Title: Time Traveller.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own nothing of Smallville…-le sigh-

Spoilers: I must assume everyone's seen past Season 2 so; therefore, there are none…at the moment.

Setting: Post "Rosetta", pre "Visitor" – adding my own episodes, yayness.

Summary: After an accident involving kryptonite a student gains the ability to propel herself, and anyone she's touching, through time. But when she propels herself and Clark through time she gets the shock of a lifetime, they both do.

A/N: This is my first Smallville fanfic – everyone go YAY! – and hopefully one of many. I want to try and stick relatively close to the true storyline of Superman so therefore the only people who will know Clark's secret are himself, Pete and his parents. Until such a time as I feel ready to have Chloe knowing. I cannot possibly stress enough how much it means to me that everyone reviews so when you're finished reading, please, please leave a review! It doesn't take that long honestly. Constructive criticism is welcome!

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Chapter One – The Clock

She couldn't understand why anyone would want to live somewhere like here, in what had to be the smallest most boring town in Kansas. There were no bright lights here, no clubs, the only bars were biker bars, in fact the only place of the slightest interest that stayed open past ten was the local coffeehouse, the Talon.

Kyra blew out a breath of irritation as she sat on the window seat of the apartment that was situated over her sister's new shop. Looking out she gazed down at the desolate main street of Smallville. There were a few people still out, mostly teens coming and going from the Talon. It was around a quarter past ten and she was considering hauling her sister out for a coffee and a serious chat about what the hell they were doing here, but she knew that Kayla was way to absorbed in unpacking the shop and getting it ready before they opened shop tomorrow. So coffee was out of the question.

Turning away from the window Kyra moved an empty box out of her way with her foot and moved onto the next one, about to open it she stopped suddenly and hauled it up next to her on the window seat, staring at the box's label; "Photo albums". This was the part she was afraid of; it wasn't moving that scared her, unpacking, starting at a new school, being surrounded by strange people, it was finding and unpacking the old photo albums. It was still to soon, it was true that she may have been adopted but Kyra loved her family with all her heart and to have half of that family suddenly ripped away from her was…to painful to even begin to comprehend.

She remembered it like it was yesterday, the pain, the heartache, and the constant hope that they were about to walk through that door. It had happened almost a year and a half ago, the day her parents had died…stopping herself before she relapsed into the memories, the pain already starting to swell in her chest, Kyra picked up the box and hid it in the back of one of the closets. Closing the door she leaned her head against it and forced back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

"Someone looks like they could use a coffee," a voice stated from behind Kyra, spinning around she found herself facing Kayla who held out a to-go coffee cup to her. Taking it gratefully Kyra went back to her place on the window seat and sat down, staring out the window and sipping her coffee absentmindedly.

"It's not your fault you know." Kayla said, having followed Kyra back into the lounge room.

"Isn't it?" Kyra said quietly, knowing exactly what Kayla was talking about even though they hardly ever talked about it.

"You weren't driving the other car, Kyra."

"No, but I was in the car with mum and dad, and I lived. How did I live, Kayla?"

"What do you mean?"

"They died instantly, and I lived. It should have been me, if it was me maybe they would be here now."

"Don't-."

"Don't what? Don't what, huh? Don't beat myself up for killing them? I've already done enough of that, no I haven't!" Kyra started to shout, she didn't mean to get so angry but she had made up her mind. If she hadn't insisted on going to pick up Dante from the bus station, they would never have gotten in the car. It was her fault, she knew it.

"Kyra, your just upset. It was just their time…I know they wouldn't want you to blame yourself, would they?"

"I- that's not the point…" Kyra said quietly, knowing she was beaten. No they wouldn't want her to be this way, she knew that. The endless dreams had told her. "I'm going to bed." She stated curtly, getting up and placing the still half-full coffee cup on a box before disappearing into the next room.

Sighing Kayla picked up the coffee cup and took both of them downstairs, if she was going to get this shop ready for open tomorrow she was going to need a lot of coffee.

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"Kyra! Didn't I tell you to get up ten minutes ago? I need your help dragging some stuff up from the basement, especially this clock I got just before we left Metropolis. It's massive and I can't move it on my own so hurry up and get up!" Kayla exclaimed ripping the blankets of Kyra's bed and tearing the curtains open. Turning back to her sister she noticed Kyra was still stubbornly unmoveable, she rolled her eyes and stalked out of the room, heading for the stairs.

Kyra moaned and rolled over, squinting at her alarm clock. Groaning at the sight of a large illuminated 8:00 she rolled over again and this time almost fell out of bed. Ok, there it was, her wake up call. Squealing and flinging her arms forward to brace her fall she stopped herself just in time. Sitting up she pushed her hair away from her face and got up, noticing the noise coming from outside she went to the window and stared out at main street Smallville. Needless to say she was almost surprised at the amount of people out there, it had to be most of the townsfolk…at eight o'clock! A.m.! On a Sunday morning!

Thinking the people of this place were nuts Kyra grabbed a pair of jeans and her plainest shirt, she wanted to melt into the crowd, not stand out. Heading for the bathroom and a hot shower she didn't even hear the bell jingle from below.

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Nearly Two hours later Kyra found herself helping Kayla haul boxes up from the basement. It wasn't that she was slow, or take ages to get ready it was just that Kayla wasn't kidding when she said the grandfather clock was heavy. It had taken them the better part of half an hour to pull the thing up the basement steps and a further ten minutes just trying to get it out to the front of the shop.

Kayla put one of the boxes down on a tabletop and tried to catch her breath again. She wiped a hand across her forehead and tightened the haphazard ponytail she had her hair up in.

"You know, this woman came in this morning, just to welcome us to Smallville. But anyway she had her son with her and you would not believe how much he looked like you. Same blue eyes, except his hair wasn't brunette like yours, it was black…but seriously, those eyes…" Kayla commented, coming in from outback and looking over at her younger sister who clearly wasn't listening to a word she was saying. Sighing in irritation she walked back out and didn't see Kyra's look as she watched her go.

Kyra's eyes connected with the old grandfather clock as she watched her sister go, perhaps it was a trick of the light but she could have sworn that for a second the leaf pattern down either side of the clock had glowed green. Letting curiosity get the better of her Kyra moved closer to the clock and her eyes went wide as the leaf pattern began to glow again.

Clearly this was no ordinary clock, as it glowed brighter with each step she took. She wanted desperately to move away from it but it was like the clock was drawing her on until she stood right in front of it and its innards, which had been just ordinary wood and clock parts a second ago, glowed green and symbols began to sketch themselves onto the inside. She frowned, not knowing what it meant, but leaned closer trying to see it better.

"Kyra…" A scream tried to escape Kyra's lips but no sound came out as she stared at the symbols. "It is time my daughter…" A gasp escaped her lips this time as the entire clock was engulfed by a blinding light and a single symbol stood out.

"Kyra? What's going on in-." Kayla asked cautiously as she came in from the back to find Kyra standing in front of…god who knows what, as Kyra leaned forward the thing exploded and, for a split second, Kyra was surrounded by a bright green light before it died and she bore the brunt of the explosion for real. Kayla screamed as Kyra was sent flying backwards hitting the floor with a thud, apparently unconscious.

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Gasping, Kyra woke up, her eyes flying open to take in her surroundings. The whole room looked like it was made out of icicles so-to-speak. But it was more than that, it was like crystal. The floor was made of octagonal crystals, which she presumed to be quite thick otherwise they would be supporting her weight right now. The walls were criss-crossing crystal cylinders and the ceiling mimicked the floor except that the crystals were all at different heights. Really, it was quite beautiful, but it was like nowhere on earth and certainly not anywhere in Smallville. She sat up from the bench she had been lying on, which had actually been comfortable and warm instead of cold and hard.

Letting her eyes take in her surroundings Kyra got up and immediately looked down at her new attire, it was a pure white dress that fitted perfectly to her curves and flowed freely the further down her body it got. It was beautiful to say the least and was comfortable to boot, the sleeves went all the way down to her wrists, as the hem swept the floor and the neckline left much to the imagination. Because she wouldn't want to show any skin, oh no. That was when she noticed the symbol on the chest of her dress, it was silver an stood out slightly to make it more noticeable, it resembled a diamond shape with an eight in the middle and strange though it was, Kyra couldn't help but feel it looked all to familiar.

Her fingers tracing the shape Kyra wondered over to one of the walls and jumped back in surprise, a squeal escaping her lips, as a large octagon shaped window appeared in the wall. Peering through it Kyra could tell that the sun had just sunk below the horizon and as she looked out over the land she knew she was no longer on earth. "Oh, Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." She murmured to herself staring at the grey land in front of her eyes, it was nothing like the room. Whereas the room was beautiful and warm, the land appeared barren and cold. There were no trees and everywhere large cracks, some the size of canyons, lay in the land.

"Kyra?" Kyra started as a voice sounded behind her and she spun around, afraid of what she might find. But as she laid eyes on the speaker she instantly became calm, because like this place, he seemed familiar to her to even though she had never met him before.

The man, well, boy really – he appeared the same age as her – stepped forward, his bright blue eyes boring into hers. …she had her son with her and you would not believe how much he looked like you. Same blue eyes, except his hair wasn't brunette like yours, it was black…but seriously, those eyes… Kayla's words crept over Kyra as she stared at the boy, was it possible she was dreaming about someone she had never met?

"Kyra, what are you doing here? If my parents catch us here they'll never put me in that spaceship and I'll never get sent to Earth, you know that. Come on, we've gotta get out of here before…" He stopped, his head turned slightly like he was listening. "They're coming…hide!" The boy whispered and pulled her behind a bunch of crystal that was sticking out of the wall, where he drew her to the ground and pulled her closer before holding a finger to his lips and watching the middle of the room.

Kyra wondered what the heck the boy was going on about but turned back to the middle of the room and was surprised to see what could only be explained as a spaceship sitting in the middle of it. "When-?" She began but the stranger put a hand over her mouth momentarily before pulling it away and watching the door now instead.

"Quickly Lara, put Kal-El in the ship, there isn't much time." A man with white hair said hurrying into the room, a young woman following in his footsteps, clinging to a bright red, blue and yellow sheet like her life depended on it. The man was wearing the same clothes as the boy next to Kyra, a fitting white jump suit with a silver diamond, with an eight on the inside, emblazoned upon his chest.

"Jor-El…" The woman, Lara, started but stopped as the man stood in front of one of the walls and began moving crystals around, making the ceiling slide open and the planet's dire situation obvious. The sun hung above the planet, it was a dull red and obviously dying fast. But Kyra took no notice of it as the woman stepped up to the ship and laid the blankets inside, revealing for a split second the tiny hand of a baby.

The older man, Jor-El, stepped up to the ship and after putting an arm around his now sobbing wife, "Goodbye…my son, Kal-El." Jor-El opened his hand and a metal disk flew down into the ship and as the ship began to close Kyra began to get an odd sensation in her chest. Gasping loudly she fell backwards, her eyes sliding closed, before they opened again and she found herself in a hospital room looking up at Kayla.

"Kal-El…" Kyra murmured before she blacked out again.

TBC…

A/N: I wasn't going to the do the whole "Clark leaving Krypton" thing it just…turned out that way, but I rather like it so, go me! Unfortunately I couldn't remember Jor-El's whole speech and what not, and I watched the Smallville version of Clark's leaving but that didn't suit so I went my own way. But yes…hope you liked! XD Don't forget to leave a review for yours truly, it would be most appreciated. Thanks!

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