Sing, Canary, Sing

Chapter 4: Sneak Ins, and Plots

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.

Author's Note: Good God, It's been forever! I'm soooo sorry, but I've just been soooo busy lately. But, no that schools over, it's going to be an updating frenzy! Well, here you go. And, look, whats that? Why, I do believe it's another new chapter after this one!

The old horse galloped through the grassy fields. Dinah moved with it, taking in everything about her surroundings.She loved it in the meadows. They always helped her clear her head. She began to head back down the trail towards the barn. When she got closer, she noticed someone in the barn. As she got closer, she realized that it was Clark.

When she got to the gate, where the trail to the meadow met the trail to the barn, she hopped off of her black thero bred, Star and walked her the rest of the way. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to go pocking around other people's things?" She asked as she entered the barn.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to break all the windows in town?" He asked in return. Dinah just rolled her eye's and handed him Star's reigns. "Here," she said as he awkwardly took them, "Make yourself useful." She began untacking Star, setting things here and there. After she hoisted off Star's saddle and set it on the old chest, she took the reigns back from Clark and took off the bridal, then slipped a halter on Star just as fast. "Do me a favor and lead her into that stall over there?"

Clark did as he was asked, and when he turned around, she was on her way to the house. "Dinah!" He called, running after her. She had almost made it to the back door when she felt his hand on her arm and she stopped and turned around. "Can we not do this now?" Clark looked hesitant, nervous.

"Uh, yes. We have to."

"Why? Can it at least wait until I don't smell like horse?" She asked. He looked even more nervous.

"I really think we should just talk about this. Right here, right now."

And then, she got it. She looked up at the sky and half smiled. She shook her head, then turned around and went in the back door. "Chloe!" She called. "Chloe, come out! I know you're in here!"

Chloe peeked her head out from the railing of the staircase and smiled worriedly. "Uh, hi?"

"What exactly were you two hoping to find?"

"Well," Chloe answered, coming the rest of the way down the stairs and over to her friend, "We weren't really sure. We sorta kinda hoped we know it when we saw it." She admitted. Dinah shook her head again.

"There's nothing to find. I'm just you're regular, average girl."

"Who can shatter glass with what seems to be a super sonic scream." Dinah sighed in defeat.

"Ok. Again, there isn't really some big, dramatic story. I was born with a gene deformity. The chromosomes that make up my vocal chords are all... messed up. Gives me a sonic scream. End of story." Chloe looked as if she didn't believe her. "You don't believe me?" Dinah asked. "I'll give you all my medical records since I was ten. I've been to the best doctors all over the world. They all say the same thing. That i have a genetic disorder. It has no name, I'm the first one of the kind."

No one said anything for a while, until Chloe finally spoke again. "We're here, if you need us. Or, at least, I am." She looked at Dinah, then at Clark, then at the floor. "I'm gonna go wait in the car." She told Clark. Once she had gone, Clark said, "I know what you're going through. Well, at least, sort of. And, I promise, I'm here, too."

"You say that. But how often do you really keep your promises?"

"At least I try."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Clark didn't say anything, he just looked away from her.

"Dinah, I understand a lot more about you then you think I do. You just have to let me in." And then he left, leaving her standing in her kitchen, wondering what all he had meant by that.

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"What exactly would you like us to find, Mr. Luthor?" Dr. Sam Ridland asked Lionel, who was sitting in a chair across from his desk. "I want you to find a reason for this." Lionel said, holding up a tape recorder and pressing the 'play' button. A sharp, shrill sound came from it. "What was that?" Dr. Ridland asked him.

"We have no idea. My people recorded it a few nights ago. They said the scream came from Miss. Lance... and shattered almost all of the windows in town."

"And you have no idea what it was? What caused it?"

"No, Dr. that's why I have come to you." Lionel said, beginning to loose his patience.

"Well, if you can get her here, we're willing to do the research." Dr. Ridland said, writing something down on his appointment sheet. "Did your people find anything else? Medical records of any kind?"

"Oh yes, they found all of her medical files. But, non of them say anything about this 'sonic scream' she seems to have acquired."

"All you have to do is get her here. We'll do the rest." Lionel smiled, shook hands with the good doctor, then left the office. He walked down the front hall quite pleased with himself, then walked out the front doors of Bell Reve.