"Coach Summers! Coach Summers!" Scott turned around to see Chloe Sullivan racing down the crowded hall after him. It had been a long night and he hadn't gotten much sleep and he still had classes to teach and he knew she wanted a quote.

"Make it quick Miss Sullivan. The bell's about to ring."

"Can you give me any details of what you found last night regarding Clark Kent?"

"No. It is a legal matter between the Kents and the families of the boys involved."

Chloe frowned at that, she had hoped for something more. "Do you feel justified in your decision to drop the boys involved from the team? Do you regret making a snap decision?"

"Those boys blew their chance in this school to play football. If they want to transfer to another school that is their choice. Actions have consequences, Miss Sullivan; this is the consequence of theirs. And for the record, I don't make snap decisions regarding things like this. The rules have always been there, I'm just the first coach to enforce them."

Chloe pounced on that. "Is that why Coach Arnold was fired?"

"It is not my place to speculate on such matters." Scott was an old hand at handling the press and as tenacious as Miss Sullivan was, she was still a naive rookie.

"Are you expecting any fallout from the families?"

"I always expect trouble, that way I am pleasantly surprised when it fails to materialise." Scott smirked. "Make sure you quote me completely, Miss Sullivan, I will not be pleased if I find you twisting my words."

Chloe was very offended by that. "I'm only after the truth, Coach Summers."

"Just make sure you draw the line between chasing the truth and invading people's privacy." Scott warned. "I'm well aware of your 'Wall of Weird'. So is the rest of the staff. Take it down. It is offensive to the people who suffer these mishaps."

"Who told you about that? Was it Clark?" She demanded.

"When Miss Frost took up the post of Principal she investigated every nook and cranny in this school, Miss Sullivan. She has a responsibility to the students and that includes making sure the building is safe."

Chloe decided to try and change track. "What about Jeremy Creek? Has there been any news on his whereabouts and condition? Is he still wanted in connection with the murders of former alumni?"

"That is not my domain, I'm just a high school coach, and if you will excuse me I need to attend to my duties."


"Jeremy has a unique gift, Mr Creek. He has the ability to create and manipulate electricity." Jean explained to the older couple as they observed him using his electricity through a two-way mirror in a special lab in their castle.

"Is this something they did to him at Belle Reve?" Mr. Creek asked.

"No, it is something that developed in him. Our studies show that there is a rising trend in people who exhibit these new abilities. We are hearing stories from all around the States and on the other continents."

"Is it hurting him?" Mrs. Creek asked.

"No, he is actually fairly immune to electricity now. But he will require training to help him get control or he will be a danger to others."

"And what makes you qualified to train him?" Mr. Creek demanded.

Jean just smiled and levitated herself into the air. "My colleagues and I are fairly well experienced."


"How did it go?" Lorna asked as Jean took a seat across from her as she sat in her office. Lorna was to be the first head of the new school. They would rotate every few decades as needed so they didn't feel trapped in their roles.

"They accepted my suggestions. Jeremy will stay here and learn basic control for the next few months before enrolling at a high school in metropolis to complete his education."

"My first student!" She said in excitement.

"Technically, although Scott is talking to the Kents about having Clark attend classes. Did you hear about the car crash and explosion that Mr. Fordman suffered an hour ago?" Jean asked.

"That wasn't Clark's fault was it?"

"Oh no, but the only reason Fordman survived is because Clark pulled him from the wreckage and shielded him from the explosion with his body."

"The girls were right, he is a boy scout."

"There's more, he confessed to his dad that he woke up floating over his bed this morning."

"He can fly? Without magic?" Lorna asked in surprise.

"So it seems. The fun part is, he's afraid of heights!" Jean laughed.

Lorna joined her laughter. "That is just wrong!"

"Harry has said he will train Clark in using his powers, he's assigned Scott to train him in what he calls 'Hero Tactics 101'."

"Couldn't ask for a better pair of mentors. What about the Kents and magic? Are they accepting the offer?"

"They are still considering it. Harry wants to hold off giving magic to Clark until he is fully grown and in control of his native powers."

The phone ringing interrupted them.


"This guy was just hanging from the rafters?" Harry asked. Having received the call for help from Martha Kent, Lorna had contacted Harry and sent him over.

"He just leapt out from the shadows." Jonathan confirmed.

"Then there are these." Clark shone his torch at the ceiling revealing green glowing slime.

"Reminds me of Pete and his descendants." Harry muttered.

"You've seen this before?" Martha asked.

"Similar, we used to knew a man who was empowered with the traits of a spider. He could climb any surface with his bare hands, he could shoot webs... his powers where passed down through his children. There were a lot of people who had powers from creatures. Including one girl who had squirrel abilities."

"Squirrel abilities?" Clark laughed.

"Yeah... you haven't finished growing yet, think about what weird powers you might develop, Flyboy." Harry taunted lightly.

Clark turned a rather sickly colour.

"Clark says he recognised the boy, Greg Arkin. He used to be friends with Clark and Pete Ross." Martha offered as she tried save Clark from the current conversation.

"Ok, I'll get with Emma, see if she can't find out anything new."

"I'll see what I can dig up as well." Clark offered.

"Call me if you find anything." Harry instructed.

"I don't have a phone." Clark admitted.

Harry hummed in consideration before he stepped forward and grabbed Clark's wristwatch. "There, in an emergency smash your watch, I will be less than a second away."

"But then my watch will be broken."

Harry waved a hand at the bent and buckled machinery Clark had damaged when saving Jonathan from a potentially fatal fall when Greg had attacked.

"I think I can fix it."

"Can you fix my bed?"


"Scott, thank you for coming." Emma greeted her husband as he entered her office.

"Problems already, Dear?"

"I am currently the principal for another school filled with potentially super-powered teenagers. Of course there is a problem." She said dismissively.

"And what problem is that?"

"I just said, I'm currently the prin-"

"I get it, Emma." Scott smiled. "So did you call me here to bemoan your fate?"

"No, I'm afraid that there are even more problems for your football team."

"I'm already down four players, what's the problem now?"

"Several of the players were caught cheating."

"Caught by you or caught with the answers?" He asked referring to her telepathy.

"By their teachers with the answer sheets. One brave soul was actually hinting to his teachers. I personally believe he has the moral fortitude to stay on the team."

"How many?" Scott asked, bracing himself for the bad news.

"Three. But the number could be higher."

"Looks like I am going to be playing the complete second string team." He sighed. "Do you think we could get Harry to go back to school?"

"Darling, there are many things Harry will do for us, pretending to go through puberty again is not one of them."


"Do you like babies Martha?" Harry asked abruptly as Martha opened the door to her home to him.

"A strange question... but yes, I do." She was slowly beginning to learn that Harry only abided by social norms because it was easier at times. More often than not he would charge into conversations without explanation.

"You never had children of your own?"

"We never managed to conceive." She admitted sadly.

"Well... break out the contraception as I healed you up." He grinned.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your uterine wall was a little thin, probably prevented any viable embryo from attaching."

"Oh... erm... thank you?" She said a little uncomfortably.

"So, how would you like to practice with some actual newborn babies." Harry asked as he clapped his hands together.

"You... what?"

"The triplets decided to have their burning day last night. They will spend the next month or so growing up from newborns to late puberty. I thought you might like to have some fun."

"Won't it be difficult to explain how they grew up so fast? Or why they don't have paperwork?"

"No, we decided to keep things low key in this universe. We will hide them from the public till they are grown and then forge any needed paperwork."

"Forge it?" She asked warily.

"I suppose I could walk up to the local hospital and explain that three of my girlfriends burst into flame and are now newborns that require birth certificates." Harry mused sarcastically.

"I see your point." She allowed. They had had to fudge things with regards to Clark's adoption. "If you nee-"

"Hold that thought, Clark needs me." Harry interrupted before he vanished.


Harry appeared next to Clark in some sort of abandoned industrial complex, the walls and ceiling were littered with cracks and missing windows. Clark was cowering in a corner.

"Clark, sit-rep." Harry whispered harshly.

"Huh?"

"Oh... right, haven't been taught yet. What's the dealio man?" Harry asked with a cheesy grin.

Clark stared at Harry before shaking himself. "Greg Arkin attacked Lana, I chased him here but the green rocks, they make me sick."

Harry looked around. There were a lot of green rocks. "Where's LaAAAAAANNNNAAA-!" Harry's question morphed into a wail as he was grabbed from behind and flung away.

"Uh uh ah Clark." Greg said mockingly. "No tagging out."

Clark was really worried; from what he had been told this should have been a cakewalk for Harry.

"Greg you don't have to do this you... you..." Clark trailed off as he stared over Greg's shoulder as large mounds of debris began to shift. The sound of creaking metal and breaking rock filled the air as both boys now focused on the commotion.

Slowly Harry emerged in his dragon form. "Ok kid, now I'm pissed." He growled in his dragon voice.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Greg had every reason to be afraid... reptiles tend to eat bugs.

"Sorry kid, I don't think he's interested in helping you right now." Harry chuckled, a deep and gravelly sound.

There was a flash of red light and Greg Arkin slumped to the floor in a heap. Clark looked to the source and saw Scott and Laura standing in the broken doorway, Scott's eyes were glowing red and there appeared to be metal claws protruding from Laura's hands.

"Clark, you have a lot of explaining to do." Harry said as he suddenly became human again.

Clark's eyes shot wide open. "I have a lot of explaining to do? I'm not the one who became a mythical creature!"

"That's easy to explain." Harry smirked as he walked over to Laura. "Magic!"


"Are you sure it's ok for me to come over and spend time with the girls?" Martha asked Lorna once again, Harry had sent her to pick Martha up whilst he dealt with Greg Arkin.

"Martha, once they hit four plus, we'll take them to places like the zoo and Disney World." Lorna smiled. "They won't realise who they are until they reach about fourteen, but they will always retain the memories of their childhoods."

"It is one of the reasons I am grateful for them being Phoenixes." Emma admitted. Martha had a little trouble looking at the new Principal of Smallville High. It seemed that as soon as she got home she would dress in nothing more than a cape and some bikini bottoms. Fortunately the cape acted as a top, covering her breasts like a bra.

Emma either didn't notice Martha's discomfort or didn't care as she continued talking. "The girls are biologically mine, but they were created by cloning and didn't have a childhood when created."

"aarrrrrrrRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh"

*THUMP*

"Wha-"

"Relax, that was Scott and Harry trying to teach Clark how to fly."

"How to-"

"Come on Clark, this is how birds do it!" They heard Harry laughing as they came up the stairs.

"Birds have wings! I don't!"

"You don't need wings, you told us that yourself." Scott added.

"I AM NOT A BIRD!"

"I'll say, you definitely aren't pretty enough." Harry teased.

"Thank goooouuuarrrkkk" Clark choked as he saw his principal reclining on a couch in her underwear. He quickly turned away.

"Emma, do the kid a favour and cover up a bit." Harry requested as Scott just rubbed his temples, he could feel a headache starting.

"Fine. But he had better start getting used to it if he is going to be spending any amount of time here. I like my freedom." Emma pouted as she transfigured her costume into a light white dress.

"She's decent Clark." Lorna smirked.

Cautiously he turned around and sighed in relief.

"Am I truly that hideous, Mr. Kent?" Emma asked dryly.

"No! No Miss Frost you are... um, definitely not hideous." Clark managed to say, his cheeks were burning so red that Martha worried he might have developed a new power.

"Harry Darling, try to instil some of that class you often display into your new student."

"What about me?" Scott asked.

"You can be a gentlemen, Scott, but you lack... a certain something."

Scott turned to Clark. "It's never a good thing when a woman says you are lacking something."

Martha cleared her throat before the conversation could deteriorate further; she was thanking her lucky stars that Jonathan wasn't there. "When did you get here? I didn't see you arrive."

"We teleported straight up to the tower." Scott answered. "Greg Arkin is safely locked away."

"Where's Jonathan?" Harry asked.

"He's with Dani and Amara, they are out surveying the surrounding lands." Martha smiled.

"Cool. Now, Clark, what is with those green rocks, how did you know they were what was causing your problems?" Harry asked.

"What problems?" Martha demanded.

"I discovered that the green meteor rocks do... something to me. It's very painful and makes me very ill."

"They reverse your absorption of solar energy and have a nasty effect on your blood... I don't know much more than that as I haven't had time to study your physiology." Harry shrugged.

"Can it kill him?" Martha asked as she moved to hug Clark, more to assure herself than her son.

"Not on it's own, or just by exposure. But it does make him a bit more vulnerable. It would be great if we could run some tests." Considering the manic grin and the way he was rubbing his hands together in anticipation... the Kents weren't filled with confidence.


"So tell me Clark, how did you know it was the meteor rocks?" Harry asked again as they walked back to the Kent farm.

"You remember the necklace around my neck when you saved me in the corn field?"

"This one?" Harry asked as he removed a small box from his pocket and showed Clark the necklace.

Clark backed away quickly.

"Yeah, these are really bad for your health. I'll try and work on them." Harry promised as he closed the box and put it back in his pocket.

"Lana told me that the necklace is part of the meteorite that killed her parents... it's supposed to represent good coming from the bad I think."

"I hope her explanation is better than yours... otherwise it's just plain morbid." Harry's nose was wrinkled in distaste.

"We should give it back to her." Clark said. "I know she treasures it, she never goes anywhere without it." Clark nodded to the house they were passing.

Harry changed direction.

"Harry?"

"You said we should return it."

"Oh... well just leave it on the door handle, she doesn't need to know who returned it."

"Clark... what did you tell me you learnt about Greg's powers?" Harry asked as he stopped and turned to face him. "You think he got them because he was attacked by meteor infected bugs, do you really think it is smart to give something potentially dangerous to Lana?"

"She'll be devastated." Clark whispered sadly.

"Not if we handle this right."

Harry knocked on the door only for it to be opened by the girl in question.

"Clark... hi!" She said surprised.

"Hey Lana." Clark gave a small wave. "Oompf!"

Harry's elbow gave Clark the hint.

"Lana, this is Harry Potter."

"Potter? Are you related to my Aunt?" She asked, a smile gracing her beautiful face that made Clark want to swoon.

"No, just a coincidence." Harry smiled back.

"I remember now, you helped the other day when Clark wasn't feeling well outside the school."

"Yes, that's one of the reasons we came to talk to you. I'm also the one who found Clark in the corn field."

Lana's expression turned very dark. "I can't believe Whitney would do something so... cruel! I'm really sorry Clark."

"I appreciate it, Lana, but you're not the one who should be apologising."

"May we come in, this shouldn't take long."

Lana led them into the living room and introduced them to her Aunt.

"Clark is very strong and capable of defending himself. Mr. Fordman should have had a lot of trouble over powering Clark." Harry explained.

"He had help." Clark pointed out.

"He also had this."

Lana's face lit up as she saw her lost necklace sitting in the little box that Harry was holding. "My necklace!" She exclaimed as she reached out for it, her smile vanished as Harry moved it out of reach closing the box.

"There is a problem."

"The problem appears to be you keeping my niece's necklace from her." Nell Potter said pointedly.

"With good reason." Harry assured them. "I am actually Doctor Potter, I've been asked by the Principal to act as the medical support for the High School. Whitney put this around Clark's neck and when I found him he was having a severe reaction to it. It also explains why he was feeling sick when we first met but got better when you left."

"How can you be sure it's the necklace?" Nell asked stiffly.

"I found him tied to a stake in a corn field in nothing but his boxers... the only foreign object was this meteor rock."

"He seems fine now."

"This is a lead lined box. It helps lock away the radiation."

"Radiation?" Lana asked worriedly.

"Whilst I had the rock in my possession I ran some tests on it. It is giving off an unknown form of radiation. I'm afraid I can't return the rock as it is far too dangerous." Harry said apologetically. "However, I hope you will accept this as a replacement." Harry said as he held up an exact replica.

"A cheap imitation?" Nell demanded in disgust.

Harry ignored the abrasive woman. "I recommend you get that appraised and insured." Harry told Lana. "Consider it a gift and apology for having to take this away." He indicated the meteor rock.

"Thank you." Lana said softly as she fastened the necklace around her neck. "I don't understand why Whitney would do this."

"Jealousy."

"Harry!" Clark hissed.

"I told you, everyone knows!"

"Knows what?" Nell asked.

"Everyone knows that Lana is one of the most beautiful girls in town. Clark especially has a crush on her."

Lana and Clark were both blushing.

"Why would you bring something up like that? Lana is in a committed relationship!"

"Which is why I can bring it up." Harry shrugged. "Having a crush and acting on a crush are two very different things... speaking of which, Greg Arkin is in custody. Clark and I apprehended him this afternoon."

"What? Why am I just hearing about this now?" Nell demanded.

"It's ok, Whitney found me and rescued me." Lana assured her.

Both females snapped around at Harry's dismissive snort.

Lana noticed Clark's defeated look. "But Whitney was there when I woke up."

"You never noticed the large Clark shaped hole in the side of the tree house?" Harry laughed. "He tracked down Greg based on prior knowledge of the kid and research he did with Miss Sullivan and Mr. Ross. He confronted and chased Greg off leaving you safe for Whitney to 'rescue'."

"In his defence, Whitney wasn't there when that happened, I just told him where to go." Clark spoke up. "He probably didn't realise what had happened."

"Once again, I submit the evidence of the 'Clark Shaped Hole'."

"Are you hurt Clark?"

"I'm fine, I landed in some soft moss." He assured her.

"Well, thank you for informing us of what happened." Nell said politely. She found it hard to maintain her ire considering they were apparently responsible for keeping Lana safe.


"Did you have to bring up my crush?" Clark demanded as they continued back to the farm.

"No, but trust me, things will be easier in the long run. Besides, if she ever breaks up with that idiot then she knows there is someone much better waiting to sweep her off her feet. You will also be stuck in her mind."

"At least I could have been her friend before, now she will probably avoid me."

"Clark, I've been dating women for millions of years. I think I know a little about how these things work."

"And why did you tell them meteor rocks affected me?!"

"Because now Lana knows to keep an eye out for them and to make sure you aren't exposed to them. You should accept all the help you can get Clark."


"Miss Kinney, can I talk to you for a moment." Lana asked as she knocked on the door of the new Cheerleading Coach's office.

"Lana, sure, come in and take a seat." Laura smiled.

Lana sat down and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat.

"What's the problem Lana?"

"I think I want to quit cheerleading." Lana breathed as if trying to expel the words from her body.

Laura raised an eyebrow. "So you aren't sure?"

Lana gave a non-committal shrug.

"Can you tell me what the problem is? I promise that whatever you say won't leave this room."

"It's just that with everything that has been going on... Clark as the scarecrow, rumours of cheating... I'm finding it harder to believe I'm cheering for something good."

"Ok, but those bad elements are now gone. Coach Summers is one of the most honest men I know. He won't tolerate that sort of thing. So what's the other reason?"

"I just... I feel like I should be doing something... more?"

"You've been thinking of the future and wondering how cheerleading is going to help yours?" She asked with a knowing smile. She laughed at the look on Lana's face, one that was shocked that she understood. "You aren't the first cheerleader to have a brain, Lana. The important thing to remember is that you are in High School; it doesn't have to be all about grades and tests. Enjoy your youth whilst you can, take the happiness when you can attain it and let the adults guide you so you are prepared for adulthood."

"I feel like I should be getting a job and actually doing something with my life. Not just dancing and cheering with pom-poms."

"Why don't you take a break then? I know that in about a month's time I will have three new cheerleaders. Go spend a month looking for a job or something that interests you, then come back and see if you still want to cheer."


"You were let go for a reason Mr. Arnold and your attitude shows me that you definitely don't belong here." Emma said sternly, Assistant Principal Kwan was standing to the side; he had been the one to bring the charges of cheating to the Board.

At first they had been reluctant to do anything, but then a mysterious financial backer had come in and paid them off and replaced the Board. The Board now consisted of Harry and his girls.

Coach Arnold was fired and Emma Frost was appointed as the Principal. Kwan had been a little hurt that he had been passed over, but he had to admit Frost was good at handling the school.

"I built that team! For twenty-five years I worked hard to build this school into something to be proud of!" Walt Arnold raged.

"You built it on corruption!" Emma snapped back.

Walt slammed his fists on the desk. "You naive little bitch!"

"Mr. Arnold!" Kwan stepped forward.

"It's ok, James." Emma said as she stood. "Mr. Arnold will be leaving now."

Walt's face was red with rage; Kwan was shocked when the television nearby burst into flames.

"James, pull the fire alarm." Emma ordered as she stood and reached for the nearby extinguisher.


"Emma, what happened?" Scott asked as he finished taking a roll of all the students assembled in the parking lot. The fire engines were already there and the firemen were inspecting her office.

"I'm not sure, but I think your predecessor might be a pyro-kinetic." Emma speculated.

"He attacked you?"

"Kwan and I were in my office, he came storming in, demanding to have his job back. He got angry and the fire started. I don't believe he knew he was doing it."

"This next game would have been his two hundredth." Scott mused.

"I do not like him. I will be issuing orders that he is not permitted on the grounds. That includes the coming game."

"Principal Frost, good to see no one was hurt." Sheriff Miller tipped his hat as he approached. "The Fire Marshall says they can't find a source for the fire and are reluctant to let anyone in until they do."

"Very well, whilst you are here I would like to inform you that I intend to take an injunction out against the Mr. Walt Arnold."

"You believe Coach Arnold was the one who started the fire?" The Sheriff asked, it was clear he doubted it.

"I can not say, but my reasons are more to do with his behaviour and attitude. I believe he is a danger to the students and teachers."

"Well... I'll put the word out among the other deputies, but you will need to go to the local courts to make it stick."


It was dark by the time Emma, Scott and Laura were ready to leave for home. Emma had needed to coordinate with the Fire Department, as the school's evacuation time was abominable. Of course she had to work out of Scott's office as neither her nor Kwan's office had been cleared by the firemen.

"Some things wrong." Laura said as she paused in securing her seat belt. She sniffed the air. "Everybody out of the car!"

The steering column suddenly burst into flames as Scott dived out of the drivers seat.

He felt the reassuring presence of Emma in his mind that was soon followed by a worried Jean.

He backed away from the car as the fire grew and the car exploded.

"Scott, if you wanted that convertible so bad, you could have just bought it, you didn't need to blow up this one." Harry commented as he teleported in with Clark and Jean.

"He's joking right?" Clark asked Jean.

"Yes, Clark. Scott hates driving, he can teleport after all." Jean laughed.

"Can't you put the fire out?" Clark asked.

"We could, but we should leave it to the fire department, they get very picky about these sorts of things." Emma commented as she and Laura rounded the car, Laura was dialling 911. "Did you sense him, Jean?"

"I did Emma. He was very angry but he knew it was he who caused the fire. He was trying to start it."

"He who?" Clark asked.

"The former football coach, Walt Arnold." Scott answered. "He's not happy he was fired."

"Why was he fired? He coached my dad when he played."

"He was helping his players cheat and abusing them." Harry scowled.

"This is going to be a long night." Scott sighed.

"So you won't be throwing me off the top of the tower again?"

"Your lucky day, eh Clark?" Harry teased.


Walt Arnold was pissed. Fired from his job just because some stuck up little girl didn't appreciate all the work he put into the team. He had moulded those boys from nothing. Developed the plays tailored to their talents.

He had then discovered his new ability to start and control fire. But he couldn't even kill that bitch Frost. That would have had a wonderful sense of irony for him. Frost killed by fire.

He was pulled from his musings by a knock at the door.

"What do you want kid?" He asked the dark haired young man.

"Hey, are you that legendary Coach Walt Arnold?" The man asked in a British accent.

"Yeah, you want a recommendation or something?"

"Nah, just needed to make sure it was you."

That was the last thing he saw before a flash of red light.

"Time to get you back to the dungeon!" Harry declared as he grabbed the man's leg and vanished.