Author's Note...
Yay! Chapter nine! Thanks for reading this far! Big hugs to all who reviewed! And thanks to y'all for your imput on the pairing. It's gonna be fun to write, and I look forward to it. Everyone, brace yourself for Kaitlyn/Lex!
Eveything is coming in first person these days. So that's what you'll see: Kate's and Chloe's POV's.
Chapters will be coming every other week due to a busy schedule. Sorry!

Chloe's POV

At first, I wondered why Kaitlyn was telling me this.

"I'm pregnant."

But then she sounded really embarrassed.

"I'm sorry to call you. I must have dialed the wrong number… How about we just pretend this conversation never happened?"

I was all for that. The moment she hung up, I realized just how shaken she had seemed, and how unsurprised I was. I almost found it amusing that she hadn't seen this coming, even though anyone else could have.

I mean, come on. Stereotypically popular witch, loved flirting with the guys, party girl: obviously the most careless. It didn't take a psychic to predict her future.

My journalistic instincts were taking over, and I had so many questions to ask her. Who, when, where, and why? Well, I didn't want to know all the answers. That would be too much information.

Who was at the forefront of my mind. She hadn't been all that friendly to Clark or Pete, even after she started sitting with us. I actually hadn't seen her talking to any guys recently. But hey, for all I knew, she could be going out with that Travis kid.

When was up next. Okay, if I hadn't seen her talking to any guys since she decided to sit with us, which was at least a month and a half ago, then it was probably sometime before then. It wasn't like I was around her all the time, though. I didn't make it my job to keep tabs on her social life. If I had to, I would admit that I preferred not to hang with her much, but that wasn't leaving my lips anytime soon. Honestly, I had no clue of when.

Where and why weren't exactly on the top of my list, but they might help to fill in some blanks. And right now, I was drawing a huge blank.

But not for long. Monday was only a day away--one day until I could get the answers to my questions. I grinned. The idea of a mystery spiked my curiosity, and there was no calling me off the hunt now.

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Kaitlyn's POV

I don't know how long they kept me in there. It felt like years. My parents said that it was only for a few weeks, but I never believed them.

I don't think people are crazy when they're admitted to the place--they go crazy when all they can do is stare at four white walls and a mirror. That's what happened to me.

When I first woke up, I was blinded by the white. There was no other color, and it was horrible. Even my attire was white. It took me a moment to figure out what was happening until I tried to move my arms.

Dumb straightjacket.

I swore profusely for the next ten minutes, screaming for someone to get the thing off of me until my voice was hoarse from shouting. I finally gave up and sat down on the floor, leaning against one of the white walls to stare into space. When my eyes started to get dry from not blinking, I gave up and closed my eyes, slowly dozing off.

Someone was calling my name… I didn't want to wake up. But as I drifted closer to consciousness, I recognized the voice: my mom.

"What…?" I groaned.

"Kaitlyn, we've come to say goodbye."

My eyes flew open, fully expecting to be back home in my bed. But I was sorely disappointed. I was in the white room. My mom's voice seemed to be coming from the walls. "What!? You're going? You can't leave me here!" I cried, suddenly awake. I struggled to my feet.

"I'm sorry Kaitlyn. You'll get better, you'll see."

"No! I'm perfectly fine! Let me out!" I spotted a seam in the wall and started to ram my body against it. This had to be where the door was.

"Kaitlyn, honey, stop!"

"Well, Mom, if you hadn't put my in this straightjacket, I could simply pound on the walls!" I threw myself against it a few more times. Oof.

"Kaitlyn, you'll hurt the baby!"

I froze. Baby? My eyes widened. Then I remembered the morning's events. "Sunova!" I told the wall angrily. I continued to slam into it. Oof.

"Katie." It was my dad's voice. He sounded different, and it wasn't until later that day that I figured out why: he wasn't laughing.

"What?"

"If you keep doing that, they'll take away your visiting privileges."

I snorted. "Who's gonna visit psy-cho Kate in the asylum? No-o one," I said in a sing-song voice. I wondered if I really was crazy. Maybe I thought I was talking to my parents but, in reality, was just blabbing to the walls.

I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror against one wall of my prison. The wide-eyed girl who stared back at me was a complete stranger. Her brown eyes darted everywhere, and her brown hair looked as if it was purposely messy.

I stopped trying to knock down the wall and slid to the ground. "What's happening to me?" I moaned.

"It's alright. The doctors are going to make you better," Mom said.

I looked around the room, searching for the source of her voice. "How do I know you're not just part of my screwed-up brain?"

"Kate, do you really think they put a mirror there so you could fix your hair?" Dad asked, his joking voice returning.

I rolled my eyes. "I can't even move my arms, much less fix my hair!"

"It's a one-way mirror, Kate," he explained.

"A one-way mirror? But what good does-- Oooh." I stood and walked towards the mirror. "Are you really on the other side? Can you see me?"

"Yes, and yes. We have to get back to Smallville now. Take care of yourself."

I paused for a second while my brain processed his statement. "Wait! You can't leave me yet!" I exclaimed. I pressed my face against the glass. "Please!"

"Don't worry; we'll be back soon."

"What the heck? Why can't I see you?"

"We love you, Katie," my mom said.

"Bye," Dad added.

"Argggh!" I replied. Then silence fell, and I was really alone. I had no voices to keep my company, unlike the schizophrenic who had probably occupied this room before me.

"How can you stand us?" I asked the walls. "All we do is talk out loud to ourselves."

I shook my head and ordered myself to stop talking. I glared at my stomach, mentally swearing at the little demon growing inside of me. Sometime later, the section of the wall with the seam slid opened, and a male nurse walked in, carrying a tray of food.

I scrambled away from him as best as I could without the use of my arms. "Go away!" I shrieked. He was the only one around, and I had no way to defend myself. He would take advantage of me just like Luthor had.

"No one's going to hurt you," he said, setting the tray down on my cot. "I'm just going to feed you dinner."

"GO AWAY!"

Our conversation went on like this for a while, kind of like a broken record. After a while, he sighed. "Do you promise not to hurt yourself?"

What kind of dumb question was that? There was nothing to hurt myself with, even if I would want to. Except maybe that spoon… But who would try to hurt someone with a spoon? I nodded suspiciously. "Promise."

He took a few steps closer. I backed away and was about to yell at him again when he interrupted me. "No, I'm just going to undo your straightjacket and leave."

I squinted at him and allowed him to approach. I felt his touch on my arms and cringed. It felt just like Luthor's hands on me. I felt sick to my stomach. Breathe. Don't focus on the bad memories…

"There, you're free. Eat everything on the tray, okay?" the nurse said before leaving the room.

I eyed the food warily, then down at my arms now hanging limply at my sides. I almost liked them better when they were tied closely to my body. It made me feel secure.

My stomach growled, and I realized that I was a bit hungry. What time was it, anyhow? Oh, what did it matter? I began eating the food that tasted like plastic with a side of aluminum foil. Ew.

After that was gone, two things remained on the tray: a small plastic cup with two white pills and another with water. Ha, they thought I was going to take these things? Why should I? I wasn't crazy, and I could function just fine without them.

I considered all the ways to dispose of two white pills in a room that had four padded white walls. Just as I was about to throw them in the nearest corner, the wall opened again so the nurse could enter.

"Uh-uh," he scolded as if I were five. "You have to take those, too." He smiled in a way that seemed condescending to me.

I frowned and stared at the pills sitting in my open palm.

He took a step towards me.

"Okay, okay!" I exclaimed before popping them in my mouth. I swallowed them dry, which was kind of gross, but I didn't trust the water. It looked kind of yellow.

All I could do was hope that the pills would hurt that thing inside of me. The male nurse left, and I sat on my cot. I dangled my legs of the side of the bed and swung them back and forth to an imaginary beat. To keep myself occupied, I sang Here is Gone three times straight.

A heavy fog seemed to settle over my brain, and I found it hard to concentrate, so I stretched out on that pathetic excuse for a bed and drifted off into my usual nightmares.

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Chloe's POV

When I arrived at school Monday morning, I began my search for Kaitlyn. She was usually by her friend's locker until the warning bell rang, so that's where I started.

"Hey, you're Tatiana, right?" I asked, approaching her.

She turned from her open locker to face me. "Yeah, but call me T. What up?"

"I was wondering if you'd seen Katie today?"

Her face clouded a bit. "Nope. She ain't comin' ta school fo a while, either."

Well, this was news. "Why not?" I asked, cocking my head to one side. I wondered if it was because Kaitlyn was pregnant.

Tatiana turned back to her locker, suddenly very intent on finding some book. I could tell she was stalling. "Kate's been sittin' wit yo at lunch, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she has." I still didn't quite understand why it was our table that Kaitlyn had chosen to sit at, but some things always remain a mystery.

"I'm not sho if she'd like me tellin' yo dis…" She sighed and slammed her locker shut. "Kate was admitted ta Belle Reeve yesterday."

My eyes widened. Finding out about Kaitlyn's pregnancy had sparked my curiosity, but it was nothing compared to this. This was a story, full-out Wall-of-Weird material: Meteor-Freak Kate in the loony bin.

A familiar rush washed over me, the journalistic high. I felt it whenever someone gave me an interesting lead. It started in my fingers as a little twitch that crawled up my arms and down my spine until my whole body was tense, ready to spring into action. It made me feel powerful, all my muscles screaming to run and get whatever story was out there.

Whoa, girl. Reign in the curiosity.

But the word popped out of my mouth anyways. "Why?"

I knew Kaitlyn was a freak, and maybe a bit unstable, but I hadn't seen her acting crazy enough to be locked away. Didn't freaks have to exhibit violent behavior to be officially labeled "insane"?

Tatiana sighed, scuffing her heel against the floor. "She was trying ta--" She caught herself from saying something. "I dunno if Kate'd want me spillin' all her secrets while she's gone."

"That's alright," I said, shaking my head. "I understand." But I really want to know! Kaitlyn must have done something really weird to land herself in the psych ward. "But can I ask you something unrelated?"

Tatiana looked at the floor, then back at me. "Yeah?"

"Yesterday morning, Kate called me, saying she was pregnant. How's she doing with that?"

Tatiana sighed looked at the ceiling. "Not good," she said after a long pause.

"Oh," I said quietly. The poor girl must have had a hard day, finding out she was pregnant and then being admitted to Belle Reeve. It occurred to me that the two might be connected, that the revelation might have caused a mental breakdown.

"Screw it," I heard Tatiana say quietly to herself. Then she turned her gaze back to me. "Kate's in Belle Reeve 'cause she tried ta cut the baby outta her."

I was shocked. "Oh my word! Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" Kaitlyn must have really been insane to hurt herself. Most freaks took out their issues on others. "Others" meaning, of course, Lana, Clark, or Lex.

"Yeah," Tatiana said. "Her freak-power saved her. I'm not sho if she hurt da baby, though."

"Why would she want to kill it?" I asked, more to myself than Tatiana.

She answered anyhow. "I'm not really sho, but I think she was afraid to tell her parents. Said it was a death sentence." Tatiana shugged and shook her head sadly. "I hope they can help her out at Belle Reeve."

I bit my lip. "Me, too." Kaitlyn was in pretty bad shape. Any investigating I wanted to do would have to wait.

"Yo da editor of da Torch, right?"

"Yeah, I am. Why?"

"Maybe yo could help me wit a mystery I'm tryin' ta solve. Ya know, use yo reporter skills?" Tatiana wasn't making eye contact.

"I think I could." I smiled at the thought of another story. Me and my insatiable curiosity…

"I need yo ta help me figure out who da father is. He needs ta know what's goin' on."

I felt the smile on my face grow bigger. "Of course."

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