DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to "Smallville," DC comics, or any of
the Superman characters. I just borrow them for my own enjoyment. Please
don't sue me. My imagination is wilder than my possessions.
Author's notes: Ugh, it took me forever to write this chapter. I had no idea. : p
THANK YOU!: MitchPell, thanks for looking up facts for me and beta reading so fast! : )
Feedback: Thanks to all anonymous reviewers! Please review! I like to know what you all think of my story. Is it the best thing ever? Is it crap? Let me know! I need the help, trust me! : )
MitchPell, thank you! I want to go into Aaron more and I will. : )
HuffyTheCampfireSlayer, thank you for letting me bend your ear about this chapter. It really helps. : )
How soon is now: I hope to have the fifth chapter really soon. I don't want to promise anything but I'm shooting for two weeks.
For future chapters: Well, there will be two more chapters at the most for the "Pilot" part of this fic.
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The air was getting colder as the sun set in the sky. Liz needed to be alone and the castle wouldn't be the most peaceful place right now. Riding on her bike made her feel like she was flying. It gave her a sense of solitude, which was one of the many reasons why she had always driven motorcycles.
Keeping her focus on the road ahead, she was able to enjoy the sunset before the sky turned completely black. Even though she enjoyed the sun, she was happy to see it go. Liz could relate to the night. It was like being blind. You didn't have to see everyone's flaws. Her lack of hair was a flaw. Every time she looked into the mirror she was reminded of that fact.
Aaron was one of the few people Liz allowed to see her without the wig. He always complimented her when they went out in public. Yet, he insisted she take it off when they got back home and it was just the two of them. She was touched that he didn't want her to wear it all of the time. Her other beaus had felt awkward about it. They would turn away when she took the wig off and it made her feel as though she was ugly without it.
Now she was living in the one place that had taken away her precious hair. Smallville. Just the name sent a chill down her spine. She was here, however. And nothing, not even a disgruntled ex-employee, would make her leave. She made a promise to her father to see this through and she would.
Liz let her bike carry her across the Kansas countryside. She didn't have a clue where she was going. All she knew was that she was still in Smallville. She had to admit, this wasn't the brightest thing to be doing in the town that haunts her dreams almost every night, but she really didn't care.
Landmarks and street names were becoming more and more difficult to see as the Valium began to take effect. She hadn't taken that much but she was beginning to feel better. Her fears and current problems were fading away slowly one by one and all that was left was the sound of blood rushing to her ears.
The wind whipped about her as she squeezed the gas harder, increasing the speed of the vehicle. Tears blurred her vision as she recalled the previous conversation with Aaron. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to rid a few of them. When she reopened them she realized she was on a bridge.
A small gray and furry looking animal ran out in front of her motorcycle. Liz swerved sharply to avoid hitting the rodent, causing the bike to start turning onto its side.
Just as she thought she was about to hit the hard concrete of the bridge, something passed her in a blur and attached itself to her arm. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. She could feel the bones breaking as the thing squeezed tighter trying to get a better grip.
In the midst of everything a face came into view. The face of a dark haired... angel? Surely she was dreaming. She didn't believe in supernatural beings coming to her rescue but that was what was happening.
She was too out of it to be afraid and couldn't feel much pain. Letting go, she drifted away into total darkness.
****
Being this year's scarecrow was the last thing on Clark's mind when he handed his father the permission slip. Despite what he belied to Pete, he just wanted to do something in school other than help Chloe with the Torch. He liked the Torch but obviously not as much as Chloe. Football probably wouldn't be his greatest obsession but Lana being the lead cheerleader didn't hurt.
His father reminding him of his "special abilities" burned like salt on an open wound.
"I'll be careful, dad."
"I know you'll be careful but what if there's an accident?"
Does he have no faith in me at all? He shook his head and looked at his father. "I would just like to go through the rest of high school without being a total loser."
The look on his father's face upon saying that was a little frightening. His father would look clouded, guarded sometimes at situations like this and Clark wished that the ability to read minds would magically appear.
Jonathon opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly closed it. Confronting his father about this right now would only lead to another argument. With disappointment written all over his face, Clark frowned and walked out the door. Leaving the permission slip in his father's hand.
****
Pete really did look goofy in that silly football helmet of his. It was three sizes too big as well as those shoulder pads, and of course he wasn't jealous.well, maybe a little. Thinking about it only made him more upset. Watching Whitney and Lana out on the field blowing each other kisses hadn't helped either.
Out of frustration and the need to be alone, Clark came to the bridge. He watched as a few tears fell from off of his cheek and down into the river below. It was really silly. Crying over something as stupid as football. But it wasn't just that. Questions unanswered burned inside of him like the tears behind his eyes. He wiped at his face fiercely, trying to regain his composure.
Clark turned around when he felt something brush up against his back. The hairs at his neck prickled up as the wind swirled around him. "Hey!" He saw the back of a motorcycle driving past him at a very fast speed.
He noticed that it was definitely going over the speed limit with no signs of slowing down. He watched as an opossum ran in front of the vehicle. The motorcycle began to turn in order to try and avoid a collision but the bike was going at to fast a speed, and it lost its balance.
In the space of five seconds, he rushed over and grabbed the driver's arm, lifted her up, then deposited her to the ground. He watched as the bike fell onto it's side and spun around until it crashed into the railing of the bridge. The machine sputtered and screeched until finally it stopped.
As he looked down at the woman he realized she was still unconscious but breathing, and for that he was thankful. Upon closer inspection he noticed the arm he had grabbed was twisted oddly. He lifted it for a closer look and felt the frail bones give under the pressure.
A moan escaped the woman's mouth. It took him by surprise and he let go of the arm. He knew she would have had a lot more injuries or possibly be dead if he hadn't of grabbed her, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.
He took the helmet off of the woman's head and was surprised when a wig was pulled off of the smooth head.
Clark wondered if she might be ill. Her skin looked extremely pale and there was sweat beading on her forehead. She trembled when he placed a hand on her forehead. She wasn't burning up but he knew he needed to get her to a hospital.
Seeing as the only means of transportation was severely damaged, he picked her up in his strong arms and ran at an incredible speed to his destination.
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Elizabeth shot straight up out of her bed screaming. She was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Her surroundings were not familiar and that made her feel even more scared.
A shadow replacing the small amount of light shining from the open door, caused Liz to look to her side. The woman causing the sudden darkness was clad in white and could only be described as a nurse. She walked towards her with a worried expression on her face. "Are you ok, Miss?"
Liz tried to calm down her beating heart and swallowed hard before speaking. "I just had a bad dream." Shivering, she asked as calmly as she could, "Where am I?"
The nurse paused for a minute as if trying to find the best answer. "Smallville General Hospital."
Liz nodded slowly then looked down at her arm and grimaced when she tried to move it. It was wrapped up in a cast that was very uncomfortable and tight against her skin. "I'm not sure how I got here."
The nurse examined the hurt arm and answered. "Well, you fell from your motorcycle according to the man who brought you in here. Do you remember anything?"
"No, I don't. Not really."
"Are you sure you fell from a bike, hun? It wasn't something else, was it?"
Elizabeth knew that look. She had to deal with people giving her those kinds of looks all of her life. Pity, and a little bit of worry. Fear for her, maybe. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, there are bruises in the shape of fingerprints on your broken arm. You hadn't gotten into a fight, had you?"
"No, no. I was on my motorcycle." A memory of a man with dark hair crossed her mind.
"You're a lucky girl then. You could have broken more than your arm."
"Who brought me into the hospital?"
The nurse sighed and answered. "He left before we could get a name. Just said he saw you fall and brought you in."
Odd. Why would a hero not leave his name for a reward? "What did he look like?"
"He was tall young man. Scared to death. He had a thick head of black hair too."
Although most of the events of last night were still muddy, that confirmed her fears that this wasn't a dream. "How long do I have to stay here?" She had to find this man.
"First, the doctor wants to ask you some questions. We don't even know your name."
"It's Elizabeth Luthor and I'll speak with the doctor now. " The nurse's face seemed to register the name and nodded briefly before walking out the door.
The sooner she got this whole thing over with the sooner she could get out of here and find her mysterious hero.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Ugh, it took me forever to write this chapter. I had no idea. : p
THANK YOU!: MitchPell, thanks for looking up facts for me and beta reading so fast! : )
Feedback: Thanks to all anonymous reviewers! Please review! I like to know what you all think of my story. Is it the best thing ever? Is it crap? Let me know! I need the help, trust me! : )
MitchPell, thank you! I want to go into Aaron more and I will. : )
HuffyTheCampfireSlayer, thank you for letting me bend your ear about this chapter. It really helps. : )
How soon is now: I hope to have the fifth chapter really soon. I don't want to promise anything but I'm shooting for two weeks.
For future chapters: Well, there will be two more chapters at the most for the "Pilot" part of this fic.
****
The air was getting colder as the sun set in the sky. Liz needed to be alone and the castle wouldn't be the most peaceful place right now. Riding on her bike made her feel like she was flying. It gave her a sense of solitude, which was one of the many reasons why she had always driven motorcycles.
Keeping her focus on the road ahead, she was able to enjoy the sunset before the sky turned completely black. Even though she enjoyed the sun, she was happy to see it go. Liz could relate to the night. It was like being blind. You didn't have to see everyone's flaws. Her lack of hair was a flaw. Every time she looked into the mirror she was reminded of that fact.
Aaron was one of the few people Liz allowed to see her without the wig. He always complimented her when they went out in public. Yet, he insisted she take it off when they got back home and it was just the two of them. She was touched that he didn't want her to wear it all of the time. Her other beaus had felt awkward about it. They would turn away when she took the wig off and it made her feel as though she was ugly without it.
Now she was living in the one place that had taken away her precious hair. Smallville. Just the name sent a chill down her spine. She was here, however. And nothing, not even a disgruntled ex-employee, would make her leave. She made a promise to her father to see this through and she would.
Liz let her bike carry her across the Kansas countryside. She didn't have a clue where she was going. All she knew was that she was still in Smallville. She had to admit, this wasn't the brightest thing to be doing in the town that haunts her dreams almost every night, but she really didn't care.
Landmarks and street names were becoming more and more difficult to see as the Valium began to take effect. She hadn't taken that much but she was beginning to feel better. Her fears and current problems were fading away slowly one by one and all that was left was the sound of blood rushing to her ears.
The wind whipped about her as she squeezed the gas harder, increasing the speed of the vehicle. Tears blurred her vision as she recalled the previous conversation with Aaron. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to rid a few of them. When she reopened them she realized she was on a bridge.
A small gray and furry looking animal ran out in front of her motorcycle. Liz swerved sharply to avoid hitting the rodent, causing the bike to start turning onto its side.
Just as she thought she was about to hit the hard concrete of the bridge, something passed her in a blur and attached itself to her arm. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. She could feel the bones breaking as the thing squeezed tighter trying to get a better grip.
In the midst of everything a face came into view. The face of a dark haired... angel? Surely she was dreaming. She didn't believe in supernatural beings coming to her rescue but that was what was happening.
She was too out of it to be afraid and couldn't feel much pain. Letting go, she drifted away into total darkness.
****
Being this year's scarecrow was the last thing on Clark's mind when he handed his father the permission slip. Despite what he belied to Pete, he just wanted to do something in school other than help Chloe with the Torch. He liked the Torch but obviously not as much as Chloe. Football probably wouldn't be his greatest obsession but Lana being the lead cheerleader didn't hurt.
His father reminding him of his "special abilities" burned like salt on an open wound.
"I'll be careful, dad."
"I know you'll be careful but what if there's an accident?"
Does he have no faith in me at all? He shook his head and looked at his father. "I would just like to go through the rest of high school without being a total loser."
The look on his father's face upon saying that was a little frightening. His father would look clouded, guarded sometimes at situations like this and Clark wished that the ability to read minds would magically appear.
Jonathon opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly closed it. Confronting his father about this right now would only lead to another argument. With disappointment written all over his face, Clark frowned and walked out the door. Leaving the permission slip in his father's hand.
****
Pete really did look goofy in that silly football helmet of his. It was three sizes too big as well as those shoulder pads, and of course he wasn't jealous.well, maybe a little. Thinking about it only made him more upset. Watching Whitney and Lana out on the field blowing each other kisses hadn't helped either.
Out of frustration and the need to be alone, Clark came to the bridge. He watched as a few tears fell from off of his cheek and down into the river below. It was really silly. Crying over something as stupid as football. But it wasn't just that. Questions unanswered burned inside of him like the tears behind his eyes. He wiped at his face fiercely, trying to regain his composure.
Clark turned around when he felt something brush up against his back. The hairs at his neck prickled up as the wind swirled around him. "Hey!" He saw the back of a motorcycle driving past him at a very fast speed.
He noticed that it was definitely going over the speed limit with no signs of slowing down. He watched as an opossum ran in front of the vehicle. The motorcycle began to turn in order to try and avoid a collision but the bike was going at to fast a speed, and it lost its balance.
In the space of five seconds, he rushed over and grabbed the driver's arm, lifted her up, then deposited her to the ground. He watched as the bike fell onto it's side and spun around until it crashed into the railing of the bridge. The machine sputtered and screeched until finally it stopped.
As he looked down at the woman he realized she was still unconscious but breathing, and for that he was thankful. Upon closer inspection he noticed the arm he had grabbed was twisted oddly. He lifted it for a closer look and felt the frail bones give under the pressure.
A moan escaped the woman's mouth. It took him by surprise and he let go of the arm. He knew she would have had a lot more injuries or possibly be dead if he hadn't of grabbed her, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.
He took the helmet off of the woman's head and was surprised when a wig was pulled off of the smooth head.
Clark wondered if she might be ill. Her skin looked extremely pale and there was sweat beading on her forehead. She trembled when he placed a hand on her forehead. She wasn't burning up but he knew he needed to get her to a hospital.
Seeing as the only means of transportation was severely damaged, he picked her up in his strong arms and ran at an incredible speed to his destination.
****
Elizabeth shot straight up out of her bed screaming. She was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Her surroundings were not familiar and that made her feel even more scared.
A shadow replacing the small amount of light shining from the open door, caused Liz to look to her side. The woman causing the sudden darkness was clad in white and could only be described as a nurse. She walked towards her with a worried expression on her face. "Are you ok, Miss?"
Liz tried to calm down her beating heart and swallowed hard before speaking. "I just had a bad dream." Shivering, she asked as calmly as she could, "Where am I?"
The nurse paused for a minute as if trying to find the best answer. "Smallville General Hospital."
Liz nodded slowly then looked down at her arm and grimaced when she tried to move it. It was wrapped up in a cast that was very uncomfortable and tight against her skin. "I'm not sure how I got here."
The nurse examined the hurt arm and answered. "Well, you fell from your motorcycle according to the man who brought you in here. Do you remember anything?"
"No, I don't. Not really."
"Are you sure you fell from a bike, hun? It wasn't something else, was it?"
Elizabeth knew that look. She had to deal with people giving her those kinds of looks all of her life. Pity, and a little bit of worry. Fear for her, maybe. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, there are bruises in the shape of fingerprints on your broken arm. You hadn't gotten into a fight, had you?"
"No, no. I was on my motorcycle." A memory of a man with dark hair crossed her mind.
"You're a lucky girl then. You could have broken more than your arm."
"Who brought me into the hospital?"
The nurse sighed and answered. "He left before we could get a name. Just said he saw you fall and brought you in."
Odd. Why would a hero not leave his name for a reward? "What did he look like?"
"He was tall young man. Scared to death. He had a thick head of black hair too."
Although most of the events of last night were still muddy, that confirmed her fears that this wasn't a dream. "How long do I have to stay here?" She had to find this man.
"First, the doctor wants to ask you some questions. We don't even know your name."
"It's Elizabeth Luthor and I'll speak with the doctor now. " The nurse's face seemed to register the name and nodded briefly before walking out the door.
The sooner she got this whole thing over with the sooner she could get out of here and find her mysterious hero.
To be continued...