Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

A.N.: Well, here you go guys. I am sorry for such the long wait. I'm hoping with my little monsters starting school next week, I'll be able to keep up with updating my stories at least semi-regularly. Thank you so much for the continuous support, reviews and follows. Enjoy!

When Clark woke the next morning, he was slightly disappointed to not feel or see Bella next to him in bed. Yelling out for her and not receiving a response, he made his way out of bed and threw on his shirt from the night before while making his way to the front door. Just as he reached for the knob, Bella burst through and stopped with a startled scream.

"Jesus, Clark! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she panted while one hand rubbed at her chest, trying to calm her heartbeat down.

"No. I'm sorry, Bella. I was...uh…" Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Look, when I woke up earlier, I was worried when I didn't hear or see you in the apartment. So I was just about to come looking for you."

Bella watched, an amused smile playing at her lips, while Clark rubbed the back of his neck and stuttered through his explanation. She found his concern endearing and sweet, which is quite the opposite of how she felt when Edward would react the same way. Reaching up, she pulled the hand that was nervously rubbing the back of his neck, into hers and allowing her thumb to rub soothingly over his knuckles.

"Clark," she said, grabbing his attention. "It's fine, very sweet actually. I couldn't sleep any longer and went out for a run. I thought I would be back before you woke up, but I called my dad before I ran back."

"Was he home?"

"We're in luck, actually. He and Billy, his friend from the local Indian Reservation, have been arguing lately, so Charlie called off the fishing trip and is going to be home all day."

Clark watched as she pulled her hand back and made her way towards her tiny kitchen, turning on the coffee pot before gesturing to one of the two bar stools at the counter. Taking a seat, he waited for her to continue. Bella leaned on the counter opposite him and chewed on her lower lip, trying to decide if she should tell him about the Cullens or not.

Clark waited patiently and just as he was about to say something to break the silence, Bella spoke.

"I need to tell you some things, and I am not sure how you'll take it. I know we glossed over a lot last night, in favor of talking about our abilities, but I need you to understand that what I am about to tell you, is because I fear for your safety."

"My safety? Bella, I assure you that my safety has been compromised since I landed on this planet years ago."

She shook her head and stopped him from continuing. "No, well maybe by humans, I'll give you that, but the monsters that would be after you after I tell you my story are anything but human."

He watched as she turned back to the coffee pot that just finished brewing and poured them cups, before turning back around and handing him his, offering him cream and sugar, which he declined with a simple shake of his head.

She leaned back taking a sip of the strong elixir, almost using it as the boost in courage she needed to tell him about vampires, shifters and her crazy life for the last few years. Bringing her eyes to his, she held the contact as she began her tale.

Clark listened as she spun her story about her ex, the vampire and her best friend, the werewolf. He listened and soaked up every detail she gave concerning the Volturi, both concerned and intrigued about the royal vampires. When she finished, Clark was still in thought and Bella was getting antsy waiting for his response.

It wasn't too much longer before Clark spoke. "As much as I want to call you crazy and not believe anything you just told me, I can't, because in all seriousness, we have special abilities and if we can fly and see through things, why can't vampires and werewolves be real?"

Bella scoffed, "You can fly, not me." After picking up their empty cups and putting them in the sink, she walked to the empty chair next to him and sat down with a huff. "Believe me, I know how crazy I sound. I just gave you the plot of a B-rate Hollywood movie, so I wouldn't be upset if you didn't believe me."

Clark smiled and tucked wisp of her hair behind her ear. "I believe you, Bella. So that day I saw you jump off of the cliff?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, but nodded in agreement.

"And the red head in the water…" he prompted her.

Bella swallowed hard, remembering that day perfectly. "Victoria. Her name was Victoria. She was one of the three that chased me from Forks a few years ago. She had been taunting the pack, trying to get to me any way she could. She didn't care that Edward left or that I moved to Port Angeles after I graduated."

She looked away from Clark's penetrating gaze, trying to gather her thoughts. Blowing out a breath, she continued. "That day, I was visiting my friends on La Push, when she attempted to come onto the beach where the guy's girlfriends were watching us jump off of the cliff. Once the guys saw her, they took off back down the path, but I knew they wouldn't reach her in time, so I did the only thing I could."

"You brought her attention towards yourself."

Bella nodded, with a faraway look in her eyes. "Yep. I yelled to her and then threw myself off that cliff." Coming back to herself, she looked at Clark. "I'm guessing you know the rest?"

"Some. I dove in after I saw you jump and swam to where I thought you would have been. I couldn't get close enough, which I now know is because of that shield thing you have. I went back up for some air and when I dove back beneath the water, you were swimming back towards the beach and the redhead was nowhere to be seen."

"Yea. I used my shield to constrict her and as I slowly pulled it tighter to her, her body began to break apart. As her limbs started to snap off, I used this weird electricity thing to burn the pieces."

"You didn't tell me about that ability."

"I wasn't sure what to make of it. I wanted to see and hear what you could do before I told you everything."

"Is there anything else you're keeping from me?"

"Clark, you have to understand that my life was weird before you came into it and now, to find out that Charlie may not even be my father and that there has been someone out there that was going through the same thing, made me weary."

Clark sighed and rubbed his eyes before standing. "Look, I'm sorry. This is just as shocking to me as well. I have been searching for answers for what seems like my entire life. Then I stumble upon you and while it is exciting, it has also brought up more questions. Are there more of us? Is your dad just someone who found you? Is he from our planet as well? I-"

"CLARK!" Bella yelled, stopping him mid rant. "How about we get changed and go get some of those questions answered?"

"Right. Uh, yeah. Let me throw on some clothes and we can head out."

Bella watched as he walked into the bathroom to get changed and she blew out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She couldn't believe what has happened in the last couple of days. She was torn between hope and dread at what her dad was going to say to everything. Hoping that he not only knew the answers to her questions, but that he was really her father. Her dread was connected. What if what they tell him scares him away and he wants nothing to do with her? If he isn't her father, biologically, then who is? Before she could work herself into a panic, Clark was standing in front of her and asking if she was ready to go.

"Do you want to shower or anything before we go?"

"No. I leave clothes at his house for when I am visiting. I'll shower there. I want to get this over with." She grabbed Clark's hand and pulled him towards the door and she didn't let go until they reached the car.

The hour drive was made in silence, with both occupants lost in their thoughts. When they pulled up in front of Bella's childhood home, they were both surprised to see her dad standing on the front porch already waiting for them.

Bella got out first and while walking to the front of the vehicle to wait for Clark, Charlie descended the stairs and met her. "What's this about, Bells? You never come here this early."

She looked into his concerned gaze and gave him a small smile. "I'd rather we talk inside."

He gave a stiff nod and turned to head that way, when he heard the passenger side door close. Looking back to see who his daughter brought along, he was shocked at the man standing in front of him.

"Kal-El!" he gasped.