Fan-fiction
Smallville (1x02-Metamorphosis)
"Clark! Fifteen minutes!" I yelled as I walked past his door headed down stair, "Ass out of bed!"
"Language Isabelle!" Mom shouted up the stairs making me roll my eyes.
"Sorry!" I called back as I headed down to her a smile of innocence on my face.
"Don't give me that look, young lady," she snapped, "Where did you learn that language?"
"Dad," I replied simply, shrugging slightly as I did making her scowl over my shoulder where dad stood. I grinned at him, "Hi daddy." He frowned at me.
"Traitor," he grumbled making me giggle before grabbing a box from the kitchen table to take to the truck.
"All hail the homecoming king and queen," Chloe grinned as she helped us with the stall, I looked up to see Lana and Whitney walking over to us.
"Clark, I didn't see you at the dance last night," Lana greeted making him tense slightly.
"I was a little tied up," he shrugged it off making me glance up at him; he avoided my gaze so I shot a glare in Whitney's direction, guessing what had happened.
"Hey congratulations!" Dad said to said guy, "That was one heck of a game. I haven't seen an offence that good since I played."
"Thank you Mr Kent," Whitney smiled widely.
"I'm gonna go get the rest of the boxes out of the truck," I commented, "C'mon Clark." I pulled him along.
"I'll help!" I heard Whitney comment making me glare darkly at him, he backed up slightly.
"Kent, you realise last night was just a joke, right?" Whitney commented making me growl viciously until Clark placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. "Hey, I uh, I need that necklace back."
"I don't have it," Clark told him simply.
"Look, its Lana's favourite, so..." Whitney started.
"We'll you'd better go out to that cornfield and find it," I snapped at him before walking away with two of the boxes. "Here you go, Daddy." He smiled down at me as I placed the boxes on the stall.
"Hey, Clark! What's the hold up?" I called behind me as I turned around, he wasn't talking to Whitney anymore he was talking to Lex instead making me arch an eyebrow and walk over.
"Isabelle, it's good to see you," the millionaire greeted as I gave him a strained smile.
"Lex," I nodded before glancing at Clark, "Dad wants us to finish up."
"Yeah sure," he nodded making me nod back and strain another smile at Lex before I headed towards dad again.
"At least I got a smile this time," I heard Lex comment making me roll my eyes.
"I left some of the baked goods at home," Mom commented as I reached them, "You mind?"
"No, I'll be back in a bit," I smiled before heading off at a slow jog, Lex however was apparently leaving and he pulled up just in front of me making me slow to a walk. "Can I help you?"
"I was wondering just the opposite actually," he commented, "You want a lift?" Frowning slightly I gave him a once over, contemplating. "No catch."
"Okay," I nodded making him grin and lean across to push the door open; I frowned and slid in to the car with him. "I need to pick some more things up from the farm." He nodded before driving off again.
"I get the feeling you don't like me very much," he commented as we drove to the farm, glancing sideways at me.
"It's not that I don't like you, Lex," I commented quietly, "It just... takes a lot for me to trust someone, especially when it comes to my brother." He frowned and nodded making me smile slightly.
"I guess I just have to work on earning your trust then," he smiled making me grin and nod, "Starting with helping you carry this box and take it back to the market."
"You sure?" I asked him as we pulled up, he nodded. "Well, come on then." I got out of the car and walked up to the house with him following behind me.
The market was in chaos when I got back, and from what I could tell, it looked like Clark had managed to save Whitney's life. "Why do these things always seem to happen when I'm not here?" Mom and Dad glanced at me incredulously making me smirk as Clark bit back a laugh.
"Whitney's gonna be all right," Dad commented as he ignored my comment, "He's got a couple of cuts and bruises but nothing serious."
"Does he remember anything?" Clark asked as I sat down on the back of the truck.
"No, just that something smashed his truck and he woke up in the ambulance," dad replied making me arch an eyebrow turning to Clark.
"You need to talk to mom," Clark commented, "I think I really freaked her out this time." I frowned, wondering what had happened this time.
"You also made her really proud, Clark," Dad told him as I watched the two.
"Dad, something else happened to me this morning," he sighed, "When I woke up... I was kind of floating."
"Floating?" I asked in shock making him nod slightly.
"As soon as I woke up I crashed." He replied, "What's happening to me?"
"I honestly don't know," Dad replied, "As soon as you start breaking the rules of gravity, we're definitely in uncharted territory."
"I just, wish it would stop," Clark muttered making me sigh.
"Look, Clark," Dad interrupted, "I'm your father and I'm supposed to have all the answers. It kills me that I don't, but you gotta have faith that we'll figure this thing out together."
"I do," Clark nodded, "But this is happening to me and I'm scared."
"Us Clark," I turned to him, "It's happening to us." He turned his head to me and sighed with a nod. "I may not be getting anything new lately, but I'm not exactly normal myself." He nodded again.
A few hours later dad decided that he'd trust Clark and me to drop of produce at Luthor Manor so we headed off there. The crate was taken off of us at the main entrance by one of the servants and as I went to turn to go back to the truck, Clark pulled me after him.
"Save any lives on the way over?" Lex asked as we walked in to his office, "You keep it up and you could make a career out of it."
"We were just dropping off your produce," Clark commented, "Sorry my parents gave you a hard time."
"Ah, if push came to shove I would have arm-wrestled them for it," he smirked making me grin slightly as I walked closer, there was a war tactics board game set up on a table close by.
"Are you planning an invasion?" I asked curiously.
"My father gave this to me when I was nine," he replied as he walked over to me, standing next to me.
"Cool gift," I smiled.
"It wasn't a gift," he replied, "It was a strategy tool. My father equates business with war." I frowned in curiosity. "Take the battle of Troy. It started because two men were in love with the same woman, kind of like Clark and the quarterback." I smirked and glanced up at my brother, "That's why he strung you up in a field, isn't it?" My smirk dropped into a scowl.
"If we're at war, Whitney's pretty much won her," Clark commented making me roll my eyes.
"If you're at war," I smirked, "I'm planning the next battle."
"Exactly," Lex nodded, "You've lost one battle Clark. That's all. Besides, I don't believe Lana's as infatuated as you think."
"The guy's captain of the football team," Clark started, "The whole town treats him like a god. Game over."
"If you hadn't pulled him out of that truck, your problems would be solved," Lex commented, making my head snap around to him, "I'm kidding of course. Don't worry, Clark. I've got your Trojan horse." With that he walked away towards one of his book shelves where he took an intricate box from his shelf.
I watched curiously as he opened it and my gaze fell on Lana's meteor rock necklace making Clark pale and back off slightly as it glinted. "You okay?" I asked him gently.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded, "That's a cool box. What's it made of?"
"Lead," Lex replied, "My mother bought it in a Kasbah in Morocco. A little guy told her it was made from the armour of St George, The Patron Saint of Boy Scouts. She gave it to me before she died. I think she was trying to send me a message." He snapped it closed and handed it to Clark.
"I can't take that," he shook his head.
"What is it about Kents and gifts?" Lex asked with a sigh before he offered it to me, I took it off him with a small smirk. "One of you knows a good thing when she sees it. Give the necklace to Lana. Tell her what happened. Trust me, once she opens it, you'll win her heart Clark. That necklace gives you the power. All you've got to do is use it." Clark glanced at the box in my hands before taking it off of me making me suppress a smirk before glancing at Lex who had a similar look on his face.
"Izzy?" A voice called as I walked down steps after school, ready to head home. So I stopped and turned to see Whitney and Sean jogging towards me.
"What do you want Fordman?" I asked him bluntly making him give me an exasperated look.
"Lana's pissed," he told me, "She found out about..."
"You using Clark as the scarecrow?" I finished for him, "Yeah, she's pissed... but I'm worse so I'll advise you to go fuck yourself." I turned to start walking away but his hand locked on my arm and pulled me around to face him. "What?"
"I lost her necklace, okay?" he told me, "The one made from the meteor that killed her parents... I can't find it! I went to the cornfield and everything."
"What exactly do you want me to do about it?" I asked him simply.
"Can't you just, I don't know, talk to her?" he asked, "Make her see how sorry I am?"
"Why would I do that?" I smirked, "With her pissed at you, my brother's got a chance with her." He glared and his grip on my arm tightened. "Whitney, let me go." He didn't release the hold, "Seriously Fordman, I'd let go now," I growled at him dangerously.
"Talk to Lana for me," he growled back.
"With the way you're hurting my arm right now, I don't think I'm gonna let you anywhere near her any time soon," I snarled at him, pulling my arm, his grip tightened again. "If you're still holding my arm on the count of three, I'm not gonna be sorry for what happens to you."
"What are you going to do?" he smirked at me, bringing his face closer to smirk at me.
"Oh, I wouldn't be worried about what she'll do," A voice sounded from behind me making me turn to see Lex getting out of his car, "You heard her, let her go."
The grip on my arm tightened before loosening, giving me the chance to pull away from him. I hitched my bag on to my shoulder and stepped away from him, closer to Lex. "Just talk to her for me," Whitney told me.
"Still not gonna happen," I told him with a small smile before I turned and walked all the way to Lex who was glaring at the boy from where he leant on his car. "Hi Lex."
"Hey," he greeted, "You want a ride home?" I nodded with a smile before slipping into the passenger seat as he opened the car for me.
"What was that all about?" he asked me as we drove towards the farm.
"Nothing," I shrugged, "Lana found out Whitney lost her necklace, so I'm guessing you told her about the scarecrow thing." I turned my head and noticed a smirk on his face, "Yeah, I thought so." I laughed slightly. "Anyway, he wanted me to talk to her for him I said no, he got mad."
Lex cast me a curious look before letting it go as we pulled up in front of the house, "Thanks," I smiled at him, he shrugged. "Look uh... I'm sorry I was horrible to you when we first met." A small smirk twitched at his lips as he turned to face me, "I guess I was wrong, I mean... with the accident, and the fact you were a Luthor..."
"I get it," he shrugged, "It's no problem."
"If you're sure," I tried, he nodded and grinned, "Well, thanks again. For the lift, and for helping me with Whitney."
"No problem," he told me honestly.
"I'll see you around Lex," I smiled at him before getting out of the car. Once his car sped off I started for the house, only to hear dad's voice shouting Clark in horror.
"Dad?" I shouted running for the barn, I got there in time to see something shoving dad over the railing, and him heading straight for the blades of the mower. "DAD!"
Dashing forward, at my newly developed speed I shoved his falling body towards a speeding Clark who caught him before crashing into one of the posts, I... well...
"Ah, fuck," I groaned as I pulled myself off the blades of the mower.
"Izzy!" Dad yelped as I pushed myself up, I turned to see my back stitch itself up.
"I'm okay," I muttered, my gaze on the blood covered blades, "What just happened?"
"Let me see your back," Dad insisted making me roll my shoulders.
"I'm okay," I told him honestly, "And so is your mower. If Clark had done that it'd have been destroyed."
"What's going on in here?" Mom ran in, in a rush.
"I never saw anybody move like that," Dad commented as I turned towards him again, mom gasped at the sight of my back.
"Mom I'm fine," I told her simply, "I'd be more concerned about dad right now."
"Who did this?" Mom asked, "Did you get a look at their face?"
"He came right off the ceiling at me," dad replied, "It was almost as if he..."
"Wasn't entirely human?" I suggested quickly.
"I saw his face," Clark told us, "I think it was Greg Arkin."
My jaw dropped at the name as I turned to Clark, "Greg?" I asked in surprise.
"That's a name I haven't heard in a while," Mom commented, "You two and Pete used to hang out with him in grade school."
"Why would he want to hurt either of you?" Dad asked curiously.
"I don't know," Clark replied honestly.
"Are you still friends?" Mom asked.
"I uh, I pass him in the hallways," I replied, "But uh..."
"People change," Clark finished in agreement.
"I remember his mother used to keep him on a short leash," I carried on, "But from what I remember, he wouldn't hurt a fly..."
"Maybe because he was too busy collecting them and every other bug he could get his hands on," Clark commented.
"Clark, kids don't just leap off the ceiling and attack people," Dad commented, Clark grabbed a flashlight and pointed it at the ceiling, showing off gooey green footprints.
"How do you explain that?" he questioned.
"I don't know," Dad replied, "Seems kind of out there."
"Daddy, you've been hiding a spaceship in our storm cellar for the past twelve years," I pointed out.
"It's not that I don't want to believe you, Clark," Dad sighed as mom left, "It's just... I'm having trouble getting my head around this one."
"Dad, do you ever wonder why all these things happen in Smallville?" Clark questioned.
"Every town has its share of tall tales," dad shrugged it off.
"Except here they're all true," Clark countered, "Chloe showed us this wall. It's covered with all these articles she collected about all the weird stuff that's happened in Smallville since the meteor shower. It's all, my fault."
"Look, Clark, if you're talking about 50-pound tomatoes and two headed calves then I got a better explanation for you," Dad told him, "LuthorCorp. I mean, God only knows what that fertilizer plant's been pumping out over the last twelve years."
"LuthorCorp didn't kill Lana's parents," Clark argued making me flinch inwardly.
"Neither did you," Dad told him, "You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over."
"Dad I know," he nodded, "But I still feel responsible.
"What happened to Lana's parents was a terrible tragedy," Dad told him as I turned to leave, "But no matter how many extraordinary gifts either of you have," I paused, "you will never be able to change that."
"Then how do I make this feeling go away?" Clark asked.
"You can't," dad replied, "But that's what makes you human." With one last sigh, I turned and headed inside, going to my bedroom to avoid everyone as I thought it over.
Clark blamed himself, and I knew that wishes didn't really come true, it was one hell of a coincidence. But something told me that everything he was blaming himself for, was partly my fault.
"Hey Izzy," I looked up to see Clark stood at my doorframe, "We need to talk about Greg."
"Pete come on," I dragged him behind me after school so he'd follow me to the Torch, but he'd dug his heels into the floor making me stop and let go of his hand, he dropped on to his butt. "Why're you being so awkward?"
"I'm hungry, I was going home," he complained at me.
"This is important," I told him with a pointed look, he shook his head, "Don't make me throw you over my shoulder Peter!"
"Like you could," he scoffed.
"I'll tell the whole school that you've never kissed anyone," I smirked dangerously, his eyes widened.
"Hey, that's a lie and you know it," he frowned at me.
"Who're they going to believe?" I smirked at him, "The guy who claims to have made out with me? Or the popular girl who says you're lying?" With that he got to his feet and glared at me as he stormed past me.
"I found an article about Amazonian tribesmen who took on the traits of the insects they'd been bitten by," Chloe was saying as we walked in, me with a smug grin in place as Pete glared at me, "but nothing as extreme as what you're talking about. Hi guys!"
"Hey Chloe," I smiled at her as Pete muttered something, "What do we got?"
"Greg didn't move to Smallville until after the meteor shower," Clark replied, "So he couldn't have been exposed to the blast." I frowned slightly.
"What about his bugs?" I asked as I hopped on to one of the clearer desks, Pete leant on it next to me as I smirked at him, "Pieces of the meteor are still buried all over Smallville, right? The whole habitat would have been infected. So when boy catches bugs, bugs bite boy you end up with... bug boy? Like Spiderman but you know, not spiders."
"You can't even walk out your door in the summer without being bitten by a mosquito," Pete countered, "Why don't we have a whole town of bug people?"
"Because you need a certain level of toxins to cause a mutation," Chloe agreed with me, "Those Amazonian tribesmen were attacked by swarms."
"Greg did keep tanks of bugs in his room," Clark nodded, "Maybe they got sick of the view and staged a revolt."
"Well, according to this, bugs have a very short life cycle," Chloe commented, "So if he really has gone Kafka, let's hope he isn't in the mating phase." I pulled a face as Pete sniggered at me making me elbow him in the side as he frowned at me.
"It doesn't look like anyone's home," Chloe commented as the three of them looked through a window at Greg's house later on.
"The place is a mess," Pete commented making me frown curiously.
"Greg's mom was a neat freak," I added in confusion. "She used to make us take our shoes off before going in. She freaked that time I forgot."
"Is that what broke up the friendship?" Chloe asked curiously.
"After 7th grade, Greg's parents got divorced," Clark replied, "he just stopped calling after that."
"Speak for yourself," I muttered making him look at me, I gave him a strained smile, "I hung out with him for a while afterwards, in that tree house his dad built us in the woods. Greg started getting weirder and he didn't like me spending so much time with the Jocks so I stopped hanging out with him."
"That tree house was awesome," Pete smirked.
"It was okay," Clark shrugged.
"Clark never liked it," I smirked slightly, "Used to get dizzy just walking over there."
"How come?" Chloe asked as they moved towards me, away from the window.
"He was afraid of heights," Pete informed her.
"I didn't believe it was structurally safe," he replied as I smirked at him.
"So, are we going in or not?" I asked making them look at me, "What?"
"The doors are locked," Chloe pointed out, I smirked and shrugged at her before I going over to the front where there was a shelter under the bathroom window, which was open.
"Gimme a boost," I called making them all swap looks, I turned, "Well?"
Clark moved towards me and crouched, giving me his knee and shoulder, I hopped on to his knee before stepping up to his shoulder, grabbing the shelter to pull myself up. "I'll be down in a sec," I told them before I slipped into the window, I sent a look at the bath and had to stop myself from puking before I headed down stairs to let them in. "You're not going to believe this."
They followed me up to the bathroom where Chloe took pictures of the skin in the shower, "Oh man, that's disgusting," Pete commented, "What is it?"
"It's skin," I replied, "He must be molting or something."
"You guys better come in here!" Clark called from Greg's bedroom making us all head towards him. The room was full of webs, but on his bed there were hundreds of pictures of Lana, as well as a video playing of her on the TV.
"Oh man, looks like you're not the only one in Smallville with the hots for Lana," Pete commented.
"I think Greg's found his mate," Chloe commented as I clenched my jaw angrily, "Clark, what do you see?"
"I'm not sure," he muttered as he moved across the room, I turned my head as he pulled a load of webs apart, letting Greg's mom fall to the floor... her face shrivelled.
"Lana," I gasped as I bolted from the room, I could hear them behind me so I ran at an almost human pace, just a bit faster than Chloe and Pete could.
"Lana?" I screamed as I ran into her stable, "Lana?"
"Greg's got her," Whitney's voice told me making me turn to see him on the floor, rubbing his head.
"What happened?" I asked him as Clark ran in.
"I'm not sure," he replied, "Greg threw me against the wall like it was nothing, then grabbed Lana. I've never seen somebody that strong before."
"Which way did he go?" Clark questioned.
"He headed off into the woods," he replied as I glanced behind me towards the woods, he was headed the tree house.
"I think I know where he's going," I muttered.
"Great, I'll drive," he told me.
"The old Creekside Foundry?" I told him making him nod, "Follow the dirt track about a hundred yards back. There's a tree house in the woods."
"How do you know he's there?" he asked me.
"Greg used to collect bugs there," I replied as we headed to the car.
"Look, Izzy, Clark... I want to a..." But we'd already started running, me a little way behind Clark since he was faster.
I got there just as Clark and Greg crashed through the side of the tree house, Clark landing on the floor as Greg leapt to run away over a chain link fence. I took off after him as Clark shrugged himself off, the place always made Clark sick so I had to get there first this time.
"Greg!" I called as I ran in, my gaze scanning around me... a mass collided with me sending me flying backwards a few feet before I hit the floor hard, Greg smirked down at me as he straddled me.
"Same old Izzy," he commented, "Running into trouble without the slightest thought." I struggled against him as he pinned my arms by my head, "You're not going to be able to slip out of this one." His lips crashed down on mine and everything around me went black.
I woke up on the sofa in the hay loft with a groan, pushing myself into a seating position as I looked around my room in confusion. "Izzy?" Clark's voice questioned making me turn to him. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded fuzzily, "What happened?"
He explained about fighting with Greg, and how the bug boy had been crushed under a load of construction equipment. Lana had been saved by Whitney, and Clark had given her the necklace back anonymously. "Just another day in Smallville then, huh?" I smirked at him.
"Yeah, I guess so," he laughed slightly, "You ready to head inside? I didn't take you in cause mom would have worried about you."
"Yeah," I nodded, felling a lot better thanks to my healing power thing.
I struggled to write this one :/
Sorry it took so long, I didn't really think it was good enough to carry on, but let me know please :D