful.

Just the way Lionel Luthor liked it.

Lionel smiled at her. "Ah. You're already awake."

The girl looked at her surroundings in confusion. "Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?"

"Who are you?" Lionel asked her.

The girl stared at him dumbfoundedly. Silence filled the air. And then, "I don't know." The girl whispered. "I don't know." She covered her face with her hands. "I don't remember anything!"

"Don't worry," Lionel soothed her. "I'm sure everything will work out," he smiled. "Perfectly well."