Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your reviews. You make me so happy when I see them.

For the person who wrote the second review for this story, as you have no return address for me to respond to your review, I must post my response here. The rest of you may skip this if you like. Thank you for what you said. I thoroughly enjoyed your comments and insight into Smallville, Superman, and the nature of fan-fictions. I have not said Chloe will replace Lois, I am sort of seeing how things go, but just because Chloe is here does not mean Lois does not exist. I miss their relationship, but there are actually some good stories for them lately. Try some of the author's I have saved as favorite's, a few of them are doing Chlark like there is no tomorrow. The Lana thing seemed like the only logical thing to do. She obviously cannot stay with Clark, and she needs a place. Also, I like the Chloe/Lana sister relationship in the show. It think people have a problem with it because usually if they like one girl with Clark, they make the other girl a villain, and then it makes no sense for them to be friends, but I love them both, and I loved their friendship. I miss it now. Chloe and Lois are great, but so were Lana and Chloe. Thank you again, and I hope to hear from you again.

For the rest of you, just so you know, if there is no return address on your review, this is how I will respond to it. If you take issue with the publicness of this method, please let me know.

I feel the need to warn that as Chloe is narrating as a fan of the show, certain aspects may be poked fun at, like last chapter with Lana's hair color. Please understand this is all in good fun, and I feel it fits Chloe's personality to notice these little things. I love Smallville and I have nothing but respect for the writers and how they have done things.

Please enjoy.

Chapter Two

I have been in this crazy Superman: The Early Years world for a couple of days now. Lana is very nice, as is her aunt. She spends much of her time reading, or going out with her friends, but in the little time I have spent with her, I have found her quite pleasant. It is very difficult to adjust to the fact that I am stuck in a fake world, but I have always been fascinated by the abnormal. When I was eight, I wrote my first article for a school paper. It was about The Loch Ness Monster, and my theories relating to its existence. Odd as it seems, it is not that hard for me to process that I am trapped in a fictional world. I am however, fascinated by how it might have happened and have been trying to find answers at every turn. Says a lot about me, doesn't it? Whenever I open a refrigerator here, I half expect to see my kitchen on the other side.

Everything will change tomorrow though, and by tomorrow, I mean today, as it is about three o'clock in the morning. Today I start Smallville high. Before I got involved in trying to figure out how I got here, or how I can get home, I had to establish an identity for myself. I hacked into some state records and falsified a birth certificate, medical history, school accomplishments, social security number, and anything else I thought I might need. It was surprisingly easy; I even frighten myself sometimes. I could rationalize things by saying that I was not technically lying, as everything I said about myself was true, my name, my birth date, the D I got in Spanish when I was eleven. I could have fixed that, but I thought it was better to do it this way. The only things I changed were some names, like New York had to become Metropolis, because there is no New York here, and my old teachers names needed to be exchanged for the names of teachers that existed here. Also, I decided to change my social security number, in case this is some really elaborate prank or something. I would not want to give whoever was behind all this the key to stealing my identity, so I made up a new one. I made sure nobody else has it, and now I am good to go. And in about four hours, I will be starting Smallville high. I should really get some sleep, but sleep does not seem to want to come right now.

I did finally get to sleep around five. Two hours. That's okay. I have functioned on less. As long as I have access to coffee, I am good to go. Lana shows me around a little, then goes over to talk to her friends. I check in at the front desk, and go about signing up for the school paper. It is called The Torch, do not ask me why. I have no clue. I am excited though, for two reasons. One, school paper, always reason for excitement, especially if I get more freedom than I did at my school in New York. Two, I have no doubt that a certain future superhero will be on his school paper. After all, he did not end up working at the Daily Planet by sitting home stargazing.

As I was heading toward the paper, who should I bump into but Clark Kent himself.

"Hey." He says, a concerned look on his face.

"Hey." I sputter. He really is attractive, and knowing what I know about him, is it any wonder I get swept up. Even the independent modern woman Lois Lane got week in the knees over him.

"How are you?"

I have to think for a minute for it to register. He is talking about the truck accident. Okay, Sullivan, be cool, I tell myself. Do not screw this up.

"How do girls you hit usually answer that question?" I asked, going for humor. I can tell by his shocked look that I was not successful in my attempt. "Relax, I'm kidding. Wow, if you freak out this easily, it's amazing you made it to fourteen." I say, trying to act cool, hoping I am not coming off as spazzy as I feel.

"Sorry, it's just, I've never screwed up quite like that before. I could have really hurt you."

God, there is so much compassion in his eyes, "You didn't and, for the record, if I had been paying attention to where I was going, none of that would have happened." He smiled gratefully. "You get down on yourself a lot, don't you?" I ask, partly out of concern, and partly out of curiosity.

"I was raised to be responsible for my actions. And my dad is the most moral guy you have ever met…let's just say, I have a lot to live up to."

"Well, I'm sure you will."

He smiled awkwardly, "You don't even know me."

"Not yet, but I'm sure I will. I just joined the school paper."

I noticed Clark tense a little, "So, you plan to interview irresponsible truck drivers for your first article?" he asked. He was making light, but I could tell he was a little jumpy.

"No, unless you think we should. You've been here longer, so you can take the reigns for a while." he looked at me confused, "Somebody told me you were on staff."

Clark burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, what?"

"You don't work on the school paper?"

"I'd rather be shot in the head than work on the school paper. Journalism is not my thing, and neither is being in the spotlight. Believe me, I am much happier living without a byline."

My mouth dropped open. I knew I was gaping at him, but I could not help it. Clark Kent had no interest in journalism. There was something seriously wrong here. I had to correct this as soon as possible. A legend depended on it.