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To Tom-Welling1390: Sorry if there were continuity errors. I try to keep the story constant with details and I try to follow the episodes of Smallville. I know I didn't give a specific reference point of where this starts but I did change a few things. If possible, could you tell me what the errors are? That way I can change them.  Oh, and thanks for the compliment about the story!

Chapter 13

In the Kent's living room, Lana looked at everyone oddly, especially Clark. Chloe had just recently awoken and was now holding an ice pack to her head, even though it the pain decided to stop moments ago.

Lana looked around. "Okay, first of all, how come your parents can do what you can, Clark?"

"It's because of the caves." Clark said. "But I'll tell you about that later. Now, I promised you I'd explain why I didn't tell you before, and I'm going to."

Lana took a deep breath and awaited Clark's explanation.

"Part of the reason was to keep you safe from the danger that surrounds me. I didn't want you to get hurt trying to protect my secret or protect me. I didn't want to give you that burden."

Lana acknowledged this. "But you didn't waste any time telling Chloe or Pete." She told Clark. "It obviously wasn't enough of a danger or too much of a burden to share with them."

Clark sighed. "Lana, there's another reason."

"Which is…?" Lana trailed off.

"Lana, not only am I from another planet, but I came with the meteor shower. The one that…"

"…killed my parents." Lana mouthed in shock. It all made sense now: Clark's birthday being on the anniversary of the meteor shower, Clark always looking so upset around the wall of weird, and Clark's weird sense of responsibility to stop the meteor freaks.

Lana took another deep breath and sat back, still trying to deal with Clark's new revelation. She tried to push it out of her mind by directing a question at Pete.

"Pete, you knew about Clark, didn't you?" Lana asked.

Pete looked at his feet.

"I'm sorry that it had to be this way, Lana." he consoled.

This time Lana lost it.

"Sorry for what? You shouldn't be sorry for anything Pete. It's Clark who should be sorry. He lied to me, about everything. Clark. Should I even call you Clark?" Lana said, but then shook her head. "That's beside the point. How could you keep this from me? Don't you think I had a right to know?"

Clark could no longer handle Lana's accusing eyes and her piercing statements.

"Was I justified if I knew you would react this way?" Clark shot.

"React what way, Clark? You're an alien! How am I supposed to react? What do you expect me to do: just continue living life and ignore the fact that you lied to me since you've known me?"

"Do you have to keep bringing that up?" Clark asked.

"Bringing what up? The fact that you're an alien, or the fact that you're a liar?" Lana said. "I can't believe I had a relationship with you!"

"Given your reaction, I don't think I'm sorry for not telling you." Clark said.

"Well, considering our friendship is on the line, I think you should be." Lana said, venom dripping from her words.

Clark wondered if this was the real Lana, the one he hadn't seen. Had his secret pushed her to the breaking point? Clark had never seen her as angry as this before. Sure, she had gotten miffed at him a few times, but never this bad.

However, Clark Kent wasn't as mild mannered as everyone thought when he was angry.

"What should I be sorry for Lana?" Clark asked sarcastically, "Existing? And if you can't understand why I didn't tell you before then maybe there's no point in us even having this discussion."

Chloe glared at Lana. "Just for the record, Lana, Clark did just explain himself to you, which is more than I would've done. He obviously cares enough about your friendship to work that hard for it. Do you realize how much your statements hurt him? But besides all that, for you to view him differently now just shows how shallow you really are."

Lana glared back. "From what I can remember, you weren't exactly the president of Clark's fan club, Chloe, until he told you his secret."

Pete looked nervously from Lana to Clark and Chloe. He didn't know whose side to take. After all, Lana was his girlfriend now.

"I think we all need to calm down and think this through." Pete said, choosing his words carefully.

"Why would I listen to you, Pete? You're just as bad. You lied to me too." Lana stated.

"Lana, I had to. It wasn't my own ass I was protecting, it was Clark's."

A thought managed to surface its way into Lana's head: a thought that maybe she was reacting this way because…because of Clark's connection to the one traumatic event her life revolved around. But that thought was quickly put out of her head.

"I…I have to go…think." Lana stuttered.

Clark glanced at her, the hurt evident in his eyes.

Lana looked up at him. Clark looked into those eyes he once loved, but now his heart had become null and cold in all matters of Lana.

"Well then go." Clark said quietly.

Martha and Jonathon came back in, with Gabe. They had been explaining everything to him when they heard the ruckus.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Martha asked, noticing the look on Clark's face.

"Nothing, mom. Lana was just leaving." Clark said.

Back in Lionel's Office.

Lionel was sitting at his desk, looking at Whitney. For the first time since becoming the way he was, Whitney was afraid.

"Mr. Fordman, I suspected that you would visit Miss Lang but what I didn't realize is that you would go as far as kidnapping. When I let you loose, it was to observe your physical health and mental stability. Now I can see that there will have to be more tests done to ensure your mental health. But I must admit that you are a most interesting specimen. I never thought that you would exhibit the same abilities as Clark, especially not to the extent where you had a weakness almost alike to his. I need to study you more." Lionel said.

"Why would you want to study me? You have powers of your own now." Whitney pointed out.

"You were the only specimen that was successful, and the serum is only temporary it seems," he said.

Whitney began desperately struggling with his hate for Clark and his only sense of his real self that he had left.

"I'll be damned if you're going to shove me in a lab again." Whitney spat, and the old Whitney began to surface.

Lionel took out the piece of red kryptonite. "I assume you've seen this before. It's red meteor rock."

Whitney began to wince. "Why the heck does that hurt me?"

"Clark Kent is weak to the green rock, and you to the red, a side effect from your treatment that I was initially unaware of." Lionel stated. "Mr. Fordman, you are my specimen to study now whether you like it or not, or else, this rock will kill you."

Whitney reluctantly gave in, but was determined that he would escape Lionel's grip somehow, even if he had to ask for Clark's help.