Title: Time Traveller

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Smallville. I also own Peter Pan, Superman, and Batman. Pfft. Don't be jealous, I'm just luckier than you.

Spoilers: Not in this chapter but their might be a few coming up soon…

Setting: Post "Rosetta", pre "Visitor" – add some of my own episodes. XD.

A/N: Oh my god, another chapter! And so soon. –Has information overload- But I just couldn't wait, had to keep writing, because I may know in short how the story turns out and roughly how each of the chapters are supposed to go but what I write in them is just as much as surprise to me as it is to you. I mean, really, I'm already stunned at the fact that the stories turning out to be half good! 0.o…

cHoCoLaTe-cHiHuAhUa: Naw, thanks, I rather liked the whole Clark/Lana thing also. But their shant be much more of that anymore, being a Clois fan myself…

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Chapter Three – Kryptonite Clock

Chloe and Clark stood in front of the front window of the shop, the lights were off and the whole area was taped off – like that had ever stopped Chloe – the shop looked relatively abandoned to Clark, seeing no one in sight through the window and, with the help of x-ray vision, only one person upstairs, whom he presumed was the older sister. He looked around to tell Chloe this and found that she was gone; turning around confusedly he wondered where she'd got too. Hearing a tapping on the window behind him he turned slowly to face Chloe who waved her hand at him and beckoned him to join her. He hurriedly stumbled over the tape and opened the door, Chloe was already there and holding the bell to stop it from jingling. So it appeared they were breaking and entering now, Chloe really would do anything for a story…

"You know Chloe," Clark muttered. "This is breaking and entering."

"No…" Chloe whispered back, "It's investigative reporting…Sometimes you have to break a few rules to get what you need." Clark smiled to himself at this as they look around the packed room.

"What exactly are we looking for, Chloe?" Clark asked looking around him and seeing a lot of junk but not a lot of proof of aliens.

"Proof." Chloe stated simply before moving away from him and examining the objects of the store as if she'd just strolled in here to have a look. Clark had no idea what 'proof' was supposed to mean but he moved off in the opposite direction to Chloe, looking for anything that looked like blown-up clock bits or Kryptonian symbols. Suddenly Chloe appeared at his shoulder and tapped, almost giving him a heart attack – seems she could add sneaking up on unexpecting people to the list now.

"Let's take a look out the back," Chloe breathed in his ear and led the way to the back of the store. With every step that they got closer to outback Clark began to get steadily sicker, wondering what kryptonite had to do with this Clark followed Chloe and almost blacked out when the pain reached it's summit suddenly. Nevertheless he tried to stumble away from a glowing green clock stored next to the door to outback.

"Clark?" Chloe squeaked feeling his hand slip out of hers, she turned around to find Clark on the floor obviously in a lot of pain. Looking up she saw the clock but was currently more worried about Clark to examine it; she kneeled down next to Clark and looked down at him again. Her eyes widened when she realised he had blacked out and was hardly breathing. "Clark!" She half shrieked this time; shaking him she felt tears prick her eyes. What was wrong with him? The only time she'd ever seen him like this was when he was sick a few months ago. She stopped herself from remembering that day and tried to shake Clark awake again. "Clark, what's wrong? Talk to me Clark…please!"

She heard feet hurtling down the stairs and a stressed looking young woman suddenly came into sight staring at the girl from this morning and the boy who had come in with his mother.

"What's wrong with him?" Kayla asked, not even noticing the clock that had supposedly blown-up sitting comfortably in it's spot as ever. Chloe shook her head and tried to lift Clark up, she was unsuccessful seen as he had like twice the muscle weight she did, without a word between the girls Kayla picked up his feet and together they managed to drag him out back. Kayla turned and slammed the door shut and Clark's colour picked up slightly, and his eyelids flickered ever so slightly. His breathing also evened out slowly and eventually it appeared that he was just sleeping.

"What the hell was that?" Kayla asked Chloe, staring down at Clark worriedly.

"I'm wondering the same thing. Trust me." Chloe breathed. She almost jumped out of her skin when a disembodied voice called out, "Kal-El…" The two girls whipped around, forcing themselves through the door and staring around them wildly, looking for the voice.

"Kal-El, my son…I am waiting…find her, Kal-El, find her…" The voice boomed again and then dissipated but left both girls staring at the clock, from which the voice had originated. Kayla shrieked and ran up to the clock, facing it completely and looking at the inside but nothing out of the ordinary was inside, it was just an ordinary clock now. Chloe however hadn't moved, the wheels in her mind began to turn quickly. My son…son…but, Clark? Was Clark Kal-El, he was the only one capable of being "son" in the store. And find whom? She was so confused, of course she knew Clark was adopted, but that his father was a disembodied voice inside a clock?

"Chloe?" She turned to find Clark leaning weakly against the doorjamb, staring at her oddly. "What happened?"

"You collapsed Clar-." She stared but Kayla started shrieking at the clock behind her.

"What did you do to my sister, huh? What? Open you stupid thing! Leave my sister alone, if you hurt her I swear I'll turn you to matchsticks!" Clark and Chloe stared at her, they obviously thought she was losing it; their expressions said it all.

"…Uh…Kayla, wasn't it? Are you ok, do you want a coffee or something?" Chloe asked, hoping Kayla was her actual name. She stood behind Kayla by now and almost forcefully turned her around, Clark, they could see, was heading to the front of the store – taking a wide berth around the clock, that kryptonite was so strong he was amazed he had felt it affects from a mile away. The further he got from the clock the better he felt and within moments he was outside breathing in the fresh air.

"Come on, Clark, coffee." Chloe said, wondering what had happened to their other latte's. She had forgotten about them completely until right now. On her arm was Kayla who was still staring through the window of the shop, trying to spot the clock doing something suss, but it sat their innocently as ever.

"Ah, no thanks, Chloe. I should probably get home and do my chores, I kind of neglected them this morning." Clark said glancing back at the shop before turning quickly and heading back to his pick-up truck up the street. Chloe sighed, she still hadn't forgotten about the whole 'Kal-El' thing but she doubted Clark could be him. Clark was…Clark afterall.

"And then there were two," she said as she half-dragged Kayla up the street to the Talon again. Inside the shop the clocks insides began to glow again and symbols sketched themselves on the inside.

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Kyra lay in her hospital bed staring up at the white ceiling above her, she was bored out of her mind here but the doctors had insisted she stay overnight for observation, that being the reason why Kayla had gone back to the apartment to get some things for her. Kyra looked over at the door as her vision begin to blur and she grew drowsy, she could she felt herself detach from…herself as she floated away into sleep and was unwillingly committed to another strange dream, her hand reached out for the nurses button, but never quite got that far.

"You will gain control of your abilities soon my daughter, but you must first learn to accept them…" A woman's voice called to her in the darkness before she found herself standing in surreally real looking caves, she turned to around and found herself facing a large cave drawing. Lots of circles inside circles with symbols drawn through it and a circular looking hole in the middle. She ran her hand over it and almost had a heart attack when someone said her name right behind her.

"Kyra?" She swung around and found herself facing the same boy from her last dream, only donned in a flannel – where did he get his style sense? – shirt and jeans this time. "What are you doing here?" He asked suspiciously, glancing over her shoulder at the cave drawing.

She knew what she had to do as if someone else was telling her to do it; she held out her hand to the boy and looked him straight in the eyes. "I can show you what you need to know…trust me?" She said, not taking her eyes off his.

The boy looked down at her hand and slowly took it, within seconds she found herself standing in some kind of crystal palace, almost just like the one from her previous dream. But it was wilder, and a lot colder. She shivered as she looked around and let go of the boy's hand, who stepped forward staring straight in front of them. Glancing up at him, Kyra followed his line if vision and found what he was looking. There was a man their, who was strangely enough donned in a red cape and looked somewhat like a superhero from the comic books. The man turned and the last thing Kyra saw before the vision dissolved was an 'S' inside a diamond shape on his chest.

They were left standing back where they were in the last dream, both of them donned as in the last dream. The boy was still staring at the spot where the superhero had been; he had a strange look on his face. Kyra however looked around them, realising quite a few different things about the place. This time there was a door and the window was open without her having to approach it. In the middle of the room stood a crib, half-finished.

"What is this?" The boy asked finally looking around as well, his eyes falling on the crib at long last.

"It's what you need to know." Kyra said simply, before her eyes widened that had not been what she meant to say. She took his hand in hers, again not what she wanted to do, and moved towards the crib leading him their. They stood over the half-finished crib and looked down at it. On the inside was a shiny blue, yellow and red baby blanket with a curly 'K' inscribed upon it. Also a locket was curled upon the bundle, just as the boy was reaching out to take it the dream dissolved again and they were back inside the wild looking crystal castle, Kyra looked around for the man who had been here last time but there was no sign of him.

It was here that she began to feel dizzy again and with a tiny 'oh' she fainted and woke up again looking up at the ceiling of the hospital. What the hell is going on…she wondered as her breathing returned to normal, she hadn't even realised been holding her breath during the dream.

She turned her head again and wondered where she had seen that 'S' sign before. She couldn't remember but for some reason it felt so familiar. The whole dream did, even the boy she had never even really met.

TBC…

A/N: 0.o And so the plot thickens…just so as not to confuse anyone, that last bit with Kyra and Clark was, in fact, a dream…of the future, dun dun dun. Heh. Um…yes, they shall be meeting in the next chapter just in case you'd like to know. So, yes, please, please, PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! It would be much appreciated. Oh my god, I just found out Guy Sebastian has a song called Kryptonite! Someone's a fan of Superman! –Sings along- Cause baaaaby you're my kryptooooooonite! Lol. Ta!

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