AN: Thanks for the reviews. I'm going to skip ahead to when Isabel is about to turn seventeen, Max is sixteen and Clark is fifteen. Also, Max has a best friend by the name of Michael Guerin.This chapter contains quasi incestous thoughts of the male/female variety nothing to intense. Swearing .
You know I don't own them no copyright infringement is intended.
Differences
Smallville Kansas 2001
Isabel Kent grew up in Smallville Kansas with her parents and her two brothers Clark and Max. To the rest of the world they were normal kids. Except they could do some things that weren't quite so normal. That was a secret they only shared with their parents and Max's best friend Michael Guerin, a boy who wasn't all that normal himself.
Isabel glanced at her alarm clock it was 5:35 A.M. not the usual time she got up and got ready for school but she had something to do this particular morning. She wanted to find out what in the hell was going on with Max so she had to be extra sneaky.
She knew Max would be dead to the world until at least 6:30. She had conspired with her baby brother Clark to go through some of Max's stuff. She tiptoed down the hallway to the room her brothers shared. The sun was barely peeking out. But inside their room it was pitch black.
And not in that good Vin Diesely way. Her eyes didn't have time to adjust she stepped inside she collided with something hard and she would have fallen straight backwards except big hands reached out and grasped her shoulders firmly pulling her upright.
"Shh."
Isabel realized a second later that the hard something was her younger brother Clark.Her eyes finally adjusted and she looked up at her brother. When did he get so damn tall? Isabel wondered. Clark, Michael, and Max were some of the very few boys she knew that were taller than her.
Isabel was quiet for a moment and the only sound she could hear was Max snoring peacefully.
"Come on. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can figure out what's going on with him." Clark said.
Isabel went to Max's laptop first. He never let anyone touch it because he had bought it himself after working all summer at the bagging groceries. Isabel wrinkled her nose that the thought. She worked at the Buy and Bag too. But never as a bag boy. Isabel thought.
She took it and sat down on the floor. She opened it and turned it on. Clark was ransacking Max's sock drawer. He came up empty leaving Max's dresser a complete wreck. Isabel would have to put things back the way Max had it if they didn't want to get caught. Max was a total neat freak his side of the room was spotless.
Clark's on the other hand was always a disaster. Clothes and books were strewn all over the place. Isabel's room wasn't much different. Clark sat down on the floor next to her and watched as she started going through Max's files.
Isabel raised an eyebrow at the name of a file clicked to open it and received the shock of a lifetime when she opened the file. She had known Max was kind of queer for awhile. Hell, the whole family knew he was gay. No one ever talked about it. At least not in front of him.
She didn't count her father urging him to 'Man up,' whenever there was a big job around the farm that needed to be done. That was one thing about Max he hated to get dirty way more than she did. He hung out with their mom way more than she did.
However knowing that didn't keep her from screaming though. Clark clamped his hand over her mouth but it was too late she had already let half of the scream out. She guessed Clark was just as shocked as she was to see that male porn star in that position.
"What the hell?" A sleepy voice said from behind them.
Isabel looked over her shoulder to see Max sitting up right in his bed. He looked at them for a second and she could see the realization on his face.
"This is all a dream. You're getting very sleepy." Isabel said in her best hypnotist voice.
It didn't work because Max was off the bed a second later and charging at them. She sat down the laptop and Clark grabbed her hand and they ran out of the room.
"You two are so dead!" Max shouted after them.
"Mom! Dad!" Clark shouted. As they ran though the hallway avoiding the blasts Max sent their way.
If they hit either of them it wouldn't hurt much. Max would never hurt either of them with his powers. He just wanted to stop them. He couldn't believe that they would do this to him. They had pulled pranks in the past. But none of them were this embarrassing. He was going to tell them. Once he got comfortable with it himself.
He wasn't that far behind them when they burst into their parents' room. He was so pissed off that he didn't stop to think anything could be going on in there. He just ran after his sister and brother. Chasing them around the room screaming all the obscenities that came into his mind and Max rarely if ever cursed.
Everyone was all talking at once. Isabel and Clark trying to explain the situation, their father demanding the explanation, their mother wasn't saying anything she was just staring at them in shocked surprise.
Max finally stopped when his mother whistled loudly. He noticed for the first time how tightly his mother was clutching the blanket over herself. Oh crap we did interrupt something. Max thought with absolute horror.
"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" Their father asked.
Something was definitely going on in here. Max discerned from his father's tone. All three of them began talking at once. "I was asleep and..."
"I was worried about Max so…"
"I wanted to know what was going on with Max…"
They all stopped in mid sentence to look at each other. Max couldn't help but laugh.
They were only concerned about me. Max thought. His anger evaporated like vapor.
"One at a time if you please." Their father said.
Isabel started with her head bent, "I was worried about Max, and on account of how weird he's been lately. So I talked Clark into helping me go through his things."
"He caught us and he started chasin' after us and we ran in here." Clark finished not mentioning the blasts.
"Is that true Max?" Their father asked. It was rare when he was articulate and calm.
"Yes sir." Max said.
"Next time you are concerned about your brother here's an idea talk to him. Whenever you guys have problems on a Thursday morning don't come in here putting your mother and me in the middle of it. You heard me?"
"Yes sir." They all replied.
"Are we done here?" Their father asked rolling his eyes.
There's the Dad we all know and come to loathe... er love. Max thought. Max walked out of the room with Isabel and Clark following close behind.
Once Isabel closed the door Max asked, "Why didn't you tell him about the blasts? "
Clark didn't have any ulterior motives for protecting his brother.
"I didn't want to get you in trouble." He said simply.
"And I didn't want to hear Dad yelling at us." Isabel said.
"Are you still mad at us?" Clark asked Max.
"No. But I think we need to talk." Max said.
"Fucking right we need to talk." Michael Guerin's voice came from the stairs.
"Michael!" The three Kent's said in unison.
"You do know it's like six in the morning?" Max asked.
"Yeah and you're not a morning person." Isabel said.
"I couldn't sleep." He said quickly.
"I saw it again Maxwell." Michael said.
Michael always went straight to Max with whatever was going on and then the two of them would take Isabel go in her room and talk about God knows what. They never discussed anything with Clark. Isabel would just shoot him an apologetic look and follow them. Not this time. I'm gonna find out what's going on with them. Clark thought.
Max was leading Michael toward Isabel's room. Michael was still rambling about a dome and fuzzy and something else Clark didn't understand. Isabel followed them to her door way. Clark followed her.
"I'm sorry Clark, this is big boy stuff." Max said solemnly from inside Isabel's room.
"He's hardly a little boy. I think we should tell him. For real this time." Isabel said.
"No way he totally flipped out last time and we have more pressing issues than whether Clark believes or not." Michael said.
"Come on guys. I wanna know. All the secret meetings all the notes you guys pass in school. I wanna be part of the club." Clark said.
Michael grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into Isabel's room. Clark doubted he would have been able to if he didn't let it happen. Michael closed the door.
"Okay this never and I mean never leaves this room. You can't tell your little short friend Pete. You sure as hell can't tell that nosy bitch Chloe. We're aliens Clark and you are too." Michael revealed.
"What the fuck?" Was all Clark could reply.
Aliens? Aliens are weird little green men with super powers. Granted we are weird and we do have superpowers, but we can't be aliens. Aliens aren't real. Something some hack writer came up with to make a buck. Clark thought. They've gotta be playing me.
"Kiss your mother with that mouth? Michael leered at him.
"You guys are kidding right?" Clark asked knowing he had a stupid grin on his face.
The other three didn't have to say anything their serious expressions said it all.
"You're for real?" He asked.
"I told you he wouldn't get it." Michael said.
"Just because we're different doesn't mean we're aliens. Chloe has this wall…" Clark started.
"If you start talking about that freak wall…" Michael threatened as he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket for a cigarette.
Clark knew Michael couldn't hurt him physically or even with his powers. Michael wasn't as adept as Max and Izzy were with theirs. Their parents had even tried to help Michael get better with them. Nothing worked. Michael was an emotion minefield and Clark's mother always told them that true power is always linked to the emotions.
Clark knew that Michael's foster father wasn't very nice to him and he'd never met Hank's (Michael's foster father) wife who had run off before he even started fostering Michael before they moved to Smallville when the Cheese Factory in Roswell closed down. Michael wasn't very good in school either. He was either sleeping during class or in detention. He was Smallville's rebel.
Clark watched as Michael held the cigarette in his lips and raised his thumb up to it and a flame came out of his thumb like it was a lighter. Michael certainly knew how to make his powers work to light his cigarettes, and heat his food. Max, Michael, and Isabel had the good powers.
They could manipulate molecular structures and blast things. Isabel could dreamwalk. Max could heal. Michael who knew what he was really capable of. Clark was just super fast super strong. Nothing really hurt him. He never got sick. Matter of fact they never got sick which was weird in it self.
"I'm going to do some research." He said walking out of the room.
Michael took a long drag from his cigarette. Clark always looked at him like he was committing a cardinal sin every time he lit a cigarette. That holier than thou b-otch. Michael thought. He didn't hate Clark or anything. Michael was a bad ass or at least he tried to be. It was better if the world saw him as delinquent or a thug. It's what everyone expects right? So why the hell not? Michael thought. Lest I be an even bigger disappointment.
Michael tried not to be jealous of Max for having a real home and with real parents. But it was hard not to. Max got great grades. A lot of the girls in school were after him for a date but he never went out with any of them. Like he would go out with a girl. Michael sneered at the thought. Anyone who paid like a speck of attention could tell that Max wasn't interested in the opposite sex. And that he was very interested in a certain blonde dumb ass. Whitney Fordman.
"What about the dome?" Max snapped.
Michael hoped he hadn't devolved mind reading.
"I had another dream about it. It wasn't clear. But I know it's a dome now." Michael said.
"And you came over to tell us your dream?" Isabel said with a smirk.
"You never tell us your other ones." She added.
"You said you weren't gonna do that anymore." Michael said turning red at the mere suggestion that she had dream walked him with out his permission.
"I lied." Isabel said grinning evilly and then she turned and went over to her closet.
She peeled her tank top off. She didn't care if Max and Michael were in the room. They were her brothers. Max wouldn't care less if she got completely naked right there. They had seen each other naked countless times and it never fazed either of them because they were the same. Except different. She thought. She hated all the male female issues that were starting to get in the way of her relationship with Clark. The feelings she'd been having weren't helping either.
Max hadn't been the only one acting weird lately. Clark had been strange too. He was staying in the bathroom for odd intervals of time. He didn't even wrestle with her any more. Maybe he's afraid he'll hurt me. Oh God what if he knows. That's silly Isabel because there's nothing for him to know. You don't like him like him, he's Clark remember, your brother. Isabel was lost in her thoughts oblivious to that her father was standing in the door way.
"Izzy! We've had this conversation. You are not supposed to get undressed with your brother and his friends in the room." Her father's loud voice brought her back to reality.
"Daddy." She whispered. Covering her bare chest with the shirt she had just taken off.
"Do I need to have another talk to you about the difference between girls and boys?" He asked.
"No!" Isabel, Michael, and Max shouted.
"Alright then. Michael you know you're not allowed to smoke in the house. You two get out of here." He commanded.
"Yes sir." The boys said and they closed the door leaving Isabel alone in her room.
Isabel knew her dad was the only man Michael would ever say 'Yes sir' to. If she had to describe her father Isabel would say he's half Dan Connor from 'Roseanne' and half Red Foreman from 'That 70's Show'.
Funny and Scary a dangerous combination. Isabel thought to herself. She changed into a blue blouse with a plunging neckline. And a suede skirt she did her hair. And put on her make up. She could spend hours in her room putting on clothes and make up. She didn't even bother trying to use the mirror in the bathroom. She knew Clark was in there. What is he doing in there? She wondered and then she thought about it for a moment. Oh. He's … oh. Great, now I'm gonna be stuck with the mental picture of him doing that in my head all day. He's probably sweating. I bet he's sweaty. God that's hot. Isabel tried to shake the thoughts out of her head.
Clark was sitting on the bathroom floor crying just as he suspected. He had sliced right into his flesh and he didn't bleed he didn't tear. It didn't even hurt. Oh shit, I might be an alien. He thought. He looked at himself in the mirror. I don't look like an alien. He touched his arm. I don't feel like an alien. Clark wished he hadn't convinced them to tell him. He wished that this was like every other morning where he just masturbated and got ready for school. I'm not an alien. He decided, I'm just different that's all.
End of Chapter 3. Any good? Let me know and I'll write more. Don't like the way I'm doing Jonathan? Let me know.