My classes started back up, so my updating will be kinda scarce (unless I can find the free time (and avoid doing my homework for as long as possible))

Yay new chapter! This one is gonna be a doozy, so get to reading!

Updated: 08/31/2013

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Clark was sitting in the loft well until midnight before his mom found him.

"Clark, what are you doing up here so late? You should be in bed, you have school tomorrow." When she got no response, she began to get worried. "Is something wrong?" she asked, sitting next to him.

"Mom… What if… What if I wanted… to tell someone about… my abilities?" he asked quietly, not staring at her.

"Well… if you trust them, and really care for them… then I don't see why not…" she said slowly as his head snapped up to look at her.

"Really?! But dad-"

"I can handle your father," she said, settling a hand on his clasped ones. "I can see that you really want to do this; then I say, go for it. But you have to be sure you're ready for the consequences."

"Consequences…"

"Like… if you and this person stop caring for each other, things could go bad; or, they decide to sell your story to a paper? I want you to make sure you're ready for this. And if you really feel like you are… then go for it. I'll deal with your father and make sure he understands how much this means to you." Clark nodded and gave her his famous Kent smile.

"Thanks mom," he said, hugging her. She ruffled his hair and stood up.

"Now, let's get you to bed." Clark nodded and followed her out of the barn, his mind racing.

He hoped he didn't regret the decision he was inevitably going to make.

…

The next morning, Clark was exhausted as he got down the stairs and to the kitchen.

"Where's mom?" he mumbled out to his dad, who was watching him with hawk eyes.

"I asked her to wait for a bit, so I could talk to you, father to son." That woke Clark up. He turned and met his father's eyes. "Now son-"

"Dad, save the lecture, please." Jonathon Kent closed his mouth and eyed his son, who took a deep breath. "I want to do this. If it blows up in my face… well, I can disappear faster than anyone can't I?" He looked at his son and shook his head.

"Clark, we should really-"

"I've got to get to school dad. We'll talk later. I promise." His dad nodded and Clark gave him a reassuring smile; he hoped he didn't regret that later.

…

School passed in a blur for Clark that day; his mind was somewhere else entirely.

But, when that last bell rang, Clark walked out of his classroom, mind empty.

He knew what he wanted to do. But how to do it…

Then, he spotted a familiar bob of blonde hair in the midst of students at their lockers. Hurrying towards her, he spun her around.

"Chloe, can I bum a ride?" She cocked her head to the side, eyes scrutinizing. "Please."

"Fine. Where?" Now he raised his eyebrows at her, and she sighed. "Okay. Let's go."

…

Clark sighed as Chloe pulled up in front of the looming mansion that seemed to dominate the town.

"Thanks Chloe," Clark said, leaning over and hugging her. In surprise, she didn't hug back.

"What's going on Clark? You look… freaked."

"I just… have something to discuss with Lex," Clark said, sounding braver than he felt.

"Okay… you sure everything is okay?"

"Yeah. I've gotta get going. Thanks for the ride Chloe."

"No problem… Bye!" she called after him as he darted almost too fast from the car. She watched him walk towards the gate and speak into a little box before being allowed in before driving off. Clark watched her go before dashing up the long walkway.

He knew he had to do this.

…

"Clark, I can honestly say I am surprised to see you. I didn't think you'd want to ever see me again after last night." Clark didn't say anything as he dropped his backpack on the couch and swung around to look at Lex. "What did I do to earn the pleasure of your company today?"

"Lex… we're friends, right?"

"I'd like to think so, yes."

"Friends don't do background searches on each other," Clark pointed out, his eyes drifting towards a folder that had his name written on it.

"No, I suppose they don't…" Lex said slowly, his eyes drifting to Clark. "Why are you here Clark?"

"What did you mean last night? When you said… you could help me forget about Lana?" Lex eyed Clark and stood up from behind his desk.

"Clark, I believe you know what I meant. But that doesn't matter right now. Why are you here?" Clark shook his head and Lex sighed. "Clark. Please. We can't move forward when we're stuck in one place." Clark took a deep breath, letting his shoulders sag as it was released. He had come here for a reason, and Lex knew that.

"Lex… I don't know where to begin," he said, leaning against the pool table and closing his eyes. Lex came to stand next to him, also leaning against it.

"Tell me how I could hit you at 60 miles per hour and knock you off a bridge, yet you didn't get a scratch on you. And about how you pulled my car to pieces." Clark's eyes were still closed, but his mouth had pulled into a tight, grim line. "Clark-"

"My dad's practically trained me to not say anything. And I know he's right, it could only blow up in our faces, but…" Clark's voice trailed off as he shook his head. "It feels right, that you should know… But no one knows; at least, none of my friends do."

"Am I just a friend Clark?" Clark, his eyes still closed, shrugged.

"Can't move forward when we're stuck," he said, quoting what Lex said earlier. Lex chuckled and looked at Clark, who had a smile playing on the edge of his lips. "Will we still be friends?"

"Clark, I don't care what's wrong with you, I just want to know." Now Clark opened his eyes and grimaced.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Better than most people." Clark nodded and seemed to make up his mind.

"Back up."

"What?"

"Away from the table," Clark said, moving himself. Lex quirked an eyebrow but followed Clark and stood away from the pool table. Clark seemed to be whispering something under his breath before grabbing the table.

"Clark don't hurt yourself."

"Don't make me laugh," Clark chuckled, a smile finally on his face. With no effort, he lifted the table above his head, holding it up with one finger. Lex felt his jaw drop as Clark looked at him.

"What are you?" Clark looked at him as a weight lifted from his shoulders; Lex wasn't looking at him like he was a freak.

He looked at him in a way that made Clark feel special; super, even.

"I'm an alien."

…

Talk about a cliffhanger huh?

How will Lex respond? Has Clark made a mistake?

Guess we'll find out in the next chapter!

See you then!

-JustMe133