A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! School does take up a lot of time! Also, next week is Dead Week (for those of you who don't know what that is- it's the week semester finals are). Well, here we go!
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Jonathan parked outside the caves and got out. He didn't know if Jor-El had anything to do with Clark's kidnapping, but if he did…I'll kill him myself.
Then another one of Jonathan's inner voices spoke up. How? You're just a human, after all.
Then a thought struck Jonathan. He knew it was wrong, but true. If Clark couldn't do something, then maybe Emily could…
Jonathan entered the caves.
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I have to get out of here, Clark thought. He didn't care what happened to him; he just wanted to know if Emily was okay. If she really is from Krypton…
He couldn't describe how happy that would make him; to know that he wasn't alone. That he wasn't an endangered species. Nice way of putting it.
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Emily hated feeling helpless. She never wanted to feel like she needed someone else to help her. "I am perfectly capable of helping myself," she would always say. But now, she felt completely and totally paralyzed. Clark was missing, and she didn't know where. Plus, she had seen him floating. No matter how cool someone thinks that is, it's still very weird.
"Hey," she said, looking at Martha.
Martha looked up at the girl from her newspaper. "Hmm?"
"Why can Clark float?" Emily didn't mean to intrude, and the look on Mrs. Kent's face didn't help.
"I'm sorry, I just –"
"No, it's okay. I think you should know," Martha said, putting the paper aside.
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"So, Clark is an alien?"
Martha nodded. "From…Krypton. And…the green rock-"
"Kryptonite," Martha supplied.
"Kryptonite, makes him weak?" When Emily finished her thought process, Martha just nodded. "So, that means that I…"
Martha smiled comfortingly. "Well, we don't know for sure. It could just be a coincidence," she said. "It's not like you've shown signs of powers."
Emily looked down at her hands. Martha frowned.
"You haven't, have you?"
Emily bit her lip. "Well, there was this once in eighth grade. I was really bored, and we were watching a video on monkeys and their mating habits. We had this really cute sub. I was watching him write a pass for someone, and then my eyes got really itchy and hot. I looked back at the TV, and it burst into flames."
When Emily finished her story, Martha's jaw was hanging open. "Clark has heat vision," she said.
Emily raised her eyebrows. "What else can he do?"
Martha chewed on her finger thoughtfully. "Well, he has super-speed, heat vision, x-ray vision, super hearing, and super strength."
Emily whistled approvingly. "Do you think I can do all that?" she asked.
Martha shrugged. "I really don't know. Clark's powers came gradually. I'm surprised you haven't shown anything else yet."
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Clark shifted in the chair, trying to escape. If Emily was a Kryptonian too, he wanted to talk with her. He couldn't do that while he was tied to a chair in some warehouse.
"Hey, kid! What do ya think yer doin'?" one of the kidnappers asked menacingly. He had come up behind Clark, which is why he didn't hear him. (Kryptonite, remember!)
"Uh, my arm itched," Clark said. What a lame excuse.
Fortunately for Clark, the guy was dumb. He didn't even graduate from high school.
"Just don't try nothin' dumb," he said, walking into "the Boss's Office".
Gotta be more quiet, Clark scolded himself.
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Jonathan glanced around the cave. Nothing was more unusual than usual. Yeah right, he thought.
"Jor-El!" he shouted, hoping that he wasn't wrong about this. "I know you did this!"He heard someone take a step from deeper in the cave. What? he thought. Who would be here?
Jonathan stepped further inside saying, "This is Jonathan Kent. Who are you?"He turned the corner and saw the back of a man. From behind, he was the same height as Clark. "Hello?"
The man turned around and Jonathan felt his jaw fall open.
A/N: I just love cliffhangers! Sorry. I love reviews! (I love 'em all! Even "constructive criticism" a.k.a. flames. Bring 'em on!)
