A/N: Okay, I've gotten five!. Chapter 3 (which is the last one) is really short, so I'll combine it with this one. Maybe I'll make an epilogue if it's requested. Here you go! And thanks for all of the kind words! I'm honored that such prestigious authors enjoy my story!

You Can Go Home Again

by

The Spooky Mulder

Chapter Two


Clark woke up to the sounds of his mother making breakfast. He actually couldn't wait to help his dad with the chores. Clark got out of bed and quickly changed clothes. He then super-sped down the stairs and into a seat at the kitchen table. "Morning, Mom," he said brightly.

"Good morning, Clark," Martha said, placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Did you have a busy night?"

Clark frowned. "No, I-" he then remembered coming home and not changing clothes. She must have heard me come in and then come to check on me, he realized. "Lana got mugged."

Martha's eyes widened. "She didn't know it was you, did she?"

Clark chuckled. "No. She didn't suspect a thing."

Martha smiled. "If you're sure. So, honey, shouldn't you be getting ready for the reunion?"

"What? How late did I sleep?" Clark asked, panicking slightly.

"Clark, it's noon."

Clark felt slow. I didn't mean to sleep so late, he thought. The reunion was at 12:30, so Clark had plenty of time. "I'm gonna go help Dad," he said, finishing his "breakfast" quickly and heading out to the field.

Jonathan was building a new fence. Some fierce winds had recently gone through Smallville and knocked the old one over. "Hey, Dad." Clark said, walking up to the place Jonathan was. "Hello, son. Excited about your reunion?"

Clark nodded. "And nervous. Want some help with that?"

Jonathan looked at the posts he was struggling to hammer in, then looked at his son. "Sure." He stepped back and handed one to Clark. Clark took it, then positioned himself above the spot where it was supposed to go. He was bout to ram it in the ground when Chloe pulled up. She honked the horn then got out and walked to where the two Kent men stood. "Hey Clark, Mr. Kent," she said happily.

"Hey Chloe," Clark said, quickly pretending that the fence post was heavy. "What are you doing here?"

Chloe pretended to be surprised. "What, can't a girl offer her friend a ride?"

Clark smiled. "Sure," he said. "I'll help you with this later, Dad."

"Have fun," Jonathan said, smiling at his son. "And don't get too drunk!"

Clark rolled his eyes as he got in the passenger side of Chloe's car. Once they were on the road he turned to ask her a question. "Any reason for giving me a ride?"

Chloe bit her bottom lip. "Yeah, actually," she said. "I've been dying to tell you for so long, and now is as good a time as any."

Clark waited expectantly, kind of nervous about what she might say. What has she wanted to tell me for a long time?

"About six years ago I saw you catch a car that was flying through the air," Chloe said.

Clark opened his mouth to deny it, but she beat him to it. "Clark Kent, don't lie to me! I know I saw it. Alicia showed me. Actually, it was the night she-" Chloe stopped herself, knowing what happened that night probably still hurt him. Clark was silent for a moment, then he said, "So you know I have powers?"

Chloe nodded. "Not just that," she said. Clark held his breath. This is it, he thought.

"I know you're Superman." Chloe watched as Clark hung his head in defeat. "So you're not denying it?" she asked. Clark shook his head. "What's the point?"

Chloe grinned. "It's about time. You know, you should have told me a long time ago that you're-"

"What?" Clark interrupted. "An alien with superpowers?"

Chloe glanced at him. "Well…yeah," she said, pulling into a parking space at the school. "We're here," she said.

As they were walking toward the school Chloe noticed Clark's nervousness. "What?" she said, nudging him. "You can save the world but you can't face your classmates?"

Clark smiled. "I guess you're right," he said.

"Of course I am," Chloe said as the two entered their high school.

"Wow," Chloe said. "It hasn't changed at all!"

Clark nodded. "It's amazing. Just like a long walk down memory lane."

One of the teachers walked up and gave them nametags. "Everyone's in the gym," she told them. "Thanks," Chloe said as she and Clark walked to the gym. Before they went in Clark used his x-ray vision to look through the door. "It's crowded," he said. Chloe looked at him. "How do you-oh." In mid-sentence she remembered he could see through things. "Well, this is it," Clark said, opening the door for Chloe.

The gym was decorated with the school mascot and lots of red and yellow balloons. The room was full of Clark's old classmates, but he was only looking for one person. He finally spotted Pete standing at the refreshment table, looking happy to be back.

Smiling, Clark made his way over to the table. "Hey, Pete," he said, stopping in front of his friend. Pete looked at him. "Hey, Clark," he said, looking Clark up and down. Clark found Pete's behavior kind of strange, but he ignored it. He was too happy to see Pete again and nothing was going to bother him. "How have you been?" Clark asked.

"Oh, you know," Pete said. "Good. How about you? Doing anything interesting?"

Clark frowned. "Not really. I work for the Daily Planet now."

Pete laughed. "You? I figured that's what Chloe would be doing."

Clark shrugged. "Life surprises you sometimes," she said. Pete nodded. "Yeah. So, do you do anything else?"

Clark frowned again. "Pete, what do you mean?"

Pete looked around to see if anyone was listening, then lowered his voice. "Okay, I don't know how else to say this. Clark, are you Superman?"

Clark blinked a couple of times in surprise, then laughed. Pete was confused. "What's so funny?" he asked. Clark stopped laughing so he could answer. "Pete, of course I am!"

Pete looked relieved. "Good. So what happened while I was gone?"

Clark raised his eyebrows. "How long do you have?"

After twenty minutes, Clark had more or less filled Pete in. "So- let me get this straight- Chloe knows?" he asked.

"Chloe knows what?" Chloe said, walking up to the two boys. "Chloe, hey!" Pete said, hugging his friend. "It's great to see you too, Pete," she said. "So, what do I know?"

Clark looked at her. "About me," he said. Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Wait, Pete knows too?"

"Um, he found out about two years before you."

Chloe shrugged. "Huh. SO now the only person who doesn't know is-"

"Lana!" Clark said as Lana walked up behind Chloe. "Hi guys," she said. "Hey Pete. It's good to see you again!"

Pete smiled. "Hi Lana."

Lana moved next to Clark as the group of friends talked. After a few minutes Pete looked at Clark. "Dude, are you okay?" he asked. Clark was indeed looking sick. He glanced down at his hands and sure enough, his veins were pulsing and green. Lana stepped closer. "Clark, what's wrong?" The minutes she got closer to him, Clark fell forward. Chloe and Pete grabbed his arms. "Clark!" They looked down at him, wondering what was wrong. "Kryptonite," he moaned. Chloe looked around frantically, searching for somewhere to take Clark. "The locker room!" she said. Pete and Chloe helped Clark to the locker room and Lana followed. "Guys, what's going on?" she asked as Chloe and Pete laid Clark on a bench. "Um…Clark's having an allergic reaction!" Pete said.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Sure. We have to figure out where it's coming-" She had an epiphany. "Lana, are you wearing your necklace?"

Pete's eyes widened in realization. "It's made of Kryptonite!"

Lana, still utterly confused, nodded and pulled the necklace made from the meteor that killed her parents out from under her shirt. Chloe looked at her. "Sorry," she said, grabbing Lana's necklace and throwing it out of the room. "I don't understand," Lana said. Clark sat up, feeling better since the Kryptonite was gone. He was thinking about what to say. It'll be really hard to lie after this. And I don't like keeping things from Lana anyway.

"Lana, there's something I need to tell you."


Chapter Three

Lana's mind was racing. For some reason my necklace was making Clark sick, she thought. And he, Chloe, and Pete were calling it Kryptonite...

Things were beginning to click. And the night Clark comes back to town I get mugged, and who's there to save me? Superman.

Lana gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

"Lana, I'm-" Clark began.

"Oh my God," she interrupted. "You're Superman!"

Clark swallowed and nodded.

"So all that time in high school you had powers," Lana stated. Clark nodded again.

"Every time I was in trouble and you showed up- So that really was you in that tornado?"

"Yes. I couldn't tell you. At the time, not even Pete knew," Clark said. "I wanted to tell you so bad, but I also thought it was best you didn't know."

Pete and Chloe stood off to the side, wondering if Clark was going to tell everyone.

Lana sat down. "This is…wow. I mean, I don't know what I always thought your secret was, but the truth is so much stranger," she said.

"Yeah," Clark said, looking at her. "It's not every day you find out your friend is an alien."

"And a superhero," Chloe added. After a few moments of silence, Clark spoke up. "Why don't we go and enjoy the rest of our reunion?"

Later, back at the barn, Clark was up in his loft thinking about the day. So now she knows. I hope she doesn't think of me any different, he thought. Clark was just about to go back to the house when he heard footsteps. He turned around to find himself facing Lana. "Hey," he said.

She smiled. "Hi. I, um, wanted to ask you a question."

Clark nodded. "Sure, anything," he said, sitting down on the couch. Lana followed suit. "Clark, I want to know the real reason you never told me."

Clark gulped. I was hoping she wouldn't ask that.

He looked at his hands. "The meteor shower that I came here in killed your parents. Lana, it's my fault. If it hadn't-"

Lana put her finger to his mouth. "Clark, you never told me because you thought I'd be upset about my parents?"

Clark nodded.

"Maybe a long time ago I would have been, but you couldn't control it. I don't blame you." Lana's heart almost broke at how relieved Clark looked.

He looked as if a huge weight had been lifted. Lana couldn't control herself. She leaned forward and kissed Clark.

Clark was slightly surprised at her gesture, but he was happy to return it. I guess you can go home again, he thought.


A/N: There it is! Well, thanks for reading and reviewing!

The Spooky Mulder