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Emily woke up in Clark's bed, alone. She frowned. What happened? I was on my way to get cookies with Clark and then...what?
Deciding that she couldn't wait for an answer, Emily climbed out of the bed and headed downstairs. God that bed smelled nice. Just like him...Sighing, she turned the corner and went into the kitchen. All three of the Kents were sitting around the table. They didn't notice she was there. Emily quickly stepped back into the shadows of the staircase. She didn't like eavesdropping on the family; it made her feel guilty. She really liked the Kents. Especially Clark.
"What are we going to do?" Martha said worriedly. She thought the girl, Emily, was nice, but if she was a threat to Clark...Martha couldn't let anything happen to her son. "I don't think we should to anything," Clark said. "I mean, it obviously wasn't her talking. Maybe she won't remember."
Jonathan shook his head. "As much as I'd like to believe that were true, we can't assume anything."
"But Dad..."
"No 'buts' Clark. I want you to be careful around that girl. First she says she was found in a cave, then this...I just don't know."
Clark frowned. He didn't care what his parents said; he knew Emily was good. He couldn't believe that she would mean him harm...
"I'm going to...to...the Talon," he said, standing up from the table and striding past Emily's hiding place. Emily held her breath. For some reason she didn't want Clark to notice that she was there. Luckily he was too angry to notice, and he walked past, slamming the front door on his way out.
Clark felt bad for telling his parents that he was going to the Talon. He really hated lying to them, but he really couldn't face Lana right now either. He was fairly certain that he didn't love her anymore, but he still had feelings for her. Like that makes sense, he thought sarcastically.
Clark had instead gone to the caves. As he gazed at all of the markings, he couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Emily. At least he wasn't discovered in the caves; he had shown up with a meteor shower. Like that's any better.
Emily couldn't help it. She had followed Clark. She normally wasn't this bold or nosy, but she found she had a strange fascination with the Kansas farm boy. Just call me "Curious George", she thought. She only found it slightly bizarre that he led her to a cave. She waited for him to disappear inside, then followed from a distance.
Emily was surprised to see the same weird paintings that were in the cave she had been found in. "Strange..." she muttered. Could there be a connection?
Clark still went to the caves for comfort, but this time it was not to be so. All he could think about was Jor-El and all the wrong he had done him. Grimacing at the memories, Clark glanced up. To his surprise, there was a new character on the ceiling. Knowing he had done it before, Clark willed himself to float up. He did, and started to study the new painting.
Emily held her breath and walked deeper into the cave. What she saw almost made her faint. Fortunately she was never one who fainted that much. "Oh my God..." she whispered, seeing a hovering Clark.
Thanks to his acute hearing, Clark turned around and fell in surprise.
Oh no! She's seen me! he thought frantically.
Noticing that she had been spotted, Emily stepped forward into full view.
"Okay, I could be imagining this, but were you floating?" she asked timidly.
Clark couldn't lie. Not only did he not want to, he also couldn't deny the fact that she had just seen him floating.
"Actually, yes I was," he said. Emily's jaw dropped open. He was floating...he was floating...
Clark and Emily stood in silence. Both were feeling uncomfortable and Clark felt like he was a zoo animal, the way she was staring at him. Noticing the hurt look on his face, Emily made herself stop gawking. "So you can float," she said. "That's...actually really cool."
Clark couldn't think of anything to say. She doesn't think I'm a freak! He slowly smiled.
"Yeah," he said. "I guess it kinda is."
Emily returned the smile. Every time he smiled like that she felt her knees turn to jelly.
The two teens were standing there, smiling at each other when five men wearing black surrounded them. They were five very tall, very bulky men.
The one directly behind Clark pulled out a meteor rock and held it extremely close to the boy. The reaction was immediate. Clark felt as if his blood was boiling. He fell to the floor, writhing in pain.
"Clark!" Emily screamed as two of the men grabbed her arms and held her still. The man set the rock next to Clark to keep him down and walked toward the girl. He produced another rock from the inside of his shirt and held it in front of her.
Emily tore her gaze from Clark and frowned through her tears. "What are you..." she squeaked. She didn't have the chance to finish her sentence because she felt as if her very blood was boiling. "What....ahhh..." she moaned as the men slowly let her fall to the floor.
Clark was staring at Emily in disbelief. The meteor rock had the same affect on her...Could it be true?
That was his last coherent thought as they both slipped into unconsciousness.
A/N: What do you guys think? Huh? Is it good? Do I need to make improvements? Please R&R!
