Author's Note: New chapter, new surprises...I hope.

Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville but I do own the Kristian Shane character and such.

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Kristian opened the door to the hotel's penthouse and stepped in. He paid the bus boy and took their luggage off the rack. Chloe walked over to the bedroom and just collapsed onto the bed. She tried to listen to what Kristian was telling Andrew, but she couldn't keep her eyes open. When Kristian was done, Chloe was fast asleep. He stripped down to his boxers and noticed that Chloe was still fully dressed. He knew that she hated sleeping in jeans and such, so he took off her shoes and gently pulled off her jeans. He pulled the covers over her and laid there with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling going over everything that had happened. Chloe stirred slighty, turned over and rested her head on Kristian's chest and draped her arm across his stomach. Kristian absentmindedly rubbed her shoulder and before he knew it, he was sleeping too.

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"Lois, about what we did...um..."

"Clark, let's forget it ever happened, okay?" Lois replied. "I won't tell Lana if you don't tell Chloe."

"Gotcha. I guess I really don't have to worry about Lana anymore, do I?" Clark said.

"You gave her up, Smallville," Lois said, "but don't beat yourself up about it."

"Yeah, I know," Clark responded. "It's late. We should be sleeping right now. You should be sleeping right now. God knows that I can't handle the wrath of a tired Lois Lane."

"Watch it, Clark," she said while walking over the loft's steps. "I know where you sleep."

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When Chloe woke the next morning, Kristian was gone. His keys weren't on the nightstand like they had been last night. Chloe grabbed her cell phone and pressed his speed dial. She heard his phone ring in another room, so she ended the call. Kristian never left without his cell phone. She climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The shower was dry and the towels were untouched. If he had just left to grab some coffee and food, he would have left a note.

When Chloe found his cell phone, she checked his missed calls. There was nothing out of the ordinary--Clark, Lois, Lana and mostly herself. She then went through his texts and found what she was looking for. '7 AM KAWATCHE CAVES,' it read. Chloe looked at the time--nine o'clock. 'Lex,' she thought. She dialed Clark's number and when he answered, she told him the situation.

Clark picked her up and they left in the direction of the caves. "Why would he just up and leave? He had to know it was Lex," Clark said.

"Because Kristian likes to think that he can take care of anything on his own," Chloe said. "Kind of like someone else we know. But honestly, I can't believe you talked Lois into letting you take the Rover."

Clark drove the vehicle to the side of the road and said, "I didn't. I can't wait to hear it." They stopped abruptly and surveyed the scene. Kristian's Envoy was nowhere in sight, so he x-rayed the cave. "Oh shit," he said while opening his door.

"What? Clark?" Chloe said while running after him into the cave's entrance. They turned a corner and were stopped dead in their tracks. Kristian was laying on the ground against the far wall--the wall that hid Clark's Kryptonian gateway. Chloe ran over to him and put her head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "He's breathing but his heart rate is out of control," Chloe said. When Kristian suddenly opened his eyes, Chloe wrapped her arms around him and started asking questions.

"I'm fine, Chlo'. Don't worry, I actually feel...great," Kristian said while sitting up.

"What happened?" Clark asked.

"I don't know," Kristian replied.

"Let's get you out of here, K," Chloe said while brushing off his back as he stood. "What the hell were you thinking? I woke up alone and I freaked out. I didn't know if Lex has done something to you or if--"

"Chloe, take it easy," Clark said as they walked out of the cave. "Did you drive here?"

"I don't remember," Kristian answered.

"Well, I'm going to go take a look around to see if I can find your car," Clark said. "Why don't guys go up to the road and talk."

They nodded and Kristian slipped his left hand into Chloe's right as they headed for the road. "Don't think you're off the hook, buddy," Chloe said. They stopped at the road's edge and stood about a foot apart staring at each other like they always do. Chloe noticed that something seemed different in his eyes--like something had changed. Kristian heard a vehicle in the distance but ignored it.

"Chloe--," Kristian began to say before something interrupted him. A black truck came out of nowhere and swerved their way. Out of instinct, Kristian grabbed Chloe and turned her around and crouched so he could pull her into him. Chloe heard the terrible sound of crunching metal and shattering plastic. Clark turned a corner and saw what was about to happen--a black truck swerved at Kristian and Chloe. Clark sped toward the scene but stopped when he saw something amazing.

When Chloe remembered how to think, move and talk, she looked down. The shoes she saw were not Clark Kent's boots. They were Kristian's Nikes. She looked at the arms wrapped around her and they weren't the broad arms of Clark Kent. They were tanned, muscular arms--Kristian's arms. When she whispered his name, he released the breath that he didn't realize he was holding in. Chloe felt emotions run through her body when he did so. They weren't dead. Kristian was breathing and his arms were trembling. But the front end of the truck was somewhat wrapped around them.

Kristian stood and brought Chloe up. She heard the tweaking of metal as they did so. She turned to look at Kristian and the truck. The truck was totaled but the man that stood before her was not. He looked over Chloe to make sure she was okay and then turned to look at the truck. Chloe noticed that his shirt was torn but he had no visible marks on his back. She ran her hands under his shirt and she didn't feel anything unusual.

Clark stood ten feet away in complete shock. Kristian's body stopped that truck and it didn't kill him. Hell, it didn't even do anything to him. Clark walked over to them and said, "what just happened?"

Kristian looked over his body and said, "I--I don't know." Chloe looked over at Clark and he returned her stare. She was thinking was he was thinking--Clark was the only one who should be able to do that. Chloe looked back at Kristian, who was still looking over the truck's front end for something that may have caused it, and she then shot a look to Clark.

Clark nodded and asked, "Kristian, walk over to the driver side door and pull on the handle." Kristian did so and to their surprise, he ripped the door completely off without the slightest force. Kristian looked at the piece of mangled metal in his hands and dropped it. The cab was empty. 'No one was driving,' he thought to himself. "All right, Kristian, now walk to the front of the truck and push it gently," Clark said. Kristian pushed the truck. When it skidded to a halt nearly thirty feet away, Kristian's face went blank. He couldn't comprehend everything that had happened.

Clark stared at him and said, "okay, stare at that rock and think about Chloe." Kristian stared at the rock and Clark finished with, "...in bed." Heat suddenly burst out his eyes and when it stopped, Kristian looked at Clark and tried to speak. "Pick up the rock and throw it," Clark said.

"But...my shoulder--I can't," Kristian replied.

"Trust me," Clark said.

Kristian picked up the hot rock and threw it. Chloe watched in amazement as it soared until they could no longer see it. Kristian looked down at his hands and noticed something on his palm--three strange symbols were burned into the palm of his right hand. Chloe noticed it too, but when she touched it, it burned her fingers so she instantly tore her hand away. Chloe looked up at Kristian and he tore his gaze away from his palm to look at her. His mouth hung open but he couldn't form words.

Clark moved closer to them and examined Kristian's hand. The symbols matched the ones on the stones. But when Clark ran his fingers over them, Kristian dropped to his knees and his face distorted with pain. He tore at his shirt and when it came off, a large diamond shaped scar began pulsating with light. Before Chloe knew it, Clark was letting her down on the steps to his house.

"Tell my mom everything that happened," Clark said while turning to speed away.

"Wait, what about Kristian?" Chloe said.

"I know where he has to go and I'm going to take him there," Clark said. He was gone in an instant, so Chloe walked up the steps and opened the door. Martha Kent stood at the counter cutting apples.

"Chloe, honey, what's wrong?"

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