Well here is chapter 2 everyone. We hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Christina found herself at the farm once again. She was all set to go in and just tell Clark the truth. That she was his 16-year-old daughter from the future, and that Jonathan Kent's death in this timeline had changed her future, as well as his. But the more she thought about it, the more she reconsidered. He's not gonna believe me. Who goes up to someone and says "Hi, I'm your daughter from the future." I have to think of something else. And with that, Christina turned around and decided to go to the Talon to have a coffee and think of another plan.

2 hours, and 4 grande mocha lattes later, Christina still didn't have a plan. She was just about to leave and go back to the fortress, as she had no place else to stay, when she literally bumped into the one person she was both excited and scared to see.

"Oh, hey kid. I'm sorry, are you okay?" Lois Lane asked. Christina just stared at her. "Hey kid? You all right?"

"Oh. Fine." It felt like she couldn't talk. Or move. Or breathe.

"You know, you look like I know you. I mean, it feels like I know you. Do I know you?"

"No. No. You don't know me. I'm nobody. Well, not nobody. I'm Christina Ke--- K--- ane. Christina Kane. And you don't know Christina Kane. Well, you kind of know me now, since I told you, but technically, no, you don't know me." Oh my God. Stop babbling. Stop babbling. Just stop talking.

"Well it's . . . uh . . . nice to meet you Christina. I have to . . . go . . . " Lois walked away, muttering "what a strange girl." Christina watched as she walked away from her. She pulled out her favourite photo and stared at it. It was taken at her 5th birthday party by her grandmother. She was in her grandfather's arms, she had just smushed cake all over his face and he was tickling her. And in the background, oblivious to anything that was going on around them, was her mum and dad. He was whispering something to her while she smiled and had his hand resting gently on her belly.

Her mother was a couple of months pregnant with her little brother, Jordan Ryan Kent. She was excited when they told her she was going to have a little brother or sister to play with. At the time she thought it was the best birthday present ever, until they told her she had to wait a few months before she could actually get her present. Christina looked at the picture again and knew she had to do something if she wanted that life back; she needed to speak to Jor-El again. So with that in mind she got up, paid for her drinks and left. Unknown to Christina, the photo had fallen out of her purse and was now lying on the floor.

Christina arrived at the fortress walked over to the console and picked up the crystal.

"I'm back. I'm sorry I got angry before, I still need your help."

"What with, my child?"

"Oh . . . I don't know . . . getting my life back," she said sarcastically. "I don't know what to do, I don't want them to know who I am, but I want to know what happened," she said pacing around very frustrated.

The fortress went eerily quiet for a few minutes. Christina was pacing back and forth thinking of how she was going to fix her future, when Jor-El's voice broke her out of her trance.

"There is one way."

"Really, what is it?" she eagerly asked.

"It will take a lot of patience and control on your behalf."

"I'll try anything at this point, tell me what to do."

"The crystal that you used to get here can also be used as a form of mind control, but you must learn how to control it properly first."

"Can you teach me?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes my child but it may take a little time."

"Trust me I have the time. If it will get me the information to help me then I have the time."

"Very well then, lets start."

Christina stood over the console, where her father stood during his training, and began to learn about the crystals, her grandfather's normally cold and distant voice becoming calming as she began to think there might be hope yet.

It was late at night when Lois was going to head up to her apartment above the Talon. She was just about to walk up the stairs when something caught her eye. It was photograph. She gasped. There was Jonathan Kent. Holding a little girl. And there she was, wrapped lovingly in Clark Kent's arms. How was this possible? Jonathan Kent was dead. And while she and Clark were friends . . . sort of . . . they've never been that close. And who was that little girl? She turned the picture over and gasped at the writing. My 5th birthday with mummy and daddy and grandpa.