Lana felt really nervous as she was getting ready, she couldn't help but
feel way out of her league for this. She wasn't some billionaire's son,
like Clark. She regretting telling Clark she would go. She was so glad
she had at least a portion of her make-up in her purse, she wasn't
risking going back to the farm, not 'til tonight was over. She really
hoped it was worth her punishment. Her Dad would undoubtedly be furious.
She loved her dad so much, and they had a good relationship, but ever
since he met Clark at dinner, he was rude, mean, and completely non-
understanding. Lana put the last touches on her hair, and made her way
back out to Clark who was still sitting on the couch watching T.V.
"Clark! 15 minutes ago you said we had to leave in 20 minutes! I'm no
genius, but you have 5 minutes, and you haven't even moved!" Lana was
worried, she didn't want to be caught in a father and son fight,
especially not one of their fights.
"I've got plenty of time." Clark said turning around seeing her, "Wow."
Lana smiled at his expression and twirled around, "You like?"
"You look so beautiful. The shopping was so worth it to see you like
this." Clark smiled.
Lana felt herself blushing, if Clark thought she was beautiful, she would
fit in for tonight. He had undoubtedly seen hundreds of beautiful women.
"Clark, get ready!" Lana said trying to stop blushing.
"Lana, it'll take me like 15 seconds!" Clark stated the obvious.
"Clark!" Lana didn't want to take any chances.
"Fine! I'm going." He said as he reluctantly turned off the T.V. and
disappeared with a blur.
Lana let out an anxious sigh, and just as she sat down, Lex came into the
room. Lana didn't' know what to say and tensed up.
"Ah, so you're Clark's date tonight, Lana. I was wondering who he was
bringing." Lex said eyeing the room for Clark.
"Ya." Lana hoped Clark got here quick.
"Where is he?" Lex laughed, "Running late?
"No!" Clark said coming up behind Lex, "I'm ready! Told you, Lana."
"Okay, let's go." Lex said as they walked out to the limo and got in.
"Clark, this is Michele." Lex said introducing the tall, beautiful woman
already in the limo. Lana felt so small compared to her, but felt better
by the end of the ride over, seeing how shallow Michele was, clearly with
Lex for money.
"Clark, you didn't tell me there were going to be reporters here." Lana
was so nervous.
"Sorry, I just assumed... anyways they won't be inside." Clark said
carefree.
Lana didn't know how Clark dealt with the press all the time, she
couldn't handle it.
"I feel like we are on the red carpet or something." Lana confessed,
"It's kind of scary."
"Clark Luther, you've grown! Who is this pretty young thing with you?" A
man about 50 asked Clark. Clark looked back at him with recognition and
smiled,
"This is Lana Lang." He said putting his arm around her.
"Oh, I've never heard of her before." He said curious.
"Doesn't surprise me. Well, most people don't know who you are either."
Clark looked like he was trying not to laugh, as they walked away. Lex
came up behind them laughing, "Clark! That was great! You should have
seen the look on his face!"
Clark couldn't suppress his laughter anymore, "Well he just talks to me
to find out information about Dad."
Lana didn't really get it, but the brothers obviously shared a laugh due
to prior events.
"I have to say Clark, I'm surprised Dad didn't want us to all show up
together, you know the perfect family image." Lex said as the continued
there walk inside.
"He couldn't, he said he had to do something first, I forgot what it
was." Clark said. Once inside he turned his attention back to Lana, who
looked scared.
"We sit over there." Clark pointed to the front table.
"The very front." Lana almost whispered.
"Yep, don't worry." Clark said as they reached their table and sat down.
"Lana, relax. It's just another boring event. We eat, they thanks so and
so for their generous donations, and people talk for a while, basically
to see who is succeeding or who failed, who got married or has another
heir to their fortune. Then, if I'm lucky you'll dance with me."
Lana once again found herself blushing at Clark's compliment, Clark
always had a certain charm to him, but tonight he was extra charming,
maybe it was the tux. Lana couldn't help but notice how many beautiful
women where at this event, and relieved to see her dress matched their
class, Clark had brought her to the right stores.
"Clark, stop! If you make me laugh any harder, I'm going to choke!" Lana
said finishing her dinner.
"The perfect murder." Clark joked.
Lana pretended to be hurt and slapped his arm playfully and the started
laughing again. "Clark, have you noticed that all night people have been
starring at us."
"Well, there are multiple reasons for that. A, we are the loudest people
here. B, We are the best looking couple here. And C, they want to get a
good look at Lionel Luther's son." Clark joked, but he really did think
Lana was the prettiest girl here, because she wasn't fake the rest of
them. "This isn't so bad Clark! It's fun! You made it sound like hell!" Lana laughed.
"I gotta admit, this year wasn't half bad. Thanks, Lana." Clark said and before Lana could say anything back, music started up, "Would you like to dance?" Clark said already standing and taking her hand, leading her to the dance floor.
Clark took Lana's hand in his, and placed the other at her hip, at they danced to the music.
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
"Clark, this is so fun. I really needed this." Lana rested her head against Clark's chest, wrapped in Clark's arms.
being weak, when I am strong
being seen, for who you are
being sad and lost but not alone
but listen and think when I say,
oh but listen and think when I say
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Clark just kissed Lana on the forehead and enjoyed the moment.
"I'll go with you, seeing as you were doing me the favor by coming tonight." Clark insisted.
"No, Clark. The whole problem was because I was out with YOU." Lana laughed, "I'll be fine, I'm sure my dad won't be too mad." Lana hoped, kidding herself.
"No, I wouldn't feel right. I'll come in, I'm not scared of your dad." Clark said.
"I know you're not. But you two are just going to fight and make things worse. If it's okay with you, I'd like to be able to see my next birthday." Lana laughed.
"You're sure?" Clark asked as Jonathan came out and saw them in the driveway.
"No...Clark, you should go." Lana said squeezing his arm in a goodbye.
"Bye." Clark said keeping his eye on the approaching Jonathan.
"Lana, get inside." Jonathan said coldly and then to Clark, "And you, get the hell off my property."
Clark just rolled his eyes and left, resisting the urge to fight with him.
Once inside the house, Jonathan went in on Lana, "What were you doing with him? Lana, I told you, you couldn't go with him! And you still just go off with him!" Jonathan yelled, noticing her fancy dress.
"I asked mom, and she said it was okay...we were at a charity event." Lana hoped to make things better.
"Don't even try and use that excuse! I told you no! This is exactly what I'm talking about! That Luther is getting you into all kinds of trouble!" Jonathan shouted.
"I didn't get into any trouble, and there wasn't any real reason why I couldn't go! Except that you hate my best friend." Lana felt a hot tear roll down her cheek.
"Luthers don't' have friends! They use people, Lana! Then they get rid of them! You're grounded until further notice! I don't want you around Clark!" Jonathan shouted so loud, Lana couldn't help but burst into tears. She ran up to her room and locked the door.
Clark had only been back 30 minutes and had fallen asleep watching T.V. when he was awoken by shouting, and super speeded to the room it came from. He recognized his father's voice, and when he opened the door he saw Jonathan Kent.
"You keep your son away form my daughter! I swear to god, Lionel, I'll tell him!" Jonathan yelled at Lionel.
Lionel's eyes froze as they saw Clark.
"Tell me what!" Clark knew Jonathan was referring to him.
"Tell him Lionel! Tell him so he can see the sick twisted son of a bitch you really are!" Jonathan dared.
"Tell me." Clark demanded.
"There is nothing to tell, Clark. He is unstable Clark, don't listen to him." Lionel said believably.
"I'm not crazy!" Jonathan said leaving, "Stay away from my daughter! Clark, ask your dad about your adoption!" Jonathan said just before he left.
"Dad?" Clark was confused.
TBC...
Thanks for all the feedback, please continue to R & R! Oh, and the song lyrics were by Dido okay, I'll update again tomrrow too, lol, i had an urge to write tonight, lol.
"Dad?" Clark repeated himself.
"Clark, he is just trying to hurt you... Clark? Are you okay?" Lionel asked worriedly as Clark grabbed his temples.
"What the..." Clark freaked out. He couldn't see his father's skin, all he could see was his muscles, it looked like something from a bad sci-fi movie. Clark was even more disturbed when he found he could only see Lionel's skeleton. Clark turned away from Lionel and rubbed his eyes, facing the wall.
"Ah, what the fk is happening to me?" Clark shouted as he found he could suddenly see threw the wall. It was like invisible acid wearing down the wall, and he could see past it to the hallway. He touched his hand to the massive 'hole' in the wall, and found it was solid, like looking threw glass, and he punched it. When he looked back, there was only a whole the size of a fist, where Clark had hit the wall.
"Clark, what are you doing?" Lionel asked stepping close to his son.
"Dad, you're... normal. I..." Clark looked back at the wall and at his father, and everything was normal again, "I... it was... you were...I could see threw the wall, and your skin and then your muscles... I ..." Clark was breathing fast.
"Clark, calm down." Lionel was even more confused to find out Clark's episode had nothing to do with Jonathan's words.
"Dad, there is something wrong with me!" Clark said as he began to see his father's skeleton, then his vision flickered back to normal as she squeezed his eyes shut. His head throbbed like he had never felt before; he applied pressure to his temples, as if that would take away from the pressure he felt in his head, "Ah...Dad..."
"Don't worry, Clark, I'll get someone here quick." Lionel dialed a number and as he heard the rings, continued to speak to Clark, "Clark, what's wrong?"
"My head hurts...ah..." the pain stopped and his vision returned to normal, as Clark let out a long sigh, "I'm okay, now..."
"Yes, right now. He has vision problems and a head ache." Lionel said into the phone, and then to Clark, "Clark, we'll run the tests and figure out what that was."
"Okay..." Clark said thankfully, he didn't know if it would happen again, or when.
"So you don't know?" Lionel said frustrated.
"There isn't any exact reason for his headache or vision problem. The tests just show that there are some unusual muscles rapidly developing, which COULD cause the pain, almost like when you get a cramp. I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything precise, but the muscles behind the eyes should reach their maximum strength and the pain should go away, but... it's hard to say, I've never seen anything like this, so I don't know what to base it on, then again Clark is completely different, so..." Dr. Phillips explained to Lionel.
"Is this going to happen again?" Lionel asked.
"Possibly, but at the rate the muscles are strengthening, these...spasms should stop within a few weeks, if not sooner." Dr. Phillips calculated.
3 days later
"Ah..." Clark groaned as his vision flipped back to seeing threw things again, as it had so often the past few days.
"Is it happening again?" Lex asked.
"Ya, but it doesn't hurt very much, it's getting easier. I think it was because I was starring at the T.V. too hard." Clark said opening his eyes in normal vision. "It stopped."
"So it just comes at random?" Lex asked.
"Ya! Once it happens, sometimes I can stop it. Dad says I can control it; I just have to figure out how. But I can't!" Clark said annoyed and frustrated, "He says I'm just giving in to being weak, it's just part of my development."
"As much as I hate to agree with him, I think maybe you can find the on off switch." Lex said.
"I just want it to stop! No more seeing threw walls, or seeing your insides!" Clark huffed.
"Well, when I've been around, when this happens, your always starring at something really hard." Lex observed, "Maybe if you focus really hard on something, you could trigger it."
"No, I don't want it to happen again." Clark said pissed off, but not at Lex.
"Well if you want it to stop, you have to figure out how to control it, and to control it you have to know what sets it off AND ON." Lex said, mirroring Clark's frustration.
"Fine." Clark wanted to stop this.
"Okay, focus really hard on that chest, the one in the corner, and see if you can see what's inside." Lex directed.
"Nothing. I can't see into it." Clark flung himself back against the couch in defeat.
"No, Clark really try." Lex said annoyed with Clark's lack of cooperation.
"I did! Fine, I'll try one more time!" Clark stared his hardest at the chest, and thought of looking past the wood, into the box, and focused again. "Lex! I see past the whole chest, and the wall! I did it." Clark was hopeful.
"Try and see INSIDE the chest." Lex ordered.
"Um...I'm trying... okay... uh... I can see... books." Clark smiled.
"So you can do it!" Lex slapped Clark on the back.
After much practice, Clark got control of what Lex now referred to as his 'X-ray vision'. Lionel stayed away from the mansion until Clark called him and told him how he managed to control his abilities. Lionel didn't want to deal with the irritable Clark, but more so he didn't want Clark bringing up any questions about his adoption, as Jonathan suggested. He knew it was awful, but he was glad for Clark's problem, it provided as a great distraction. But Clark would think to ask soon, and Lionel was ready for him. Clark was smart, but he trusted Lionel, and he was going to use that to his advantage.
Clark walked into the torch before school on Thursday, finding Chloe rapidly typing at her computer, "Clark!" She looked up, "So you're back! Where have you been all week? Let me guess, you were sick, right?" Chloe said sarcastically as she raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, I was... kind of." Clark said with satisfaction.
"Really?" Chloe looked more sympathetic. "What was wrong with you?"
"Ah, it's a long story. But basically I cleared a whole square foot on the wall of weird." Clark laughed, even though he didn't find it funny.
"What?" Chloe was confused.
"Apparently as weird as I am, it gets worse." Clark said in a depressing tone, and went on to tell Chloe all about his X-ray vision. "So you can actually see THREW things? That is so..." Chloe was going to say cool, but then it hit her as very freaky.
"Ya, I know. Any ways, where is Lana? I want to see how much trouble I got her in." Clark explained.
"Ah, yes, Lana told me all about it. She said her dad grounded her until further notice, and grounded her from you forever." Chloe joked. "But seriously, she said she had never seen him so mad."
"Ya, after I left, he came back to the mansion and was screaming at my dad, threatening to 'tell me' if I didn't stay away from Lana, whatever that means." Clark was just remembering. "He insinuated that my dad did something... something to do with my adoption."
"No offense, Clark, but ever since you told me you weren't meteor infected, I wondered about your adoption... like who were your real parents, but I didn't want to say anything... I mean... you're so... you can do so many things." Chloe really had her doubts about his adoption, but was afraid to offend Clark, but since he mentioned it.
"I was in Metropolis charity adoption agency, I was one of two kids. It's real, just small, Chloe." Clark found himself defensive.
"Um..." Chloe wasn't sure how to word this without totally offending Clark, but she figured there was no way to avoid it, "Why you? I mean, your dad is Lionel Luther! He could adopt anyone! Why would he go to such a small adoption agency? Clark, it's suspicious." Chloe said cocking an eyebrow.
"Because he owned it! God, Chloe, what do you think he did?" Clark really wanted to know, because as much as he hated what she was saying, it made sense.
"I don't know! Clark, don't go all psycho on me! I didn't mean to-" Chloe said backing down
"Whatever! I don't care." Clark lied, finding himself in a very bad mood as Lana walked in.
"Clark! Oh, I thought you had transferred school or something... well not really, but after how pissed my dad was, and I think he went to the mansion, and then you didn't come to school all week!" Lana said it all in one breath.
"Ya, he came over." Clark's voice had an edge of anger to it.
Lana just looked at him with a mixture of shock and defensive anger, "What's with you?"
"He is just in a bad mood! You don't have to get all pissy at Lana too, Clark." Chloe said.
Clark let out a sigh, "Ya, I'm sorry, Lana."
Clark caught Lana up on his new ability and after Clark left, Chloe updated her on the fight between Jonathan and Lionel, which Clark walked into, and her theory, "... so obliviously there is a connection between your dads and Clark's adoption. Clark got really defensive when I brought it up; so we can't push him into getting information, because he doesn't really want to know, he likes living in denial." Chloe said rolling her eyes, "So... there is one more way."
"How?" Lana asked.
"You can find out." Chloe smiled.
"What! No way, you want ME to ask Lionel Luther?" Lana couldn't believe Chloe thought she would, or that it would work.
"No! Of course not! But you dad obviously knows some if not all of what really happened. Get him to tell you!" Chloe explained.
"He won't, Chloe. Trust me, he won't just tell me if I ask. He'll deny it." Lana said discouraged.
"Well then, pretend that you already know! Pretend your mad and storm in the room and be like, 'I can't believe you didn't tell me! You knew about Clark all along! I had a right to know about the adoption!' and he is bound to admit to knowing something, or even better to slip up information." Chloe smirked.
"But what if he really doesn't know?" Lana had second thoughts.
"Come on, Lana. He knows, we both know he doesn't hate someone that much without a reason. Besides, what the worst that could happen? You are already grounded!" Chloe pointed out.
"Okay, I'll try. But..." Lana bit her lip.
"But what?" Chloe asked.
"How do you think Clark will react? Us going behind his back, getting information about his past?" Lana ask warily.
"Listen, this involves you! It's your business, you have the right to know the truth." Chloe gave Lana confidence.
feel way out of her league for this. She wasn't some billionaire's son,
like Clark. She regretting telling Clark she would go. She was so glad
she had at least a portion of her make-up in her purse, she wasn't
risking going back to the farm, not 'til tonight was over. She really
hoped it was worth her punishment. Her Dad would undoubtedly be furious.
She loved her dad so much, and they had a good relationship, but ever
since he met Clark at dinner, he was rude, mean, and completely non-
understanding. Lana put the last touches on her hair, and made her way
back out to Clark who was still sitting on the couch watching T.V.
"Clark! 15 minutes ago you said we had to leave in 20 minutes! I'm no
genius, but you have 5 minutes, and you haven't even moved!" Lana was
worried, she didn't want to be caught in a father and son fight,
especially not one of their fights.
"I've got plenty of time." Clark said turning around seeing her, "Wow."
Lana smiled at his expression and twirled around, "You like?"
"You look so beautiful. The shopping was so worth it to see you like
this." Clark smiled.
Lana felt herself blushing, if Clark thought she was beautiful, she would
fit in for tonight. He had undoubtedly seen hundreds of beautiful women.
"Clark, get ready!" Lana said trying to stop blushing.
"Lana, it'll take me like 15 seconds!" Clark stated the obvious.
"Clark!" Lana didn't want to take any chances.
"Fine! I'm going." He said as he reluctantly turned off the T.V. and
disappeared with a blur.
Lana let out an anxious sigh, and just as she sat down, Lex came into the
room. Lana didn't' know what to say and tensed up.
"Ah, so you're Clark's date tonight, Lana. I was wondering who he was
bringing." Lex said eyeing the room for Clark.
"Ya." Lana hoped Clark got here quick.
"Where is he?" Lex laughed, "Running late?
"No!" Clark said coming up behind Lex, "I'm ready! Told you, Lana."
"Okay, let's go." Lex said as they walked out to the limo and got in.
"Clark, this is Michele." Lex said introducing the tall, beautiful woman
already in the limo. Lana felt so small compared to her, but felt better
by the end of the ride over, seeing how shallow Michele was, clearly with
Lex for money.
"Clark, you didn't tell me there were going to be reporters here." Lana
was so nervous.
"Sorry, I just assumed... anyways they won't be inside." Clark said
carefree.
Lana didn't know how Clark dealt with the press all the time, she
couldn't handle it.
"I feel like we are on the red carpet or something." Lana confessed,
"It's kind of scary."
"Clark Luther, you've grown! Who is this pretty young thing with you?" A
man about 50 asked Clark. Clark looked back at him with recognition and
smiled,
"This is Lana Lang." He said putting his arm around her.
"Oh, I've never heard of her before." He said curious.
"Doesn't surprise me. Well, most people don't know who you are either."
Clark looked like he was trying not to laugh, as they walked away. Lex
came up behind them laughing, "Clark! That was great! You should have
seen the look on his face!"
Clark couldn't suppress his laughter anymore, "Well he just talks to me
to find out information about Dad."
Lana didn't really get it, but the brothers obviously shared a laugh due
to prior events.
"I have to say Clark, I'm surprised Dad didn't want us to all show up
together, you know the perfect family image." Lex said as the continued
there walk inside.
"He couldn't, he said he had to do something first, I forgot what it
was." Clark said. Once inside he turned his attention back to Lana, who
looked scared.
"We sit over there." Clark pointed to the front table.
"The very front." Lana almost whispered.
"Yep, don't worry." Clark said as they reached their table and sat down.
"Lana, relax. It's just another boring event. We eat, they thanks so and
so for their generous donations, and people talk for a while, basically
to see who is succeeding or who failed, who got married or has another
heir to their fortune. Then, if I'm lucky you'll dance with me."
Lana once again found herself blushing at Clark's compliment, Clark
always had a certain charm to him, but tonight he was extra charming,
maybe it was the tux. Lana couldn't help but notice how many beautiful
women where at this event, and relieved to see her dress matched their
class, Clark had brought her to the right stores.
"Clark, stop! If you make me laugh any harder, I'm going to choke!" Lana
said finishing her dinner.
"The perfect murder." Clark joked.
Lana pretended to be hurt and slapped his arm playfully and the started
laughing again. "Clark, have you noticed that all night people have been
starring at us."
"Well, there are multiple reasons for that. A, we are the loudest people
here. B, We are the best looking couple here. And C, they want to get a
good look at Lionel Luther's son." Clark joked, but he really did think
Lana was the prettiest girl here, because she wasn't fake the rest of
them. "This isn't so bad Clark! It's fun! You made it sound like hell!" Lana laughed.
"I gotta admit, this year wasn't half bad. Thanks, Lana." Clark said and before Lana could say anything back, music started up, "Would you like to dance?" Clark said already standing and taking her hand, leading her to the dance floor.
Clark took Lana's hand in his, and placed the other at her hip, at they danced to the music.
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
"Clark, this is so fun. I really needed this." Lana rested her head against Clark's chest, wrapped in Clark's arms.
being weak, when I am strong
being seen, for who you are
being sad and lost but not alone
but listen and think when I say,
oh but listen and think when I say
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Clark just kissed Lana on the forehead and enjoyed the moment.
"I'll go with you, seeing as you were doing me the favor by coming tonight." Clark insisted.
"No, Clark. The whole problem was because I was out with YOU." Lana laughed, "I'll be fine, I'm sure my dad won't be too mad." Lana hoped, kidding herself.
"No, I wouldn't feel right. I'll come in, I'm not scared of your dad." Clark said.
"I know you're not. But you two are just going to fight and make things worse. If it's okay with you, I'd like to be able to see my next birthday." Lana laughed.
"You're sure?" Clark asked as Jonathan came out and saw them in the driveway.
"No...Clark, you should go." Lana said squeezing his arm in a goodbye.
"Bye." Clark said keeping his eye on the approaching Jonathan.
"Lana, get inside." Jonathan said coldly and then to Clark, "And you, get the hell off my property."
Clark just rolled his eyes and left, resisting the urge to fight with him.
Once inside the house, Jonathan went in on Lana, "What were you doing with him? Lana, I told you, you couldn't go with him! And you still just go off with him!" Jonathan yelled, noticing her fancy dress.
"I asked mom, and she said it was okay...we were at a charity event." Lana hoped to make things better.
"Don't even try and use that excuse! I told you no! This is exactly what I'm talking about! That Luther is getting you into all kinds of trouble!" Jonathan shouted.
"I didn't get into any trouble, and there wasn't any real reason why I couldn't go! Except that you hate my best friend." Lana felt a hot tear roll down her cheek.
"Luthers don't' have friends! They use people, Lana! Then they get rid of them! You're grounded until further notice! I don't want you around Clark!" Jonathan shouted so loud, Lana couldn't help but burst into tears. She ran up to her room and locked the door.
Clark had only been back 30 minutes and had fallen asleep watching T.V. when he was awoken by shouting, and super speeded to the room it came from. He recognized his father's voice, and when he opened the door he saw Jonathan Kent.
"You keep your son away form my daughter! I swear to god, Lionel, I'll tell him!" Jonathan yelled at Lionel.
Lionel's eyes froze as they saw Clark.
"Tell me what!" Clark knew Jonathan was referring to him.
"Tell him Lionel! Tell him so he can see the sick twisted son of a bitch you really are!" Jonathan dared.
"Tell me." Clark demanded.
"There is nothing to tell, Clark. He is unstable Clark, don't listen to him." Lionel said believably.
"I'm not crazy!" Jonathan said leaving, "Stay away from my daughter! Clark, ask your dad about your adoption!" Jonathan said just before he left.
"Dad?" Clark was confused.
TBC...
Thanks for all the feedback, please continue to R & R! Oh, and the song lyrics were by Dido okay, I'll update again tomrrow too, lol, i had an urge to write tonight, lol.
"Dad?" Clark repeated himself.
"Clark, he is just trying to hurt you... Clark? Are you okay?" Lionel asked worriedly as Clark grabbed his temples.
"What the..." Clark freaked out. He couldn't see his father's skin, all he could see was his muscles, it looked like something from a bad sci-fi movie. Clark was even more disturbed when he found he could only see Lionel's skeleton. Clark turned away from Lionel and rubbed his eyes, facing the wall.
"Ah, what the fk is happening to me?" Clark shouted as he found he could suddenly see threw the wall. It was like invisible acid wearing down the wall, and he could see past it to the hallway. He touched his hand to the massive 'hole' in the wall, and found it was solid, like looking threw glass, and he punched it. When he looked back, there was only a whole the size of a fist, where Clark had hit the wall.
"Clark, what are you doing?" Lionel asked stepping close to his son.
"Dad, you're... normal. I..." Clark looked back at the wall and at his father, and everything was normal again, "I... it was... you were...I could see threw the wall, and your skin and then your muscles... I ..." Clark was breathing fast.
"Clark, calm down." Lionel was even more confused to find out Clark's episode had nothing to do with Jonathan's words.
"Dad, there is something wrong with me!" Clark said as he began to see his father's skeleton, then his vision flickered back to normal as she squeezed his eyes shut. His head throbbed like he had never felt before; he applied pressure to his temples, as if that would take away from the pressure he felt in his head, "Ah...Dad..."
"Don't worry, Clark, I'll get someone here quick." Lionel dialed a number and as he heard the rings, continued to speak to Clark, "Clark, what's wrong?"
"My head hurts...ah..." the pain stopped and his vision returned to normal, as Clark let out a long sigh, "I'm okay, now..."
"Yes, right now. He has vision problems and a head ache." Lionel said into the phone, and then to Clark, "Clark, we'll run the tests and figure out what that was."
"Okay..." Clark said thankfully, he didn't know if it would happen again, or when.
"So you don't know?" Lionel said frustrated.
"There isn't any exact reason for his headache or vision problem. The tests just show that there are some unusual muscles rapidly developing, which COULD cause the pain, almost like when you get a cramp. I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything precise, but the muscles behind the eyes should reach their maximum strength and the pain should go away, but... it's hard to say, I've never seen anything like this, so I don't know what to base it on, then again Clark is completely different, so..." Dr. Phillips explained to Lionel.
"Is this going to happen again?" Lionel asked.
"Possibly, but at the rate the muscles are strengthening, these...spasms should stop within a few weeks, if not sooner." Dr. Phillips calculated.
3 days later
"Ah..." Clark groaned as his vision flipped back to seeing threw things again, as it had so often the past few days.
"Is it happening again?" Lex asked.
"Ya, but it doesn't hurt very much, it's getting easier. I think it was because I was starring at the T.V. too hard." Clark said opening his eyes in normal vision. "It stopped."
"So it just comes at random?" Lex asked.
"Ya! Once it happens, sometimes I can stop it. Dad says I can control it; I just have to figure out how. But I can't!" Clark said annoyed and frustrated, "He says I'm just giving in to being weak, it's just part of my development."
"As much as I hate to agree with him, I think maybe you can find the on off switch." Lex said.
"I just want it to stop! No more seeing threw walls, or seeing your insides!" Clark huffed.
"Well, when I've been around, when this happens, your always starring at something really hard." Lex observed, "Maybe if you focus really hard on something, you could trigger it."
"No, I don't want it to happen again." Clark said pissed off, but not at Lex.
"Well if you want it to stop, you have to figure out how to control it, and to control it you have to know what sets it off AND ON." Lex said, mirroring Clark's frustration.
"Fine." Clark wanted to stop this.
"Okay, focus really hard on that chest, the one in the corner, and see if you can see what's inside." Lex directed.
"Nothing. I can't see into it." Clark flung himself back against the couch in defeat.
"No, Clark really try." Lex said annoyed with Clark's lack of cooperation.
"I did! Fine, I'll try one more time!" Clark stared his hardest at the chest, and thought of looking past the wood, into the box, and focused again. "Lex! I see past the whole chest, and the wall! I did it." Clark was hopeful.
"Try and see INSIDE the chest." Lex ordered.
"Um...I'm trying... okay... uh... I can see... books." Clark smiled.
"So you can do it!" Lex slapped Clark on the back.
After much practice, Clark got control of what Lex now referred to as his 'X-ray vision'. Lionel stayed away from the mansion until Clark called him and told him how he managed to control his abilities. Lionel didn't want to deal with the irritable Clark, but more so he didn't want Clark bringing up any questions about his adoption, as Jonathan suggested. He knew it was awful, but he was glad for Clark's problem, it provided as a great distraction. But Clark would think to ask soon, and Lionel was ready for him. Clark was smart, but he trusted Lionel, and he was going to use that to his advantage.
Clark walked into the torch before school on Thursday, finding Chloe rapidly typing at her computer, "Clark!" She looked up, "So you're back! Where have you been all week? Let me guess, you were sick, right?" Chloe said sarcastically as she raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, I was... kind of." Clark said with satisfaction.
"Really?" Chloe looked more sympathetic. "What was wrong with you?"
"Ah, it's a long story. But basically I cleared a whole square foot on the wall of weird." Clark laughed, even though he didn't find it funny.
"What?" Chloe was confused.
"Apparently as weird as I am, it gets worse." Clark said in a depressing tone, and went on to tell Chloe all about his X-ray vision. "So you can actually see THREW things? That is so..." Chloe was going to say cool, but then it hit her as very freaky.
"Ya, I know. Any ways, where is Lana? I want to see how much trouble I got her in." Clark explained.
"Ah, yes, Lana told me all about it. She said her dad grounded her until further notice, and grounded her from you forever." Chloe joked. "But seriously, she said she had never seen him so mad."
"Ya, after I left, he came back to the mansion and was screaming at my dad, threatening to 'tell me' if I didn't stay away from Lana, whatever that means." Clark was just remembering. "He insinuated that my dad did something... something to do with my adoption."
"No offense, Clark, but ever since you told me you weren't meteor infected, I wondered about your adoption... like who were your real parents, but I didn't want to say anything... I mean... you're so... you can do so many things." Chloe really had her doubts about his adoption, but was afraid to offend Clark, but since he mentioned it.
"I was in Metropolis charity adoption agency, I was one of two kids. It's real, just small, Chloe." Clark found himself defensive.
"Um..." Chloe wasn't sure how to word this without totally offending Clark, but she figured there was no way to avoid it, "Why you? I mean, your dad is Lionel Luther! He could adopt anyone! Why would he go to such a small adoption agency? Clark, it's suspicious." Chloe said cocking an eyebrow.
"Because he owned it! God, Chloe, what do you think he did?" Clark really wanted to know, because as much as he hated what she was saying, it made sense.
"I don't know! Clark, don't go all psycho on me! I didn't mean to-" Chloe said backing down
"Whatever! I don't care." Clark lied, finding himself in a very bad mood as Lana walked in.
"Clark! Oh, I thought you had transferred school or something... well not really, but after how pissed my dad was, and I think he went to the mansion, and then you didn't come to school all week!" Lana said it all in one breath.
"Ya, he came over." Clark's voice had an edge of anger to it.
Lana just looked at him with a mixture of shock and defensive anger, "What's with you?"
"He is just in a bad mood! You don't have to get all pissy at Lana too, Clark." Chloe said.
Clark let out a sigh, "Ya, I'm sorry, Lana."
Clark caught Lana up on his new ability and after Clark left, Chloe updated her on the fight between Jonathan and Lionel, which Clark walked into, and her theory, "... so obliviously there is a connection between your dads and Clark's adoption. Clark got really defensive when I brought it up; so we can't push him into getting information, because he doesn't really want to know, he likes living in denial." Chloe said rolling her eyes, "So... there is one more way."
"How?" Lana asked.
"You can find out." Chloe smiled.
"What! No way, you want ME to ask Lionel Luther?" Lana couldn't believe Chloe thought she would, or that it would work.
"No! Of course not! But you dad obviously knows some if not all of what really happened. Get him to tell you!" Chloe explained.
"He won't, Chloe. Trust me, he won't just tell me if I ask. He'll deny it." Lana said discouraged.
"Well then, pretend that you already know! Pretend your mad and storm in the room and be like, 'I can't believe you didn't tell me! You knew about Clark all along! I had a right to know about the adoption!' and he is bound to admit to knowing something, or even better to slip up information." Chloe smirked.
"But what if he really doesn't know?" Lana had second thoughts.
"Come on, Lana. He knows, we both know he doesn't hate someone that much without a reason. Besides, what the worst that could happen? You are already grounded!" Chloe pointed out.
"Okay, I'll try. But..." Lana bit her lip.
"But what?" Chloe asked.
"How do you think Clark will react? Us going behind his back, getting information about his past?" Lana ask warily.
"Listen, this involves you! It's your business, you have the right to know the truth." Chloe gave Lana confidence.