"Information transfer complete. Archive integrity maintained. Begin sanctuary self destruct sequence in ten seconds." The Archive's voice said, and Clark looked down at the blue sphere before him. It glowed softly, casting the only light in the room now. "You must take hold of the sphere, Kal-El. You will be transported immediately."

Clark reached for the sphere and felt his hands close around it. It was warm, and seemed to be almost a living thing. "I'm ready." He called out, over the rising wind that swirled around him.

"Teleportation to Northern outpost in three, two, one….teleportation commencing…"

Clark felt himself jerked forward, and then backward, spinning in a stream of light, wind and sound that defied classification. In a blink of an eye, he was standing in the Fortress, his boots crunching on the snowy floor. He released the glowing sphere and it zoomed to the top of the vaulted ceiling, raining down blue light. Clark was tempted to stay, to see what the Archive would do to the Fortress, and he stood awestruck, as the orb began to dissolve into a million sparks, incorporating the millions of years of acquired information into the very foundation of the Fortress itself.

"Archive placement complete, information transfer commencing…" The sphere burst into a ball of brilliant sunlight, sending beams everywhere. Clark looked up, amazed.

…..Clark!….

He turned, hearing Kara's voice. Looking up, he saw an image on the white wall of the Fortress. His cousin, caught in the vicious wrath of a tornado, desperately clinging to a small child. The child also, held on to Kara for dear life, and Clark recognized her immediately.

….Clark!….Help!…I can't break free….

NAMAN! Livvie's voice shook the walls of the Fortress. NAMAN! PLEASE!

Setting his jaw, Clark turned, taking to the air with a seamless and easy leap, speeding toward Smallville, a streak of white light. Thoughts of Krypton occupied him as he soared through the air, images of Lara and Jor-El coursing through his brain. Then, the Dedication ceremony and after, when his uncle has placed Kara in Clark's direct care. There was too much at risk, too much to lose, and Clark pushed himself faster and faster, until he could see Kara and Livvie, floating in the air, moving so fast that Clark could no longer actually see the funnel cloud itself. Plunging through the tornado, Clark snatched the girls in his arms and flew out, circling up and around so that they were behind the storm, which still headed toward the small Kiwatchee town without mercy.

"Clark!" Kara squealed, showering her cousin's cheek with kisses. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"I'll always be there for you, Kara. Count on that." He smiled down at Livvie, who was cradled in his arm. "How are you, Livvie? You okay?"

"Naman." Livvie's dark eyes were wide. "The great spirit warrior told me you would come. And here you are." She rubbed at her eyes. "And we are flying."

"About to land, right now." His feet touched the ground and soon enough both girls were on land too. Livvie threw her arms around Clark and smiled up at him gratefully.

"You have saved me, Naman, you and the Fledgling both. And I have seen a great vision." She looked toward the funnel cloud, and pointed. "Now you must both go and save the village."

Clark and Kara looked at each other. "But I can't fly, Livvie." Kara protested, and the little Kiwatchee girl smiled.

"Yes, you can, Fledgling. And you must fly with Naman now." Stepped away from them. "Go. Fly." She folded her little arms and sat on a overturned tree dropped by the storm. "I'll wait."

Kara smiled up at Clark. "Tell me what to do, Clark."

"Think of home." Clark told her, squeezing her hand. "And then, will yourself to fly."

Kara nodded, the tip of her tongue poking from the corner of her mouth as she gathered her thoughts. Nodding, Kara felt energy build between her feet and the ground and before she could let go of Clark's hand, she was sailing up into the sky.

"Look!" Kara called, "I'm doing it!" She laughed and in releasing Clark's hand, shot straight up, and then plummeted down, Her speed nearly caused Clark to fall, but Kara flew gracefully, naturally, like watching a young hawk take to wing for the first time. "Come on, Clark!"

Laughing, Clark rose also, looking back down at Livvie. "You sure you'll be okay?"

The little girl nodded. "Can't you see? I am surrounded by the spirits." She laughed and held out her hands. "I am with family."

"Me too." Clark smiled. "See you soon." He flew off after Kara, who had turned herself toward the monolithic storm.

The reservation storm shelter was crowded, but Lionel Luthor didn't seem to mind. Martha Kent sat nearby, and Lionel had a very good view of her. She had embraced Lois warmly when the girl arrived, holding her hand as the storm hurtled toward them. Lana Lang, also, had gravitated toward Martha Kent, her small frame pressed against Martha's side, cowering under the good woman's arm like a whipped puppy. Lex stood alone at the end of the shelter, arms folded, pacing back and forth as if his impatience would somehow cause the threat to pass that much more quickly.

"You made it just in time, General." Lionel said to the man beside him, and General Lane nodded, his mind clearly on who was NOT in the shelter.

"Hope they found shelter, is all." The General replied, his hands reaching for a cigar, and then dropping it back into his pocket. "Too many still out there."

"If Clark Kent is out there, General, they'll be fine." Lionel's mouth played with a smile. "He's an exceptional young man."

"He better be. He and his friend Wayne, there. If anything happens to Chloe or Sarah, I'll be holding them personally responsible." General Lane looked over at his oldest daughter and shook his head. "Too many too precious to lose."

Sheriff Thomas approached the men, carrying his radio. "General, there's someone that needs to speak to you."

"Lane, go ahead." The General barked into the radio, and after a spray of loud static, Gabe Sullivan's voice replied.

"Sam, I have a visual on that storm. It's headed right for you. Are you all underground?" Gabe's voice, normally calm even under the worst circumstances, was harried and ragged. "I'm on the back end of this. Smallville High is going to need a new football field, but other than wind debris, it looks like the town escaped the worst."

"If what you're telling me is true, Gabe, this town isn't going to be so lucky." The General said, and braced himself for his brother in law's next question.

"Chloe and Sarah? They're with you, right? Sam? Sam?" Gabe asked, and the General looked away, before depressing the button to talk.

"There are some caves on the rez, Gabe. We're thinking they're sheltered there. When the tornado passes, I'll resume the search." General Lane heard his brother in law gasp, and then his quick reply.

"I'm on my way now. I'm taking a helicopter up, and will be tailing the storm as closely as we can. I'll start searching now." Gabe said, nodding to the chopper pilot beside him. "Don't worry, Sam. We'll get her back."

"I'm counting on you, Gabe." The General shut the radio off, and handed it back to the Sheriff without a word.

General Lane looked over at Martha Kent, and nodded curtly. "Senator, my brother in law is out there now. We haven't given up searching."

Martha smiled peacefully. "General, I have no doubt at all that Clark and Bruce will find a way to keep the girls safe." She hugged Lois and Lana to her. "We can't give up hope."

Clark and Kara hovered on the edge of the storm, both struggling to not get caught up in the vortex. The young girl showed no sign of fear at all, and Clark realized that she had crossed a boundary that he himself had crossed not so many years ago, the day of the Spring Formal. An El family milestone, Clark thought with a small smile and then looked at his cousin as she stared at the huge storm before them.

"When I say, start flying around the storm in the opposite direction, as fast as you can…" Clark yelled, and Kara nodded, "We can try to move it off course…away from the village."

"Okay." Kara smiled bravely, pushing her hair from her face and gave Clark a thumbs up. "I'm ready." She went to move, to fly against the storm, and Clark caught her hand.

"I'm proud of you, little cousin." Clark said, in halting Kryptonian, and Kara grinned.

"And I you, "little" cousin." Kara replied, blowing him a kiss. She turned and flew clockwise around the storm, becoming a blur of blue and red light, and finally, seeming to dissolve in an aurora of light that surrounded the destructive cone of wind. Clark nodded and followed Kara, picking up his speed until he passed her, and she seemed to be a speck that was caught in his wake. Push, Clark thought, and although he did not expect her to know what he was thinking, Kara inched closer, edging the tornado away from the Kiwatchee village. Together, they continued to spin the storm and to move it, painfully gaining feet then yards of ground.

"I'm seeing it, but I'm not believing it," The chopper pilot said to Gabe, pulling up a pair of binoculars and handing them to the Naval officer. "I'm telling you, Cap, I've been flying behind storms my whole career, and I've never seen one do that. Or look like that. What's causing those rings? Debris?"

Gabe looked through the binoculars. The tornado had gained intensity, but was moving clockwise and now heading away from the village. It was surrounded by a pair of white rings, which seemed to be somehow moving the storm away from it's original path. It was an awesome sight, and one Gabe was sure had to be of some unearthly origin.

"Mary, mother of God." Gabe whispered, crossing himself as he had when he was an altar boy. "I don't know what those rings are, but I'm glad they're there." He grabbed his radio and called Sheriff Thomas. "Sheriff, in about ten minutes, you're going to have an all clear. I repeat, in ten minutes, you will have an all clear."

Bruce stood at the mouth of the cave, using the small binoculars he'd found in Lois' glove compartment. "Chloe, come take a look at this."

Chloe and her mother walked to where Bruce stood, and Chloe took the binoculars. She could see the storm moving, surrounded by twin blurs of light, one slightly larger than the other. "They did it. Clark and Kara. They're moving the storm." Chloe lowered the binoculars and looked at Bruce. He was grinning, something Chloe had never seen him do before. "Are you okay, Bruce?"

The billionaire turned and allowed himself to hug his good friend. "Chloe, I never believed in miracles before. But today has been full of them. It's the shot in the arm I needed."

"Bruce, miracles happen everyday." Chloe said, reaching out to her mother, who grasped her daughter's hand and kissed it. "That's life in Smallville."

"All clear in ten minutes." Sheriff Thomas looked at the General. "I didn't hear it go over."

"I didn't either." The General said. "Could it have jumped over?"

Lionel and Martha's eyes met, in silent communion that no one else but Lex noticed.

Martha shook her head, and then buried her face in Lois' shoulder, weeping.

Lionel smiled, once again the cat that ate the canary, and he nodded.

"Happens all the time, General. Tornadoes are like that." He looked over at Lex, his expression triumphant. "Don't they, son?"

"More often in Smallville than anywhere else, Dad." Lex agreed. "I wouldn't get too excited until we see what's left of the village."

The storm was losing strength, something Clark hadn't considered, and he began to slow his pace, but pushed harder, glad to see that his cousin was working in silent concert with him as she pushed the storm. The funnel of the storm began to break up, and before long, Clark and Kara were able to simply let whatever was left blow away. Sinking to the ground, Kara fell in a heap, gasping for air. Clark landed beside her, immediately concerned.

"Are you okay?" Clark asked, only to be greeted by Kara's flushed face and sparkling lapis eyes. She was excited, and he reached over to push her white gold hair from her face with a smile. "You loved it, didn't you?"

"I can't WAIT to do that again!" She crowed, hugging herself, reminding Clark for all the world of Peter Pan. "I haven't had that much fun since we rode comet tails on these little coasting ships Aunt Lara designed…." Kara looked up at Clark, her smile fading. "I'm sorry. I forgot again." Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled anyway. "We did it though, didn't we? Saved that village?"

"You bet we did." Clark hugged her close. "I know how we can find out about those coasting ships, and even do that again."

"You do?" Kara asked, looking up at him incredulously. "Really?"

"Really." Clark replied, smiling at her. "Come on. We need to find Livvie and get back to the caves. And Kara, don't ever worry about 'forgetting." We'll figure it out as we go along." Kara smiled at him, the worry leaving her face as quickly as it appeared" Helping her rise, Clark took Kara's hand. "Okay, just like the…"

"I know, just like at the farm, a quick, easy sprint." Kara laughed, dropping Clark's hand. "See you, lame-o…" And she darted off, her laugh trailing behind her like music. Clark laughed, and followed suit.