Here is the first actual chapter of the story. I hope that you all will stick with me on this because all the answers aren't going to come super quickly. As long as you know something about Superman or Smallville I'm sure you can figure some of it out, but the rest will be a mystery!

Disclaimer: SM owns all things Twilight, Smallville is owned by whoever!

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Chapter 1

EPOV

"Edward, please be careful tonight son! You and I both know what could happen if you lose your focus for even a second." My dad, Carlisle Cullen, said, just like every night I have a game. It doesn't matter to him that I have been playing all types of sports for over four years now and have yet to screw up. His lack of faith in me is quite frankly, hurtful.

"Dad, for the last time, I know!" He is so annoying. It probably doesn't help that the sun isn't even up yet and I'm out doing my chores around our farm. I know he only got me up this early to talk, because even with all the things I have to do around here I'm still always done in about five minutes. It's also that I know he is right. If I don't keep my abilities in check I could quite easily severely injure someone. I feel bad for snapping at him because who knows how I would have turned out if someone other than he and my mother, Esme, had found me. That thought alone is enough to make me feel sick!

"Sorry for snapping dad, I think that I'm just a little nervous about the game tonight. Homecoming is always a big deal to everyone; I just don't want to let anyone down is all." I can see the look in dad's eye, he is about to say something profound, I'm sure, but I interrupt him before he gets the chance. "I know okay? I realize that in all the years I have played football that we have never lost a game, but you know as well as I do that anything is possible in Smallville, KS. Oh! One more thing dad, the next time you feel the need to "beat a dead horse" can it wait until the sun is actually up?" I grinned over at him.

"Alright Edward, I'll lay off for now. I just know that in the middle of a game when emotions are flying that it's easy to lose focus. I just don't want you to ever be put in a compromising position. I know injuries happen easily during football, but, son; with your strength you could easily kill someone." I just nodded. I knew that no matter what I say he is still going to remind me to focus. "Thank you for changing the tractor tire. It's a lot easier to use the bucket on the front to move the big, round bales of hay than to wait for you to do it." Dad snickered.

Laughing, I shook my head and walked out of the barn. There is a plate of breakfast with my name on it. Sitting there eating I let my mind wander to a topic that usually brings me down, finding someone special to spend my life with. I know that I shouldn't dwell on it, but I can't help that wish that I was like everyone else. I know that I could find a nice girl to date, but I'm so afraid that in the heat of the moment I would end up really hurting her; and I just couldn't live with myself if I did that.

My mother has told me numerous times that I should just be patient that the right girl is out there for me. She has always thought that my equal was out there somewhere just waiting for me. Hell! Mom even said that with as many strange things that happen around our town that more than likely my perfect woman has been under my nose this whole time and I have just been too blind to see it. I looked down at my watch and realized that if I don't kick it into super-mode I was going to be late for our football meeting this morning.

I zipped up the stairs and showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, and ran a hand through my hair before getting dressed. Some days I wished I was normal like everyone else, but being super fast does have its advantages. I was dressed in dark wash jeans, a white wife-beater, boots, and my Smallville High football jersey, #8 in a second and out the door in the next. After going to Smallville High for the past four years I would think I would be used to our school colors, red and yellow. I don't really have any problem with the colors, but our mascot is a fucking crow! Who the hell doesn't use black as a school color when that is their mascot?

High school is easily the bane of my existence. If it wasn't for sports and FFA I would never survive. They give me something to do to try and at least fit in a little bit. My freshman year my dad and I had the biggest argument about me participating in sports. He was so worried that I would accidently super-speed up and down the football field or really hurt and/or kill someone with my strength in the heat of the moment; not to mention putting myself into the spotlight. I did have a solid argument though. I figured that if I participated instead of always trying to blend in no one would figure out that I am different. As long as I stay involved in extracurricular activities people don't really give me shit about acting stuck-up and stand-offish. It's not that I want to be this way, but I am terrified of someone finding out that I'm not actually from Earth.

~*SSM*~

I arrived in the locker room with seconds to spare. Each Friday before our game we get together for a meeting to make sure we are all ready for the night ahead of us and to go over the game plan. Everyone that will be down on the field with us is required to be there for the meetings: coaches, players, water boys, and the statistician. The latter being the only girl allowed in the locker room. I may be the best player and captain of all of the sports I can play, but Bella Swan is the best female athlete of all the girls' sports. In fact, much like me with all the sports I play, the girls' teams have never lost a game that she played in. I might need to take a closer look at her, because if she has some sort of extra abilities she could be dangerous. I have learned that the hard way over the years, but right now she needs help.

Bella Swan may be a good person, but that didn't mean she wasn't the entire student body's favorite punching bag. It probably has something to do with the fact that she doesn't socialize with anyone, much like me. This time apparently she just turned down our star running back and he isn't known for taking "no" for an answer. Unlike me though she isn't 6' 3" and 220lbs. She is only about 5'9" and maybe 120lbs. It wouldn't matter how big she was though, there is no way she can defend herself against an entire football team minus me.

"Stop it you assholes!" Bella screamed.

"Oh! Come on princess, what's the matter? Are you afraid to get wet?" Some douche taunted her. "We just want to see if the frigid bitch can even get wet!" I don't know what was wrong with people, but this had the whole team in an uproar laughing their asses off.

They forced her into the showers and turned the water on cold. I couldn't believe how they were treating her. She is by far the most beautiful girl in the school and just because she won't date any of them they do shit like this.

Before I even knew it I strip out of my jersey and rush into the showers. Pushing and shoving the group of assholes out of the way I crouch down in front of her protectively. "I don't know what gives you all the right to treat Bella this way, but that's enough! Each and every one of you will go down to the gym and do up-downs until I get tired!" I commanded. The jokes on them, I don't ever get tired. Not one person made a move to leave until I stood to my full height. "As captain I have the right to dole out punishments as I see fit! All of you go now or don't bother suiting up tonight!"

"You heard Cullen boys, move your asses!" Coach Teague yelled. That did it. The whole team ran out of the locker room like their asses were on fire. "Cullen, will you help Miss Swan? I'm going to the gym to make sure they don't harass anyone else today."

"Don't worry about it Coach, I'll take care of her." He nodded his head and walked out the door. I turned around and shut of the shower. When I looked down Bella was staring at the floor so hard I'm surprised she didn't burn holes in the tile. I knelt down and put my hand under her chin and lifted her face up so that she was looking at me. I'm not sure what exactly happened next, but when I touched her I felt complete. It's bizarre to say the least, but she must feel something too because her eyes had turned an odd reddish-orange color. I blink quickly to make sure that my eyes aren't playing tricks on me and when I look down she has burn holes all over her shirt and for some odd reason, so do I.

Since I'm a guy I can't help but to look down at her chest which is now prominently on display. She is wearing a really nice looking hunter green bra that looks like silk or some shit. This time I can actually feel my eyes heating up and I quickly avert my gaze so I don't hurt her.

Fire shoots from my eyes and thankfully all I do is leave burn marks on the walls. I can't believe I just did that though! I am more than a little nervous, who knows what she will say or what questions she will ask. I can't dwell on it too much though. Bella is still sitting on the floor of the shower; wet and more or less missing a shirt. I walk as quickly as I can get away with to my locker and throw my now ruined shirt inside. I grab a towel and my extra jersey and turn around to offer them to her. I assume she is still in the shower but when I turn around she is right behind me. Wordlessly, I hand her the towel and jersey. I don't really want her to cover up as I'm quite enjoying the view, but she can't walk around school half-naked.

"Thank you Edward, for everything." She says softly. She's mumbling something under her breath so I use my super-hearing to figure out what it is. "He was only being nice. There is no way that he is the equal I have been waiting for. Just because he can shoot fire out of his eyes too doesn't make him like me. How embarrassing is it that I got turned on by the sight of him wet and burned his shirt? I'm such a loser!"

My head jerks around so fast it almost makes me dizzy. What does she mean? Is she the one he spoke of? My other half? I am so lost in my thoughts that I don't realize she is trying to hand me my towel back and trying to speak to me.

"Want to make any bets on how long it takes for the rumors to start that I'm your girl?" Bella joked. Hmm…my girl. Has a nice ring to it. Wait! I don't date, what the hell is wrong with me?

"Well, I think that if I took that bet I would lose. I'm pretty sure that as soon as we step foot outside of the locker room the shit will hit the fan." My tone was light-hearted and joking when I said this, but Bella didn't seem to think that it was humorous. "Did I say something wrong Bella?"

"No! It just seems that it disgusts you to think about the two of us together is all." She kind of sneered it at me, it was actually pretty hot.

"Actually, I was just about to say that you look much better in that jersey than I do and I was hoping that you would wear it for the rest of the day. You don't have to, but it's just that, well you spend as much time on the field as I do and it's really sexy on you. Besides, it's homecoming and almost all of the players girlfriends wear their jerseys." Hello foot, meet mouth. I can't believe I just said all that.

She seemed to be mulling it over and I almost thought she wasn't going to answer. "I'd love to, but just so we are clear about one thing," she leaned in to whisper the rest in my ear, "if you actually think you could tackle me (holy shit she was using football terms, so hot) into being your girl, you need to try a little harder, captain." Her voice was so husky and sexy, I loved it. I was going to respond, when I got my voice back, but she turned around and walked out.

All I could do was stand there stunned. I didn't know much right now, but I did know that it was going to be one of the longest days ever, knowing she was walking around in my jersey with my name on her back. I just have to hope that she doesn't do something else remotely sexy until I can figure out how to control this new found heat vision. Burning down the school would probably not be a good thing.

~*SSM*~

I don't think there has ever been a day that has lasted so long before. All day long everywhere I turned people were whispering and pointing. I have to admit that some of the gossip was actually pretty funny. Did you hear Bella Swan is blackmailing Edward so he will go out with her? I heard he was dating her because he feels sorry for her. Well, I heard Bella is pregnant and trying to hide the bump under that jersey. The latter was by far the most humorous.

I had been using my super-hearing all day long just to see what crap people were cooking up. I'm sure I looked crazy more than once when I would just start laughing out loud for no apparent reason. I couldn't find it in me to care though. If it wasn't for the fact that I was stressing out over my new found ability to shoot fire out of my eyes I might have spent more time pondering the enigma that is Bella Swan.

~*SSM*~

I love football more than any other sport I play, but I hate half-time with a passion. It's just an excuse for the coaches to tear everyone a new asshole over their mistakes on the field. It was also giving my teammates the opportunity to rib me about Bella. I seriously wish they would just drop it. The more I think about her the more distracted I become and I can't afford for that to happen. It also doesn't help that I keep picturing her in the shower, that white t-shirt she was wearing was plastered to her exquisite chest. Fuck! Don't even get me started on how great her tits looked in that bra. If I could write poetry her tits would receive some serious praise.

"Alright men you know what you need to do; so let's go out there and kick some Bulldog ass!" Coach Teague hollered.

The rest of the game flew by and before I knew it there were nine seconds left on the clock and we were up by three. Our defense just had to keep them out of field goal range and we would win. For some reason I will never understand Coach Teague decided to put me in on defense. I guess I'm a big mother-fucker and light on my feet. I went in at safety and trust me when I say that if anyone tries to get by me they will regret it.

The Bulldogs quarterback called for the snap, took three steps back, and let the ball fly towards the home sidelines and his intended receiver. I was running as fast as I could get away with to make the tackle. Wrapping up the receiver and bringing him down without hurting him was my main focus, and because of that I didn't see Bella standing directly in our path.

The both of us flew into her. As soon as we were down I was back up hoping that I didn't just kill someone, because no matter how easily I might have tackled that guy my body is solid steel. The receiver and Bella were going to be really fucking sore if they weren't dead. I quickly removed the guy I just tackled from on top of her and cringed expecting to find a lot of blood.

However, it's what's not there that shocks me. There is not a scratch on her. She has dirt and grass stains from being tackled, but she is perfectly fine. I must have been staring too long because she jumps up and looks around quickly before turning back to me. I'm waiting for her to verbally assault me for tackling her, but what she says throws me for a loop.

"I think that you and I need to have a very serious conversation later Edward! I'll meet you at your place." With those words she disappears. I watch her run away as quickly as I am able to run. I want to race after her but I'm stunned stupid. I'm a little shocked, freaked, and dare I say hopeful.

Well, there was Chapter 1! I hope that it you all liked it. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think.