A/N: Takes place just before graduation in season 4 of Smallville and after Noah leaves the Company in Heroes!

"MOM! DAD! Oh no, oh no, don't be dead, please don't be dead." Clark whispered as he raced over to his parents, sighing in relief when he felt a faint pulse from them both. However, before he could do anything else, the Last Son of Krypton felt something pierce his neck.

"What is-" Clark asked as he pulled a small dart from his neck, shocked to see the tip glowing green. He sunk to his knees as he felt the kryptonite spread through his system, letting out a scream of pain as he felt two bullets rip through his shirt and tear into his back. He turned and saw four men in black body armor approaching him.

"Tell Command it was a success. Then bag and tag him." One of them muttered.

"Command this is Overwatch 324. We have the target, I repeat we have the target."

The radio in the man's hand crackled before a new voice answered.

"Roger that Overwatch, return to base."

"Understoo-"

The man was cut off as a bullet pierced his helmet killing him instantly. In less than thirty seconds the other three guards had met the same grizzly fate as their comrade, all of them facedown on the barn floor, dead. A sandy-haired man in glasses and a trench coat stepped into the barn, a blonde girl following close behind. The man walked over to him, and smiled as he attempted to stand.

"Easy son, we've got you." He said, and that was the last thing Clark heard before he blacked out.

"Uhh..."

"Easy Clark, you just got two kryptonite bullets taken out of your back."

"YOU!" Clark yelled, and a tenth of a second later Dr. Helen Bryce found herself in the air with Clark's hand around her throat.

"You know... most people say thank you when I save them."

"Well most people don't have a sample of their blood given to a bastard like Lionel Luthor just because his son buys a small town doctor a fancy ring."

"He didn't tell you... Lex stole that blood."

"She's telling the truth Clark, now let her go."

"Desiree Atkins. What is this, some sort of reunion of the exes or something?"

"Funny, but no Mr. Kent." The sandy-haired man from earlier said as he walked into the room, the blonde following behind him.

"If you so much as reach for the gun in your jacket I will kill you. Now you have five seconds to tell me who the hell you are and what it is you want."

"My name is Noah Bennet. The charming young lady behind me is my daughter Claire, and I'm assuming you already know Dr. Helen Bryce, and Desiree Atkins."

"One of them stole my blood and the other tried to seduce me and kill my best friend so yeah, you could say we've met. Now Mr. Bennet, what is going on? Who were those people that attacked me and what do you want with me?"

"The men that attacked you were part of a group called the Company."

"The Company? Like CIA?"

"Not exactly, although they do have government connections. Their job is to take people with powers and turn them into government agents. Infiltrators, assasins, you name it. Their current poster boy is Nathan Petrelli, and he started rounding up anyone he could find. I helped him, until he went after Claire. Then I told him to go to hell, and started a team to deal with the problem."

Clark could tell that the man wasn't lying so he nodded, and slowly set Helen on her feet.

"So, what can you do?" He asked Claire and she just smirked before turning to her father; he handed her his gun, and she promptly shot herself in the head, falling to the ground.

"What the hell is-"

Suddenly Claire groaned as she got up off the floor, feeling the bullet fall into her palm, surprised to see Clark looking so calm.

"This dosen't freak you out?"

"Honestly, with some of the things I've seen, this is downright normal. Now, what do you want from me Mr. Bennet?"

"I want your help Mr. Kent. I want your help to shut the Company down...permanently."

Clark looked the man in the eye, both of them seeming to take the measure of the one opposite them before Clark finally nodded.

"Alright, but let me warn you... You try and kill me or you go after those I care about and I will make you beg for death."

"Understood. Welcome to the team Mr. Kent."

"Call me Clark." He replied, and the two men shook hands.