"Nice catch Reggy!" Mick called across the backyard to his 8-year-old daughter.
"Dad!" Regan whined. "I told you not to call me that! Call me Regan!"
Mick grinned. "Now remember, keep your eye on the target, step forward with your left foot, and follow through." Regan smiled and got ready to throw the softball back. She took it out of her child-sized mitt, and tossed it to her dad, trying to do all the things he had told her to do.
Without warning a strong breeze flew the ball off course. It fell to the ground a few feet from Mick and rolled across the grass, stopping once it reached their garage.
"I'll get it!" Regan said. She jogged over to the garage. Her father looked on. He was proud that his little girl wanted to play softball; that he wasn't one of those dads who force their children to play sports.
Another strong breeze came. "Wow, the wind is coming really hard," Mick noted as he picked up his sweater from the ground and slid it over his head. "I think we're gonna have to head inside Re."
Mick's daughter stood up with the ball in her hand. She stood next to the garage. "Five more minutes?" she asked with an eager smile.
"No," her dad said. "We should really go in right now."
Regan rolled her eyes as she dusted off the softball with her hand. Then the strangest thing happened. As her hand brushed against the ball, a small breeze became visible circling around her. She didn't realize it at first, and neither did her dad. The breeze grew stronger, and stronger, and then lifted her off the ground when it reached its fiercest point. Regan looked down at her feet and her eyes grew wide with fear.
"Dad help me!" she cried out. Her father turned around to see his daughter five feet above the ground.
He rushed toward her. "What the hell is happening!" he called to Regan, who was now far above his head. She seemed to be rising faster as the wind around her grew even more fierce.
"Daddy please! Get me down! Get me down!"
"Hold on! Don't worry honey!" Mick finally stopped trying to reach his daughter. She now drifted far above the roof of the garage, and was being carried away by the breeze. "Help!" her father cried. "Somebody please help! Help!"
Regan's eyes welled up with tears. "Daddy!" she cried as she put her arms out toward him.
"Regan! No! Come back!" He knew that his daughter couldn't come back by will, but he didn't know what else to do. He continued yelling, and Regan continued drifting farther and farther away. Eventually she became a dot in the sky, and Mick was left alone in their front yard. He collapsed to his knees, and began to cry. "No!" he wept to himself. "No."
AN: I'm so excited! Finally a Smallville fic! I really hope this doesn't seem too… dorky or… unreal so far. I promise it will get much better. I got the name Regan from a book called Luna. I really liked it so I decided to use it here. I have something of a plan in my head for this – the rest of the chapters will be written in first person - but I'm going away for a week tomorrow so it probably won't be updated for a while. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please, PLEASE R&R!