Chapter Five: Secrets Revealed

Gem went with Clark back to his house willingly. They met Jonathan and Martha out in the field near the explosion. By that time the fire department was just starting to pull up.

"Clark are you okay?" Jonathan asked hurriedly.

"Yeah Dad I'm fine, but we've got a problem," Clark told them.

"Oh my god," Martha said, clasping her hands to her face and turning pale. "Who is that?" She asked, looking up at Clark.

"I'm not sure. Says his name is Gem. Listen, we've got to get inside before the firemen notice him. We can talk in there."

"Okay," Jonathan agreed. "You two go on ahead and your mother and I will take care of the fire. Go, go!" Clark took hold of Gem's hand and the two sped across into the house - there was only one problem: Jett was there.

"J-je-Jett," Clark stuttered, "y-you're awake." He did his best to hid Gem, but they were practically the same height. "What's a matter, couldn't sleep?" he asked, trying to sound as if everything were perfectly normal - he didn't exactly succeed.

"What is going on?" Jett asked. "How did the tractor catch on fire? And why didn't you tell me you had a twin? Oh and by the way, how the hell did you move like that!"

"Now Jett, just calm down, okay. Everything can be explained alright?" Clark said, trying to ease Jett's anger and confusion.

"You tell me what's going on now!" Jett yelled, backing away from Clark like he was some sort of freak.

"Fine," Clark said. "I have supersonic speed and this isn't my twin brother. We don't know what he is, we just found him by the forest. He's the one that blew up the tractor. Now calm down."

"Why does he look like you?"

"We don't know okay," Clark said, losing patience. "Now calm down!"

Jett got the message and settled down, keeping very silent and very still. A couple minutes later, Jonathan and Martha joined them. "Is something wrong?" Martha asked, noting the expression on Jett's face.

"Jett saw me and Gem running supersonic," Clark admitted.

Martha looked at Jonathan, whose face had gone very cold. He was holding a bat in his hands since he had run outside. He used it to point at Jett. "Now you listen here son! If you ever tell anyone, anyone about Clark's secret then there'll be hell to pay! D'you understand me?"

Jett nodded. He looked very innocent. "So how many of those special talents do you have?" he asked.

Clark sat down next to him. "Quite a bit. But my dad is right, you really cannot tell anyone about them. My parents, Chloe and I are the only ones who know."

"Chloe knows?"

"Yeah," Clark told him. "Almost a year now."

They turned to Gem, who had taken a seat on a chair nearby. "So you're from LuthorCorp.?"

Gem nodded. "That's correct. I have been studying your house, obtaining knowledge. You and I are Kryptonian. Kryptonite hurts us. My name no longer makes sense."

"What'd you mean?" Clark asked.

Gem began reciting. "And as the last of the line, my name shall be my weakness, my weakness shall be my home."

Jonathan stared at Gem wonderingly. "Clark, what's he saying?"

Clark smirked and looked at his dad. "Professor Fine showed it to me. It's part of an old Kryptonian quote. Ironically it refers to me, in a way. He calls himself 'gem' because his name shall be his weakness. He must have thought that kryptonite was a gem."

"What's kryptonite and Krypton?" Jett asked.

"Okay," Clark said. "I am not from Earth. I am from a planet called Krypton. It has been destroyed though. I am its last and only survivor."

Jett just stared at him in disbelief. "You're an alien?" Clark nodded. "But then? Why then? How?"

Clark patted Jett's shoulder. "It's going to take some adjusting to, I know. Knowing you know an alien, but no one can know okay?" Jett nodded. "Alright buddy."

Jonathan took a step forward. "Look, it's late. Clark why don't you take Jett and Gem up to your room and we'll settle all this up in the morning? Okay?"

"Okay," Clark agreed. "C'mon, follow me." Jett and Gem both followed Clark upstairs to his room.

"Good night," Martha called after them.

"Good night," Clark answered.

Martha and Jonathan took care of the firemen and the damage, then they themselves went to bed. And for that night, that was all she wrote.