AN: sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I'll try to get the next one out sooner. Just a heads up in this chapter Clark has a vision involving several people and they all have dialogue. All lines in italics belong to people in the vision. All lines that aren't in italics belong to Clark. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2 The glimpse.

Clark rubbed his eyes as he roused from a very restful sleep. The first one that he could remember for a long time. As he got out of bed he stretched and walked over to his window to take a look outside. It was a bright beautiful morning and for the first time in a long time Clark wasn't feeling lonely. There was a since of peace about him that he didn't think he would ever feel again. Suddenly his stomach began to rumble. He turned and walked out of his room and down the hall to the stair case, as he walked down the last few steps he suddenly felt a jolt of pain in his head. He grabbed the railing for support, closed his eyes and winced. When he opened them something about the house was different, all the colors around him seemed somewhat faded and an ominous sound like a low hum rang in his ear.

Suddenly Martha walked from the living room into the kitchen and began working on a meal of some sort. Clark shook his head and walked over to the kitchen island. "Morning mom." He got no response from her. "Earth to mom, what's going on?" He asked confused, still no answer. "Hello! Mom can you hear me?"

After a moment of silence the door swings open and Jonathan walks in wiping his dirty hands with a rag. "Well I think that tractors had just about all that it can take sweetie." He walks over to Martha and plants a kiss on her cheek. "We're going to have to go pick out a new one." Martha looks at him with a frown on her face.

"I thought you said we don't have the money for that though."

"We don't sweetheart, but we don't really have a choice now do we? I've tried everything I can possibly think of to keep that thing running but it just won't budge."

"Well I guess we'll have to scrape something up then. Don't know how but we'll find away." Martha replied with a forced smile.

"Replace the tractor? We did that a couple years ago." Clark thought to himself. "The one out there's been running great ever since. Why does dad want to replace it?" Clark scratched his head. "Dad what are you talking about? The tractors running fine, I just looked at it yes-." Before Clark could finish speaking another voice interrupted him. It was his own.

"Let me take one more look at it dad. I'll head out there after I'm finished with this essay."

Clark turned around to see himself sitting at the kitchen table. He spent a few seconds looking back and forth between himself and the other Clark. "What?" He looked down at his hands and noticed that they had become transparent like a ghost, the rest of his body soon followed. "What is happening?" He walked over to his parents. "Mom, dad!" He tried to get their attention but they took no notice. "Mom! Dad!" Clark began to yell. "Can't you see me? Or hear me? Why won't you answer me?" He tried to put his hand on Martha's shoulder but as he did his hand passed right through her, like she wasn't there at all. His eyes widened as he examined his hand intently, again neither of them took any notice of his presence and continued their conversation.

Martha turned around and looked at the other Clark at the table. "Oh don't be silly Clark, you know we have a guest coming for dinner."

"Mom you know how fast I am, I can have that thing fixed and get a shower in plenty of time."

"Don't worry about it son." Jonathan intervened. "Today's work is already done. The tractor can wait till tomorrow."

"Alright suit yourself." Clarks doppelgänger chuckled as he buried his head back into his books.

Martha began setting the table.

"Wait, I remember this." Clark thought to himself. "I remember this night now, but this happened years ago." Clark looked around at the ominous faces of his parents and his doppelgänger. "Is this some kind of dream? Or vision?" Puzzled he walked into the living room and went over to the couch. No sooner had he sat down than a knock came at the door. Martha walked over to answer it.

" If this is the same night I'm thinking of then that's got to be-."

"Well hey there!" Martha exclaimed happily. "Glad you could make it."

Clark turned his head to the kitchen and his eyes lit up at a familiar sight.

"Hello Kents." Lana exclaimed as she entered the kitchen. She chatted with Martha for a moment before looking over to the table. "Clark, hard at work as always I see."

The doppelgänger looked up and shut his book. "Hey Lana, just trying to get some homework done before we eat."

"What ya working on?" Lana asked. She began to walk over to the table but as she did for a second she glanced into the living room, straight at the couch. A small smile crept across her face.

Clark looked back at her with a longing face. Their eyes had met, or at least he thought they had. Had she noticed him? Could she tell that he was there? If so then how? Apparently nobody else could. Clark stood up and walked into the kitchen. He watched as Lana sat down beside his counterpart and looked over the essay with him, she studied it intently and began speaking, but Clark couldn't understand what she was saying. The humming in his head seemed to get louder and louder with each step he took towards her. He stopped and stepped back to the other side of the kitchen.

"Can you hear me?" He softly asked staring at her from across the room. "Can you see me?" As if on cue Lana looked up from the papers in front of her and locked eyes with him again. "You know I'm here, don't you?" She said nothing and looked down at the papers again. "Lana." He called but she ignored him. He walked back towards the table. Another sharp pain shot through clarks head and a white flash briefly blinded him. As his vision recovered he noticed that everybody was moving very fast. It was like someone had hit the fast forward button. Everybody sat down and ate their dinner at lightning speed. Within a minute it was over and as Martha and Jonathan collected the dishes time slowed down and returned to normal.

"We'll take care of the dishes, you two go enjoy yourselves." Martha ordered.

The doppelgänger pushed his chair back and stood up. "I know it's late but I wanna take a look at that tractor."

"Knock yourself out son, but take this with you." Jonathan tossed the dirty work rag at Clark. "You'll need it." He chuckled.

"O.K dad thanks." He looked down at Lana. "You wanna keep me company?" He asked

A large smile stretched across Lana's face. "I'd like that." She replied, they pushed their chairs in and headed towards the door. The doppelgänger was first and walked right past Clark like he wasn't even there. Lana followed but when she reached where Clark was standing she stepped very close to him. As she passed her hand brushed against clark's and to his surprise he could feel it. He quickly tightened his grip and held on tight. Lana stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. "Lana." He pleaded, "it's me, I'm here." She looked up into his eyes and smiled. But she still backed away towards the door. "Lana don't go please!" She didn't reply.

Clark tried to hold on but for some strange reason he couldn't. Their hands parted and Lana opened the door and walked out. As the door shut another flash blinded Clark.

(vision over)

When he came to he found himself lying on the kitchen floor, he looked around, "All of the colors were back to normal and the humming in his ears had stopped. "Everything seems fine now." He thought as he pushed himself up off the floor. "What was that? It was like I was living a memory but somehow Lana noticed that I was there, or at least I think she did. How could that happen if it was a memory?" Clark rubbed his temples. "I'm really getting tired of all these vision and dreams, it's all so cryptic, what does it all mean?" He scratched his head and looked around, he noticed a piece of paper on the counter with his name on it, he picked it up and unfolded it. It was a note from his mom.

"Clark, your dad and I will be gone for the day. We've got some errands to take care of. We would've told you before we left but you looked so peaceful we thought it best to let you sleep. Try to enjoy your day sweetie, you deserve it. We'll see you this evening. Mom."

Martha was right. This was the first time in a year that Clark had felt truly at peace. Despite this what he'd just gone through had drained all of his energy. He felt weak and decided it would be best to go back to bed. As he slowly climbed the stares he thought about his vision and looked down at the hand she had touched. He could still feel the touch of her skin against his. That brought him a feeling of hope, even if it wasn't real.