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"Oracle!!" Dinah shouted again.
"She's out with Wade," came Helena's voice, "what is it, Dinah?"
"I- I- Clark- um..." Dinah stuttered, unsure of how to put it, " he was in a time warp." She finished quickly.
"Oh my God! Is that what it is? How do you know? Can I go back home?" asked Clark in a panic.
Dinah exhaled sharply, slightly exasperated. "I think that's what it is. Huntress don't you think so?" Dinah asked, wanting to pin some of the pressure on her 'sister'.
"Yeah, I got sucked into a freakish alternate reality in the past. I remember every single thing that ever happened in it. I can't remember how I got back, but you show all the signs of it and,"
"You can go back." Interrupted Dinah. She looked at Clark, who's concerned expression went instantly away.
Alfred came in suddenly, carrying a lunch tray. "Is something wrong down here? It seems rather loud. I heard some shouting."
"Everything's fine, Alfred. Thanks for the lunch!" Helena seized the basket, grabbing a large portion of lunch. "Could you get me some Pop- Tarts?"
"Fine, Miss. Would you like any particular flavor? I do believe we have some Sponge- Bob ones."
"Ooh! Yay!!!" screeched Helena.
Dinah let out a giggle. Sometimes Helena was like a child. "Anyway, Clark, do you remember anything about where you lived?"
There was a pause in which Clark tried his hardest to remember something. Anything!
"No. I don't remember anything but what I already told you. That's bad, right?"
"Of course it's bad, genius!" said Helena, this close to totally losing it on him. " What did you think, we're all magical and can immediately answer your questions? Because you are wrong!"
But Clark was neither listening to her, nor looking at her. He was staring at Dinah. "You remind me of someone..." he mumbled, letting his sentence trail off.
Flashback, Clark's memories
There was a whistling sound. He was standing in a gym, talking to a pretty blond girl, with short hair and blue eyes. She was yelling something.
"Clark, it's always Lana, Lana, Lana. Did you ever think that maybe you should have asked her out here?? Don't you realize I'm a human being too??"
"Chloe, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to upset you, but it's just that she- she's still upset about Whitney. You know it. You live with her, remember? She might make an unwise decision!" The girl- Chloe- was obviously still mad at him. "Whatever, Clark. I'm going to go get some punch." She stalked off, miffed even more because he had not offered to go get it for her. He sighed and decided to wait for her. But the sight of Lana standing with that boy... it made him mad. He walked over to her, just as Chloe came back with the punch.
"Geez, Clark! Ask ME on a date then come flirt with Prom Queen here?"
"Chloe," Lana broke in, clearing her throat gently, "he was merely asking me how I'm feeling." She glanced at the boy standing next to her and added in a tough voice, "You got a problem with that?"
The whistling got louder, cutting off Chloe's response. A giant twister was in the making. People shrieked and ran for safety. Clark turned to Lex, who was chaperoning.
"Come on, Clark," said the bald billionaire urgently, "we have to go. Now!"
"But what about everyone else.." Clark trailed off as Lex grabbed him and brought him to the car. Clark protested mildly as they drove along the highway.
"Lex, this is a very bad idea. What about Lana and Chloe?"
"Calm down. They'll be fine. As will everyone else." Lex answered softly, though Clark knew it was the worst twister since he'd been in Kansas.
When the two got back to the mansion, Lex led Clark into a secret room.
"What's this?" Clark demanded over the loud roar of the cyclone.
"This, Clark, is a special machine of mine. I wanted to test it before now, but it's an emergency. This is the worst cyclone ever to hit Kansas, Clark. I want to make sure someone survives it."
Clark opened his mouth to protest, but his mind wouldn't let him. Some tiny corner of his brain understood why Lex was doing this.
"But Lex, why me?" he questioned. Lex didn't respond, only pushed some buttons and shoved Clark into the machine. There was a loud, unearthly shrieking sound as the roof got ripped off the mansion.
"Lex!" shouted Clark. Then there was a loud beep, he began to spin, colors flashing before his eyes, and then all went black.
"Clark!" yelled a voice. He looked up and saw Dinah staring at him.
"Chloe?" he whispered, confused.
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"Oracle!!" Dinah shouted again.
"She's out with Wade," came Helena's voice, "what is it, Dinah?"
"I- I- Clark- um..." Dinah stuttered, unsure of how to put it, " he was in a time warp." She finished quickly.
"Oh my God! Is that what it is? How do you know? Can I go back home?" asked Clark in a panic.
Dinah exhaled sharply, slightly exasperated. "I think that's what it is. Huntress don't you think so?" Dinah asked, wanting to pin some of the pressure on her 'sister'.
"Yeah, I got sucked into a freakish alternate reality in the past. I remember every single thing that ever happened in it. I can't remember how I got back, but you show all the signs of it and,"
"You can go back." Interrupted Dinah. She looked at Clark, who's concerned expression went instantly away.
Alfred came in suddenly, carrying a lunch tray. "Is something wrong down here? It seems rather loud. I heard some shouting."
"Everything's fine, Alfred. Thanks for the lunch!" Helena seized the basket, grabbing a large portion of lunch. "Could you get me some Pop- Tarts?"
"Fine, Miss. Would you like any particular flavor? I do believe we have some Sponge- Bob ones."
"Ooh! Yay!!!" screeched Helena.
Dinah let out a giggle. Sometimes Helena was like a child. "Anyway, Clark, do you remember anything about where you lived?"
There was a pause in which Clark tried his hardest to remember something. Anything!
"No. I don't remember anything but what I already told you. That's bad, right?"
"Of course it's bad, genius!" said Helena, this close to totally losing it on him. " What did you think, we're all magical and can immediately answer your questions? Because you are wrong!"
But Clark was neither listening to her, nor looking at her. He was staring at Dinah. "You remind me of someone..." he mumbled, letting his sentence trail off.
Flashback, Clark's memories
There was a whistling sound. He was standing in a gym, talking to a pretty blond girl, with short hair and blue eyes. She was yelling something.
"Clark, it's always Lana, Lana, Lana. Did you ever think that maybe you should have asked her out here?? Don't you realize I'm a human being too??"
"Chloe, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to upset you, but it's just that she- she's still upset about Whitney. You know it. You live with her, remember? She might make an unwise decision!" The girl- Chloe- was obviously still mad at him. "Whatever, Clark. I'm going to go get some punch." She stalked off, miffed even more because he had not offered to go get it for her. He sighed and decided to wait for her. But the sight of Lana standing with that boy... it made him mad. He walked over to her, just as Chloe came back with the punch.
"Geez, Clark! Ask ME on a date then come flirt with Prom Queen here?"
"Chloe," Lana broke in, clearing her throat gently, "he was merely asking me how I'm feeling." She glanced at the boy standing next to her and added in a tough voice, "You got a problem with that?"
The whistling got louder, cutting off Chloe's response. A giant twister was in the making. People shrieked and ran for safety. Clark turned to Lex, who was chaperoning.
"Come on, Clark," said the bald billionaire urgently, "we have to go. Now!"
"But what about everyone else.." Clark trailed off as Lex grabbed him and brought him to the car. Clark protested mildly as they drove along the highway.
"Lex, this is a very bad idea. What about Lana and Chloe?"
"Calm down. They'll be fine. As will everyone else." Lex answered softly, though Clark knew it was the worst twister since he'd been in Kansas.
When the two got back to the mansion, Lex led Clark into a secret room.
"What's this?" Clark demanded over the loud roar of the cyclone.
"This, Clark, is a special machine of mine. I wanted to test it before now, but it's an emergency. This is the worst cyclone ever to hit Kansas, Clark. I want to make sure someone survives it."
Clark opened his mouth to protest, but his mind wouldn't let him. Some tiny corner of his brain understood why Lex was doing this.
"But Lex, why me?" he questioned. Lex didn't respond, only pushed some buttons and shoved Clark into the machine. There was a loud, unearthly shrieking sound as the roof got ripped off the mansion.
"Lex!" shouted Clark. Then there was a loud beep, he began to spin, colors flashing before his eyes, and then all went black.
"Clark!" yelled a voice. He looked up and saw Dinah staring at him.
"Chloe?" he whispered, confused.
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