Prologue

The rumbling breeze refused to change. The rain had not ceased in days and the flood warnings echoed throughout their small town. Chloe and Lana gazed sadly out the living room window, annoyed of being trapped inside their home and almost wishing they could go back to school.

School had been cancelled for the last two days. Buses weren't operating properly and many teachers were having difficulties getting in and out of their homes, especially the one's who lived far away. Principle Reynolds lived on one of the numerous dirt roads and thought if he was having trouble, he could imagine other students and teachers were as well. Dirt roads were torture during rainstorms.

But as Chloe and Lana gazed out the window, they weren't thinking of this as an ordinary rainstorm. Thunder and lighting had persisted for the last twenty four hours, as if taunting the Smallville residents. The weather forecasters finally had to give up and say they honestly didn't know if the storm was going to come or not.

Behind them, the television blared with the most recent newscast. Parts of Smallville were receiving more than eight inches of rain already, and the news cameras showed houses that were flooding right out of the basement. Rescue crews had been assembled to get residents out of the homes that could, well, just not hold anymore water. Friends and family were being urged to take in the families that were being forced out of their home, motels were already packed.

“It's so ugly out there,” Chloe grumbled. “If I don't work on the paper soon, I'm going to go insane!”

Lana sighed and turned her body so she was facing the television again, “You have your laptop, isn't that enough?” She couldn't help but smirk at the statement. Chloe was just too funny when she got all deprived, that is, deprived of her natural habitat.

Chloe's eyes brightened, “Maybe I can go out and interview some families that are being forced out of their homes! I could have it ready by the time this stupid storm ends.”

She started to stand up when Lana grabbed her arm, “Yeah right Chloe. There's so much water everywhere that the sewers are flooding over. Just look at the streets! You could go for a boat ride in the middle of the road!”

Chloe rolled her eyes and sat back down, “We're in the middle of a thunderstorm, rain that we haven't had in weeks has decided to come down all at once. How did we get so lucky?”

Lana patted her arm, “Wouldn't you rather be at home than at school anyway?” Chloe rolled her eyes and stared at the television. Lana sighed, “I know how enthralling this is for you, but do you mind if I change it to something slightly more entertaining?”

“Be my guest,” Chloe grunted. “Do you want something to drink?”

Lana groaned, “Anything but water!”

Chloe nodded, “My sentiments exactly. My dad just picked up that orange juice you like, how about that?”

Lana smiled, “Sure that would be great.” Chloe disappeared into the kitchen and Lana began to flip through the channels. Anything that portrayed a clear picture did not interest her whatsoever. Why didn't they just get cable? The city should just give out cable for free for this week, or however long it was going to be until this blasted storm decided to end.

Finally deciding on a rerun of Friends, she pulled the blanket up around her tightly and sank deeper into the sofa. Chloe absolutely detested this storm, but Lana rather enjoyed it. It was calming and soothing, she found it easier to fall asleep at night and she seemed less stressful. Maybe it was just a carefree week, no homework and no worries (besides wondering if they were going to be able to stay in their house), but she certainly felt a new and comforting atmosphere during this rainstorm. It may simply be the fact that she loved thunderstorms.

Her mind drifted away from the Friends episode and trailed off onto other things. She hardly noticed that Chloe hadn't come back yet, and it didn't seem to bother her. But when the doorbell rang, she almost jumped out of her clothes. It rang again and she grumbled, reluctantly removing the warm blanket from her chilly body. Stumbling over the coffee table, she reached the door and opened it.

Kent Farm
“Dad!” Clark yelled. “We need the tarp from the back of the truck!” He saw his father nod at him, understanding. They were standing behind the house, trying desperately to yell over the pesky rain. They had reached the point where Clark could only tell Jonathan what was going on.

What was going on was flooding. The cellar was filling up with water faster than you could blink and they were running into a problem. What were they going to do with the ship? Clark knew it wasn't going to float, so it wasn't going to just go drifting down the road, but what would happen to it when it was completely submerged? They didn't want to take any chances. It had been raining for a week and a half, more heavily in the later days, and only recently had the cellar began to flood.

“ Clark !” Jonathan's voice drifted through the pounding rain until Clark heard just a wisp of it. He turned towards the sound of his dad's voice and saw that the truck had slid through the mud as Jonathan had tried to open the back end. Now the end of the truck was pushed up against the fence and had Jonathan trapped. “ Clark !” he yelled again.

Clark zipped over to his father and placed two firm hands on the side of the truck. He attempted to push and pull and squeegee it out of the soft mud, but his feet gave out and he tumbled into the icky slippery substance below him. He cried out in embarrassment and couldn't help but hear his father chuckle over the roaring winds. He picked himself up and faced his dad.

Jonathan lost it. Clark really looked like something that had just crawled out of Crater Lake and Jonathan had to keep himself from totally bursting out in laughter. Clark just rolled his eyes and carefully positioned himself under the truck. He lifted and shoved it through the mud, letting his father collapse to the ground. Jonathan picked himself up and put a hand on Clark 's shoulder, silently shaking his head, but a grin escaping through his lips.

Clark grabbed the tarp and together they went back to the cellar.