Clark found himself at the Kent farm, his curiosity winning, as he
stepped inside, quietly, making sure the door didn't make a sound as he
closed it. After he left Lana, in the Talon, he wanted to see how his
'parents' were. It was all a little amusing to Clark. This wasn't real
for him, so he didn't have to worry about his life.
"Clark." Martha said spotting Clark as he was walking up the stairs. Clark turned around but didn't say anything, he wasn't sure how to act in... a family.
"Clark, where have you been?" Martha sounded worried, but not angry.

"School." Clark said sarcastically, as a joke, when Jonathan came up behind Martha.
"Yes, Clark, your principle called us, and I don't think it's funny." Jonathan said sternly.
Clark just remembered his week suspension from school.

"You want to give us your side of the story?" Jonathan asked.
"The lil' bastard started it. Anyways, who cares?" Clark said.

"Clark, I don't know what's going on with you, but you are grounded." Jonathan said in a serious tone, "And later we have to have a serious father and son talk."
"Sure." Clark said sarcastically before turning to go his room.

"Clark." Jonathan grabbed Clark's arm, turning him around, "We aren't done here. Where have you been for the past 3 days?"
"Out." Clark said, as he shrugged out of Jonathan's grip.

"Clark, you better drop the attitude right now, because-"

"Because you'll do what? Ground me?" Clark laughed and turned around, walking up to his room.
Jonathan let him this time, and turned to Martha as he heard a door shut. "What is going on with him? Martha, he could have seriously hurt that boy." Jonathan said referring to Clark's suspension.
"I know..." Martha said worriedly.

"I checked for red kryptonite, and I didn't see any." Jonathan said, almost wishing Clark was wearing some. As least that was the easy answer on how to fix Clark's behavioral problems.
"I should go talk to him." Martha said, thinking it couldn't hurt.

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Clark hadn't been in his room 10 minutes and he was already bored out of his mind. He didn't even know why he came here, and didn't just use super speed somewhere else. But that was all he had been doing for the past couple of days, wandering around, and he was sick of it.
There was nothing to do in his room, no TV, no game system, and he couldn't help but laugh at the CDs he found.
"Clark." His door slowly opened, as Martha came into view, "Can we talk?" "Sure." Clark said. He didn't mind the distraction from doing nothing. He would never admit it, but Clark kind of like Martha, ever since she had told him the truth about who he really was. He found he had trust that laid with her.
"Clark, why are you acting like this? This isn't you." Martha said, as she sat down on the bed, next to him.
"You're right, I'm not the Clark Kent you knew, but people change." Clark said, not wanting to explain what everything to her, especially not after Lana thought he was crazy.
"Clark, the things you've said to Jonathan, not only today, but the last time you saw him... they were so hurtful. Your father loves you." Martha said, putting the motherly guilt on Clark. Now Clark didn't feel it to the degree the real Clark Kent would have, he felt he owed her an explanation,
"Jonathan doesn't." Clark said, and finished quickly before Martha could protest, "And ever if he does, it's only because he thinks I'm his son. He isn't a good person, the circumstances are just different."
"Clark... how can you say your father isn't a good person? After everything he has done for you?" Martha took Jonathan's side.
"Gee, I don't know." Clark thought of all the times he warned him to stay away from Lana.
"Clark..." Martha touched Clark's arm, and sent a jolt of energy threw it as everything else faded away in Clark's world, and he once again relived a memory that he never knew.

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Martha is heating a sharp kitchen knife over the gas stove in the kitchen. Day. Jonathan is sitting on the kitchen floor next to Clark who is lying down, still moaning in pain.

Jonathan: (To Martha.) How's that coming, sweetheart?

Martha: I got it.

Jonathan rips open Clark's shirt, revealing a bloody bullet hole in his chest near his left shoulder with swollen veins stretching out from it in every direction.

Clark: Aaah!

Jonathan: It's okay, son. It's okay. It's all right, Clark. Hang in there.

Martha runs to Clark and Jonathan with the knife as well as a bowl and dishtowel. Clark's moans become more desperate.

Martha: He's dying. The poison is spreading so fast.

Jonathan takes the knife.

Jonathan: Okay, Clark, I'm gonna... I'm gonna get it out.

Jonathan sticks the tip of the knife into Clark's wound.

Clark: Aaah!

Jonathan: Clark, Clark, you gotta stay still, son.

Martha: (Stroking Clark's hair.) Hold on, baby, hold on. Dad's gonna get it.

Clark: Aah--

Clark's voice cuts off.

Martha: He's not breathing!

Jonathan: All right. Hand me those.

Clark loses consciousness as Martha hands Jonathan a pair of pliers from the bowl. Jonathan uses the pliers to reach into Clark's wound. Martha puts her hand over her mouth, frightened.

Jonathan: Don't you give up on us now, son!

Jonathan searches around inside the wound with the pliers.

Martha: Jonathan, do you have it?

Jonathan: Martha, it's in there so far. Wait a second. I think I got it. Okay.

Martha: (To Clark, crying.) Hold on, baby, hold on, baby, he's got it.

Jonathan slowly pulls the glowing kryptonite bullet from the hole in Clark's chest. The bullet and the tips of the pliers are covered in blood. Jonathan and Martha both look at the bullet in disgust for a moment. Then Jonathan drops it into the bowl. Martha covers the bowl with the dishtowel and runs from the room.

Jonathan: Get that thing out of here. Clark, come on, son. Come on, Clark.

Clark is still unconscious. But right before Jonathan's eyes, the bulging veins around Clark's wound disappear and the bullet hole closes up, healing itself completely. Jonathan remains next to Clark on the kitchen floor.

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Jonathan leaves the house. Night. Clark comes out after him with a blanket over his shoulders. His face is pale. Clark: Dad.

Jonathan: Clark, you shouldn't be up.

Clark: Where are you going?

Jonathan: I'm going to Pete's to get the ship.

Clark: Now? How's Mom? (Jonathan doesn't answer) Dad?

Jonathan: Clark, Helen says that your mother probably won't make it through the night. And now you, too.

Clark: You-- you can't think about me. We gotta help Mom.

Jonathan: I'm not gonna lose my family, not without a fight. Now, if it takes another miracle, I just have to go out and find one.

Clark: The ship. Do you think it can cure me and Mom? BR

Jonathan: I don't know, Clark. I'm just grasping at straws here. The doctors can't help you, and your mother thinks the ship helped her get pregnant. I don't know, maybe it's crazy.

Clark: The only way to get it to work is with that key.

Jonathan: I know that, son. I also know exactly where the DCA took everything. I'm going there to get it right now.

Clark: I'll go with you.

Jonathan: No. I want you to stay right here. You're too sick. Go to bed, son.

Jonathan drives away in the truck and Clark pulls the blanket tighter around himself.

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"Clark? Clark? Are you okay?" Martha asked, as she looked into her son's vacant eyes.
"ya." Clark responded as the memory faded away.

"What happened?" Martha asked.
"Nothing." Clark lied. Martha knew he was lying, but decided to let it go.
Clark just sat there. These memories swallowed you whole, and gripped on to your heart, forcing you to live the emotions that went into them. "You're okay." Clark whispered to Martha, glad to know Martha was healthy. He had only felt a few seconds ago, the fear and pain that she was going to die. But not just that, he felt such a deep love for his mother. In these memories, he no longer thought of her as Martha, but as his mother whom had always been there for him. He even felt a love towards Jonathan.
By the time Clark snapped out of his thoughts, he found that Martha had left the room.

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"Jonathan, you should have seen his eyes, it was like he wasn't there at all..." Martha relayed what she had witnessed in Clark earlier.
"What do you think it was?" Jonathan asked. "He saw something, or heard something... or I donno..." Martha said not able to explain it.
"Martha, what if this is about Jor-El? What if he is talking to Clark again?" Jonathan said extra worried at the thought.
"Maybe..." Martha thought it was as possible as anything. "We have to do something before he gets out of control." Jonathan said, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"We can't do anything until we find out what's happening to him, Jonathan, and he won't talk to us." Martha pointed out.
"Martha, he went through something, he isn't the same... I look at him and I just see so much hate for the world... for me." Jonathan admitted.
"Jonathan, he loves you... he's just going threw something." Martha tried to comfort her husband, but she herself felt the same way.
Before Jonathan could say anything, the door bell rang, and he went to answer the door. Jonathan got there only to find that Clark had already answered it, and was talking to Chloe.
"Clark, I want to talk about the other day." Clark couldn't notice how sad Chloe looked.
"Me too." Clark felt he should apologize. "Clark, you're grounded." Jonathan said, "No friends over." "Calm down, we're just going to go to the loft." Clark gave Jonathan a challenging look, that said 'just try and stop me'.
"No where else." Jonathan compromised.
"Clark, I had no idea you were still mad about that." Chloe started off the conversation. "No, I didn't mean to yell at you like that, I was just confused, I'm sorry." Clark was really trying to avoid the tears that he saw building up in Chloe's eyes.
Chloe remembered the other day when she met up with Clark on the street, and he was MIA for their meeting.

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"Clark, where were you?" Chloe said snapping Clark out of his thoughts.
"Chloe." Clark said angrily.
Chloe's facial expression changed from annoyance to fear, "Why are
you mad?"
"Why do you think?" Clark said, hoping he would have a chance to face
Chloe again and this time make her regret ever telling Van his secret.
"Clark... I donno." Chloe had no idea why Clark had so much rage against
her, what had she done?
"You betrayed me." Clark said holding back his rage.
"Clark... if this is about me spying on you for Lionel... you know I'm sorry...
I thought you forgave me months ago." Chloe said as a tear fell down her
face.
"Why were you spying on me?" Clark asked, angrier.
"Clark, you know..." Chloe looked away from him.
"Why?" Clark demanded.
"Lionel wanted me to get information on you... to find out your
secrets." Chloe cried.
"You're lying. He knows all my secrets." Clark hated being lied to,
and it fueled his anger.
"Clark, you hate Lionel more than anyone... why would you take his
side?" Chloe was so confused by Clark's attitude and what he was saying.
"No, I don't." Clark said.
"Clark, I thought we had re-established our friendship, but I guess I was
wrong." Chloe ran away from him.
"Shit." Clark muttered as he realized that Chloe probably hadn't
betrayed him in this reality. He hated Lionel?

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Chloe snapped back to what Clark was saying.
"—I'm not mad at you." Clark said as they were walking back into Clark's house, after they had talked for about 20 minutes.
The phone rang as they walked in the door, and Clark grabbed it, out of instinct. "Ya?" He said into the phone.
"Clark, this is Lionel Luther." Lionel said recognizing the voice. "oh." Clark said in a pleasant tone. So Lionel called him?
"Clark, I talked to Lex and he said he won't stop his treatments at Summerholt. In fact I was just informed that he is going to under go another session right now. I think it could seriously injure himself, you have to help him." Lionel got to the point.
"Okay, I'll be there." Clark hung up, and wished Chloe wasn't there, so he could just super speed. The n he realized he didn't know where Summerholt was.
"Chloe, where is Summerholt?" Clark asked in an urgent voice. Chloe told him, and then said, "Why?"
"Lionel said Lex is in trouble, I have to help him." Clark said in a stressed voice.
"Clark, no!" Chloe protested, "You can't trust him." "Chloe." Clark said in a 'come on' tone.
"Please, Clark. After everything he's done to you." Chloe pleaded. 'Nothing.' Clark thought, "Chloe, I have to help Lex. Can you go to tell my parents where I went?" Clark just wanted her away from him, so he could use his super speed.
"Let me go with you." Chloe had a really bad feeling about this. "No." Clark said in an annoyed an angry voice.
Chloe walked into the next room, looking for the Kents, as Clark super speeded out of the house. "Lana, I have a really bad feeling about this." Chloe said, into her cell phone.
"Chloe, I'm like 15 minutes from Summerholt, I could go and see if Clark's alright." Lana said finding that Chloe's worry was contagious.
"Would you Lana? I would go myself but you know my track record with the Luthers." Chloe said, feeling guilty.
"It's no problem." Lana hung up, as she made a U-turn, changing direction, towards Summerholt.
Clark's heart was racing. What if he didn't get to Lex in time? He couldn't stand the thought of his brother dyeing. What kind of danger was Lex in? What was Summerholt? Clark didn't have time to think, as he raced into the building. He went right past the secretary, behind her desk, and into the only room he saw.

Once inside, Clark felt so weak. He looked around, and saw only a tank with green water. Clark knew it was meteor rocks, from the way he felt. Seeing Lex wasn't there, he turned to leave, but was struck down, to the ground, by two men.

Clark didn't have the strength to get up; he had been around the meteors too long already. If he wasn't in so much pain, he might have figured out what was going on sooner.

Liberate your mind You motherfucker,

you're so narrow-minded So narrow-minded

Liberate your mind

Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind This time

Clark was lifted up onto a metal table by the same two men.
A man, a doctor, Clark presumed by the white lab coat, came into view. "Strip him." He ordered.
Clark groaned, as he tried to lean over, enough to fall off the table. He found himself being held down.
Clark closed his eyes, losing all his strength. He opened them when heard an all too familiar voice, and he saw Lionel talking to the doctor, although he couldn't hear what they were saying.
Clark felt a burst of hope, "Lionel... help me." Clark said using up almost all the strength he had left.
Lionel walked over to Clark, with a smirk and said, "We're going to find out who Clark Kent really is." And then back to the doctor, "I will be featuring the questions. I want to know where Clark Kent came from."
Clark couldn't believe it, "Please." He whispered. How could Lionel do this to him? What were they doing to him?

Bold motherfcker Don't limit your mind

Can't you see that the pace Has fallen behind

All the hate in your heart Will be leaving you blind

So bold motherfcker Don't you limit your mind This time

Clark had to escape; he mustered up all of his remaining strength and managed to turn over on the table. He felt strong hands grip him, turning him back over, as someone else cut his shirt off. He felt someone pull off his belt.
Clark groaned with pain. "Okay, lower him into the tank." The doctor ordered. Clark felt himself being moved, and then strapped down, as the meteor effect being increasingly stronger.
Clark didn't understand why the pain was increasing so quickly and intensely, he was too dazed to realize that he was being lowered into the tank.
Clark was forced to open his eyes, from the pain. The last thing he remembered was the smile on Lionel's face and the ring of a cell phone, before he felt his skin start to burn, as he shook from the pain.
"Ah--" Clark left out a gasp, as he became more alert, a horrible side effect from the pain. Everything became so intense, he felt his whole body submerged in the solution. He had never experienced pain even close to this before, not even when Van shot him. Clark knew he couldn't stand this very long; this was it, he was going to die.
Clark's body continued to shake, as he heard a voice, "I need you to relax Clark." Clark slowly stopped shaking, his body didn't even have the energy to do that anymore.
"Clark, take me to your first memory." Clark felt like his brain was going to explode as thousands of memories flashed threw his head, one after another, faster and faster, until they all suddenly stopped, and he watched as his first memory played in his head. He saw his birth parents putting him in the ship. He listened as his mother voiced her concern that no one would love him. Finally he saw the ship close.
"Laura! Laura!" Clark started to convulse again, struggling against the restraints. A quite alarm went off. "What's happening?" He asked.
"I don't know... he is having some sort of reaction to the solution, we have to get him out." His assistant said.
"No." He said firmly, then he focused on Clark again, "He hasn't old us what we want to know yet. Who's Laura, Clark?" "Laura! Laura!" Clark shouted, as sparks flew off from the equipment. Lana opened Summerholt's door as an alarm blared. Lionel and Lex were right there, and he saw Lex run into a back room, and so she followed him.
Lex walked into the mess of destruction. There were live wires, sending
off sparks, equipment was destroyed and strewn across the room. Part of
the ceiling and walls collapsed. Lex rushed over, when he saw the Doctor
pinned under a metal beam. He checked his pulse, to find he was dead
already, along with another man.
"Lex, what happened?"
Lex turned around to see Lana completely panicked.
"I don't know." Lex said, as he continued to walk threw the wreckage.
Lana's heart sunk as she looked at Lex's face, when he looked into a
green tank.
"Oh My Gawd." He said before looking around him, and then grabbing
a crow bar, and smashing the glass, and green water poured out of it, By
now, Lana was behind Lex, as he bent over, looking in the tank, "Clark."
Lana watched in horror as she saw Clark turn his head over and
whisper in a raspy voice, "Lex... help me." Before he lost consciousness
again.
Lana realized that Clark had been trapped under the water, when she saw
he was strapped down. How long had he been under the water?
"I'm going to get you out of here." Lex promised.

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