A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I know how aggravating it is to wait for a story to be updated. I won't keep you any longer!!!
Emily went out to the field of the Kents' farm. If she really did have superpowers, she was going to use them and get Clark. She already knew that she had heat vision, but what she really needed was this super strength Mrs. Kent had mentioned. Also, x-ray vision might be useful to rescue Clark.
Emily walked past the barn and headed toward the Kents' tractor. It looked new, which would only make her feel more guilty later.
Gritting her teeth, she placed her hands under the back and lifted.
Nothing.
A small growl escaped her lips at her failure. Never give up, she scolded herself.
She tightened her grip and braced herself. Closing her eyes she muttered, "For Clark…"
Emily opened her eyes. The tractor was gone.
"I did it!" she shrieked. She turned to run back to the house, and found herself at the door. "In mere seconds!" she exclaimed. Emily was definitely having fun. She stared at the door and found herself looking at Martha, who was still sitting at the kitchen table.
"I'm actually looking through the door!"
Flinging the door open, Emily rushed into the kitchen. "Mrs. Kent! I did it! I did it!"
Martha looked bewildered.
"Emily, what happened?" she asked.
Emily plopped down in one of the chairs. "I threw your tractor!"
Martha stared.
"Eh, sorry about that. But I threw it! And I ran real fast! And I saw you, except it was through the door!"
Martha was at a loss for words. "You have powers?"
Emily nodded happily. "I can go save Clark now!"
Martha opened her mouth to protest. "You don't even know –"
Emily was already gone.
"Wait – the tractor?"
Clark was scared for his safety, but he was also bored. As far as he could tell he had been sitting in the chair for almost three hours. He was concerned about Emily's safety. For all he knew, the strange men had kidnapped her too. Or worse- killed her.
He was beginning to wonder if he would ever get out when he heard loud crashes coming from the loading dock of the warehouse.
"Hey! You get back here!" he heard one of the men shout.
Another crash. One of the men in black came flying into the area where Clark was being held.
Emily came to a stop directly in front of Clark. "Hey," she said.
Clark's mouth fell open. "How did you get here?" he asked, looking around.
"Can't talk now; explain later." Emily said, untying Clark and firmly grabbing his arm.
Clark decided that it wasn't the time to argue, and Emily looked pretty darn determined.
"Run with me," she said, glancing furtively at the exit.
"I can't. The Kryptonite-"
Emily reached forward and ripped Clark's shirt off. The glowing green Kryptonite was taped underneath. Fighting the sudden urge to throw up, Emily proceeded to rip that off too. Holy crap, she thought at the sight of Clark's bare chest.
Wasting no more time, she and Clark ran out of the warehouse as fast as they could, Emily's arm still griped firmly on Clark's arm.
She can run as fast as I can, Clark thought as they raced back toward the Kents' Farm.
They reached the farm just as Jonathan was pulling up in his truck. Clark and Emily stopped in front of it as Jonathan and a strange man came out.
The man turned around to face Clark and Emily.
Clark was frozen in place. No, no, no! What is this? What's going on?
His mind was racing. He didn't know how, or why, but he was facing an exact copy of himself. But it's not me…
Emily was confused. She was looking at two Clarks. "Mr. Kent, what is this?" she asked, looking from Clark to Clark. Mr. Kent didn't look at her. Instead he was looking hard at Clark. "Son," he said. "We need to talk."
They walked into the kitchen. "Jonathan," Martha said, looking at Clark's apparent dishevelment, and the man that looked exactly like him. Jonathan gave her a "not now" look and motioned for her to sit down.
Up until this point, Jor-El hadn't said anything. He wanted to see how the humans would react. What had surprised him was that Kal-El's little girlfriend was a fellow Kryptonian.
He knew his time on Earth was ticking, so he had to do this fast. "Kal-El," he said, interrupting the two foster parents' bickering.
When the strange man that looked like Clark said that, Clark and his parents' heads turned toward him. "His name is Clark," Jonathan practically hissed.
Jor-El ignored him. "Kal-El," he repeated. "I had come hoping you would accompany me in my quest to further what is left of our race, but now I see we may be able to regenerate." After stating this, he gave a meaningful glance at Emily.
Emily felt her cheeks turn red. "Clark, who is this man?" she asked.
Clark stared at Jor-El. "His name is Jor-El. He's my father."
A/N: Dun dun dun! Today was the first day back at school. What a bummer.
