A/N: Hey! So, I haven't gotten ANY reviews for chapter 8. So, needless to say I am feeling very unloved. Therefore, this will be the last chapter. Yes, the very last of "Smallville Revisited". I've enjoyed writing this so much, and I love your input. Thanks for all the reviews I got at the beginning. If you bother to read this chapter, PLEASE review. I at least want to know that someone read it. Thanks!


Emily woke up in the barn. She had no memory of what had happened in the past few days, but she did know it had something to do with Jor-El. What did he do? she thought. Emily was trying to remember what had happened when Martha called her for breakfast. Emily quickly got dressed and headed for the kitchen. Clark was there too, and he looked as confused as she did.

"Good morning," Martha said pleasantly, as if nothing had happened. "What's going on?" Emily asked. Martha frowned. "What do you mean?" she replied.

It was Clark's turn to frown. "Mom, you don't remember Jor-El and all the stuff that happened?" When Martha just shook her head, Emily and Clark looked at each other worriedly. "Thanks for breakfast Mom," Clark said, heading for the door. When Emily just stared at the plate of waffles on the table he motioned for her to follow.

"What?" she asked once they were outside. "You've noticed that everyone's acting weird," Clark said. It wasn't really a question. Emily nodded. "I don't remember what Jor-El did…do you?"

Clark shook his head. "Just bits and pieces. I remember being at the caves, and then the wall opened."

Emily frowned. "I don't remember anything…You said we were at the caves?"

"Yeah. Wait! I think I'm remembering." Clark sat down on a bale of hay. "You were kidnapped at school and I went looking for you. I found you and Jor-El at the caves and he was going to…" Clark trailed off when he remembered what Jor-El was going to do to Emily. "Are you okay?"

Emily raised her eyebrows at Clark's weird behavior. "Yeah. At least I think so."

Clark frowned. "I must have stopped him. Well, I guess everything's back to normal."
Emily opened her mouth to reply when everything went black.

Clark sat up sharply and tried to determine where he was. He was still in the caves, and Jor-El was standing off to the side, laughing. "What-what did you do?" Clark panted.

Jor-El shrugged. "I did nothing. You were simply dreaming."

Clark was getting angry. He had no idea what Jor-El was doing. "Where's Emily?" he asked angrily.

Jor-El pointed to the opposite side of the cave. "She's right over there," he said, a sinister gleam in his eyes.

Clark staggered up and went to her as quickly as he could. Emily was on the ground, still unconscious. "Emily," Clark said, shaking her slightly. Emily's eyes fluttered slightly, but she didn't wake. Clark turned around to face Jor-El, but he was gone. Clark picked Emily up gently and super-sped back to the farm.

"Mom!" he yelled. "Dad!" Clark was in the living room within a few seconds. He placed Emily on the couch.

Martha and Jonathan came running when they heard their son yelling. "Clark, what is it?" Jonathan panted.

Clark was sitting on the couch next to Emily's unconscious form. "Jor-El did something to her," he said.

Martha felt the girl's forehead. "She doesn't have a fever," she said, looking worriedly at Jonathan. He smiled grimly at Martha and moved toward Clark. "I'm sure she's fine," he said, putting his hand on Clark's shoulder.

Clark stood up angrily. "She better be," he said darkly. "Or Jor-El will wish he never came here…"

Emily was in turmoil. She felt as if there was someone else in her mind, trying to take over. She wasn't sure who or what this other person was, but she somehow knew it wasn't good. Emily also got the impression that this person wanted to hurt Clark. And, God help her, she wouldn't let that happen. No matter what.

After a few hours of struggling with this intruder, Emily could tell that she was losing.

Clark was asleep on the other couch. He hadn't left Emily's side since they got back to the farm. Clark had tried to stay awake as long as possible, but he was just so tired.

He was dreaming about school.

Chloe was waving a copy of The Torch in his face and telling him that she needed better pictures of a pig, and that if he wasn't going to work up to par then she'd have to fire him. Clark nodded and left the room. As he was walking down the hall Lana came out of a classroom and told him that if he really cared, everything would be okay. Clark nodded once again and walked away.

Clark was jerked out of his bizarre dream by Martha, who was shaking him gently. "Clark," she said. "Wake up and have something to eat."

"Wha…" Clark said groggily. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I'll be there in a minute."

Martha nodded and went into the kitchen to join Jonathan for a cup of coffee.

Emily struggled against the intruder one last time, then let go of all consciousness.

Clark bent over Emily to see if there was any change. His face was mere inches from hers when her eyes snapped open. The next thing Clark knew, he was being thrown into the kitchen. He landed on the kitchen table, effectively smashing it to bits.

Jonathan and Martha were frozen in place, their hands held back as Clark came crashing in. Jonathan was the first to regain his voice. "Son, what happened?"

Clark struggled to get up. "I was seeing if Emily was awake, and she just threw me…"

After sharing a look, all three of the Kents rushed into the living room. Emily was standing up, staring at all of them. She tilted her head to the side. "You are the Kents," she said to Martha and Jonathan. Her sharp gaze turned to Clark. "And you, Kal-El. It is time for us to go."

Clark felt his heart drop into his stomach. So that's what Jor-El was doing…

Emily turned on her heel and left the house. Glancing at his parents, Clark followed. She was standing outside, staring at the sky. It was beginning to rain.

Clark knew deep down what she was about to do. "Emily," he pleaded.

She slowly turned her gaze on him. "We have a mission, Kal-El," she said, almost sadly.

Clark shook his head. "No, we don't have to-"

Suddenly Emily was in front of him. She put a finger to his lips. "Do not argue, Kal-El. We must do this. It is our destiny."

Clark could feel his heart breaking into tiny pieces. The Emily I know is gone, he thought suddenly. He was about to give up, when he remembered his dream. "If you really care, then everything will be okay," Lana had said.

An idea suddenly hit Clark.

Just as Emily was preparing to fly, Clark captured her lips in his own.

When Emily felt Clark kiss her, she knew that she could defeat this other presence. Closing her eyes, she used all the strength she had left and pushed the intruder out of her mind.

She opened her eyes. "Clark…" she said, falling into his arms.

Clark caught her effortlessly. He lifted Emily into his arms and turned to face his parents. The rain was coming down so hard that he could barely see them. Clark walked forward back into the house.

Martha and Jonathan gave each other knowing looks, then followed.

Five days later….

Clark and Emily were at the Talon, having coffee. To anyone it would have looked like two friends chatting, but if one looked closer they could see that the two were holding hands.


A/N: Okay, so there it is. It's over. And I apologize for all the wait- school is just so time-consuming. Sorry if it was a little sappy near the end; I did most of this while listening to Disney songs. Heh. Anyway, thank you all who have read this story! As always, I would appreciate it if you reviewed and tell me what you think!

Until I write again,

The Spooky Mulder