-Chapter Two-

The Premonition

Nearly six months had past since Clark had left Smallville on his global quest and he had travelled all over in that time. He lived with many different cultures learning their ways and customs. He found it eye opening to see so many different people living in harmony. Although that didn't mean to say there were problems. Thieves and murderers lived far beyond Smallville. But, Clark always managed to stop them and bring the to justice, secretly of course.

It always hard for Clark to leave a new place after seeing the decadence of some customs and wanting to stay even more. He wanted to help. But, he knew he had to move on. He had to. It was his destiny.

Through his travels though Clark worked for some tabloid presses of lower developed countries. Not for money. For free as many of the newspapers were not as developed as the Daily planet. Clark was just happy to help and found his niche as a journalist. Although he had always loved journalism. He had never felt the rush like he did back in those copier rooms.

This was what brought him to San Francisco. With his global journey coming to an end, Clark wanted to go across America. His first stop was at the Bay Mirror. He had called for an interview for an internship. The Bay Mirror had won many Pulitzers not surpassing the Daily Planet but, still Clark felt it was best place for him. Plus, he had always wanted to see San Francisco and why not through the rush of investigative reporting.

Clark stepped out of the taxi, which stopped against the kerb in front of the Bay Mirror. He breathed it in as he saw the sign saying: "BAY MIRROR".

He turned to the cab driver handing him the money. "Keep the change," Clark said as he handed the money to him. Clark turned to the Newspaper offices throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder. He walked through the doors to see a large reception area with gold walls very much like the planet except smaller. Clark walked over to the reception desk to the receptionist who sits typing something on her computer.

"Err... excuse me," Clark said sheepishly with a cough to get her attention. She looked up. "My names Clark Kent I'm here for an internship interview."

"Oh, yes," she replied with a smile. She pointed over to the elevators. "Floor 12."

Clark nodded and walked to the elevators. He numbers above him shone a light as the elevator came down. The wait was excruciating Clark had been nervous about interviews before but, this was a big thing now. He was in the big leagues. The doors opened. He shuffled into the packed elevator. There was a deafening silence as he stood within the bustling people all pouring in and out of the elevator. He felt his nerves burning through his stomach building through each floor.

The doors opened at floor 12. Five people brushed past Clark knocking him out of their way. Clark spun around as they knocked him out of the way. He turned to face the doors to see them closing. "Wait!" he called frantically. The doors suddenly, stopped and opened. Clark sighed with relief. He poked his head out to see a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties with short dark hair.

"Thanks," Clark said with relief. "Is it always this busy?"

"Only today," she chuckled. "You the new intern?"

"Err... yeah," Clark replied nervously. "And you are?"

The woman smiled and pointed to a poster stuck on the wall of her a title under it saying: "ASK PHOEBE". Clark smiled a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm new in town," Clark said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, where do you come from?" she said as they walked into the newsroom.

"Smallville," Clark answered. "It's in Kansas." He said when she looked at him as if he had two heads.

"Oh, farmboy right?" Phoebe joked pleasantly.

"Born and bred," Clark replied with a smile. "Listen, it was good to meet you Phoebe. Listen, I've got to go for an interview. So Bye."

He darted through the doors and walked across the busy newsroom. People again brushed past him as they held papers and shouted across to people. A door could be seen saying: "EDITOR IN CHIEF". Clark knocked on the door smartly. A voice appeared from inside. "Come in," it said. It was a woman.

Clark walked in nervously to see a red haired woman in her forties sat behind a desk. She stood up beaming at Clark. "You must be the new intern?"

"Yeah, Clark Kent," Clark said holding his hand.

"Kent," she said quickly, "as in Senator Kent?"

"Yeah, she's my mom," Clark said a little embarrassed.

"We had an interview with her a few months ago," she said. "Lovely woman."

"Yeah, I think so too," Clark joked. "Err... sorry. But, I'm not sure I got your name."

"Elise," she said shaking Clark's hand. "Now, you said in your phone call you'd been doing some work at other newspapers. Do you have any samples of your work?"

"Err... yeah," Clark said digging into his bag. He looked up to see Elise looking at him strangely. "Sorry, I haven't found a place to stay yet. Practically sleeping out of this thing." He found them. "Here." He handed her some samples of his work.

"Well, it looks as if you've been doing some travelling," She chuckled lightly. "Mmm, this is good. You've got talent."

"Thanks," Clark beamed.

"But," she said, "it's a bit rough. Which means that you could learn a lot from this internship. Welcome to the Bay Mirror."

"Thanks," Clark said shaking her hand.

"Now, you'll be paired with someone," Elise said quickly. "Most of our reporters are away so you'll be paired with someone on last minute. Sorry."

She ushered Clark out of the room. Clark walked out a little taken aback. She walked out and walked over to an office at the side of the newsroom. She opened the door. Clark was surprised to see Phoebe, only realising when he walked in with Elise that this was her office.

"Phoebe," Elise said, "I need you to look after our young Mr. Kent here."

"What?" Phoebe said shocked, "oh, err... yeah okay. Have a seat?" Clark sat down on the couch by the wall promptly. "I don't really have anything for you to do so... could you just help me clear up these letters?"

"Yeah, sure," Clark said kindly. He picked up the letters and put the in the In Box tidily. Clark looked at one of the letters Phoebe was reading. "He should tell his parents the truth."

"What?" Phoebe asked a little jumpy. "Oh, right, yeah I was thinking the same thing."

She went to grab hold of a letter as did Clark. Phoebe gasped as their hands met and she watched in horror as she saw a black and white vision of Clark stood in front of a bus speeding towards him. Phoebe gasped and opened her eyes. She looked up at Clark shocked. "Listen, I have to go out for a minute," she said hurriedly. "You just stay here and answer some of my questions. You know practise and everything. I'll be back in a moment."

She ran out of the room leaving Clark looking absolutely perplexed.