Ok, I am going to say a few things before we get going here. I know that some things are not revealed yet but that is the purpose of the story. I want it to be played out like a life scene. So if you would not get why a character would or wouldn't do certain things, you'll find out why in the later. If you still have questions though, please feel free to ask, there are never to dumb of questions. Even if you ask why the sky is blue, I will spend hours to try and give you my best scientific judgment!

Disclaimer: I own Smallville, Clark, Lex, and everybody! Well in my dreams at least...

Summary: Family chit chat and a hidden memory from Lex.

Chapter 3: Little secret

" OAAAaaaa!"

Christy had gotten up with a big yawn as she stretched out and pulled off her Sailor Moon bed sheets. Yes. Even in a farm in the middle of no where, anime travels. But she was fifteen. She was aloud to still live in the world of fantasy. Living on a farm further indulged her creative side. She couldn't remember how many times her and Clark went into the forest behind the house and pretended they were either a wizard and wizardess from long ago, or elves. She was always fascinated with the more adventurous way of thinking. And Clark with him doing things she only saw in books, he had become her own secret hero. She had even made a comic book about him in 4th grade. She called it, 'The Adventures of Kool-Aid boy.' Her parents got a kick out of that.

Rubbing her nappy head she groaned as she slowly walked to the bathroom and shut the door. So many sticky notes were on her mirror. One that stood out the most caught her eye. It was in big purple writing not her own.

Get Ready for Smallville High little sis! With a big smiley face on the side.

She smiled brightly as she brushed her hair. That's right. She would start her first year of high school soon. She was a very sharp student and went breezily through grades. With her moms business skills and attention to detail how could Christy not. Her mom had taught her a lot more than teachers did. Martha valued high education and wanted her children grown up right. Christy was so good that she took a test that made her jump from 6th to 8th grade and being the first student to go to high school at the age of fourteen. Fortunately, when she went into freshman year at Smallville high they had a contest in the arts department on the first week of school. Whoever won it would have a full years training at the most highly respect school on the subject. The Metropolis University of Fine Arts.

She so loved art. Photography, painting, ceramics, writing and drawing. You name it, she loved it. It was away to truly test her minds capability of stretching normal bounds. Her homemade pictures along with anime posters lined her walls. Know one really remembers what color her bedroom wall was anymore….

She was so into painting one time her father let her paint a small mural on the side of the barn wall. Christy insisted Clark help to. So by the end of the week, the whole, and I mean the entire side of the wall was covered. It was a big waterfall. If a picture was taken from far away it would look like a real one. Since it was a farm, there was nothing but rolling hills in each direction and the waterfall lay right in the middle.

But the thing that won her that contest was making a poster that combined painting and photography.

She had help from Lana in making the white and black Victorian dress. She had a blue rose on her choker and on her sleeves. She positioned the camera to take a picture at 20 second intervals. After that she just went out into the field and started dancing around.

Pulling the last knot from her hair she remembered how Clark chimed in, surprising her with his own 19th century suit. After that she looked through the pictures to find the best one. She decided on two. One half of her poster had a picture of her alone and she looked a little sad. And the other half was Clark lifting her up in the air, back to the camera, but Christy facing it smiling cheerfully. She had blown up the pictures and cut out the sky. When she was done painting the sky beautiful pinks, purples and greens on the board, she carefully placed the pictures on it. Dividing both images with a silver trim thread.

Since she was only two weeks into her freshman year, Christy convinced her parents to send her off to the University then. She had jumped a year in her schooling so she wouldn't miss anything and be right where she belonged when she came back. And on the plus side, she would be with her friends again when she came back to high school.

And now she was.

Hair up, and dressed in black jeans and red sleeveless collared shirt, she walked down the stairs. She yawned one more time as she was met with a clean kitchen, despite the few dirty dishes next to the sink. She opened the fridge and got a glass of milk and went into the living room. What she saw next was just too cute.

There Clark laid sprawled on the couch with just jeans on and one sock. He was filthy from head to toe. Even though he was asleep he was still gripping a rag in his hand and cleaners sat on the coffee table. She looked at the clock as she giggled taking a sip. It was almost noon and he was apparently just finishing up the cleaning. She wondered when he got up

"I got up around eight in the morning if you're wondering…." Clark's sleepy voice rung in her ears as she looked away from the clock.

"I'm not wondering," she lied. "I'm thinking of how silly you look." Grinning and sipping her milk again.

" Ha ha, ha ha." he said sarcastically. "This is really all your fault." He teased.

"Hey! I didn't know she was going to do this!"

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"It's Chloe."

"…….Your right." As she looked at the ground, "Sorry…"

"Ah come on don't make me feel guilty, I'm to sore for that," as he got up and gave her a big hug.

"Yuck! You're all sweaty……"

Clark just laughed as set her down and gathered the cleaning supplies to put up. "So what are you all dressed for?"

"I'm going to go look for a job."

" Geeze! Your not even home one day and you want to start filling your plate. You're just like mom."

She downed the rest of her milk as she put a fist on her hip. "Yes I am and don't you forget it. The Kent women are a proud race," she beamed with a milk mustache. Clark just rolled his eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes mister, I have proof to back that up." a familiar voice came from the front door.

Both kids looked in that direction as they both smiled in greeting. "MOM!"

The little teen girl full of spirit ran up to hug their mother as their father came close behind.

"We're all glad your home sweet heart. It's been a while," Martha hugged her daughter back with tears in her eyes. "You know how very proud I am of you." Pulling Christy away and cupping her face.

"We all are," Johnathan cut in.

"Yeah…..thanks mom and dad." She made a slight blush.

Martha pulled Christy to the bar stools at the kitchen table while Johnathan and Clark started to set the bags at the bottom step from the truck outside.

"So how were aunt Lydia and the kids? Are all her boys going to play professional soccer now?" she sat in a girly gossip pose. Christy laughed as she shook her head.

"Actually, Steven is going to go to school to become an architectural draftsman." Christy smiled brightly.

"Really?" and how'd that come about?" looking interested.

"Well, aunt Lydia thinks it was on how I say how my creativeness flows and such with art and god knows how that boy loves math. I guess it was fate." She replied.

"Well that is a good goal to achieve. Though I will always love my little starving artist."

"Mom!"

"I'm just kidding." She smiled.

"So you're going to find a job already? I'm glad you want to get in the swing of things again, just don't forget to rest once in a while." Her mother encouraged, patting her on the back.

"Says the woman who hardly sleeps," Johnathan pointed out while bringing in the last bit of luggage.

"Honey!"

"What? I'm just sayin.

"I'm heading out now," Clarks voice came from the top of the steps. He was in a fresh pair of jeans with a blue collared shirt and a white under shirt. Wet hair, clean face and the smell of Durston's colon reached Christy's nose. She envied how fast he could be sometimes. "Show off…"

Clark looked at her, "What?"

"Men…" her mother joined in.

"What?" Johnathan stated.

Mother and daughter just giggled to themselves.

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"Well that was a side I never seen before," Clark sat in a red velvet chair as he looked around at the finery for the umpteenth, millionth time. A pair of icey blue eyes looked up at him from the top of a black laptop computer. " So care free and well….you actually smiled a lot. Its suits you." as he folded his arms behind his head.

"Is that so?" Lex's gruff voice stated, "How do you mean?"

Clark just chuckled, "Aw come on Lex. You were having fun admit it."

The little millionar not shy of 20 closed his laptop and folded his arms on his desk.

"I'd have to say I did ejoy the festivities. But at the time my main concern was keeping you from passing out in a panic. I didn't know kids your age could have heart attacks."

"I was not panicing, I was being cautious." He folded his arms over his chest now. What was up with people teasing him today. " And you sir are just a kid yourself."

"When I want to be…."

"Pardon me. When you want to be." Clark smiled.

" So are you wanting to stop by the Talon before we go to the concert?" Lex asked as he put away the discs and straightened his desk.

At the word 'Talon', Clark began to figget. " Yeah I wanted to see how Christy was doing."

"So how is the little lady?" Lex asked as he started to clean his computer discs with a spray cleaner and a small rag.

"Bright eye'd and bushie tailed enough. She hasn't been home a day and she's wanting to fill her plate up." He felt himself repeating.

"How's that?"

"She's going to go get a job at the Talon…." He made a sigh. " She's already stopped by to talk to Lana about it."

"And that's a bad thing? I'd admire a woman who didn't have a tiresome spirit." as he walked around the desk to sit in the seat in front of Clark.

"Yeah, I bet you would. But Christy is not woman but a girl. She should relaxe and have some fun. Besides…I haven't seen her in a while. I wanted to spend some time with her."

"Clark. That has to be the most cutest thing I've ever heard."

WAP!

The pillow hit Lex square in the face as he gut busted in laughter, " I was kidding damn!" as he saw Clark walk to the door. He got up and went to him before he got there.

"Hey wait! So are you sure she was a job there? If she can't get it I could always..."

"No." Clark cut him off. "She would not get help from you. No Offence"

"Why's that?"

Clark just made a sigh, "Our fathers drilled the 'Luther' thing in her head so many times…"

"Don't worry Clark. I'll get her to trust me."

"Why so eager?" he asked. Curious of Lex's intentions.

"She's your sister Clark. And besides, I don't intend to bend to well to the wills of gossip. I'll be down in a minute." He said with a smile as they both nodded.

As soon as Clark left, Lex shut the door and locked it. He turned around and walked to the bookshelf near the window behind his desk. He took down a small cherry stained box and brought it to his desk. He sat down and opened it slowly. In it there was a watch, a picture of his mom, and a few other priceless things he treasured. He dug in it till he found a hospital name tag.

Patent #: 46228

Patent Name: Christy Kent

Rm #: 406

Mitropilis Human Medical Center

He sighed as he put it back in the box and closed it. "Its been a long time."

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Yay! Another chaptor! And my first lovely cliff hanger WOOT! I wanted to go further but I feared that would make the chapy to long so I trying to keep my chapy's at a minimum of 5 pages at least.. The next scene of course will be good I hope. Well anyway…review away my friends….lovey reveiwy.