The God of the Third Sol

A/N: Hi, I hope you all enjoy the story so far. For any Code Geass Fan, I will updat the next chapter in a few days. Check out my work and leave an review if you think it's good or bad. I am a slave to reviews They compel me to write faster.

Chapter 6: Power Play

Lex grumbled as he drove his car to the fertilizer plant. His father decided to punish him by sending him to some backwater fertilizer plant where they grew corn. The only good thing that came out of this was the news that Lana decided to move back to Smallville for high school. One major reason for avoiding Smallville was the traumatic experience of the Meteor Shower. Not only did he develop a life long fear for scarecrows, he was gifted with a nice Windex shine that made him only so popular among the girls.

He rubbed his smooth head wistfully. But then again curly red hair didn't look that great on a guy anyway.

Lex knew his talents were obviously wasted in such a place but Lana badgered him until he relented and agreed. He could treat this as an extended vacation with Lana. He had promised to go visit Smallville with her sometime. It sounded like some quaint place, one where things were peaceful.

Lex took a deep breath of the fresh country air. Ahh, it was the scent cow manure. Bloody fantastic.

Smallville was starting to suck already in his books.

Lana on the other hand had a lot of fun. She usually only got to visit on holidays and during the summer. Since it was such a beautiful day, she decided to go out for a ride with her favorite horse. It was fine until she went too far, about a mile away from her house. She never really asked but she couldn't recall who her neighbors were. Therefore, she had no idea where her property ended.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A quiet voice spoke up suddenly.

Lana whirled around, a spell ready on her lips. It was a boy her age, slightly taller than her. He was wearing a plaid shirt, blue jeans, and timber lake boots. He had the rimmed glasses that made him look like a classic nerd. For the most part, she was horrified at his fashion sense. Living in the city makes sure one fashion-sensitive. The only redeeming feature was the fact that he didn't have a stupid face. Some people just had a thuggy or drugged out look but this boy had aristocratic facial features and sharp eyes. She could almost feel the intelligence radiating off him.

"Oh… Hey. Um. I'm your new neighbor, Lana Lang. I live with my Aunt Nell during the summer. Well, I'm going to be living here for a while."

There was an awkward silence as the boy remained silent. You could literally hear the sound of the crickets chirping in the background.

"I guess I'm going to same High School as you from now on." Lana continued, trying to be friendly.

Lana had silk brown hair that flowed halfway down to her back, her facial features were elegant and beautiful. Truly a sight for sore eyes. Since the sun was setting, the orange glow framed Lana perfectly. Immediately Clark was overcome with a vision of a princess waiting on her horse for her Knight to arrive. It was like watching a scene from a fairytale.

Absolutely ridiculous. Fairy tales are nothing but stories.

Clark cleared his face and looked at her blankly. "I had never seen you around here before. Make sure you know where your property ends. I don't want you to wander on our land."

Lana was taken back by his reply. This was the first time she had ever felt so...rejected. Normally when she chatted to boys, they would fall all over her words. She dismounted and approached him, fully intent on giving him a piece of her mind. She stopped suddenly when he doubled over. She stood still, not sure what exactly was happening. "Umm… Are you ok? You look kind of sick…" She peered cautiously at him.

Clark groaned as his muscles started cramping. It felt like someone was twisting a knife in his gut. There was no doubt about it. She had a piece of Meteor Rock on her. The green pendant made of meteor rock was glowing from where it hung around her neck ,nestled in the valley of her chest.

She pulled it out in surprise. It usually didn't glow unless she was channeling magic through it. Why was it reacting now? Clark maintained his distance. As long as he was five feet away from the rock, he was safe. The glow faded somewhat and Lana quickly took off the necklace and stuffed it in her back pocket. Glowing rocks were weird no matter how one looked at it.

Clark was still clutching his stomach, he felt queasy and nauseated. The half a gallon of milk along with the four sandwiches he had for lunch were rebelling against his stomach. At this point Lana was really worried. She walked closer to him. Clark backed away from Lana, stumbling and tripping over his own feet. "Uh, I gotta go. I uh… I forgot to milk the cows! Yeah.

"Bye!"

Clark's hasty retreat left Lana very confused. She had no idea they milked the cows at night in Smallville. Weird.

Clark barely made it behind the barn before he barfed. He hated how the green meteor rocks always rules his life. He couldn't go to school and had to take medicine because of it. Also he was most likely going to get grounded for hurling all over his mother's favorite tulip patch.

Shit.

There was always a first for everything. For Clark, this was his debut into High School. He dressed in his best shirt, tucking it in like usual. Fashion was lost on Clark. A plaid shirt was a plaid shit no matter how clean it was. He really didn't have much exposure to other dressing styles. It was always a plain t-shirt, jeans, and some boots. He was more interested in building new inventions or stargazing.

Grabbing his toasted bacon and egg sandwich, he ran over a mental checklist of items. Being prepared is important. The thought of interacting with so many different people got his palms sweaty and his heart beating quickly. He applies a stress relieving technique he learned. By breathing in and out, he could relax his nerves and control his mental state. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of what happened nine years ago.

Ever since then, he always noticed that it was hard for him to control his anger. Clark liked being in control but he had trouble admitting to other people that he couldn't control his temper. Clark downed half a pint of milk straight from the bottle, grabbed another piece of toast, and headed to the arriving bus.

It was time to mingle.

The ride on the school bus was rather awkward. Pete Ross was also on the bus. It did not escape his attention that the young African American was wheelchair bounded. It was apparent that he had done lasting damage. When he got on the bus, everyone gave him cold stares and started whispering to each other.

He knew what they were saying about him. Given the incident and his reclusive behaviors, there were rumors about "The Kent Boy" They probably thought he was some mentally unstable boy who was kept at home so he won't be a danger to other people.

Still, he wanted to dispel that notion. The first step to making amends was admitting that you were wrong.

He planned to apologize later but in the meanwhile, it was going to be an awkward ride.

Smallville High was renown for turning out stellar football players. Thus it came to no surprise when he learned that the football team members were on the top of the school hierarchy system. While joining the football team might stop making him be a total loser, he knew he wouldn't be able to pass the physical requirements.

Now this presented a problem. He needed to join a club, one that is respectable and productive, yet at the same time not physically strenuous. He flipped through the flyers they handed out and mentally crossed them off the list.

Swimming team. No.

Football Team. Definitely Not.

Agriculture club. He did that enough at home. No thank you.

Chess club. Possible but that would make him look even geekier.

Math team. Instant Social suicide

Newspaper club. Hmm It was a good choice, it looks good on the college apps and he could get inside scoops on the latest High school news.

Cooking club. No.

Student Council? Another possibility but mostly members were elected through popularity. Maybe he could be the treasurer or something.

Clark picked out the two selected handouts and dropped the rest into the nearest bin. Now it was time to check out the clubs.

Lana smiled shyly at the boys as she walked down the hall, they all had a dazed look as she walked past them. It was a good start. The truth was among the girls, power meant everything.

And how does one attain the said power?

For a girl it means a few things.

You got to have the look. You need to be the girl of the school. Guys want you and girls want to be like you.

The next step was hitching yourself a good looking guy whose pretty high up on the school hierarchy system. Doing so improves your social standing to the same level as the said guy. In this case, she already had a target. Whitney Fordman was the star player of the football team and currently single. he was currently a single which meant he ranked pretty high up. The problem was approaching him.

She didn't want to come off as desperate or a power hungry girl trying to climb the ranks. It had to be subtly done so Whitney approaches her and not vice-versa. It was all a matter of joining the Cheerleader team and let the rest work itself out.

What she was more interested in was finding more people like her. People with power/magic/abilities. Lana really didn't care if they didn't strictly use magic. She had heard of weird occurrences in Smallville. People who could do things that sounded impossible. It all started after the meteor shower and that was when her powers manifested. It didn't take long for her to connect the dots.

Even so, she wanted to enjoy Smallville, the place where her parents grew up.

Alas, the life of a young girl.

Lex Luthor analyzed the financial reports. It was as he thought, too little money was being funneled to the fertilizer plant and too much was being demanded from it. As a result of the deficit, it was only natural for the plant to be doing poorly. Lex sighed, there was a lot of work he had to do. The best way to approach the situation was to clean out the internal corruption and change the bureaucratic restructuring. He needed to work out a new budget and eliminate unnecessary waste of resources. By doing so, he can change the company and at the same time protect the employee's pay rate.

Lex wished he could be cruel and cut throat like his father. It certainly would get things done faster and more efficiently in business but he was Lex Luthor.

If he did things his father's way, he would only earn the same reputation and down the road, turn into a tyrannical man. He did NOT want to turn out like his father.

If Lex ran business like his father, half of the current staff (a.k.a half of Smallville's population) would be jobless. If there was one thing he understood, unemployment someone was akin to killing their family. Half of the town depended on the plant for their living. Lex grew softhearted over the years after being exposed to Lana's presence.

He would rather buy out the company using the money in his trust fund then to let it run to the ground.

Lex made several important calls to put the changes in effect. If this plan does turn out well, it would be the start of a new business, one that Lionel Luthor had no control over.

LexCorps.

It had a nice ring to it.

A/N: And there we have the next chapter. This chapter was mostly to fill the readers in on the changes we see in Clark, Lana, and Lex.

Clark is smart, rational, and a bit of a control freak. He always take a look at every option before acting out. Even so, he is not perfect.

Lana shows a more manipulative and scheming side but that's just being a girl in my opinion. Sometimes it's all about gathering power under the pretense that you are powerless.

Lex is kinder here, no doubt a result due to his close contact with Lana over the years. he no longer desires his Father's love. He knows that he cannot turn out like his father.

For Clark/Chloe fans. Should I put Pete in the Torch to spice things up?