Title: Chelsea Kent
Disclaimer: I dont own any character but chelsea!
This was my first Smallville fic. I like little sister fics so i wrote one of my own. Hope you like!
Chelsea Kent woke up in the middle of the night. After five minutes of ignoring her rumbling stomach, she slinked down the stairs. After making sure no one was around, she snuck a piece of double fudge chocolate cake out of the fridge.
"Busted." Chesea quickly turned around to find her brother Clark sitting at the kitchen table.
"How did you..." The words barely escaped her mouth before the answer hit her. "Superspeed? I should have known." He flashed her a smile.
"Don't worry kiddo. Your secret's safe with me... just as long as you cut me a slice too."
Clark really cared for his little sister. From the moment his parents brought her home, he felt the need to to take care of her. He was four years old when his parents explained that "Mama couldn't make a baby in her tummy." So when he was five and his parents told him he was getting a sister, he was more than surprised.
"Mama's havin a baby?" Little Clark asked.
"Something like that darling" his mother Martha sighed. "Your new little sister is gonna be adopted. She's three years old already. She's not gonna be in Mama's tummy, but we're gonna love her just the same."
"A-dobtib? Like me?" Little Clark asked. Martha smiled and nodded as did his father Jonathan.
The next morning
"I think we were robbed last night" Martha Kent said calmly while she made washed dishes.
"What?" Chelsea asked almost choking on her waffle.
"Well how else would you explain two missing pieces of chocolate cake?" They both smiled and went back to what they were doing as Jonathan entered the kitchen.
"Mornin Sugar Plum" he said kissing chelsea on the forhead. "Where's your brother?"
Chelsea shrugged. "It's Saturday morning. Where do you think?"
"Clark Kent! We have to get to the farmer's market!" Jonathan yelled up to his son. "Chelsea can you start loading the truck while I wake up your brother."
"Sure Dad." Just then they all heard the all to familiar sound of a superspeeding Clark Kent. In less ten seconds he rushed down the stairs.
"Good Morning Sleepy Head." Jonathan said.
"Sorry. I broke my alarm clock...again" He said grabbing a piece of bread and turning it into toast.
"Well toast isn't a real breakfast" Martha said grabbing the bread out of his hand. "Go help your sister load the truck and I'll put some stuff in a plastic container for you."
"Thanks mom." Clark said. "Come on midget! I'll race you." With that both teens took off. Even with his powers, Chelsea always beat him at races. They both knew he let her win, but never said anything about it. Even after she did her victory dance.
As they finished to loading the truck Chelsea tugged on Clark's shirt the way she had done since they were kids. "Clark, I gotta tell you something cuz if I don't I'll burst. But you can't freak and you have to promise not to tell anyone, even Mom and Dad."
"What's going on Chels?" Clark asked nervously.
"Promise!"
"Okay, okay! I promise" He was still unsure though. He knew his little sister. When she talked as fast as a bullet, it wasn't usually a good thing.
"Mrs. Wasley sent in one of my short stories to a competition." Chelsea started
"Since when do you write short stories. Why haven't I seen them?" Clark asked.
"I didn't want you guys to read them. I mean family has to say they like your stuff. It's like, in the rules or something. Mom still says she thinks my macaroni necklaces from first grade are art." She babbled. "Anyways, she sent it in and I won Clark! First prize!"
"That's great kiddo! Why would you keep that a secret?"
"Well the winner gets a spot at the Rising Young Authors summer program, which is like amazing and almost impossible to get into." Chelsea sighed
"Still not seeing the problem Chels."
"It's in Metropolis Clark. I can't just leave the family. I know you're like eight farmhands in one, but i like to do my part too. Leaving for the whole summer would be wrong. Besides I would have to live in a co-ed dorm, pretty much unsupervised. And even in the highly unlikely chance Dad would ever even think about letting me go, there's still the issue of the scholarship money."
"Why?" Clark said.
"The benefactor is... Lionel Luther." Clark sighed. He knew his baby sister was in a lose lose situation. "Clark there is no way Daddy's gonna let me take that money and without it..." Chelsea broke off.
"It's ok" Clark said pulling her into a hug.
"You two ready?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah Dad." Clark said.
Dinner
"This is really good Martha" Jonathan said between forkfuls of mashed potatoes.
"Well thanks, but I didn't make them." Martha said eyeing Chelsea.
"No way. You cooked sugar plum?" Chelsea nodded. "Well nice job. This is great." But she wasn't paying attention to them. She was sort of working on autopilot: passing the peas, laughing at jokes, etc. Martha and Jonathan didn't really notice. Normally she didn't eat that much anyway (at least not nearly as much as Clark). It was when she picked at her cheese cake and barely ate half of her ice cream, both parents had to do a double take.
"Chelsea" Martha said concerned. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
"It's nothing really." Chelsea sighed. "But, uh, I wrote this story for English and Mrs. Wasley said it was really good and she sent it in to these people- this contest. A-and yesterday she told me I won first prize. I get to go to the Rising Young Authors summer program in Metropolis."
"Wow," Jonathan said smiling "that's amazing."
"I've heard about this program before while I was working for Lionel. It's supposed to be incredible." Martha laughed.
"Why would Lionel Luther know anything about it?" Jonathan asked.
"Because, um, he's sponsoring me." Chelsea said. There was silence at the table.
"She deserves to go and besides it's a really great opportunity, Dad." Clark said trying to break the tension.
All eyes were on Jonathan. "Well," He said "Your mother and I will discuss it after we find out the details."
"You're kidding." Chelsea practically fell out of her chair.
Jonathan put his hand on top of hers. "I don't want to let the they way Lionel has chosen to lead his life deprive my daughter of a great opportunity."
The Loft
"He's gonna think about it! I can't believe he's actually thinking about letting me going."
"Chelsea, I know." Clark said for the third time "I was there."
"Thank you for that, by the way." Chelsea said
"For what?" Clark asked.
"Being there"
"Always."
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Clark man, you up here?"
"Yeah Pete" Clark called down.
"Hey Chelsea." Pete waived. Clark always referred to Pete and Chelsea as "Jack and Kelly Osborne." As her brothers best friend and the only person outside of family that knew about Clark's powers, Pete was like family. They would fight like banshees, but if Chelsea was in trouble and couldn't find Clark, Pete was the one to find. "So Clark, you ready for the movies?" Pete asked. Clark nodded.
"Hi Chelsea." Chelsea turned around to find Tyler Ross making his way up the stairs.
"He just had to play tag-along tonight" Pete said pointing to his younger brother.
"I'm not following you. I just needed a ride. We're not going to see the same movie, are we?" Tyler said.
"What are you going to see?" Chelsea asked.
"The Hidden River." Tyler said, a bit embarrassed.
"He's going to see a chic flick by himself," Pete said to Clark "can you believe it?"
"Chic flick?" Chelsea said "Pete what are you, in the third grade?" Tyler laughed out loud and even Clark couldn't hide his trademark smile. "I heard that it's a pretty decent movie." She continued
"Then why don't you tag too." Pete offered.
The Loft the next day
While Pete, Clark, Chloe and Lana worked on homework in the kitchen. Chelsea and Tyler talked in the loft.
"So do you miss middle school?" Tyler asked
"Not really." Chelsea said. "Why? Do you."
Tyler thought about it. "No!" He laughed. "I miss us being in the same classes." They looked at each other for a bit.
"Are you gonna kiss me?" Chelsea asked. Tyler slowly moved in and finally kissed her. It felt like time was standing still...until it was ruined.
"Chelsea!" Jonathan screamed. "What is going on here?"
Chelsea's room
Chelsea waited patiently for dinner. She had been in her room since her dad caught her kissing Tyler in the loft. She hadn't been grounded (yet). She just couldn't bear to face her parents. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock at her door, but was relieved when she saw it was only her brother. She was a little less happy when she saw the smile plastered on his face.
"Please don't even start." She begged.
"Dad caught you making out in the loft." he snickered. "That's the best thing EVER."
"It is not. He told you?" she asked
"No. He told Mom and I kinda used my gifts to eaves-drop."
"Great to know they're going to good use." Chelsea scoffed. "So did he sound really mad?"
"I don't think so. I couldn't really tell."
"Clark! Chelsea! Dinner!" Martha called.
"I guess it's time to find out" He laughed.
Dinner
The usual lively banter at the Kent dinner table was replaced by deafening silence. When Clark and Chelsea were finished they put their dishes in the dishwasher and started for the stairs.
"Chelsea," Martha said calling her back over to the dinner table.
Once Clark had gone upstairs and Jonathan joined them, they began to discuss what happened in the loft.
"We aren't angry with you sweetheart." Martha said.
"We are a bit surprised and a little disappointed." Jonathan said. There was something about the way he said it that rubbed Chelsea the wrong way. Suddenly her fears of this conversation were all gone.
"Surprised? Dissapointed?" she asked. "I'm sorry about the situation, but I'm 15. I really don't think I did anything wrong."
"Chelsea." Martha said in a warning tone. Chelsea may have been adopted, but she definitely got her temper from Jonathan and Martha didn't want to even come close to a fight.
"No Mom, Clark's been in love with Lana for...ever. No one was ever surprised at that. I kissed a guy, what's the big deal?"
"How are we supposed to trust you in a co-ed dormitory un-chaperoned if we can't trust you here?" Her father asked.
"Jonathan." Martha sighed
"Trust? For as long as I can remember, I've had to be careful what I said or did because of the secrets in this family. I never had any birthday parties or played sports, because people would wonder why Clark didn't. I've tried my best to help protect our lives any way I could. Now I kiss some guy and all of that means nothing? Fine!" Chelsea ran up the stairs.
Chelsea's room
Chelsea was still laying on her bed a half an hour after her fight with her parents. She held on tight to her stuffed bear "Jamu." She'd had him since she was little when she went to the fair with her family and Jonathan won it for her at the dunk-tank. She was so deep in thought she didn't even hear Clark come in.
"Hey Chels." He said sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Hi." Chelsea said tears drenching her face.
Clark's heart was almost broken in two. What he lacked in physical pain always seemed to more than make up for with emotional pain. Between Lana, Chloe, Pete, Lex and his family, something was always pulling on his heartstrings. He lifted Chelsea into a hug and raised her chin with his hand. "I heard the fight. This is all my fault." He said brushing away her tears. Chelsea looked up at him. She hated when he did that. He thought it was his duty to protect her- protect the world and anytime he thought there was trouble, it was always his fault. She'd told him a million times he was too hard on himself. Clark saw her denial of what he thought was the truth and continued without giving her the chance to speak. "Chelsea," he continued "you shouldn't have to bare the burdens I bring to this family. It's too much for you."
"No it's not. God, I just wish for one second everyone would just quit treating me with little kid gloves." she sighed. "This has nothing to do with your powers and everything to do with the fact that I'm growing up Clark. I wasn't even planning on going to this summer thing, but now i think it's the only way to show Mom and Dad I'm not a baby anymore. Maybe they don't understand that not all puberty comes in the form of x-ray vision."
Clark was surprised. Some how he'd missed the change she was talking about and had obviously gone through. He remembered when she first came home and was his little shadow, following his every move. He remembered when he first started middle school and he tortured her and they constantly fought about silly things. But when did she become this young woman?
Clarks Flashback
"I don wan yew to go Cwark!" Chelsea almost cried.
Martha Kent tied her son Clark's laces for his first day of school ever. "Chelsea, Clark will be back really soon."
"Yeah Chelsea." Clark said
"I wana go wit yew." Chelsea turned to her mother "Mama can I go wit Cwark?" Martha shook her dead no. "But Cwarks not gonna be my fren no more."
Clark looked at his little sister. "We're best friends. I'll be right back and you have Mama an Daddy an Jamu here all day."
"Pwomis?"
"Double pinky swear"
"Ready or not, here I come!" a ten year old Clark Kent yelled to his eight year old little sister. He super sped and checked her usual places to hide. Since they'd played hide and seek almost everyday and she only had three hiding places, he found her in four seconds.
"I win midget! It took you two minutes !" He said.
"No fair." Chelsea whined, "You used your powers, cheater."
"You didn't call no powers." Clark laughed "You have to do my chores for the week."
Lucky for Chelsea, Jonathon overheard the conversation. "Clark," he said, "don't trick your sister into doing your chores."
"But Dad," Clark started, but one look from Jonathan stopped him midsentence "Yes sir."
"Ha ha!" Chelsea smiled "You got yelled at." She did her annoying little sister song and dance.
"Clark?" Chelsea said. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah." He sighed "I was just thinking... how much I'm gonna miss you when you go to that summer thing."