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Chapter 5

Clark stood, pacing the length of Buffy's bedroom. The "Scoobies", as they called themselves, as well as Spike, Faith and Chloe, were waiting on an explanation he had promised them after the incidents in the yard earlier.

"Come on Hot Stuff, spit it out," Faith said, though she was enjoying the new view this stranger afforded her. It sucked being stuck bed ridden, that wasn't how she liked to be… well… not bed ridden in this particular way that is.

Clark finally sat down on a trunk on the far wall. "Ok, well… it's obvious that I'm not exactly… normal."

"Like anyone in this room is!" Xander said laughing. "Except… oh wait… me." Hanging his head, he let Clark continue.

The tension broken a little bit, Clark took a deep breath, and continued. "Well, I could try and lie about it, but I think you guys deserve the truth. I've seen how quickly you accepted Chloe, and what's good for my friends is good for me." He stood to his full height, hands in his pockets. "I'm an alien. I was born on a world that was destroyed years ago, but not before my dad, a scientist, could make an escape rocket. It was supposed to have my entire family in it, but he didn't have time to build one that large. So, I'm the only survivor of the planet Krypton."

Crossing the room, he thought his next words carefully. "We look and function very much like humans, but my physiology reacts a different way to your sun. Ours was red, yours is yellow. My body soaks in the rays, like a battery. And the power gives me… well… powers. So, I have super powers I guess."

"So do I. And so does Faith. That's really nothing freaky around here Clark," Buffy said softly, hoping he wouldn't feel so out of place now that they were getting to the root of it.

Clark smirked slightly. "Can you pick up the bed Faith is in?"

"No sweats," Buffy said simply, then stood at the end, gripped with both hands at the bottom, and lifted the foot end of the large bed easily enough.

Clark stepped over to the bed. "Ok, now climb on. Everyone."

Slowly, Buffy, Xander, Willow, Spike, Dawn, Chloe, and Giles joined Faith on the bed, careful not to crowd her.

"Everyone settled?" he asked. Upon their nods, he reached out with one hand, gripped the lower right corner, and lifted the large wooden bed frame, with everyone on it, two feet off the ground.

He let it sink in before slowly lowering it to the ground, trying not to laugh openly at the look on everyone's faces. Except Chloe, she just had a satisfied grin.

"O-ok… that's strong." Buffy said, not even bothering to move from her position. "Uh, you said fast. How fast?"

"Anyone thirsty? What do you want?" Clark listened to the orders, ranging from a beer for Spike to a cup of tea for Giles. Everyone heard a whoosh and then saw Clark standing at the foot of the bed with all the items laid out on the comforter. Everyone took their drink of choice, with Giles staring at the cup and saucer almost dismally. "Is something wrong, Mr. Giles?"

Shaking his head, Giles sputtered slightly. "Oh uh…you see… as a native Englishman Clark, I prefer to drink hot tea, and this is…" He was broken from his explanation when he felt warm steam hitting the bottom of his chin, and the cup suddenly felt hot in his hand. "What the…" He took an experimental sip, and it was almost perfect warmth. "I swear this tea was ice cold a second ago.

Candles set out on the night stand and dresser suddenly lit out of nowhere. Everyone looked around, then straight at Clark. "I have heat vision too."

Spike took out a smoke, fumbling with his lighter. "Heat vision, yeah. And I'm the bloody Earl of…" he couldn't finish the statement as the end of his cigarette suddenly glowed brightly, his lighter still closed in his hand.

"What else?" Dawn asked, almost whispering.

Clark's eyes focused on the floor, then at the wall. "The girls finished burying the Bringer's bodies, and now one of them is coming up to give Buffy a piece of her mind. Kennedy I think, muttering that she's better than acting like a lap dog or maid, she should be the slayer, and emphasis on THE."

He tapped his temple. "X-Ray vision, I can see the bodies under the dirt." Then he tapped his ear. "Super hearing. I can also tell you that the only ones whose hearts aren't beating overly fast right now are Spike, and Chloe's." He was a little surprised at that one.

Everyone chuckled a little, realizing he was right. The lightened moment was broken by the door banging open, and Kennedy, covered in dirt and sweat, staring down Buffy. "Look, I've got some things to settle with you!"

Intercepting her, Giles put his hand on her shoulder. "Kennedy, we are in the middle of a dreadfully important meeting right now, and I understand how as a new person to the group, you might feel as if things are unfair, or you're being treated like a maid, or lap dog even, but these things must be done for the good of the group, so thank you very much." With that he ushered her out the door, the Scoobies trying not to laugh at the look on her face as the door finally shut.

Settling back down, everyone looked back at Clark. "Is that everything?" Buffy asked. "I mean, not that it isn't great, I mean all of that is… amazing… I'm just asking if there's anything else."

Nodding, Clark rubbed his chin. "There was one point where I could fly, but I wasn't really me, I was kind of possessed."

Everyone stiffened slightly at that. "Possessed? That's not good, possessed doesn't really go all that good for us."

Chloe stood up next to Clark. "Clark was kidnapped and taken over by a long dormant virus from his home planet, but he beat it back. It's not an issue anymore." She laid her hand on his forearm, wrapping her other arm behind to clasp her hands together. He looked down stunned, then up at her face, a bright smile taking over.

Spike watched this with a sly grin of his own. "Bloody well knew it." He thought to himself.

Suddenly, everyone heard the downstairs fire up with noise. They all turned to Clark, who was already tuning in to the commotion. He looked up at Buffy, confusion on his face. "I think they said there's… an angel downstairs?"

Buffy gulped, Spike growled, and Giles took off his glasses, this time forgetting to even use the cloth as he rubbed away at the lenses.

End Chapter 5