Louhi gave an aggravated sigh as she slid around the frozen figure of Martha Kent in the Kent family kitchen. Of course I'd end up in the middle of goddamn nowhere, the young woman growled.
Picking the phone off the hook, she relished in the happy thought that she'd kept the piece of paper with Bart's temporary cell number in her pocket. And to think, she'd considered changing clothes! The phone rang three times before he finally picked up.
"I was attacked by John's men." Louhi spoke quickly, skipping pleasantries; not that she was well known for her skills at small talk anyway.
"Where are you?" Bart asked; he had know Louhi long enough to tell when she was being serious and this time seemed worse than the others. Something in her voice told him that she was shaken, and that was very uncommon.
"Um," Louhi groaned, scanning the kitchen for any helpful information. She spied Martha's purse on the counter and snatched it, fishing through the contents to find her driver's license.
"I am in Smallville, Kansas with Martha Kent." The line went dead and Louhi rolled her eyes, stuffing the ID back into Martha's purse and tossing it onto the table. She grabbed a jacket from the coat closet and pulled it tight around her, covering expanse of skin that was now obvious thanks to the little green bullet.
"Took you long enough." She joked, spinning to see Bart grinning, arms across his chest as he idly leaned against the doorway. He was wearing black jeans and a red shirt with his typical lightning bolt across the chest. His "crest" he called it; of "lame" Louhi would always respond.
"How the fuck did you end up here?" He wondered, waving his hand in front of Martha's still figure.
"This guy brought me here." Louhi mumbled, waving her hand. "He has some hero complex, seems like."
"Oh, Clark?" Bart asked, eyes alight with excitement. "I know Clark; I told you about him, remember?" Bart had met Clark just a few months prior; and, although Clark wouldn't be happy with the way Bart was living- using his powers for personal gain- he was sure that the boy would be happy to see him nonetheless.
"Not at all." Louhi spat, shrugging. "Take me home."
"Let's go talk to him, where is he?" Bart took off, quick as lightning, towards the barn but Louhi stopped him, appearing just before him.
"Bart, no!" She ordered, pushing against his shoulders, knocking him out of the frozen state. "I want to go home, NOW."
"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the second hand." The boy laughed, stretching out his arms. It always made him feel a bit… discombobulated when Louhi used her power over time to stop him mid-acceleration.
"Actually, on the wrong side of a bullet." Louhi answered, angry, and this stopped Bart in his tracks.
"So?" He tried, eyeing her with confusion. Louhi pulled open the stolen coat, showing Bart the hole in her clothing and the dried blood that was smeared across her skin, just below her collarbone.
"Oh, shit. How did this happen?" He was beside her in a second, hands combing through her hair, fingers delicately grazing across her face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just want to go home." Louhi sounded so tired, so worn, so different from her normal self that Bart didn't want to rock the waters anymore than he already had. They could return to see Clark later.
"As you wish." Bart scooped the small girl up in his arms. "Deep breath." He instructed, and they were gone.
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