A/N: Hello. I'm sorry it's taken so long. Just a warning, but this chapter may be…more adult. As in, kissing and making out. Don't worry, though. There will be nothing more than that. We don't want our dear Clark to lose his virginity, now, do we;)


Emily looked from Clark to this Jor-El person. "Your father?" she finally asked.

Clark looked extremely upset, but he said, "My biological father."

Emily stared at the man. "So that would make him a…"

Jor-El finished her sentence. "Kryptonian. Just like you, I see."

Emily still didn't understand. "Clark…"

Clark turned to look at her. "Why don't you go wait for me up in the loft?" he said.

When Emily looked like she wasn't going to budge he added, "Please?"

Scowling at Jor-El, Emily turned on her heel and went to Clark's "Fortress of Solitude".

Emily was sitting on Clark's couch, waiting for him to come up. It had been about fifteen minutes, when Emily began to worry. "What could they be doing?" she wondered aloud. "Wait. Didn't Mrs. Kent say something about super hearing?"

Emily focused her entire being on hearing what was going on in the Kents' house.

She heard several clocks ticking, a leaky faucet, a spider skittering in the walls, but no one was speaking.

She super-sped to the house.

Jonathan, Clark, and Martha were all sitting at the kitchen table, looking very glum. No one said a word.

"What happened?" Emily asked, taking a seat next to Clark.

He turned to look at her. "Jor-El wants us to come with him," he said, staring into her eyes.

"Us?"

"Yeah. You and me," Clark replied, looking at his mother.

Emily glanced around nervously. "What-what for?"

Clark shrugged dejectedly. "He didn't say. All he said was that if we didn't, he'd do something really bad."
Emily snorted. "Tch. Like that's a serious threat," she said.

Everyone stared. "Or, maybe it is?" she added meekly.

"He's capable of more than we even know," Jonathan said. "In the mean time, don't you two have some homework?"

Emily and Clark glanced at each other, silently agreeing that they would go to the loft.

"Jonathan, I need to talk to you," Martha said, stopping her husband from leaving the kitchen. "Sure, Martha," he said, sitting back down. "What is it?"

Martha took a deep breath. "You may have realized it from the conversation with Jor-El, but Emily is from Krypton."
"Really? So, does she have all of Clark's powers?" Jonathan asked, raising his eyebrows.

Martha nodded.

"Well, I don't see a reason to be worried," Jonathan said, preparing to go again.

"But what if he leaves!" Martha burst out.

"What?"

"What if she and Clark leave? You know how much he wanted to have someone like him, and now that he's found her I'm afraid she'll take him away from us." Martha burst out.

Jonathan looked bewildered. "Martha, honey, I don't think Clark wants to go anywhere."

Sniffing slightly, Martha nodded. "Oh, Jonathan. You're right. I'm just being a worrywart," she said. Jonathan smiled. "Come on honey. We should relax. You go lay down on the couch and I'll make you some tea."


Emily and Clark were both up in the loft, attempting to think about their English. However, they were both too busy thinking about what had happened earlier that day.

I'm not the last…I'm not alone…Clark's thoughts were racing. He was ecstatic about the fact that he had someone who was just like him. It also helps that I like her…

Emily glanced up from her paper to see Clark staring at her. She smiled, which seemed to bring him out of his trance.

He smiled back. They both went back to their work.

I'm an alien…just like Clark. I have superpowers, and he was staring at me. He looked damned fine without that shirt on…

It was Emily's turn to realize that she was staring. "Oh…" she said.

"What?" Clark asked.

Emily raised an eyebrow as her mind gave her very naughty thoughts. "Uh, I was just thinking of this whole, 'I'm an alien' thing," she said.

What she wanted to say was: "Get over here and kiss me."

Clark smiled. "Yeah. When I first found out I couldn't believe it."

What he wanted to say: "Can I please kiss you until my lips fall off?"

"Yeah, you must have felt so alone," Emily said. "I mean, I have you, but you had no one…"

Clark felt his heart flutter at the way she had said, "I have you".

"Well, I had my parents, but…"

"But they weren't like you," Emily finished for him.

They smiled once again.

Emily started to work on her English again, then changed her mind. "Clark," she said suddenly. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

She put her hand over her mouth, appalled at what she had just asked him.

Clark looked shocked for a second, the slowly smiled. "No, I don't," he said.

"Clark, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that-"

He interrupted by leaning over the table and kissing her.

After a minute or so of kissing, Emily pulled back for air. "Wow…"

Clark grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I just-"

Emily smiled back, thinking it was so cute how nervous he was. In the middle of his sentence, Emily leaned forward and kissed him.

They suddenly found themselves on the couch, in full make-out mode.

Emily twined her hands in Clark's hair. Clark put one hand in her hair and the other on her lower back.

They had just started to adapt to breathing through their noses when they heard someone enter the barn.

They literally leapt apart from each other. Panting slightly, Clark leaned his head over the railing. When he saw that is was Lex, he was slightly surprised. "Hey, Lex," he said. Lex looked up. "Hey, Clark. It seems you've been busy," he said coolly.

Clark could feel his face redden. Emily walked up behind him.

"Clark, who's your friend?" Lex asked upon seeing her.

"This is Emily. She moved here from Oklahoma," Clark said. "Emily, this is Lex."

Lex smiled. "Nice to meet you," he said.

Emily returned the smile. "Likewise."

Lex came up the steps. "Well, now that we've met I must say you are far prettier up close."

It was Emily's turn to blush. "Thank you," she said.

Lex smiled. I like Clark's new friend. Maybe she'll do him some good.

"Clark, the reason I'm here is rather important."

Clark looked at Lex for a second, then glanced at Emily. Lex was silently asking him if it was okay for Emily to hear what he had to say.

Clark gave a little nod, telling Lex that it was okay to go on.

"On my way back to the mansion I came across someone in the road. He was going in the same direction as me, so I pulled up to see if he was okay. It turns out, he was you."

Clark and Emily glanced at each other. "Are you sure?" Clark asked.

"Clark, he looked exactly like you in every way." Lex answered.

"Well, what did you do?" Emily asked.

"My cell phone rang, so I turned around to answer it. When I turned back around he was gone." Lex said, cocking an eyebrow.

Clark shrugged. "Well, it wasn't me, Lex. I've been here all day."

Lex held up his hand. "That's not all. I went to one of the warehouses my dad left, and I found everyone unconscious."

Emily pretended to be interested in Clark's lamp to hide her blushing face.

"Well, that's unfortunate, but I don't see why you had to tell me," Clark said.

Lex shrugged. "We did decide to not keep any more secrets. Just trying to be a good friend," he said.

"Thanks, Lex," Clark answered.

After Lex had gone, Emily and Clark stared at each other. They were thinking of what had happened just before Lex had shown up. "So," Emily began.

Clark raised his eyebrows. "Yeah," he added.

Martha entered the barn and looked up at the two last Kryptonians.

"It's getting late, you two," she said.

Emily blushed. "Um, I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but I don't have anywhere to stay."

Martha and Clark stared at her. Blushing even more, Emily went on. "I ran away from my adopted parents."

Seeing the looks on their faces, she rushed in explaining her reason. "The friend I told you about, that had family here in Kansas? She moved to live with them. We were best friends, and I missed her so much, so I ran away to stay with her. I got lost, and ended up here in Smallville."

Martha glanced at Clark. "You can stay here," she said.

Emily absolutely beamed. "Thank you so much!" She rushed forward and hugged Martha.

"You can sleep here in the loft," she said. "The couch pulls out into a bed."

It was late in the night when Emily started to have the nightmare. In her dream, she was running from someone. No matter how fast she ran, the person always stayed a few steps behind her. Just ahead of her, Clark was running also. "Clark, wait!" she called out. "You're going too fast!"
He wouldn't slow down, no matter how fast she ran.

Behind her, the person was gaining. Emily spared a glance to look at her pursuer, and she tripped on a rock. At the speed she was going, she fell hard. The person who was chasing her skidded to a stop.

Emily gazed up into his face. It was Clark, and he had a gun pointed at her forehead. She could see through the metal and into the bullet, which had traces of green everywhere.

"It's Kryptonite," she said.

Suddenly lightening flashed in the sky and rain started to pour. At that moment, Emily realized that her pursuer wasn't Clark but Jor-El.

She heard the hammer click in the gun, and prepared herself. Emily closed her eyes. She heard it release, but never felt the bullet graze her flesh. She opened her eyes and saw that Clark had moved in front of her at the last second. He had taken the Kryptonite-laced bullet for her. Jor-El was nowhere in sight. Emily laid Clark gently on the ground.

His pretty blue-green eyes stared up at her. They were dimming.

"Emily, I…" he started to say.

Crying, Emily put her ear to his chest. She could hear his heartbeat slowing.

It stopped.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed. She was flailing in bed, and almost crashed through the floor.

Clark heard her scream and super-sped to the loft. He rushed to the bed and grabbed Emily by the shoulders. He began to shake her. "Emily, wake up!"

Her eyes snapped open, and she fell forward into his arms, sobbing. "Oh Clark!" she sobbed. "It…was…horrible!"

Gently stroking her hair, he began rocking her back and forth. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered softly. Clark picked her up and carried her to his room. She had obviously had a very bad nightmare, and he didn't want to leave her alone.

He set Emily gently on his bed. She was still sobbing hysterically, so he laid down next to her and began stroking her hair again. Emily opened her teary eyes, and when she saw him she cried even harder. Clark put his arms around her and held her close.

"It's okay, it's okay…"

They both drifted off to a peaceful sleep, each sleeping more soundly than ever before.


A/N: So, what do you think? Be brutal. Give feedback. I wrote most of this in three hours. I was inspired. I guess my muse was tired of being on vacation. Please tell me what you think! I continued this just for you!