Thank you for those few reviews I recieved. This is my first time as a writer, so thank you so much. Here's chapter 2.
Chapter 3: Here Without You
Clark looked out the window as he thought of Alicia. He remembered, vividly, their first real date. They had gone ice skating, he had fell on his butt more than three times, and then they had gotten a cup of hot chocolate. That was one of his best nights. He had loved Alicia, he could be himself around her, and she had been killed. She had even loved him back. That was something he had rarely felt from someone other than his parents.
A loud knock on the door had broken him from his thoughts. He turned from the window and answered the front door. "Hey, Pete!" He exclaimed, "What are you doing back in Smallville?" "I ran into a guy a week ago. He said he knew you," Pete said, licking his chapped lips, "I decided that, since Lex's party or whatever is tomorrow night, that I'd go. He's coming, and I thought it'd give me a chance to catch up with everyone." "Come in," Clark said, stepping back so the boy could go in, "I'm glad you're here. Where are you staying?" "Me and Bart thought we'd stay here." Pete said. 'Bart Allen?' ran through his head, 'It can't be...'
"Here?" Clark asked, rubbing his chin, "I don't know if we have enough space. With Lois in my room-" "Dude, you have a chick rooming with you?" Bart Allen asked, appearing behind Pete, an apple in his hand. "She's Chloe's cousin." Clark said, frowning at him, "I don't know if we have enough space in the house. "Don't worry, Clark. You and I can sleep in the barn, and Petey here can have the couch." Bart said, super-speeding the room. "It's Pete," Pete said irritated. "Listen, Bart. If you stay here, you can't talk about... my you know..." Clark said. "Clark jr.?" Pete asked, clueless. Clark's face heated up. "Oh no," Bart said, "Has-"
"Maybe... twice." Clark said, "But I meant my abilities. She doesn't know yet." Bart nodded, holding in laughter. "Come off it!" He exclaimed, "It was an accident both times! The first time was in a field. I had amnesia." "First time's an accident. Second time's not." Bart said. "Fine, Bart." He said, scathingly, "We had just gotten chased by her father, we were covered in dirt, so we went home. She took a shower, and then I got in when she was done." "That's definitely not all." Bart said, "Is she hot? Gimme the details." "No. She's definitely not." Clark lied, "But she came in when I was in the shower." Bart whispered something into his ear. His face heated up. "My shirt." He said weakly, and stalked off. "Damn, Kent. I'm the fastest man alive, and all you do is take showers and you get all the chicks." Bart said before clearing out the fridge in three seconds.
Thursday Night-6:45 p.m.
"Clark!" Was heard after the slam of a door echoed. Clark stood up and felt a wind pass by him. He looked back at where he, Pete, Lois, and Bart were just sitting. Bart was missing. There was a scream and a crash. Clark ran outside at a normal speed. "Mom!" He shouted, seeing his mother unconscious in his father's arms. "Bart, what did you do?" Clark shouted, going over to them. "It wasn't me this time!" He exclaimed, helping a figure up. Clark moved in front of Bart and looked at the young man, noting that his backpack was glowing. "He's hurt." Clark said, looking him over. The man let out a low growl before crouching on his feet. He was wearing a thick jacket and sweat pants, something he took from a homeless person a few hours back.His head shot up as he made eye contact with Clark. "Kal-El..." He whispered, "Is that you?" Clark nodded. "How do you know me?" He asked. "We've been looking for you," The man said, pulling out a metallic device and speaking into it, "I found him... or rather he found me." "Okay, we've tracked you. We'll be there in fifteen minutes. Tell him we're not going to harm him. And don't tell him about our organization yet. And don't-" A woman's voice said. "Okay, Ororo. I'll keep my mouth shut." He said, pocketing the device.
"What are you doing here?" Clark asked as they got back inside. "I was sent to find you, Kal-" He said, but was interrupted. "Clark," He interupted. "-Clark," He said, "I can't tell you anything else until they get here. And don't worry, Clark. You're not as alone as you think." He gave a nod to the others and went outside. He didn't flinch as Bart appeared next to him. "Hello," He said, nodding slightly. "Who are you?" He asked, cutting straight to the point. "I'm kind of surprised you don't recognize me," He replied softly, "I have dad's nose and mom's brownhair." "Wow," Bart said, "I never thought I'd see you again." "Me neither. But when I was sent to find Clark, I had a feeling I'd be seeing you." The older man said, looking up as he heard the jet approaching. He stood straight and tall, looking up, as it appeared above them, lights shining down on them from above.
Jonathan led the family outside as wind stormed up around them, and lights shone through the windows. He shielded his eyes as a semi-large jet landed. It could fit sixteen people, and you could walk around in it. He watched in amazement as the door opened, and three men came out, one burly looking, another one who was wearing sunglasses, and the other in a wheel chair. The mysterious man went over to the handi-capped man.
"Hello, Professor. Hey, Logan. Scott." He said, "I found him, Professor." "Good work. This is a whole new level of power for a rookie like you," He said, "Gosee Jean. She'll get you some clothes." "Thank you, Professor." The man said and went into the jet. "Bartholemeu, you may go also. Mr. and Mrs. Kent, if you'll allow me to, I'd like to introduce myself. I am Charles Xavier. Founder of a school for the Gifted." He said, holding out a hand. Logan sneered from behind him. "Logan, that behavior is not acceptable. Go wait in the jet with Rogue." He said as Jonathan shook his hand. With a grumble, Logan went back inside.
"Excuse his behavior. Logan doesn't like long flights, and he's just a little defensive since Jean's Phoenix episode where she almost died." Xavier said, "Of course, we all are. We almost lost one of our beloved Professors and friends that day. Now, if you'll follow Scott and I into the jet, we have somewhere to go." Scott pushed him inside, Jonathan, Martha, Lois, Clark, and Pete behind them.
"Here are some fresh clothes, unless you would like to wear those all the time." Jean Grey said, eyeing her students' clothes, "Where'd you get them? I thought you had a whole bag of stuff." "Well, you see Professor, it's actually a neat story..." He gave a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his head. "It's the age, isn't it? All eighteen year olds are the same." She said and left him to change. He quickly did so,changing into the black shirt with a silver 'X' on the back, and his favorite pair of jeans. He looked at himself in the mirror. He noted that prickles of hair stuck out of his chin, above his upperlip, and cheeks, since he hadn't shaved for a week. "Maybe I'll keep the mustache." He said, winking. All the hair disappeared from his face except from above his upperlip. "I wonder of Professor Grey will like it." He said cockily, "Yeah, right."
"So explain to me why we're on a jet to... who knows where!" Jonathan exclaimed. "Calm down, Mr. Kent," Bart said, "My brother started here a month ago. If these people were bad, he wouldn't have gotten on the jet." "That's right," Jean said, "He may be Logan's twin, but he knows who the right people are." "Are you saying I don't know who the right people are?" Logan asked, looking at her. "She turned her head and looked him in the eye. "I'm just saying that you don't always pick the right people to be with." She said. Ororo looked at the both of them, and at Scott. His jaw was clenched, his arms were folded across his chest, but his hands were clenched so tight together that his knuckles were tight. "Anyway," The professor cut in, "We would like Clark to attend school here." He stopped talking when his newest student came out of his the bathroom.
"Hey, Strider. I didn't see you come in." Rogue said as he sat next to her, Bobby Drake, andPyro a.k.a. John. "So what is this school about?" Martha asked. "It's for what humans call mutants." Scott said, "Us mutants developed these abilities when we were younger. Most of us no younger than Lucas' age." He pointed to Strider, who was trying to put out Pyro's ball of fire. "What do these mutants do?" Clark asked. "Well, you've met Bart, so you know what he does." Lucas said, standing up, "I, however, have more than the usual amount since I wasfirstborn in a whole mutant family. We've had powers for many generations, and it all started over with Bart." "How many abilities do you have?" Clark asked. "Let's see..." He said, looking down. "About thirty in all." Logan said, "Plus his adamantium." "He's a very special young man." Jean said, causing him to blush. Bobby elbowed him, knowing about his ever-growing crush on Professor.
"I think I want to join," Clark said after the Professors explained the school to him while the other few students were training in the middle of a dark field. They had landed over an hour ago, Pete, Lois, and Bart watching them. "Clark, you still have school to finish." Jonathan said. "I know, dad. But I can finish this and figure college out." He said. "The others are about twenty-two except for Logan, who's thirty-six, and Bobby, John, and Rogue, who are the same age." Xavier said, "And you can still go to college here. We are relocating the school here, thanks to Drew Webb's abilities to transport things." "Alright," Jonathan said, giving up, "But don't let him get hurt."
Lucas smirked as Bobby held up a hand. "Oh no, beware of ice storms." He said, and was greeted by a blast of cool air. "Not this way!" He exclaimed, as he felt ice reaching him. He turned around and put up a force field around Bart, Lois, and Pete. The next thing he knew, he was frozen upto his neck, and the force field was down. "That's attractive, Luke." Bart said. "So what are your names?" Lucas asked, wiggling his head, trying to unfreeze himself. "Pete Ross," Said the African American, who had gotten taller since the last time he had visited Smallville. "Lois Lane," Lois said, raising an eyebrow at the man in front of her, who's head was barely visible as it shook all over the place. "Sorry," He said, trying to still his head, "It's c-c-cold and I'm trying to unfreeze myself without hurting you guys." Bobby went over to him and looked at the Lucas popsicle. "It's not everyday I get a chance to freeze you," Bobby said, running a hand through his blonde hair, "Especially when your force field's not up." Lucas smirked as he got an idea.
Jean walked outside and raised an eyebrow as she saw a frozen Lucas standing across from Bobby. She watched as Lucas put up a force field around himself and blew the ice away using his thermo-heat. "Good job, Lucas." She said, going over to the group. "Thanks, Professor." He said as he lowered his guard. "What was your reasoning for not just doing that without the force field?" She questioned, raising her chin. "Well, you see, I couldn't let a fine lady like Lois Lane get hurt." He said, smirking, "Especially when it's my powers that would have caused it. You know, don't want toruin the chances of getting a date." He added the last part telepathically. "That'll never happen, Lucas." She said, "Now come on, we're taking the Kents to the school. If they like it for tonight, Clark might stay permanently." Pete frowned. Permanently? Then he'd probably never come back to Smallville or come see him and his old friends again.
Lucas felt wrong for having a crush on his Professor. The same one that almost died a year ago. The same one that is loved by both Scott and Logan. But he could have a chance. He was only eighteen, and she was twenty-two, almost twenty-three. But he knew that would probably never happen. Not for him, at least. His father didn't need anyone, especially not his mother, and he didn't need anyone. "I don't need anyone," He whispered to himself as he lied on the metallic bench of the X-jet. He suddenly curled up into a ball as a ringing filled his ears. He fell off the bench, and landed on his knees, hands over his ears. "It's Cerebro!" Shouted Logan as he struggled to keep calm. Clark frowned as the plance started descending. Ororo and Jean were both in pain from the sharp ringing in his ears. Clark unbuckled them and laid them on the floor before sitting in the seat. Lois went and sat in the other chair. She quickly pressed a few buttons and pulled upthe wheel, the jet going steady. "Lucas... what's going on?" Bart asked through gritted teeth. "I'll be back," Was the last thing he said and transported.
Lucas was in absolute pain as he teleported to the mansion. He saw that the doors were broken into and that there was a trail of blue sludge. "Stryker," He muttered and transported into Cerebro. He saw Magneto with the bars on his head, concentrating on the mutants. He used a shockwave of energy and knocked it off, ceasing the pain. Lucas stood up, sweat dripping from his nose onto the floor. "Why are you doing this?" He let out a raspy breath. Magneto let out a raspy breath and slumped forward. "He was being controlled." He said to himself as he lifted Eric Lensherr onto his back. He teleported out of Cerebro and pulled out his phone that led to the X-jet. "Are you there? Answer! Anyone answer!" He shouted into the device.
"Jean, are you alright?" Scott asked as he leaned over Jean. "I'm fine. What about Storm?" She asked, a hand on her head. "She's answering a signal on the phone." He answered, helping her sit up. "Hello? Respond." Storm a.k.a. Ororo said as she pressed a button. "It's me... Mag... Cere... control..." Lucas' voice was going out. Jean took the spot that Lois vacated a minute before. She put the head set on and listened along with Storm. "We can't hear you." Storm said, "You're breaking up!" "I'm at the school now. Magneto was being controlled somehow. That was making him concentrate on all the mutants." He said more clearly, "Do you know how incredibly exhausting it is to get into Cerebro when someone's doing that?" "I imagine very. We'll be there in aboutfiteen minutesunless you want to teleport to us now." Jean said. "I'll wait here," He said, "Magneto's strapped to the wall by my flames. He won't be going anywhere."
