A/N: Hey! Thanks for all the good reviews! I appreciate it so much! I'm just glad I can quench your thirst for Smallville. Speaking of that: I do not own Smallville or any of its inhabitants.Oh! I didn't mean to make Emily a Mary-sue. It was a complete accident. But, can't change it now!


Emily woke up in a barn. What the hell…she thought. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was in the Kents' barn. As soon as she was sure that she could stand, she leapt up and ran to the main house.

It was dark and she stumbled over small sticks and once over a bale of hay. Her mind was buzzing. Why did that green rock make me sick?

Where did they take Clark?
Why did they bring me back here?

Who are 'they'?

Emily burst through the front door and headed straight to the kitchen. I have a feeling those people talk there a lot…

Sure enough, Jonathan and Martha were sitting at the table and having a late-night cup of coffee.

Martha was the first to notice the haggard girl. Emily was standing in the doorway, huffing and puffing. Her clothes were torn in a few places and had hay and dirt on them.

"Honey, what happened?" Martha breathed, rushing to the young girl.

Emily completely let go of herself. She, for possibly the first time in her life, broke into sobs and let Mrs. Kent lead her to a chair at the kitchen table. "It…was….horrible!" she sobbed while Martha got her a warm cup of tea. Jonathan was sitting across from her, not sure what to do. He was used to comforting Clark, but then again Clark didn't often burst into tears. Trying to sound like a comforting father-type, Jonathan said, "Can you tell us what happened?"

Martha set the tea in front of Emily and sat down next to her. Emily tried her hardest to stop crying, but failed. Finally she managed to choke out, "They…they…took him! They took Clark!"

Martha and Jonathan glanced at each other, the others' worry clear. "Who took him, sweetie?" Martha asked soothingly. Emily's lower lip quivered. "I don't know," she wailed. Jonathan looked at Martha. "Could you tell us exactly what happened?" he asked. Emily nodded. "I heard your argument with Clark from under the stairs. He ran out of the house and I followed," Emily paused to calculate their expressions. "He didn't go to the Talon. Instead he went to these caves that had paintings. Kind of like the one I was found at."

Martha and Jonathan looked at each other wearily.

When they didn't say anything Emily continued. "I went inside after him, and I saw him floating."

The Kents' eyes widened at this statement, but they didn't interrupt the girl. "I told him I thought it was cool. We were just standing there, then these guys were there, surrounding us. They were wearing all black. One of them stood behind Clark and held up this weird green rock. Clark fell over like he was in pain. When he was down, the man came at me with the rock. I couldn't figure out what he was doing, but then I blacked out. When he held that rock near me it felt like someone was boiling my blood to make spaghetti or something."

Martha and Jonathan, for their part, didn't show much of a reaction. Emily obviously knew that Clark had powers, but she didn't know to what extent. Also, the Kryptonite had obviously had the same effect on her as it did on Clark. That could only mean one thing. That, plus the fact that she was found in a cave with the same markings, led them to one conclusion. Emily was a Kryptonian, just like Clark.

"Emily, honey." Martha said soothingly, glancing at Jonathan. "Why don't we go upstairs and clean you off?"

Wiping her wet cheeks with the back of her hand and sniffling, Emily nodded. After they were upstairs, Jonathan stood up and went to his truck. He knew he should tell the police that Clark was missing, but they would only make things more difficult. Instead, he drove straight to the caves. He knew how dangerous it could be to his health, but Jonathan had to know. If that…that…If he had anything to do with this…

Clark looked in every direction possible from where he was sitting. Sitting, however, was a loose term. He was actually tied to a chair with heavy metal chains. Also, someone had tied a piece of Kryptonite around his neck. It wasn't enough to seriously hurt him, but it would keep him from fighting.

He was in a dingy warehouse that had a lot of scrap metal and car parts. He also noticed a door that said "The Boss's Office". Gee, I wonder what that could be, he thought sarcastically. Then he remembered that Emily had been with him. I hope she's okay. She doesn't seem to be here.

Then Clark remembered two things that had happened prior to his kidnapping. One, Emily had seen him floating. Two, the Kryptonite had affected her just like it did him. For some reason that knowledge made Clark happier than he had felt since Pete went to live with his mom. She's like me…


A/N: So………..whaddya think? Is it good? What should happen? I'm open to suggestions!