The air was sweet and young as Clark and Chloe ambled around the Kent farm. The sounds their shoes made stepping over the gravel prevented an awkward silence, and they were both happy just to be enjoying a free day. Clark was glad he had skipped, spring was his favorite season of the year next to autumn.

Chloe could see that Clark was loosening up. She knew a day off would do that boy some good. Now all they had to do was figure out what they were going to do for the next six hours.

Chloe started walking towards her car and Clark quickly followed. Obviously she was in charge of the whole operation, and he was going to completely trust her wherever she decided they should go. Unless, of course, he disagreed with her. Chloe turned on the radio. Once Clark caught wind of what Chloe had been listening to on the radio last he faked a suicide attempt.

"Clark, that's not funny, or even comical," Chloe said, slapping him on the arm.

"COUNTRY? You listen to COUNTRY music?"

"I do not. I just had it on last night. Here," she said, turning the dial, "I found a really cool classic station."

No one to talk with,
All by myself,
No one to walk with,
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain,
The one I love,
I through with flirtin',
It's just you I'm thinkin' of.
Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love for you

"No, thank you," Clark said, turning the dial again. "I prefer my music to have a little strength to it."

What Clark chose was an alternative rock station.

Brick or stone cannot hurt me
Madmen around the city go
They attack I'll bring them down
Making their chances super low

Oh my my, pretty naval
Dimple cheek, a face I adore
Want to be your superhero
Fallin' from a running horse

I'm ok
You have that effect on me
But I need you desperately
You know I need you desperately.

Clark stared at the radio. He could never again trust music.

Chloe almost swerved the car into the stalks of corn. Luckily the road was deserted and Chloe hit the brakes seconds before crushing through the fields.

"So," she commented, calming herself down, "this brings up an interesting topic…"

"Chloe, how long have you known?"

"Not more than five months, Clark. I wanted to tell you…but I thought it would be best if you told me."

Silence.

"Chloe, you have to understand me. I want to tell you, to trust you. I swear I did. I just, couldn't."

"I understand. There are some people you can never trust. I know that you only did it so you wouldn't end up as some lab rat at Luthorcorp. But you should know that I would Inever /I say anything. You can confide in me Clark."

"I know I can," Clark said, quietly.

I'm not your average guy….

Clark turned off the radio.

"So…do you know everything?"

"Well, remember when you blanked out for 24 hours? And then you asked me if you did anything strange or out of the ordinary?"

"Yeah…"

"I lied. You actually showed me everything that you could do," Chloe said, turning onto the main road of Smallville. Soon sidewalks started to appear, and there were flashes of merchandise being shown from the shop windows reflected off the car.

"Oh," Clark noticed that Chloe drove with her right hand on the top of the steering wheel and her left arm on top of the car door. She looked very relaxed considering the topic of conversation.

"So you've been this way since the meteor shower?"

"Actually…I caused the meteor shower. I'm not exactly from around here, Chloe," Clark let loose. He had to admit, his favorite part of telling his secret was that line. He was thinking of having it written on his gravestone.

Chloe almost swerved again, which would have been more painful since they were surrounded by cars and civilians. She caught hold of herself and then grunted in disbelief.

"You're telling me that you're from another planet? You're the one who caused the town to go skitzo?"

"Well, yeah," Clark looked down at his hands. He half expected Chloe to throw him out of her car. Not that it would affect him, but it would definitely reveal his secret.

Chloe suddenly realized the reason why Clark had been so upset over Lana, so intent over ridding the freaks, so obsessed over always being the hero. She suddenly realized the pain and guilt that must of overwrought him when he found out who he was and how he had come here.

Chloe pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked. She placed her hand on Clarks, forcing him to look up at her.

"Clark, I would never blame you for any of this. It wasn't your fault. My initial reaction was surprise, yes, but you can't really blame me. I just want you to know that I don't hold anything against you for keeping your secret like you did."

Although Clark was never one for sentimentality, Chloe's words hit a certain place in his heart, "Thanks, Chloe. I really appreciate that." Clark looked around at where they had stopped. The street was busy, and since the windows were rolled down, he could hear all the chatter from the sidewalks and the cars zooming past on the right,

"Chloe? Where are we going?"