Sorry for the lateness those unfortunate soals reading my fic. I've uplaoded it ages ago but had trouble creating the line type thingie bobbins so I didn't bring it up till now.Thanks you Lili Luthor for being supportive and I will give you part 4 as soon as I can... In fact I think I'll upload two chapters this time just to hurry it up for you.

Chapter two: What's a boy to do?

"According to the legend, Naman came from the stars and fell in love with the mother of our people. Out of that affair, the Kawatche people were born," the old man said in a mystical voice used only when telling stories.

"Riight," Clark mumbled as he sipped his ice tea.

Kyla had dragged Clark out of the cave to meet her grandfather, Joseph Willowbrook, who had knowingly been waiting for her. The old man didn't seem surprised that his granddaughter disappeared into a cave and walked out with someone she claimed was her soul mate.

Clark went along with the whole Naman thing, not only because every time he tried to get away, the meteor rocks started shining and he started to get sick but also because he wanted to learn more about his own people. If the legend was true then there could be others like him. And if he had to risk being with Miss Psycho for a bit longer, it might be worth it.

Then Kyla rested her head on his shoulders.

'But then maybe not,' Clark thought, as he tried to get away again, but as he began to move away, the ring started to glow and Clark had to sit himself back down before the pain went away.

'Damn meteor rocks.'

"So, you are a Luthor," the old man stated and Clark tried not to shiver at his tone.

"Kent-Luthor," Clark replied, not looking at the man's face. His eyes were scary.

"Take me to see your father."

Clark swallowed. "Um...sure, but uh...you see tonight I'm staying over with my adoptive parents so maybe later?"

"Sure Clark, I'd love to meet your adoptive parents" Kyla said enthusiastically as she gave Clark a hug. If Clark wasn't an alien he was sure he would have suffocated by now.

Clark gritted his teeth.

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"So what happened to the star man?" Martha asked as she placed the pie onto the table and everyone dove in.

"He left one day, just flew back into the sky with a promise of sending another."

"Do you know which star he came from?" Clark asked.

"I do! I do!" Kyla replied, "I could show you!" she said as she tried to drag Clark from his seat.

"Um...maybe later," Clark shuddered at the idea of being alone with the girl...again.

"So, how long ago was all this?" Martha asked out of curiosity.

Jonathan had stayed surprisingly quite tonight, no platitudes, no Luthor cursing. Maybe she should take him to a doctor soon.

"The legend of Naman had been passed on for over a 1000 years."

"He's just a little late, that's all," Kyla said as she snuggled Clark.

Jonathan kept a cold hard stare on the girl, but said nothing.

"So, what about symbols on the walls. They look like alphabets, can you read them?" Clark asked. He was trying to get as much information out of the old man as possible.

"Our people don't have a written language. I've seen these symbols on artifacts but never in a pattern before."

"So you don't know what they mean" Clark said, a little disappointed.

"Oh don't worry Clark, my grandfather studied a lot of ancient languages. I'm sure he can decipher what they are." Kyla chimed in cheerfully. She reminded Clark of a puppy. A very scary, meteorite-controlling, Lara Croft wannabe, puppy.

"Assuming the Luthors don't destroy them first" Joseph said bitterly.

"Oh don't worry about that grandpa, Clark will talk to his father for us. Won't you Clark?" Kyla said as she kissed his cheek.

Clark resisted the urge to wipe it off. The girl had moved up so close to him that she was practically on his lap. "Um,sure I will" Clark said, 'but not for you' he added mentally.

"Um...mum, dad can I talk to you in private for just a bit" Clark said as he got out of the chair, hoping that the ring won't start glowing again. Luckily, it didn't.

He dragged both of his parents outside, and into the barn, then x-rayed to see if the Willowbrooks were following him. They weren't, surprisingly.

"Mum, Dad, you've got to help me get rid of her."

Martha pursed her lips. "Clark, honey if you don't like her then you shouldn't have led her on like that."

"I haven't led her on mum" he whined.

"I don't trust them. They know your secret." Jonathan spoke; it was the first sentence he said tonight.

Martha turned to her husband. There was definitely something different about him.

"Why don't you tell us what happened son?"

"Well, I was out investigating the construction site and, I don't know, I guess I fell asleep or something and when I woke up, I was in the cave and Kyla was there with me. Then she told me the legend, convinced herself that I was Naman and then said that we were soul mates."

Jonathan nodded, Martha looked worried.

"I also woke up with this ring on me. Kyla has the same one. I can't seem to take it off" Clark showed the ring to his parents. "It has meteor rocks embedded in it, but it only affects me every time I try to get away from Kyla."

"Have you tried breaking your fingers son?" Jonathan said calmly.

"Jonathan!" Martha hit him on the shoulders.

"Already did. It didn't work."

"So what are we going to do?" Martha asked.

"Have you tried getting the ring off Kyla's finger?"

"It didn't work. And every time I tried I get this painful headache."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Well I'm gonna go talk to Daddy-I mean Lionel, tomorrow and try to save the caves. I think there might be answers in there, when I was there I saw this octagon shape. It looked like a slot for the key to the ship."

"What are you going to do about Kyla?"

"I guess I'll have to stick with her until I figure out how to get rid of this thing" Clark gestured to the ring.

"Alright, well be careful honey, I don't want you to get hurt," Martha said as she gave Clark a kiss on the forehead.

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Next morning.

Clark groaned as he awakened from his deep slumber. His old bed wasn't as big and fluffy as the one in the mansion but it was still comfortable, though he felt that maybe he was getting just a little too big for it.

But he wasn't too big for it last week.

Clark stretched his muscles and looked around to find something lying next to him.

The 'something' was hairy and covered in mud. It looked like it might be human. Clark gave it a little poke.

The creature stirred.

Clark immediately jumped out of the bed as the mud covered person began to get up, leaving a huge stain on the sheets as it jumped of the bed and crawled towards him.

The creature was female, judging from the curves of her body. Her private parts were barely covered by the pieces of animal skin but that didn't matter since you can't really see pass the thick layer of dirt that covered her entire body. She made an animal like noise before she started speaking.

"Star man smell good" she said as he began sniffing his feet. Clark continued to look at her curiously, not quite knowing what to do. He was suddenly very glad that he wore his boxers to sleep instead of his usual birthday suit due to his fear of being watched by his stalker, though it seemed that he had worst problems. The cave woman ran her filthy hands up Clark's bare legs, yellow nails scraping them lightly.

Clark put held her wrist in place before it could go any further. Then as she moved her leg to trip him, he pulled her up from the floor, holding her up by the black mop on her head.

Then he felt pain shooting down from his fingers and spreading through his entire body. His head began pounding he fell to the floor, his veins becoming green as it ran through his body.

The cave woman roared loudly at Clark before throwing herself out of the window.

Clark's strength flooded back to him. He got up and peered through the broken window to find that the cave woman was gone.

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Clark sighed as the Luthor mansion came into view. It's been a while since he drove the truck since Lionel had insisted he stopped delivering the produce because it was un-Luthor, and being in the battered old thing again gave him a sense of comfort. Something he really needed right now due to the course of events that had happened.

Clark had already told his parents of his account with the cave woman. He didn't get to tell them about the seemingly meteor induced pain yet since the arrival of Joseph Willowbrook interrupted them. Luckily, he was not with Kyla and Clark kind of hoped never to see her again.

Joseph came wanting Clark to take him to see Lionel about the caves. Clark complied; he was going to go talk to him about it himself anyway. The cave seemed to hold the key to his past and he wasn't going to let that go.

His mother was there with Lionel when they entered the office at the mansion and Clark wondered whose side she will take.

After hours with absolutely no progress on his part. It was clear that his mother was on Lionel's side and that it would take a lot more than a single meeting to settle this.

Finally Joseph gave up with a promise to be back in a very Terminator style. As he left the room Lionel asked Clark if he could have a talk with him in private.

Lionel walked slowly to a wall as Clark followed him. Lionel had showed him the room of secrets a while back, it was a hidden room, completely sound proof and impenetrable to any device. No satellite signals can enter here and the walls were made of thick lead. Clark bent down to the panel on the floor as he pressed his code into it. Only the Luthors had access to this room and each one has their own code. Once the code is entered and the door is opened anyone can go in, a surveillance camera records the people who enter it as well as scan them for any bugs, but there is no recording once they're inside. Also, no one can enter if there's another group of people already present.

Clark led Lionel inside once the door was open. The room is average in size and is completely white except for the black carpet on the floor. There was nothing in it except for a desk and a few chairs. The room was made entirely for having secret conversations.

Or maybe doing secret things.

Lionel sat himself on the black leather chair behind the desk as Clark remained standing.

"So Clark, would you like to tell me why you're suddenly interested in these caves?"

It sounded more like a demand than a question and Clark tried not to stutter.

"Like I said, it's a part of history."

"And you think that's more important than creating jobs for hundreds of people in this town?"

"You could do that somewhere else."

Lionel gave him a smirk.

"Don't lie to me son. You haven't mastered that yet. I can see right through you. Now tell me the real reason for trying to save them."

Clark remained silent, his brain searching for an explanation but coming up with none. He couldn't exactly tell Lionel that it might held the secrets to his alien heritage.

"Martha told me that there was a girl involved."

'Oh no, now Lionel's going to think that I'm doing this for that psycho and not take me seriously.'

"There is a girl, but she's not why I'm doing this" Clark said honestly.

"Oh really," Lionel said as he put his hand on Clark's thigh and rubbed in slow circles. The boy moaned and spread his legs. Slowly Lionel got up and walked between Clark's denim clad legs. He ran his other hand over the boy's cheek.

"So you're not with this Kyla girl."

His "no" came out more like a moan.

Lionel smiled and he pressed his mouth to Clark's soft pink lips and devoured him with his tongue. The boy pressed his body wantonly against him as his hands went to Lionel's belt, trying not to break the steal buckle as Lionel's hand tangled in his hair.

Clark's lips were swollen red before Lionel moved onto the boy's neck and he moaned once again before finally pulling the belt out. He pressed his erection against the fabric of Lionel's slack when it happened again.

Pain, running through his body like an electric current as his pounded so hard he wished he could cut it off. Clark noticed that the ring was glowing again and with the last of his strength pushed Lionel away from him, causing the blind man to fall to the floor.

Then the pain stopped.

Clark's breathing returned to normal again as he went to help Lionel up from the floor.

"I'm sorry daddy," he said sadly, wishing he could just wring Kyla's neck. He gave the man a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room.

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Lionel would have been baffled by Clark's behavior, but he was a Luthor therefore nothing baffled him. He was, however, very disappointed. Clark was usually very accepting of his advances, he even begged for it at times. If this was about morality then Lionel suspected it would have happened sometime earlier. And it couldn't have been Jonathan's lecturing on the evilness of Luthors, after all, they did just get back together.

But Lionel was having trouble thinking clearly right now. His erection was still straining against his slacks.

He sighed frustratedly as he opened the door to Lex's study.

When he entered, he felt the presence of another person in the room.

"Hello Lionel," a husky female voice spoke.

"Martha," he said smoothly as he walked over to the desk where the red haired woman was. He placed his hand on the desk, only to find that it was Martha's leg.

He ran his hand up the smooth skin while the other found her hair as he brought her face down for a wet kiss

Lionel's hand snaked under her skirt as his tongue thrust into her mouth Then her lips moved on down to the man's neck, licking and nibbling a path down his skin as Lionel slipped his hand under her lacy underwear and pulled them down before throwing them aside.

He smirked as he felt the woman wrapped her legs around his wait and thrust herself against his erection. He growled as he bit into her neck before feeling her stiffened against him. He heard the sound of the door opening.

Then he felt something moving against his feet.

Lionel looked at Martha, silently asking her what she saw, but the woman just didn't know what to say.

"What is it Martha?" he said, sensing fear in her and wondering if he should turn around. It's not like he would see what it is anyway. But he heard them, feel them sliding against his expensive loafers. There must be thousands of them from the sound of it, and the creatures were small, not that small, maybe the size of a cat.

Slowly, Martha began to speak.

"White rabbits," she said in astonishment.

Then she screamed and fell off the desk.

Lionel groped for the phone on the wooden desk but it was covered with the fluffy animals and he cursed at them when he felt them bite into his ankles. They had surprisingly sharp teeth.

Finally he found it, but the phone lines had been chewed up by the demonic creatures and he grabbed one and threw them in rage against the stain glass window. Martha's scream was still ringing in his ears as he went to her, throwing or crushing every one of those creatures that got in the way before finally reaching her. He threw them off her two at a time. When he finally got Martha off the floor he grabbed the nearest object and threw it in the animals' general direction.

"Lionel, I think I broke my ankle" the woman said and Lionel cursed the inconvenience of his blindness.

"Martha, be my eyes for me. We need to get to a phone," he said as he lifted the woman up in his arms and started walking, trying to step on the little creatures a much as possible without tripping.

To say that it was a bad day would be the understatement of the century.

TBC