Episode 1.1 Pilot (prologue) 2002
"BREAKING NEWS," the news anchor bellowed, "a meteor shower is headed straight towards Earth and is set to hit Metropolis in less than three days! Government officials at NASA are working around the clock to reroute the meteors to avoid a major collision. We will continue to provide updates as more information is unveiled."
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"Hey, I was watching that," Sarah rebuked.
"Yeah hon, you were," Martha countered while putting down the remote, "now, you're coming with me to town, we need to stock up on food."
"Babe," Sarah stood up and looped her arms around Martha's waist in a hug, "we won't need supplies if this meteor shower isn't knocked off course."
"Haha, very funny," Martha stands on her tip toes and her lips peck Sarah's, "you know the only reason it's on the news is because Mark the meteor man somehow came up with enough "proof" for a possibility of a shower and showed it to the local news station. The chance of it happening is slim to none."
Sarah's eyebrows raise and a playful glint appears in her eyes, "what if there are aliens?"
"No," Martha said, smiling and pulling away and walking towards the front door. "C'mon, we have to go. I want to get there before the game ends. God only knows what the traffic is going to be like after."
"Take me to your leader," Sarah jokes while following her other half out to the truck.
Chapter 1
It had been an unusually short drive to the grocery store and the two women finished their shopping ahead of schedule. Trips to town were almost aggravating for Sarah because once they left the townhouse, all evidence of their romantic relationship had to disappear. The small town of Smallville wouldn't accept the two women for who they were, so they kept quiet.
In the beginning of the relationship Martha had lived in Metropolis, a larger, more progressive city. It was almost nothing like Smallville. They would have been comfortable there. Instead, Sarah had to take on the farm which had been in the Kent Family for generations, lest she be disowned by her loved ones. And for some reason, Martha stayed with her the whole way. And during that journey, hiding their amazing relationship was probably the hardest part. Not being able to hold hands in public, not being able to admit their love for each other, and no romantic dates at their favorite restaurant in Smallville. Worst of all, Sarah couldn't get Martha the flowers that she really wanted.
"Sarah, I told you that I just want to-" "Just one more stop ok?"
Martha rolls her eyes and huffs while sinking into the car seat, "Fine, I just want to be out of here before the traffic."
"Ok hon."
Sarah pulls up to Harvey's Flowers. "End of the world flowers," Sarah smiles.
There was a few finite things that Sarah had been able to pick up on in their relationship together and one of them was that Martha Davis loved flowers. However, what she did not love, was the man selling the flowers always hitting on the both of them.
"Sarah, the world is not going to end, but since you're offering, I'll accept," she said while both women were getting out of the car.
"I know, I know. I just think that the table needs a new centerpiece." she smiled warmly at Martha. Too warmly, in fact. Martha elbowed her in the side reminding her of what was at stake. Sarah soon sobered up.
DING
"Well if it isn't Smallville's two favorite ladies! What can I get you dolls for today?"
Although Sarah couldn't see it, she knew that Martha's eye just twitched. Martha hated being called doll by anyone that wasn't Sarah.
"Oh Harvey you're flattering me. Sarah and I were looking for some pink Gardenias, Valerians, for a new centerpiece on the dining table," Sarah said, playing along.
"Huh, that's weird. I had you pegged for a pastel Carnation kind of girl," he stated while looking very confused.
Sarah came up to the counter to join Martha with the same amount of fake enthusiasm, "Nope!" "Ok then, coming right up," Harvey turns away and starts to put the order together.
Martha, who was totally wound up by the conversation, turned to her left. She noticed a little girl in a fairy princess costume.
"Hi! My name is Lana, I'm many years old! I'm a fairy princess," she scream talked, "I can grant wishes!"
Martha beams and moved closer to the small child, "Can I have a wish?"
"Yeah," Lana screamed. She haphazardly bonked Martha on the head with her wand, "there you go!"
Martha laughed and stood back up, "why thank you young lady."
"You're welcome!"
"Alright ladies, here's your order!"
All attention turned to Harvey. "Ok, thanks," Sarah said, picking up the flowers.
Both Sarah and Martha made a hasty exit to the truck. Being around Harvey was always soul sucking because it reminded them of what they couldn't openly display.
After getting in the car and driving for a bit, the partners were on the highway. Sarah was itching to have a conversation about what the hell went on at the florist's.
"I think I know what you wished for."
"You do? Enlighten me, what did I wish for?"
Sarah scoffed, "aw, c'mon Martha, I saw the way you were looking at Lana. I'm not stupid. You know that's not possible here."
"And? That doesn't keep me from wanting it. I know that we aren't the perfect heterosexual couple that everyone wants us to be, but damn it I want to raise a kid!"
"HOLY SH-"
There was a loud crash and the truck got flipped over. "HONEY ARE YOU OK," Sarah shouted.
"Yes I'm fine," Martha winced, "you don't have to be so loud."
As they both disentangled themselves from the vehicle, a small and very naked child walked over to the wreck. Sarah, who was previously trying to make sure Martha was injured, was directed by Martha to wrap up the kid and carry it towards the other wreckage. What they saw at the end of the trench was something that would change their lives forever.
"I think E.T. is a long way from home, don't you think Martha," Sarah joked.
"This isn't funny Sarah," Martha croaked, looking at the spaceship, "what do we do with her, we can't tell people that we found her in a field! And we certainly can't tell people about this space ship, the government will take her away and she'll be a science experiment for the rest of her fucking life!"
"Hey! No swearing in front of the baby," Sarah then addresses the baby, "you are a baby right?"
Martha stops panicking for just a moment and turns back to see Sarah bouncing the kid and cooing at her, "hey babe, maybe my wish did come true."
"Yeah babe, I think it did." Chapter 2
2014
Clarke's morning routine was not 'just a routine.' No, it was a sacred ritual that she had to complete every step of in order to be fully ready for the day. First it starts with getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and all the other essentials. Then she does her farm chores and rushes to get to the breakfast table. Usually, she would scroll through her twitter feed and eat breakfast, but today was different. This morning she was going to ask Sarah to sign her permission slip to play soccer. Clarke didn't know why she was so nervous, but the butterflies in her stomach were aflutter.
"Whatcha got there, sport," Sarah questioned.
"I want to play on the soccer team and I need you to si-"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Clarke, I love you, but with your special abilities, you put the other players at risk. I won't let that happen."
Clarke sharply inhales through her nose, "I'll be careful, you know that I can be careful."
"I know honey," Sarah sighs, " but there are always accidents that are waiting to happen. I don't want people to find out about your secret."
"And why would that be such a bad thing, huh?"
"Why? Because the government will take you away and I will never see my daughter again. Just please, ride out the rest of high school, and then you can do what you want."
"I just don't want to go through high school being a nerd," Clarke huffed. "Besides, the bus is here."
Clarke looked outside the window, and sure enough the bus was sitting there. She grabbed her permission slip and rushed outside. Only to be left in the dust. She could imagine the money exchanging between the hands of her two best friends, Cole and Paige. Their bets were never mean spirited, hell sometimes even she got in on it, but today they bet on Clarke missing the bus.
Not knowing what else to do, Clarke put in her ear buds and super sped to school through the corn field where no one could see her. She almost liked missing the bus. It gave her the chance to get rid of all her excess energy that doing farm chores usually didn't take care of.
She beat the bus to school. ...
Paige wasn't a huge fan of dances. If she learned anything from middle school, it was that dances are ASS (Awkward, Scary, Stupid). However, she figured since it was the group's freshmen year of highschool, they should go. No matter how ASS the dance will be.
"Hey Cole, do you have a date to the homecoming dance," Paige asked while walking to the building with her.
Cole raised her brow, "No, are you asking as a date?"
Paige barked out a laugh, "no, I think that you, Clarke, and me should go as a group."
"What about the dance?"
Paige screamed.
"Clarke, my dude, you can NOT just sneak up like that. You're going to give someone a heart attack," Paige said.
"Dude, how the hell did you beat us to school," Cole squawked.
Clarke shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I'm a really fast runner... and I took a shortcut."
"With a portal gun?"
"Cole," Paige dismissed her, "cool it with the questions. Clark and I need to talk about our plan to be popular in high school."
Cole smirked, "oh? And what is that?"
Paige's chest puffed up with pride, "Clarkie and I are going to be trying out for the soccer team."
Cole looked at Clarke to confirm that she did just hear those words come out of her mouth. Clarke meekly confirmed it, "Sorry Paige, I might have to bail on this one. I don't think it's a great idea anymore."
"So you were just going to throw yourselves at the jocks and see what sticks huh," she said
pointedly.
Paige grabbed her shoulder and dragged her to a quiet area near the wall, "Clark and I are not going to be the scarecrow this year."
"What's the scarecrow," Cole asked.
"Every year before the homecoming game, the jocks get together and grab a freshman to hang like a scarecrow in Riley field after stripping them down to their underwear and painting an S on their chest."
"Paige, that sounds... awful. Why haven't the police done anything about it?"
"Nobody's gotten too hurt by it, so they let it slide. We figured they wouldn't choose one of their own," Clarke said, now noticing Lana, "hey guys, I gotta go."
Did Clarke have somewhere to go? Yes. She had to go talk to Lana Lane, the most pretty girl in school.
Noticing where Clarke was headed, the two friends began to gamble.
Paige pulls a five out of her jacket, "he won't last ten seconds."
"Five," Cole said, agreeing to the unspoken rules.
Paige started counting, but could only get to five before Clarke tripped on nothing.
Cole smirked, taking the money out of Paige's hand, "it's a given fact, my dear. Clarke Kent can't get within five feet of Lana Lane without becoming a total klutz."
"I'm just trying to have some faith in my girl. When you think she's gonna realize?"
"Paige, I'm not going to bet on this one... but if it were, I would say that she'll realize she has a crush on Lana Lane in a week, if that."
...
"Nietzsche," Lana remarked, looking at Clarke's phone case before returning it to her, "I didn't know you had a dark side, Kent."
Clarke looked at her green necklace with a grimace on her face, "Don't we all?"
"I guess," she said while standing up. Clarke was squatting on the ground. "So what are you, man or superman?"
Clark shakily laughed, "I haven't figured it out yet."
"Hey babe," Whitney greeted,walking up behind Lana, "where have you been? I've been searching the whole school. Hey Clarke."
She pecked his lips, "oh, you know. Around."
"Can you do me a solid and proof my english paper," Whitney asked sheepishly. Clarke moved to sit on the fence still in pain, hoping to exit the interaction.
"Dude, are you ok? You look like you're dying," Whitney said, with very little concern in his voice. "Yeah, I'm fine," Clarke waved him off.
"Ok then." Whitney rested his arm on Lana's shoulders and they walked off together as the bell rang.
...
The former scarecrow looks into the trophy case and sees his former bullies. He is so enraged that he punches the glass of the case.
...
Lex drove through Smallville listing every single thing he wished he could say straight to his father's face. One of them was 'shipping Lex off to Smallville is a bad idea.' He passed what he assumed was Riley field, the stretch of land before his factory.
This whole thing is bullshit, he thought.
When he arrived at the plant, he crappily parked his car, because let's face it. Who cares about how the plant manager parks? It's not like anyone is going to complain anyway. With a curt, 'thanks, dad,' he walked into the plant.
...
Chapter 3
Clarke didn't know why she chose to sit in front of the cheerleaders to see their practice, but she did. She was only there to support Paige and her efforts to get on the soccer team. Having said that, Clarke couldn't find Paige so she started watching the cheerleaders. Well, one cheerleader in particular. If you guessed it was Lana Lang, you get a prize. Clarke couldn't label how she felt abo-
"Clarke, buddy, earth to Clarke?"
"Yes Paige?"
"How do I look," she asked, her pride hidden by her goalie mask.
Clarke snorted, "like you belong with the football team on the other side of the field as a tackle dummy. Good luck, I just got a text from my mom. I gotta go dude, sorry."
...
Lex was feeling free, speeding on the highway. So free in fact, when he got a call through his bluetooth, he paid more attention to that than the road. He hit a roll of barbed wire fencing and popped his front tires, losing control of the vehicle. He tried to scream at the girl standing on the bridge to get out of the way, but it was no use. He hit the girl, killing her. And then he would die too, because now he was underwater, trapped in his car.
...
Clarke felt shitty about lying to her friend, but she really wanted to be alone to think about highschool. She knew her parents were trying to look out for her by telling her she couldn't join the soccer team, she just didn't want to be a loser for the rest of her life. Especially when her abilities made her larger than life. High School was only-
"POP, CRASH"
Clarke was suddenly in the river that she was just looking at. She swam to the surface, only to realize that the driver of the car was still under water. Working quickly, she swam over to the fully submerged car, dragged out the unconscious passenger, and brought him to shore. Realizing that she wouldn't get away with just getting the man out of the water, she performed mouth to mouth. After 20 some odd seconds, the man was alive and breathing.
"I-I thought I hit you," he said shakily.
"If you did," Clarke started, "I would be dead."
The man introduced himself as Lex Luthor. As soon as he said that, Clarke knew his moms were going to be pissed. They hated the Luthors, with good reason too. Not that Clarke ever asked, they just made comments whenever they were mentioned on tv.
"I'm going to assume your phone is still in the river," Lex said, "that's ok, my car sends an alert to the nearest 911 dispatch service with coordinates as soon as it detects an impact. You can call your parents then."
Clarke nodded and they waited and made the most awkward 'sorry I almost hit you with my expensive car' small talk ever.
...
"CLARKE," Sarah yelled as she ran towards her daughter after she got out of the car, "ARE YOU OK?"
"Yeah Mom," Clarke said, wrapping the shock blanket around herself even tighter. "Who hit you?"
Lex walked over after talking to an officer. "That would be me. You have one fine daughter, Ms. Kent. Not like FINE fine, but..." Lex could sense he wasn't going to recover from that fumble, "how can I repay your family?"
Sarah stared daggers at him. If looks could kill...
"Drive slower, and maybe your Daddy won't have to come bail you out next time." Sarah grabbed Clarke and guided her to the car.
Chapter 4
Clarke shouldn't be doing this. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, and yet here she is. Doing this. What is this? This is using her telescope to spy on the neighbor across the street. Who is the neighbor? If you guessed Lana Lang, you get a prize. She was talking with her boyfriend, but unfortunately, one of Clarke's abilities wasn't super hearing. She was stuck with trying to read their lips instead.
...
"Whit, you should really go," Lana whispered, "my uncle's going to be back soon and if you're here, there's going to be hell to pay."
"Aw, c'mon babe," he whined, "where is the guy anyway? Is he bowling?"
Lana rolled her eyes, "No, dummy, he's at Lex Luthor's. They're closing a business deal."
"Wait," Whitney pauses, "the Luthors own the Metropolis sharks, maybe they can put a good word in."
"My uncle's not the one you want to talk to about that," Lana said, "Clarke saved Lex Luthor's life today. Pulled him out of the river."
Whitney sucked in a breath, "yeah, I saw on Twitter. Can you believe people are saying that Clarke shouldn't have saved him? The #betteroffdead was trending on Twitter today."
"Enough about Lex," she said, "you need to rest up for tomorrow's practice."
"Hey, uh," Whitney stumbled, "coach said that there's going to be a scout from Kansas State on Saturday. This could be my chance to make a name for myself. To be known outside of Smallville. I really want to do well and..."
Lana smiled, "do you want a good luck charm?"
He nodded, "I know it sounds lame, but I want a piece of you right there when I make the final winning touchdown."
Lana giggled, "well, who am I to deny that?" She takes off her necklace and hands it to Whitney. "Lana... I can't take this."
"Why not, Whit?"
"This is too..."
"You can give it back to me after you win the game, dummy." Lana's smile is brighter than the sun.
"Is it really made from the meteor that..."
Her smile softens, "yeah, my uncle had it made for me. A few years ago. There are so many bad memories in that necklace, I think it's high time that I put some good ones in it."
Whitney's lips move forward to press on to Lana's and Lana accepts the kiss.
...
Clarke looks away from the telescope, witnessing the entire conversation, but not knowing a word of what was just said. Knowing that she just saw a very intimate exchange between two lovers, made her feel really dirty.
...
The mechanic has no clue what is coming.
"Hey, weren't you the scarecrow kid," he smiled, "where the hell you been buddy?" The boy wastes no time and exacts his revenge.
...
Chapter 5
Clarke's eyes almost fell out when she saw what was sitting in the driveway. It was a brand new red truck. As she got closer, she noticed a blue bow sitting on the hood.
"Hey mom," Clarke said, "whose truck is that?"
Her mom, getting off the tractor, handed her a card, "it's from Lex."
Clarke briefly read the note and asked, "who has the keys?"
"Sarah does. She's in the barn."
Clarke knew, the moment she said that, she would have to return it. And as much as she didn't want to admit it, Sarah was right.
Clarke walked over to the barn, trying to think of things to say to get Sarah to let her keep the truck. Deep down though, she knew it would be a fruitless effort. Sarah Kent did not take gifts from Luthors and that was that.
She could hear the wood chipper before she got to the barn. When Sarah noticed her, she turned off the chipper and took off her PPE.
"Listen kid," Sarah said, "I know you want that truck, hell I want that truck. We can't keep it." "Why not? I saved Lex's life."
"Oh," Sarah becomes sarcastic, "so you deserve a prize?"
"No, that's..."
"But that's exactly what you're saying hon. You shouldn't be encouraged by rewards to do good things for other people. It's gotta go."
"It's not like the Luthors can't afford it!"
"Hon, I know you're upset, but this is norm-"
"NORMAL," Clarke shouts, "NORMAL? IS THIS NORMAL?"
She stalks over to the wood chipper and turns it on, then she sticks her hand into the machine. But instead of ripping her arm shreds, she damages the machine beyond repair. And when she pulls her hand out? It's completely fine.
"I didn't dive in after Lex's car, Mom. He hit me at 60 miles an hour. Is that normal for you? I would give up so many things to be normal." Clarke stalks past Sarah to go to her loft.
Martha, hearing the whole conversation, shares a look with Sarah, and she knows what she has to do.
...
Sarah walks up to the loft with a hunk of metal burning in her pocket. This metal was the key to Clarke's origin.
"Hon," she said, Clarke acted like she wasn't paying attention, "I have something here that
belonged to your birth parents."
That piqued Clarke's interest and she turned to face her mother, "What is it?"
Sarah took out the metal and handed it to Clarke, "I don't know Clarke, maybe you can figure it out. I've tried to translate whatever language is on there, but so far, no luck. It's totally unlike anything that has been seen on earth."
"Mom, I swear to fucking god, this is the worst time to pull a prank on me. Why the hell would you tell me that I'm an ali-"
"Follow me," she commanded, "I have something else to show you."
...
"Damn, so I'm really E.T.? Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Because Clarke, we couldn't risk you telling other kids, you know how they don't have filters. We didn't want anyone to take you away from us..."
"YOU STILL SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME," Clarke screamed and super sped away.
...
"Clarke, what the hell are you doing out in the middle of the woods?"
Clarke moved to stand in front of a grave angel, "trust me, Lana, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I'll go now."
"No, Clarke, it's ok," Lana said, "I was just expecting to be alone. Are you ok?" Clarke laughed meekly, "I'm hanging around a graveyard, that ok for you?" "I'm here too, dummy."
"Fair point," Clark wiped a tear away, "so what's your excuse?"
"Are you good at keeping secrets," Lana whispered.
"I am the wikileaks of secrets," Clarke whispered back jokingly.
Lana laughed and lightly hit Clarke's bicep, "I regularly visit my parent's grave to talk to them, do you want to meet them? I promise it won't be weird." She motions to the flowers in her hands.
Clarke has always known of Lana's parents passing, she always posts anniversary pictures on social media. She just had no idea how close Lana really was with her parents.
"No, it totally won't be weird. Yes, I would love to," Clarke smiled. "When did they pass?" "They passed when I was three."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Lana consoled, "you didn't do anything. Let's go, I'll introduce you."
They both walked over to the double grave.
"Mom, Dad, this is Clarke Kent. Say Hi," she knelt down. Following her direction, Clarke also knelt. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Lang."
"Yeah, she is kind of shy," she put flowers down and paused, "how should I know?" She turns to Clarke, "Dad wants to know if you're having boy problems."
Clarke smirks, "No, sir."
Lana laughs and kind of rolls her eyes, "Mom wants to know if you're having girl problems."
That made Clarke a little tense, "No ma'am, definitely not."
Lana chuckled, "She's got a sense of humor. But seriously, you have to tell me why you're out here."
"Lana, have you ever felt like you were forced onto an alternate path in life?"
"Oh, I know it all too well. Sometimes, I have this dream where my uncle is supposed to pick me up from school. Instead, my parents come, and they're just really late. And we drive back to our apartment in Metropolis. We have fun, just like old times. And then, I wake up. And for a brief second, I'm happy. Until I realize they're still gone."
There's a moment of silence between the two teens.
Clarke breaks it first, his attention going to the grave, "what's that Mrs. Lang? Ok, I'll let her know." Clarke turns his attention to Lana, "she wants me to tell you that no matter what, Lana, you are not alone." She pretends to hear something else from the grave, "what's that Mr. Lang? Ok, I'll tell her," Clarke turns to Lana and grabs her hand and squeezes, "He says you're a shoo in for homecoming queen."
Both girls laugh.
"Did they really say that Clarke?"
"Oh, yeah," she exaggerated, "once they start talking they just can't stop." She smiled.
...
Clarke didn't know why, but she felt like she had to walk Lana home.
"Thanks for walking me home, Clarke."
"It's really no problem, neither of us should be out walking in the woods anyway."
"I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had, how do you feel?"
Clark chuckled, "I feel like I want to do this again. Maybe not in the woods. I did like meeting your parents though. Are you going to the dance?"
"Yeah, with Whitney."
Clarke didn't know why that sentence hurt, but it did. "Right, of course, obviously, he's your boyfriend."
"I'll still dance to a few songs with your group though. I'm assuming you're going with a group?"
"Yeah, Cole and Paige."
"Cool, then I'll see you there," she hugs Clark and walks back to her house.
Little did the girls know, Whitney was watching the whole time, trying to figure out what kind of bond the girls had.
Chapter 6
Clark was returning the truck to Lex and so far, it wasn't easy. First she'd had to get rejected at the gate by security, then she climbed over the wall (like a normal human), and then had to break in. Coming up with excuses for the busted doorknobs wouldn't be easy, but it had to be done. After wandering the halls, Clarke happened upon a vigorating fencing match in which one of the fencers threw their rapier a little bit to the right of her head, impaling it in the wall. The offending fencer took off their mask.
"Oh, sorry Clark. It's kind of hard to see under this thing," Lex apologized.
"Hey man, if you're busy..."
"Nonsense, Lauren here was just getting done with kicking my ass, weren't you?"
The woman nodded, gathered her things and left. Lex moved the conversation into his office. "So, how are the new wheels treating you?"
"Oh, the wheels? They're great, I just have to uh, give them back. My mom doesn't want me to have them."
Lex scoffed, "is it because she doesn't like me?" "More or less, yeah," Clarke shrugged.
Lex looked into the mirror at his own reflection, "I long for the day that I will be judged entirely by my own actions, not by the baldness of my own head." Lex stared at his reflection.
"It's not you specifically, nor the baldness," Clarke tried to comfort, "she just doesn't like..." "My dad."
"Yeah."
"That's understandable." Lex turned to Clarke.
"Hey, I gotta go, thanks for the truck, though," Clarke stretched out her hand and gave the keys to Lex.
Just before Clarke can leave, Lex asks, "Clarke, do you believe a man can fly?" Clarke shakes her head no and disappears behind the door.
...
"I just think it's weird that all of the people who are dying are jocks, Paige." "Hey Cole, take a picture of that weird guy over there."
Cole obiently snaps the picture. ...
"So our mystery man is Jeremy Creek," Cole stated, staring at the computer screen. "He was supposed to graduate with the class of 2006, but ended up going to the hospital after being directly exposed to the meteor shower while being the scarecrow."
"Wait, Cole, how did you find this out," Clarke questioned.
"Well, if you look at his yearbook photo," she pointed, "and this photo I took a few hours ago," she pointed at her cell phone screen, "they're identical."
"But that's impossible Cole, he'd be 26," Clarke said.
"Cole," Paige murmured, "I think it's time."
"Time for what Cole?"
Paige sighed, "I think it's high time you saw the Wall of Weird." ...
"Guys, what are we doing in this..." Clarke's jaw dropped when she saw the wall.
"This is the physical manifestation of the Wall of Weird. We also have a digital version that has a lot more information."
Cole was already sitting at the computer when she turned back to her. Clarke didn't know what to do. It seemed like Cole was already so close to finding out her secret.
"I think that all the weird stuff in Smallville started happening because of the meteor shower. Here, take a look at this," Cole opened a video file and played it.
The video was of the meteor shower in town. Clarke could only see chaos, and the date that the video was taken. A scream from the video distracted her from her thoughts. It was a child screaming for her parents. An explosion happened and the parents were no longer standing there. The camera turned and Clarke saw something that made her heart drop into her stomach. It was Harvey, holding a sobbing Lana.
Clarke had to leave. She had to tell her moms, Lana, a therapist, someone, that she had killed someone's parents. She made a hasty exit, leaving Cole and Paige to figure out what the hell just happened.
...
Clarke paid no mind to the group of rowdy teens that were exiting the school with her. They tried to rile her up for the homecoming game, but when she turned to look at them they got the message and left her alone. Clarke reached the parking lot when she felt a hand come down on her shoulder.
"Cole, Paige," she sighed, "I just need to be alone right now..."
The hand spun Clarke around and grabbed the front of her shirt. It was too late now to realize that the hands belonged to Whitney last name, Smallville High's favorite jock. "Congrats Kent, you
have the honor of being this year's scarecrow."
Clarke regained her composure quickly and pushed herself out of Whitney's grasp, "Stop messing with me."
That was not the right thing to do. She just accidentally fanned the flames of the proverbial fire. The football player shed his coat and held himself in a fighting stance, challenging Clarke. It was obvious from her perspective that her opponent wouldn't back down without a fight. So she threw the first punch. And because Clarke has such great luck, she missed. The front of Whitney's shirt was now opened slightly at the top, revealing Lana's necklace. She immediately felt like all of the energy in her body was siphoned out of her.
Whitney grabbed her and threw her on the ground, following her to grab her by the collar. "What the hell is goin' on between you and my girl, Kent?"
"Nothing, I swear," she growled.
Clarke looked at the necklace and it gave Whitney an idea. "Like this necklace? It's Lana's. You might as well wear it, it's the closest you're ever going to get to her," Whitney sneered, putting the necklace on Clarke.
Clarke mostly blanked out from pain after that. ...
Jeremy felt sorry for the girl. She didn't deserve this. In reality, nobody did. He saw the car drive away, wishing he could have done something before. Though with his plan, the girl was safer tied up in Riley field.
...
the scene I don't want to write because it skeeves me out, but I have to eventually for the integrity of the story.
...
Clarke had been hanging from the post for hours. The pain from the meteor rock dulled from what it was before, but Clarke wasn't sure if it was because she's been wearing it for so long or the ache in her arms and legs was finally catching up to her. Then she heard the ruffling of some corn stalks. Someone was approaching.
"Well, I guess some things do change don't they? Back in my day, they never would have picked a girl," Jeremy glowered stalking up to the pole and pacing in front of Clarke, "it hurts, doesn't it? Being the scarecrow, I mean. What those assholes did to you was... unforgivable."
"Jeremy," Clarke shuddered from the cold, she could see her own breath, "man, this isn't you. Help me down and we can get you some help, ok?"
"Help? Me?" He scoffed, "The only people who need help are the ones that did this to you." "What are you going to do, huh? Jeremy, I heard about what you did to those guys..."
"THEY DESERVED IT! HOW CAN YOU SAY THEY DIDN'T DESERVE IT? ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT THEY DID TO YOU! THEY DESERVE TO FRY!"
Clarke felt like she was the hostage and hostage negotiator. "What is your plan?"
"I'm going to insert electrical science term here homecoming," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Jeremy turned and walked away, "you'll be safe here."
Clarke began to panic, "Jeremy, there are so many innocent students there, are you willing to sacrifice all the students who didn't do anything?
But it was too late, the man was gone.
A minute later Clarke heard the squealing of tires and a car door opening. So she screamed for help. And if there was one person who she didn't want to see like this besides Lana Lang, it was...
"Clarke?" A confused Lex Luthor emerged from the corn.
Clarke would have rather taken death at this point.
"Present and accounted for," she lifted her head, her long hair falling to the sides revealing her face.
Lex practically jumped, "oh my god, Clarke what the hell happened?" He ran behind her to safely get her down.
"I got the honor of bein' the scarecrow this year, Lex," she said, trying to coolly play it off. Clarke really didn't want Lex to pity her.
Lex made quick work of the knots holding her up and didn't realize how weak Clarke would be when there was nothing tying her to the pole. She fell to the ground and the necklace came away from her neck during the fall. Clarke immediately stood up to look for her clothes. Lex had a little bit more time to look around and realized whoever did this to his friend had her clothes. He shed his jacket and held it out to her, looking at her to check her body for any physical injuries. She didn't notice, so he coughed to get her attention.
She turned, "oh, no, they left my clothes around here somewhere. Thank god they left my phone." Clarke picked it up and went back to looking.
After about 15 seconds, she realized this was getting really awkward. Even if they were friends, it was really inappropriate to be nearly naked in front of a 21 year old man. She turned to Lex with a 'what can you do' face and he simply held out the coat, and turned around.
Her dignity was still totally intact.
"Ok," he gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to lead her back to his car, "it's time to get you home."
Clarke jerked away from his gentle grasp and reassured him. "Lex, dude, I'm fine. I can just walk home."
Lex looked at her quizzically, almost as if to say, "in that outfit?"
She rolled her eyes at him, "I'll stay in the corn field. I happen to know that I can get to my house without being seen."
"Are you sure? I can..."
"LEX, I'm not a porcelain doll. I can take a beating and get back up," she spat. Clarke didn't want to be mean to Lex, but she had to remember that time was of the essence. She stalked away and
Lex didn't follow.
As soon as she knew he wouldn't be able to see her, she super sped away to get a change of clothes. It was time for dancing.
...
After Clarke got hit by a car, she decided it was time to go home. Her dress was ruined beyond repair and if anyone had seen her like this and told Lana? She would have been mortified. Since her dress was already torn to shreds, she ripped off the bottom, leaving enough fabric for modesty, and started to run home. She felt a buzz in one of her pockets. It was one of several text notifications.
From Cole: hey dude where the hell are you?
From Paige: Listen, Cole is starting to think you're dead. And if you don't answer me in the next ten minutes, you will be. Cole is close to having a panic attack.
From Paige: you are dead to me. I just had to lie to Cole and tell her that Mrs. Briggs gave us an extra credit paper to write. Better study up on the history of the penny.
From Cole: My bad
She chuckled.
To Paige: I actually like the history of the penny. Thanks for covering. From Paige: Ass.
Clarke put her phone away and her mind drifted to the exchange Jeremy and her had before he tried to electrocute the school. Was she sent here on a mission to protect people? Or was she here to conquer mankind?
...
When Clarke got home she literally ripped off her dress, opting for a t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. Not knowing what else to do, she sunk down into her loveseat and opened snapchat. Social media wasn't really Clarke's thing unless it was at the breakfast table, but she was curious to see if anything happened at the dance.
The first snap that came on to her screen was a video of Paige and Cole dancing to Girls Just want to Have Fun. They were clearly having the time of their life and Clarke regretted that she didn't join them for that. In the background, she noticed Lana and Whitney sitting together at a table. Why was she so jealous of W-
"Hey Clarke, I tried to look for you at the dance, but your friends said you weren't there," Lana appeared at the top of the loft. "They said something about pennies."
Clarke's mouth went dry, the grainy video on snapchat didn't do Lana justice. She looked like a goddess among mortals. "Uh, yeah, Mrs. Briggs gave me an extra credit assignment that I had to work on. I finished it though."
"The DJ played Girls Just Want to Have Fun," Lana smiled, "I wanted to dance with you..." she trailed off. "I don't know if you want to have fun, but," she pulls out her phone, hits play, and sets it on the coffee table, "I do."
Lana grabs Clarke's hands and helps the other girl off the couch. She led Clarke's hands to her waist and set them there while she rested her arms on her shoulders. They both begin to sway, sharing this tender moment together.
Lana accidentally stumbles over Clarke's feet, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry are you ok?" Clarke laughed, "yeah."
The thing is, if any other person were in her place right now, that would have hurt like a mother fucker.
Suddenly a scream pierced through the air, ruining the moment. Ruining Lana.
Clark turned around to look out the window, just in time to see the real Lana waving goodbye to her friends.