Set after "Whisper". Clark never regained his sight and has been pretending that he can see to keep his parents from worrying. He has developed at new ability.
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The grays blended together as Pete sped to school. He chattered away about a new cute girl he noticed at the Talon. Clark vaguely listened as he tried to distinguish the various landmarks. Was that a windmill or a tree? Had they already passed the McNally farm?
How had he thought this charade would realistically work? Being on the Kent farm was easy. He'd memorized its layout within the first 6 months of his arrival. Like Jonathan Kent, the farm was steadfast and safe. Outside the farm, things moved at a faster pace. Things, people, were unpredictable (though Smallville was hardly chaotic like Metropolis). He clicked hid tongue in frustration.
To Clark, the reverberations from that single click echoed like a gong being pounded in the Grand Canyon. The waves of sound bounced back at him like sonar, painting an image in his mind. He could "see" that they were coming up to the high school parking lot and the rows of parked cars. He could make out the shapes of individuals moving from vehicles toward the entrance of the school. Then, as quick as the muted images came, they disappeared. Pete has still droning on about the cutie he'd chatted up, showing no sign of having heard Clark.
Nervous tension ran through Clark. He stiffened as he gingerly stepped from the vehicle. His worst fear was that he would accidentally step on or run into someone. A misstep like that could seriously hurt anyone else. He listened intently, measuring footsteps and paces. He breathed in and noticed the various scents. Perfumes and aftershaves. Deodorants and lotions. Paint and floor wax. Each different scent had a different location or person associated with it.
A few quick steps approached. The scent of coffee, vanilla, and bubble gum reached him before he heard Chloe speak. "What's with the shades, Clark? Is your future to bright?" He could hear the smirk in her voice.
"While I always appreciate a song reference, no. My eyes are still really sensitive and the florescent lights give me migraines now," he lied so eloquently. He hated how easy it was becoming. He clicked his tongue again and the outline of a small pixie-of-a-girl flooded his mind. Again, there was no indication that either Pete or Chloe had heard him. He smiled ruefully. He missed her cheeky smile.
There was no rest for his senses. Between concentrating on the various sounds and matching the various scents to their places and people, Clark was spent by the time lunch rolled around. He found his way outside to sit when a familiar scent hit him. Lilacs and honey. Soft, yet sure, steps made their way toward him. "Hi, Lana."