Chapter Two--Losing Faith

Tarra and Pete pulled Clark up and wrapped their arms around his shoulders and hobbled with him up the steps to the house. They laid him on the couch and then looked at each other, worry on their faces. "I'm going up to talk to Jonathan, see if he can give me anything I can work with." Tarra said, still eyeing Pete suspiciously.

Pete stared back at her as she made her way up the steps and down the hall to Jonathan's room where he was fast asleep. She hated to wake him but she knew Clark's life depended on the fact that she wake him. "Jonathan, wake up." She cried, gripping his shoulder and shaking him gently.

Jonathan groaned and rolled over, looking up at the dark- haired girl standing over him, fear in her eyes. "What is it?" He asked. "It's Clark, someone put a green meteor rock in his pocket and he's sick." She cried, her eyes wide. Jonathan stood up fast and followed Tarra down the steps, to the couch where Clark lay groaning in pain.

Jonathan looked up at Pete and Tarra. "You two go check the farm and fields, we need to know if there's anyone around here, but be careful." He said. Tarra and Pete nodded and headed outside. Jonathan listened to their retreating footsteps on the porch before turning back to Clark. "Come on son, you'll pulled through this before, I can't lose you now, not you too." He cried, tears filling his eyes.

Tarra made her way back to the house her wandering done and not having found anyone or anything. Suddenly a slight noise caught her attention and she stepped towards it and then felt herself go flying throught the air. She flew through the open door of the farm house and hit the far wall, sliding to the floor with a groan of pain.

Pete ran to her side and helped her to her feet as Jonathan ran and shut the door. Tarra looked over at Clark and noticed he was on his feet too. "What's going on?" He asked as he noticed that his dad, Tarra and Pete were all staring at him. "Someone or something just threw Tarra through the door and she don't have a mark on her." Pete announced.

Clark flushed and looked at Tarra. She stood next to his dad and though she looked like she'd been through some kind of war she didn't appear to have a scratch on her. "Where are you from, Tarra?" Clark asked her. Tarra sighed. "I'm from Roswell, New Mexico." She admitted. The others all stared at her. "You mean you're an alien from the crash of 1947 in Roswell, New Mexico?" Pete asked.

Tarra nodded and looked a little sheepish. "Yeah." She said. "So what powers do you have?" Clark asked. Tarra smiled. "I can heal, dreamwalk, I'm bulletproof, I have premonitions, and I can throw something about as far as you can Clark." She replied. "Any others like you?" Pete asked, a slight grin on his face.

Tarra nodded. "I ran from there because it was getting too dangerous for me." She said. "But can't they help protect you?"Clark asked. Tarra shook her head. "I need to be with someone I know loves me and wants to protect me." She said. Jonathan Kent found himself even more drawn to the young woman then he was when he first met her.

"We'll protect you." He said, without thinking. Clark stared at his dad and then quickly nodded his head. "Yeah, we'll do whatever we can to keep you safe." He said. Tarra smiled. "Thanks, but you already have enough trouble without adding me to it." She said. Jonathan smiled and took her hand. "Martha would want to help you if she were still alive." He said. Tarra's eyes saddened. "I'm so sorry that I never met her, I might have been able to save her." She said.

Jonathan shook his head and reached out taking her face in his hands. "Don't blame yourself, what's done is done." He said. Tarra shook her head and pulled away from him, walking across the room to the door. She turned back around to face them. "You know whoever's out there isn't going to stop until they get what they came after." She said. The others all nodded. "How do you suggest we get rid of them, considering we don't even know who them are?" Pete asked.

Tarra nodded at him. "Let Clark and I worry about that, but in the meantime I'm gonna call in reinforcements." She said, lightly and reached inot her pocket pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number. Jonathan moved across the room and took the phone out of her hand. "Who are you calling?" He asked. "My friends in Roswell, they can help us." She said, reaching to get the phone back. Jonathan slowly handed it to her and sat down on the couch as she made her call.

Max Evans had just walked into the Crashdown when his cell phone rang. He smiled at Liz and then stepped back outside to take the call. "Hello." He said into the receiver. "Max." He heard a female voice on the line and recognized it as that of Michael's sister, Tarra. "Tarra, where the hell are you?" He asked. He heard her release a long sigh over the phone. "Max I don't wanna get into it right now, I'm safe for the time being, but I need your help." She said.

Max sighed. "Where are you Tee?" He asked. "I'm in Smallville, Kansas at a place called Kent Farm." She said. Max sighed. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked. Tarra smiled. "I'm okay, Max, just hurry up and get here." She said and then disconnected the call, staring at the phone like he'd never seen it before. Tarra had powers like them but some of her powers were different and even scary at times. Tarra had left Roswell when she'd almost killed someone and this was the first time he'd heard from her since.

He walked into the Crashdown and sat down in the corner booth with Alex Whitman. "You look upset Max, what's up?" Alex asked, putting down the book he was reading. "Tarra just called, she's in Smallville, Kansas and I think she's in trouble." He said. "Did she say she was in trouble?" Alex asked. Max shook his head. "She said she's okay, but she said she needs our help, that's why it makes me wonder." He said. Alex looked thoughtful. "Hey I remember where I've heard of Smallville before." He said and rummaged through his bag pulling out a magazine, handing it to Max.

Max studied the cover. The picture was that of a three year old girl, her face full of grief. The caption read. "Meteor Crash kills two in Smallville, Kansas." He stared at the picture of the little girl. "Her name is Lana Lang, she's sixteen now." Alex said, and held out a newer photo of a pretty girl with long black hair and a pretty smile that reminded him a lot of Liz.

Tarra placed her phone back in her pocket and turned to look back at Clark and Jonathan. "They're gonna come." She said. "Why didn't you tell them exactly what was going on?" Pete asked. Tarra dropped her gaze and looked away.

TBC

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