A/N: My nose is blocked and I'm full of cold. The local press snubbed my latest article and my ears are still ringing from the concert I went to on Saturday. (Which was fantastic by the way.) Still, all in all not the best writing conditions, but you insisted, so here you go. It might not be perfect but it's something. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I really can't be arsed, I mean, you really think I own Smallville? I didn't think so…

"Here you go dear." Jonathon handed Martha a steaming cup of tea. She took it with hands still shaking. She had spent most of the afternoon explaining to the Sheriff how the bodies of two former cheerleaders had turned up in the alleyway behind her café. It had not been an easy task.

Outside the familiar sound of tyres against gravel could be heard. Martha and Jonathon looked up as Clark wondered into the kitchen, shoulders slumped and head down. He headed straight for the fridge.

"Where's the apple pie?" He mumbled.

"You ate all the apple pie." Jonathon remarked, just a little bitterly; Martha did make exceedingly good apple pie.

Clark, suddenly remembering himself, spun round to face his mother. She looked paler than usual, and weary around the eyes. "Mom?" He asked attentively. "What's up?"

"Oh, it's nothing really." Martha tried to brush it off. "It's just…"

"Bug Boy strikes back!" Chloe exclaimed triumphantly, storming through the kitchen door. "Uh, sorry." She receded, off their shocked faces. "It's just the door was slightly ajar, and I was not listening in to your conversation because that would be bad and wrong… Sorry." She trailed off.

"Don't worry about it Chloe." Jonathon said, motioning her to sit down, which she did. "But, what's this about Bug Boys?"

"Well," Chloe glanced over at Clark, who just smiled and nodded. He knew how much she'd want to be the one to explain anything out of the ordinary. "We think there's a psychopathic nerd plaguing all Smallville's young and beautiful things that have shot him down in the past, in some sort of sick tale of revenge."

"That certainly makes things a lot clear." Martha sighed. "We found two bodies behind the Talon earlier today." She explained. "They looked as if they'd been poisoned."

"We think they probably had been." Clark said, stealing the words from Chloe's mouth. "Kevin, the Bug Boy." He corrected, looking to Martha and Jonathon. "According to his medical reports…"

"Which we didn't go and look at." Chloe piped in.

"According to his medical reports," Clark continued. "He was bitten by a pet spider, a spider which we believe," He nodded to Chloe. "Was exposed and mutated by Kryptonite. It's possible that when it bit Kevin this, radioactivity was transferred and elaborated. That's how he would have killed those girls."

"Rachael Tunstall and Alice Craven." Martha sighed.

"Funny, I had gym with them." Chloe said. "They were okay, in a sort of preppy kind of way." She was lost for a moment in nostalgia, and then suddenly remembered. "I checked that address we didn't get from the medical reports." She continued, innocent to the last. "Mrs. Watson wasn't there. In fact, nothing was there, just the house. My guess is she packed up and left, people seem to be doing a lot of that recently."

Clark sighed, between Lana and Lois the last thing he need now was a murderous meteor freak. He stood up. "I need to find him, he can't be allowed to do this."

"Clark please no." Martha said, grabbing hold of his arm. "If he's been affected my Kryptonite who knows what he could do…" She was cut short, the look on her sons face telling her that his will was set, come hell or high water.

"Chloe," He turned to the blonde. "Do you know where he could be?"

"Well, after I couldn't get into the house I headed to the library. Stereotypical I know, but it seemed like a logical leap. Anyway, one of the junior Liberians, Helen I think, said she used to have a bit of a thing with our boy. Turns out she dumped him at a Star Trek convention. I told her to play it safe, just in case. It's not much, but stuff like that tends to be held in the big warehouse, just off route 80, it's a start."

She looked at Clark, he nodded and headed straight out of the door, leaving Martha, Jonathon and Chloe to just sit and wait.

A/N2: Worst. Chapter. Ever.