A/N: I don't own these characters or the shows they come from. I'm just borrowing them for awhile.

"Aha!" Chloe exclaimed as she got off the phone. She and Pete were at the Torch, where she worked on the school newspaper and various mysteries.

"What did you find out?" Pete asked.

"Well, that was Brian, he's one of Lex's gardeners at the mansion, you know his son Kevin, we have English Lit. together and I helped him on that paper?"

Pete nodded.

Chloe continued. "Well, he was outside when two vans came up the drive. Lex got out of one and went inside, and came back with a bag and got back in the van. Brian said the drivers looked military. He heard from the housekeeper that Lex will be away for a while, but he didn't take any of his cars."

"Hey, that's weird." Pete said.

"You bet it is. And it's even weirder that it's the same night the Kents left, and left their truck behind too. It would be strange that Lex knows Clark's alleged uncle, right? Something is definitely up." Chloe finished.

"You're right. But how are we going to find out where they went? Lex didn't say anything, did he? And that's assuming that Lex went with Clark and his folks." Pete added.

"Oh, I'm sure Lex is with Clark and his parents. It's too coincidental. And there is no such thing as coincidence in Smallville. As for where they went-" Chloe slowly grinned.

"What?" Pete asked.

"Well, Brian said Lex didn't tell anyone where he was going, but for him to be getting in a van driven by the military is strange so Brian wrote down the license plate number just in case."

Pete grinned back at her. "And you're going to track the vans."

"Yep."

"You do realize it's invading their privacy, if Clark and his folks and Lex are mixed up with the military it might be something big and when Clark's ready he'll tell us about it." Pete finished.

Chloe just looked at him.

Pete's face dissolved into a smile. "Nah, you're right, let's find out what's up."

The two intrepid investigators continued their hunt.

Clark rubbed his shoulder self-consciously then winced. After his quick healing demonstration Dr. Frasier had insisted on bandaging the wound anyway. Col. O'Neill had found a jacket large enough to fit the teen and they had all gone to a new briefing room. Gen. Hammond had personally passed around several folders. After carefully reading every page and then double-checking it, Lex wrote a few additions and corrections and then passed his folder back to the General.

"Have those printed and we'll sign them, as well as you signing your copies. Then get it notarized and we'll be in business." He said.

Gen. Hammond's eyes narrowed and O'Neill hid a snicker.

"Fine." The older officer grunted.

He handed the folders to a sergeant and asked if anyone would like something to drink.

"Water would be nice." Martha said, getting nods from her husband and son.

The refreshment was brought quickly, the SG team sneaking glances at Clark while they waited for the updated papers to arrive.

Lex had always suspected that Clark was different but to see something happen before his eyes and not get head trauma afterwards and to also have corroborating witnesses was amazing. He knew for a fact now that Clark had saved his life and the lives of others on many occasions using extraordinary abilities and he was determined to protect his young friend from anything the military might want to do to him. Clark and his parents trusted him to help them, and that had not happened for Lex in a long time. The feelings that brought up overrode even his natural curiosity. He looked up as the sergeant re-entered the room.

General Hammond accepted the folders and passed them out again, re-reading the contents. Then he looked around expectantly. The four from Smallville were reading over the material, and Clark and his parents looked at Lex, who nodded. Martha nodded too, she was as satisfied as she could be. They all signed, and Lex watchfully waited for the military people to do the same. They did, and a notary-trained assistant came in and notarized the documents. Lex made sure all the Kents and he had a copy, and then the assistant left and silence reigned in the room.

Daniel broke it.

"So," he said, looking at Clark. "Are there a lot of other people in Smallville like you?"

A/N add-ons: Sorry this took awhile and that it's a slow and short chapter. I had writer's block but I think it's better now and I'll try to post again very soon. Also, though I loved The Practice and legal shows, I know nothing about legal forms so I apologize for probably getting that part wrong. Thanks again for the reviews, and for the comment about reformatting-I'll give it a try. Though I love slash and read it by the ton, and also het (I secretly read Chlark-I'm equal opportunity) this fic is turning out to be gen. No romantic pairings whatsoever, except of course Jonathan and Martha. There will be friendship though-I miss the friendship. Have a good day!