A/N: AU Clark lost his powers after he destroyed the spaceship in season 2! Lionel is the Secretary of the IMF! Pairings will be Clark/Jane and Chloe/Brandt! There will also be some Ethan/Julia later on.

"Clark, what have we told you about having your phone on at the table?" His father asked, making Clark sigh as he pulled it from his pocket. He intended to turn off his phone or say he was at dinner, but the number on the phone caused any thoughts of not answering to flee from his mind.

"I have to take this. Excuse me." He said before walking out of the house.

"Yes."

"Is this line secure?"

Clark tapped a button on the phone, activating the scrambler that was imbedded within.

"Line secure."

"Get the cypher and rendevous at Gamma 3-17."

"Understood." He replied, before dialing Chloe's number.

"Clark, you do know-"

"Pickup in fifteen minutes." He said, cutting her off.

"Copy that. And just when I got used to having time off." She grumbled, making Clark laugh before he hung up. He placed the phone back in his pocket and walking back inside to where his parents waited.

"I have to go. Lionel called. Apparently there's a last minute business trip he wants me to sit in on." He said, and his parents nodded, the last two years of their son working for Lionel having gotten them used to Clark's sudden departures.

He walked upstairs and opened his closet, pressing his palm flat against the inside wall. The seemingly solid oak opened to reveal a retinal scanner. A moment later the wall widened as the last of the security measures deactivated, revealing a black duffle bag and briefcase.

Clark entered the five digit combination for the briefcase and pulled out the disassembled M19 that was concealed within. Once he had ensured that nothing had been tampered with he placed the pieces back in the case and locked it. Next he opened the duffle bag and carefully inventoried the contents to ensure that everything was still there. Five separate passports in five seperate names, three changes of clothes and several thousand dollars in various currencies. He zipped up the duffle bag, grabbed the briefcase and walked back downstairs.

"Stay safe." His mom said and Clark laughed.

"I'll be fine. They're a bunch of old men in suits, not assassins." He joked before hugging his father and walking out to his Aston Martin DB9 that Lionel had bought for him the day he graduated. He gunned the engine and exactly fifteen minutes after he had hung up with Chloe he was helping her with her own bag and briefcase.

"Any details?" She asked, but Clark shook his head.

"Just a rendevous point." He replied, and she nodded.

Thirty Minutes Later- Location: Classified

"So, have you seen much of your wife lately?" Chloe asked as they got out of the car.

"No more than you have of your husband. Then again, we both knew that would happen when we chose to get involved with them."

"You can't help who you fall in love with."

"No, you can't. I'm just grateful we're all in the know. It must be hell on Ethan to have to constantly lie to Julia." Clark said two stepped inside the safehouse. The safehouse was empty save for a pair of glasses which Clark put on. After the usual retinal scan Clark heard the voice of Lionel Luthor in his ear.

"We have uncovered evidence that a high-ranking member of Hezbollah has recently made contact with a man named Arnold Pearson. Pearson was one of our top scientists. He had been working on creating a chemical weapon that is a hundred times more dangerous than cyanide gas. Pearson arranged a meeting with this commander to sell him the formula in exchange for one hundred million dollars. That meeting is taking place in Tehran tomorrow. Your mission should you choose to accept it, is to capture both Pearson and the Hezbollah commander alive if at all possible, and prevent the sale from taking place. The last two members of your team will meet you in Tehran. As usual if any member of your IMF team is captured or killed, the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions."

"Well this should be fun." Chloe said as they made their way to the private airfield where the plane was waiting to take them to Tehran.

"Isn't it always?" Clark asked, and Chloe just laughed in response.

A/N: Tell me what you think! Should I continue?