Chapter Seventeen

Her eyes slowly opened to see glowing green stars swirl in front of them. She could focus on a bright red one. She felt like that little star, it was all alone in a sea of things different from itself.

She sat up and could feel her hair hit her back slowly. Her hand went to her ribs and she could feel the coarse bandages. They had been made in a hurry…

She slowly unravelled them and could feel her skin tingle under her touch. She looked down at her body feeling strangely detached from it. She was in her white bra and a pair of grey sweat pants that were about ten times to big for her. A tiny smile crossed her lips in spite of herself.

It was funny to know that she was different, because she was. She had always known it deep down but now those secret parts of herself had risen to the surface in a flurry of pain and terror and… love.

Yes, there had defiantly been love, and a lot. She moved to the edge of the bed and let her feet slowly touch the floor. It was wooden and cold beneath her bare feet. She slowly stood up and stayed in the same position for a while feeling a little wobbly. She moved across the room and felt a plush bathrobe under her fingertips, it was slung over an arm chair in the corner of the room.

As she shrugged it on she looked around the room she inhabited. It was a boy's room, not often used. There were a lot of different books in it. Comics, science text, books about space, and writing. She walked over to the book shelf and ran her fingers over the book spines; they all had been read many times over. She eventually came to a photo. It was a happy scene of a family. A father, a mother and a son.

The son was smiling brightly with big eyes hidden behind a pair of thick black glasses. She smiled to herself as her fingers traced over the glass that separated her fingers from the boy. She looked at the man in the photo, He is gone, and she thought suddenly, He is missed.

She quickly put the photo down as a strange sensation came over her. The thought had graced her mind as if someone had written it there suddenly. That had never happened to her before and it frightened her.

Suddenly she realised something, she wanted to see Clark, she need him very badly. Cassandra moved across the room and grabbed the brass door knob and wrenched open the door with every intention of running from the room but stopped in the door way.

She stopped realising she had no recollection of where she was. She slowly moved into the hall. It was clattered with pictures covering the walls. She walked down the hall taking each of them in.

Eventually Cassandra came to a flight of stairs, she walked down them slowly coming to a halt in an entrance way. She looked around herself. Something beckoned her to her left. She followed the feeling and went that way suddenly finding herself in a very welcoming kitchen.

There was an older woman standing at the sink washing dishes. She turned when Cassandra was in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Well hello my dear, you don't know how good it is to see you up and about." She said brightly smiling at Cassandra.

"How…how long have I been…" Cassandra didn't know how to finish the sentence because one thing she knew was that she hadn't been sleeping.

"Three weeks now," The woman said still smiling reassuringly. Cassandra studied her face, she was the woman from the pictures. Cassandra moved further into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table.

She looked at the woman, there were so many questions she wanted to ask but one came to the forefront of her mind, "Where's Clark?" For some reason this question passed from her in a gravely tired voice.

"He left this morning on a trip," The woman said nodding, "He was very worried about you,"

Cassandra nodded and licked her lips and found tears in her eyes, "He is alright?" She asked looking back at the woman.

"Yes, he's fine; all thanks to you my dear." The woman came over and placed a hand on Cassandra's shoulder.

Cassandra shook her head, "No I didn't…" But then that wasn't true, she had done something but she couldn't remember what, the last thing she remembered was wanting nothing more then to help Clark.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up a little for when Clark comes home, he will be glad to see you are awake." Cassandra nodded at the woman's words and followed her obligingly back upstairs.

Cassandra sat on the front porch of the Clark home looking out over the field at the setting sun. It was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. She had bathed and felt a lot more like her old self but yet still strangely unused to her skin. She was wearing an old dress of Martha's. It was white and had a full skirt that ended at Cassandra's knees and a halter like top, Martha said she had worn it in the summer time in the muggy heat and that it looked very pretty on Cassie. She had pulled her hair back into a bun

Martha had called Cassandra Cassie. It had been strange to hear herself be called that again. It was silly, she had only been unconscious for a few weeks yet she felt totally detached from her life before…the…event? She didn't even know what to call it.

"Cassie," Cassandra stood up and saw Clark standing at the side of the house looking at her.

"Hi Clark," She said quietly. He walked over her to in all of five strides and enveloped her into a powerful yet gentle hug. Cassie wrapped her arms around him and let her forehead rest on his shoulder.

"I thought I had lost you," He whispered in her ear. She shook her head unable to speak her emotions taking full control of her, she was just so thankful to have Clark back in her arms.

"Did you find out what you needed to know?" Cassie asked him after a few minutes they were both sitting on the porch together hand in hand.

Clark nodded, "Yes," Cassie looked at the gravel at their feet.

"And was it about me?" She asked slowly looking at him again.

"This isn't going to make a lot of sense right now but I found out from my real father." He said looking her in the eye.

Cassandra stared at him , "You are right, that doesn't make a lot of sense."

Clark smiled, "I will explain it to you later but in short for right now, I am not from this world. And with me my real father sent me documents of my people's knowledge and research." Cassie watched him intently trying to take in what he was saying. "I found chronicles of another people's existence in deep space. To my fathers people they were only rumoured about by burnt out explores and doubted to be true but my father must have thought there was something to it to chronicle it." Clark stopped and looked at Cassie, "These explores, they rumoured about a race that was so perfect that they couldn't even bee looked upon by any lesser race without going blind. They were referred to as Angels."

Cassie looked at Clark, "You think I am an-

"No," He said smiling at her, "Though I may think you are perfect, you aren't that perfect." Cassie smiled at him, "No, it is said at least, that one Angel was banished for loving someone." Cassie watched him.

"That's dreadful," She said quietly.

"Well love is a useless emotion supposedly; it defies logic, which my father suspected governed these Angels society. To them it must have been like a disease." Clark shrugged looking at the quickly setting sun, "So she was banished."

"She? For something that is only rumour you sure know a lot about it," Cassie said. Clark looked at her and shrugged.

"My father must have thought it important for me to know,"

Cassie nodded. "Sorry to interrupt, please go on," He nodded.

"Well anyway, all thought or story of her is lost but supposedly she fell to earth and had a baby, and then that baby had another two babies." Clark shrugged, "By this time the bloodline would be so watered down from being on earth and mating with humans that the powers would be practically unnoticed, until the moment came when this, this woman needed to use them in pure desperation, out of pure instinct."

Cassie looked at Clark, "So you think I am the granddaughter of this…this exiled Angel?"

Clark shrugged. "Anything is possible Cassie,"

Cassie looked out over the field before looking back at Clark, "You said, two babies, I am not the only one?"

"Well," Clark shrugged, "My father came up with the specific number two some how, I am not sure how but he did. Did you have a sister?"

Cassie shook her head. "No, I was adopted."

Clark smiled and said, "A lot of that going around in our generation huh?" Cassie smiled.

"Yeah we could defiantly be known as Generation X." Cassie said quietly resting her forehead on Clark's shoulder. "Does this mean I will never be normal again?" She asked childishly.

"I am certain we can rule that out at this point." Clark said kissing Cassie on the top of the head.

She looked up at him, "At least you aren't alone anymore." She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Yeah, you are right there,"

Cassie looked out over the field again. The sun had fully set and the sky was a navy blue but the stars shone brighter then ever.

"I have to find my sister or brother then."

"Sister," Clark corrected. Cassie looked at him.

"How are you so sure?" She asked curiously.

"Angels, even the water down ones, have to be female."

"How do they...we, I suppose, how do we procreate then?" She asked confused.

Clark shrugged, "Well in the original race, not you of course, used Immaculate Conception."

Cassie sniggered unable to stop herself, "Interesting," She said looking at Clark. And nodded, "Well then I have to find my sister,"

Clark looked at her, "We have to find your sister."

Cassie smiled at him tears in her eyes. "I am glad you are here with me Clark,"

"I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world."

The End

A/N: I am very sorry that it took so long to finish this story and a sequel will defiantly be coming, so PM me with more questions. Have a good one! -touchnotthecat