A/N: I don't own these characters or the shows they come from. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Clark gazed around the busy cafeteria. He was sitting at a table with his parents, Lex and members of SG-1. Col. O'Neill had opted for the aforementioned oatmeal, and Clark had decided to give it a try. It wasn't too bad, especially with syrup added. His dad was on his second cup of coffee, and Daniel was busy telling them stories of the team's adventures. Clark had a feeling all the classified information had been edited out, but they still made lively tales. In return, Clark and his parents explained about some of the strange things like the meteor rock-changed bull that had gone on in Smallville, carefully leaving out any details that might give him away.
Clark's eyes fell on the other alien being present at the table. Teal'c cocked his head, looking at him gravely, and Clark flushed.
"Um," he said, then took a quick sip of coffee.
Daniel noticed his discomfiture. "That's right," he said, "You didn't hear how Teal'c joined our team. Jack, do you think…."
Daniel trailed off, looking at O'Neill. The leader of SG-1 nodded. He'd already talked with Gen. Hammond, and gotten the okay to fill the Smallville quartet in on some of their adventures (the classified parts left out, of course). He began the story, but nodded at Teal'c to join in, and by the end Martha's eyes were wide and Jonathan was holding a cold cup of coffee.
"So Col. O'Neill convinced you that you could help save those people and you turned against the Goa'uld, even though you were this first Prime?" Clark's eyes were wide, and his food was long cold.
"Yes, and I would do it again." The Jaffa replied. "The Goa'uld are false gods. O'Neill has shown me that with the help of the Tau'ri, your people, they can be defeated."
"But they're not my people" Clark whispered, then lifted shocked eyes to those of his parents when he realized he'd spoken aloud.
O'Neill cocked his head. "Pardon?" he asked.
He exchanged a glance with Maj. Carter, who looked at Clark kindly.
"I know you feel like you're different." She said. "But you're still human, just like me."
She looked to her CO for confirmation, then explained gently about Jolinar and how the Tok'ra's remains had been absorbed into her.
O'Neill sat back and observed. The Smallville natives had seemed uncomfortable in the briefing rooms-with good cause, as it had turned out. His suggestion to Gen. Hammond that the civilians be debriefed in a more casual setting seemed to be panning out.
Lex looked around at the now empty cafeteria. Part of him was still reeling from what Clark had disclosed the night before. The scientific part of him was utterly fascinated by the adventures the military team had gone through. The cafeteria was now empty except for their table. He looked at Clark, marveling again at his friend. He was more determined than ever to protect him. He stared at Col. O'Neill and his team. They were being unusually open-Lex suspected it was to put Clark and his parents at ease. It had worked-Clark had just blurted out the truth, though they didn't know its context. He tipped his head, thinking.
They now knew a lot more about this military group than they had before, and Clark needed as many friends on his side as possible. After all of SG-1's experiences, he felt that they would be trustworthy. They were still a team, still exploring and working. It boded well. Clark had saved Sam's life and stopped the Reetou and the creature. Also, the military were holding Clark's ship, not that they knew it was his. However, it might contain clues to where his friend came from, and this bunch seemed like they would be able to help.
Sam finished speaking, and Martha was openly gaping at her. Clark looked at his parents, and then Lex. His friend looked back at him, and then nodded. Clark nodded back, feeling that it was the right thing to do to tell his new friends his secret. From what Maj. Carter had told them, as well as Teal'c, Clark felt safer here than he had imagined possible. They truly were friends with aliens already.
"Thanks for telling us that." he said. "I think I can trust you." He took a deep breath.
"The thing is I'm not a meteor mutant."
O'Neill and his team exchanged glances.
Clark took a deep breath and continued.
"I'm an alien."
To be continued.
A/N: Very soon. I know it's short, but I'll update faster. Thank you so much for the reviews! Have a good day! (author waves and runs for the hills)