Zatanna stood awkwardly outside Clark Kent's barn the next morning, her arms tightly wrapped around herself. She had never felt more uncomfortable before and was really very unsure about how to go about approaching the handsome young man about her predicament. There was also the issue of the aftermath of last night's incidents and both Clark and Zatanna's mutual discovery of each other's powers.

This was going to be one hell of a morning.

The young woman braced herself and stepped through the doorway and into the barn, her smoldering eyes gazing about her cautiously. She didn't want Clark to jump out of her nowhere and attack her. She knew he had super speed, and she also knew that Clark could shoot heat rays from his eyes. What other powers he had, Zatanna wasn't too sure of, and she wasn't certain that she wanted to find out about them either.

"Clark?" Zatanna asked cautiously. "Clark, are you here?"

"Upstairs!" Clark replied, his voice oddly tight. Zatanna said a quick protection spell and walked up the steps leading up to what Lana had once told her Clark called his Fortress of Solitude. Personally, Zatanna thought it was a hokey name, but hey, to each his own, right?

Zatanna soon found herself on the second floor of the barn, with Clark's back turned to her. He was looking out the window out into the sky, patiently waiting for her to meet him upstairs. "Hey…" Zatanna started uncomfortably.

"Hey. Maybe we should sit." Clark said, motioning to his couches. Zatanna lowered herself onto one of them while Clark sat down on the one opposite her.

"What's on your mind?" Zatanna asked. She kept her gaze averted, not daring to look into Clark's big blue eyes.

"A lot of things," he replied softly. "Yesterday. The whole Lana, Lois, and Chloe possession thing. Who you really are. Lana's death. A lot."

Zatanna slowly nodded, guilt slowly filling her up. She'd killed Lana Lang last night. She'd killed maybe the one person she could honestly have called her friend. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She needed to stay focused, strong. She needed to talk to Clark about what Xan had told her, or rather what she hadn't told her, yesterday. She needed to tell Clark about the trip they needed to take to Egypt to bring Lana back.

But first she needed Clark's trust back.

"Look, Clark, I get that you have a lot of questions, and maybe I should start 'fessing up. But I'm not the only here who had secrets. You have your share too, so if its share time for me, it is so show-and-tell for you as well."

"Fine," Clark agreed, giving a quick nod. "That works for me."

"Great. So…oh, hell, where do I start?"

"At the beginning, maybe?"

Zatanna sighed and nodded, licking her lips in the most unsexual way that she could. Judging by the spark in Clark's eye, it wasn't unsexual at all. She considered getting rid of the spell she'd cast on him when she'd first arrived in Smallville – the one that made men of inhuman power unquestionably attracted to her – but decided against it. The only thing that would achieve was further the animosity between them, a thing that Zatanna couldn't possibly deal with right now. Not with Lana's possible rebirth hanging in the balance. Maybe she could Renfield him, but what if that messed up his mind completely? No, better keep him the way he is now.

"Zatanna? You still here?"

Zatanna immediately snapped out of her musings. "Oh, yeah, hey. Sorry. Anyway, so at the beginning, right? Well…I'm a sorceress."

"A sorceress. As in witch."

"Sort of a different concept, but for the sake of explanation, sure, why not?"

"So it was you who was responsible for the possessions of Lana, Chloe, and Lois."

"Wait, what? No, no. I had nothing to do with that fiasco. I'm sure that the possessions would have happened in an alternate universe where I didn't even exist anyway. The possession thing, that's for Lana to tell you."

"But she can't."

"You know what: I'll get back to that in a moment. But, first, let me explain everything about me…" Zatanna then proceeded to fill Clark in about her discovery of her being Homo magi, what homo magi were, and from there onwards she explained her father's disappearance as well as her reasons for being in Smallville. She also delved into whatever went on between herself and Lana Lang, including all about the strange tattoo. Zatanna was a little uncertain about the tattoo part, but the reason they had to go to Egypt was to find a way to bring Lana back anyway, and the tattoo was the entire reason why she was skinless. So, Zatanna spilled all of her magic beans.

Clark listened quietly, attentively, showing no real sign of anything while Zatanna explained everything to him. The only time his expression shifted – and it was oh-so-slight that if Zatanna hadn't had her eyes on him the entire time she was talking she would have missed it – was when she explained to Clark how Lana had come about getting the tattoo. She drew the tattoo out for Clark, and Clark seemed a little surprised by it, but it wasn't a huge change in his expression at all.

Whatever secret it was that Clark was keeping, he had been keeping it a good long while. There was no other way he could have kept his face to expressionless and dry.

"So, this mystic friend of yours wants you to go to Egypt to find a way to bring Lana back."

Zatanna nodded. "Pretty much."

"And she wants you to bring me with you?"

"It seems as though I'm gonna need your help, Clark. Apparently magick-y goodness isn't enough to get what she needs. I need other powers, like super speed and whatever else it is you're hiding. Please tell me you can help me. There's no one else I can turn to."

Clark was silent for a moment, and then he nodded. "I'm all yours." After all, this was for Lana Lang. He'd do anything for her, that he'd known for a long while now.

Zatanna tilted her head to one side and smiled mischievously. "You know, super boy, under any other circumstance, that would have been a comment I would have been extremely giddy to hear. Not that I'm not happy right now, of course."

"Of course."

"So, what about you? What's your big bad secret?"

"I'll fill you in on the way, Zatanna. The question right now is, how do we get to Egypt? We're in Smallville, Kansas. Egypt's very not here."

"Well, I don't know how to do a teleportation spell or anything, but I was hoping that you could fly or something."

"You know…there are circumstances where I can, but this isn't one of them. I can't force myself to."

"Can you run on water?"

Clark shook his head. "I'm not fast enough." Clark was silent for moment, but then a brilliant idea flashed through his mind. He smiled and asked, "Zatanna, do you know how to locate someone?"

"I know some small spells, why?"

"I know just the person who can help us out here."