A/N - I've made Red K a little different in my fic. It still makes Clark do all same things the real stuff does but after he takes the ring off, he forgets everything that's happened. That should clear up any confusion about it.


I woke up quite early the next morning. Clark must of came back late because he was still fully clothed, and had fallen asleep on the sofa. I just ignored him and went into the kitchen. Looking through the fridge and cupboards, trying to find something to eat, I stumbled across something I didn't want to see. A bag of dope or something, with some paper to wrap the stuff in beside it. Since when did Clark smoke dope or whatever the hell it was? This was not like the Clark Kent I fell in love with. This guy was some sick monster.

"What are you doing snooping through my stuff?" I froze. I had just found my boyfriend's stash of dope and he had caught me. I slowly turned to face him, with the bag of drugs still in my hand.

"I think the question is, what thefcuk are you doing with drugs?" He looked really angry now. He grabbed my arm and put a tight grip on it, which hurt me a lot. I went to slap him across the face with my other free hand but he took it before I had the chance. "Let me go you freak!" That set him right off. Clark lifted me off the ground then threw me into the wall at the other side of the room.

"That's what you get for calling me a freak, bitch." I put my hand to the back of my head and felt something. Blood. Then I looked all over my body and saw cuts everywhere. Clark walked over to me. I looked up at him and he started clutching his chest, in pain I think. He ripped his shirt off and I saw a huge scar on his chest. It started glowing red. Clark tried to pull the ring off, and once he did, the scar stopped glowing. He threw the ring to the other side of the room then rushed to my side. "Peyton, are you alright?"

"Get lost Kal. I'm fine, OK?" He looked puzzled after I called him Kal. But he still tried to help me but I slapped him.

"What was that for? Who's Kal and where are we?" Clark was really confused, but I didn't buy his little 'act'.

"Quit playing dumb Kal. You know the answers to those questions." My head was aching not. I felt like I was gonna puke. Clark still wanted to help me but I pulled away from him.

"I don't know what you are talking about Peyton. Explain to me... please?"

"No way! You..." I couldn't stay awake anymore. The pain was all too much for me to handle. Darkness slowly covered my mind. Last thing I remember hearing was Clark shouting "Oh my god." Then I fell in unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I was lying in a hospital bed (for like, the 4th or 5th time this month). No sign of Clark anywhere. That made me feel a bit safer. I tried to sit up but all the tubes connected to me were in the way. I looked around the room but no-one was there.

Then I heard the door creak a little so I quickly turned to see who was there, forgetting that it was my head what was in the most pain. I gritted my after that, doing my best not to scream at the top of my voice. The person who entered my room was male, quite tall, light brown hair, a bit stubble on his chin and was holding a clipboard in his hand.

"Miss Willis? Is that correct?" I guessed he was a doctor. He was wearing the right clothes anyway.

"Uh... yeah, that's right." He started writing something on his clipboard then he looked back at me and smiled.

"Well, Miss Willis, you've sustained a few head injuries, you also have a few minor cuts and bruises but apart from that you seen to be pretty well. Would you like any visitors to come in?" Visitors? Oh, Clark probably waited for me. Even though he was the one who done all this to me in the first place. "A young man is quite eager to see you." Eager to see me? After all he put me through? Well, I'm guessing he did bring me here.

"Uh... sure. Let him in." The doctor nodded then left the room. A few minutes later, Clark entered. He pulled the closest chair up to my bed then he gave me a puppy dog look. That always worked on me and he knew it.

"Peyton, please tell me what you were talking about earlier," he asked, sounding concerned. He really couldn't remember anything. Because if he could, I don't think he would have brought me to the hospital or he wouldn't want me to tell him so badly.

"Can I ask you a question first?"

"Sure, go right ahead." I thought about asking him what he was talking about in his dreams. Ever since we got to Metropolis, Clark shouted things in his sleep. Usually about someone or something with the name Jor-El.

"Who's Jor-El?" Clark's expression quickly turned into fear. Maybe this dude was a threat to Clark and his family.

"How do you know about Jor-El?"

"You kept screaming his or her name when you were asleep."

"I can't say anything here. Come on, I'll get you out of here." He started ripping out all the tubes connected to my body. I could feel each of them coming out, and that was sore. Then he lifted me into his arms and super-sped back to the hotel room.

"Remember when I told about myself. My true self." I nodded then Clark continued. "Well, Jor-El is my biological father. And he keeps trying to get me to do what he wants me to." Whoa. That's rough.

"I'd hate someone trying to control my life like that. So, does the ring have something to do with you being a total ###### up jerk or was it Jor-El making you like that?" He started to look confused again.

"Ring? Wait, what colour was the jewel in the ring?" How'd he know that the ring had a jewel in it?

"Um... red I think. But what does the colour have to do with your bizarre attitude?"

"The class ring..." He mumbled under his voice, just loud enough for me to hear. "Uh... know how I told you that I can't be hurt or killed?" I nodded in agreement. "Well, the green meteor rocks hurt me a lot. And the jewel in that ring affects me mentally. It makes me do things that I wouldn't normally do."

"I don't get it. A little rock makes you go physco and crazy and junk?" That just soundedfcuked up to me. I know I was affected by the meteor rocks but they hurt him. Strange.

"Yeah, I know it sounds weird but it's true." I kinda believed him now, but I was wanting to find out more about Clark's real father Jor-El.

"So, what should I call you, Kal or Clark?"

"Clark, please!" I laughed a little then gave Clark a kiss on the cheek.

"How'd you find out about your real father? Did he like, talk to you somehow?" He looked a bit uneasy now. Maybe he doesn't like talking about his biological parents. "But you don't need to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's OK. You remember that explosion that happened on my farm."

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I kinda used a kryptonite key to blow up the spaceship I was brought here in. Jor-El was using that to contact me." Freaky. That would really scare me if someone done that to me.

"Scary. So what about your biological mother?"

"I've never spoken to her before. I don't even know her name."

"That's rough, not knowing her and all."

"Kinda but if she's anything like Jor-El; I don't want to know her." I would be like that too. "Do you wanna go back to Smallville?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Of course I want to." Clark kissed me on the lips then we left the hotel room.