"Peter! Peter! Are you in here?"
Clark walked into the barn looking for Peter. It was almost noon on November 1st. Peter had fallen asleep on the couch in the loft the night before.
"Yeah, yeah I'm up here. Must have fell asleep here last night."
Clark had now walked up the steps and was standing a few feet away from Peter.
"I almost thought you had been kidnapped again. I would have started looking for you sooner, but I've been on the phone with my mom for the last half hour. She's coming home to visit. And apparently she's bringing along some sort of 'outfit' she made for me. I'm not sure if I should be happy or terrified."
Peter laughed.
"I can't wait to see it. Sorry I didn't sleep in my room last night. I was just up here to…think and I must have dozed off."
"And apparently you came up here to draw, too. I didn't know you were an artist."
Clark picked up the piece of paper off of the table in front of the couch. Peter quickly snatched it back.
"Actually I'm not. It's really bad. You don't want to see it." I can't freak Clark out yet. Not until I know more about what's gonna happen.
"Hey, I'm no artist either. I promise I won't laugh. Just let me see it."
"Clark, please-"
In their struggle, Peter tripped over a baseball that was lying on the floor and broke through the wooden railing. Clark was terrified. He was sure the next sound he would hear would be the sound of Peter's neck breaking. What if something happened that he couldn't heal from? When Clark finally opened his eyes, he was momentarily shocked to see Peter floating in the air.
"Did you forget I could fly?'
"I guess I did."
"You should have seen the look on your face."
"Shut up. I thought I had killed you. So how do you do it? Flying, I mean?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Because I'm supposed to be able to do it."
"Really? Everything you can do isn't enough already?"
Peter noticed Clark was serious about this so he followed suit.
"I guess the key to the way that I first really started flying was having this sense of weightlessness."
"Weightlessness?'
"In more ways than one. You have to will your body to become as light as air. You also have to block out everything. No matter what problems you have or what you're going through, in that moment, nothing else matters, but the flight. I don't know how it works for aliens, but that's the way it's always worked for me."
"Okay. I'm going to give it a try."
Clark began to concentrate. He focused on the molecules of his body becoming lighter than air. He let go of the doubt he had always had in his ability to control his flight. The only thing on his mind was moving, lifting himself up off the ground. He reached this moment of tranquility, and once he did, he found himself floating towards where Peter was.
"You're doing it, Clark."
"This feels fantastic. I'm doing it. I'm-"
Clark lost control and hit the ground hard.
"Failing. Utterly failing. Again."
Peter slowly landed on the ground next to Clark.
"I wouldn't consider that a failure. You were doing it. You just have to learn to concentrate better. Come on. Your first controlled flight calls for a celebration."
Peter started walking into the house. Before Clark caught up, he noticed Peter's drawing was lying on the ground a few feet away from him. He quickly grabbed it, folded it, and put it in his pocket.
Chloe Sullivan was seconds away from walking into the Daily Planet building. She was a little perturbed that she was walking in alone.
Why didn't Peter answer his phone? Yes, he could teleport and be at work in two seconds, but it would have been nice to have some alone time this morning and discuss…things. I mean, are we a couple now? Are we supposed to be friends with benefits? Chloe Sullivan is no loose girl. I hope things work out. Having him by my side would be nice when I try to talk to Lex today. I have to figure out what he's up to.
By this time Chloe was inside and had pushed the button for the elevator when her arm was pulled by a man with brown hair and glasses.
"Excuse me, Miss, but are you a reporter here?"
"Yes. Are you new here or…"
"I don't work here. I need to talk to someone. I need help exposing Lex Luthor."
It took everything Chloe had not to jump for joy.
"If you want to expose Lex Luthor, you've come to the right intrepid reporter. I've been working on a story about supposed illegal cloning experiments he's been conducting."
"They're not just rumor. They're very real. He's close to finishing his first one. You've got to help me stop him."
"I will, but first I'm gonna need some proof. And a name wouldn't hurt."
"My name? My name's Gabriel Gray. I can show you the secret room in the lab where his scientist has been working."
"Won't the doors to get in have special locks or something?"
"I'll know how to get in. Knowing how things work is a specialty of mine."
"Okay then. Let me call my friends. They'll want to help expose this, too."
Chloe dialed Peter's number.
"Hello? Hey, Chloe. You have a big lead on your story? That's great. I'll be there in a second."
"What's up with Chloe?"
"Apparently she just met someone who can get her into the lab and wants me there in case something goes wrong. She said you could come along, too."
Clark took one last bite of the pizza he was eating and then he and Peter teleported to the alley beside the Planet to meet Chloe and this mysterious source. When they got there, Peter was shocked to see he already knew who this 'source' of Chloe's was.
"Sylar!"