New chapter time for the few readers for this.

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Updated: 12/19/2013

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Clark swiped a leather jacket off of a chair in a local diner and slipped it on as he left; hurrying from the diner, he shoved his hands in the pockets of the jacket, wandering around the town, trying to figure out what to do.

It had been a week since he had left Smallville, and he was still continuing to hide out; no one had found him yet, and he planned on keeping it that way.

Striding down the street, he stopped as a sign burned to life.

'The Local Dive' it was called, and he could easily hear the noises coming from inside; the scrape of drinks being mixed, the music that pulsed through the walls, the chatter of voices mixing together. Building up his courage, he moved into the building.

No one looked twice as the young man entered; it was moments like these that made Clark grateful for his older appearance. He eyed the place; it was dark, filled with misty lights strewn around to create 'atmosphere'; there were people milling about, some dancing, some chatting, and some just drinking. He moved to an empty table, watching the people around him.

He didn't notice the older woman make her ways towards him, or the light glow that emitted from her bracelet until it was too late; it felt as though a weight was pressing down on him, making him gasp and slouch in his seat. Turning his head as much as he could, he saw her sit down, the pain he was feeling growing. He eyed her in distaste as she shook her head at him.

She was older than him, much older, with graying hair and light wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, a few loose hairs framing her face. Her eyes observed him for a moment before she gripped his upper arm.

"Come come," she muttered, yanking him up and out of the bar; no one watched them as they went. Once they were in the street Clark slumped against a wall, his stare full of hate at the woman, who looked like she wanted to scold him. "Home!" she muttered, pointing in the general direction of Smallville. "You go." Clark shook his head and she rolled her eyes, quickly pulling a small box from her pocket and dropping her bracelet in it. As the lid snapped closed, Clark instantly felt his strength return.

"Who…are you?" he asked, still catching his breath. She shook her head and prodded his arm.

"You go!" she cried, pointing again. He shook his head and went to leave. She opened the box and he slouched against the wall again. "Listen!"

"Fine!" she smiled and nodded as she closed the lid again.

"Good." He stared at her as she eyed him. "You go home."

"No. I can't."

"Pff," she said, waving her hand and jabbing him in the chest with a bony finger. "Family. Lex. Chloe. Pete. Lana. Whitney. Go!"

"Who are you?!" he cried, shocked that she knew those names. She shook her head and jabbed his chest again.

"You go now."

"Not until you answer my question."

"Smallville home," she said, patting her chest this time. His eyes widened as he realized what she meant.

"You're from Smallville?" she nodded and patted his shoulder.

"Meteor shower. Changed everything. Me. You. Connected."

"What?" She poked his forehead and shook her head.

"See you."

"You…see me?"

"See you. Past. Present. Future."

"How?"

"Meteor shower." He nodded at her words and she sighed. "Kent's good. You go back."

"I can't."

"You super. You can."

"But I'm-"

"Doesn't matter," she said, cutting him off. "You good," she said, patting his chest. "You do good. You go back."

"I just… I'm not sure what to do when I go back."

"I take. You come," she said, gripping his arm. "Okay?"

"I guess. But wait. I want to talk some more." She let go of his arm and watched him. "You said 'past, present, and future.' Can you…" She nodded with a sad smile.

"Yes."

"How?" She shrugged and shook her head.

"One day normal. Meteor shower next. Then you."

"I changed your life?" She smiled sadly and nodded, patting his head.

"It okay. I watch you. You safe."

"Tell me my future." She shook her head and frowned.

"Present."

"Okay then, my present."

"Lex good. For now. Future… who knows."

"You know."

"Future changes." He nodded and she gripped his hand. "Present. You home."

"I go home." She nodded and moved away. "You'll come with me?" She nodded and looped her arm through his.

"We go home." They stopped walking and she eyed him. "Leather look good," she said, chuckling. He laughed too as they made their way to her car.

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Clark watched as the skittish woman drove him home; they made remarkable time and were soon pulling up in front of the Kent farm. He gulped and she patted his knee.

"Me talk. It okay." He nodded, having already gotten used to her choppy way of speaking. Together, the two of them made their way to the door. He walked in to a loud shriek from his mom.

"Clark Jonathon Kent! Where have you been?" he just shrugged as his mom wrapped him in a hug. She pulled away as she recognized the timid woman who had walked in behind her son. "Sylvia," she said, moving towards her. "What are you doing here?"

"Found him. Brought home." Martha looked at her for a moment before scrunching up her eyes in confusion.

"How…?"

"Meteor shower. Connected. All okay."

"Well, thank you. Do you need to stay here tonight? Or are you going home?"

"Smallville home. Keep eye on him," she said, tilting her head at Clark. "Goodnight Kent's." They watched her amble out to her car and drive off. Martha turned to her husband, who was hugging his son while he scolded him.

"You are grounded mister. I have half a mind to have you never leave this house again. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I just… I couldn't handle it. The whole thing with Lex, and Pete… I just… freaked and ran. Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry."

"At least you came back," his mom said, patting his arm.

"I wouldn't have if it wasn't for her. She talked some sense into me, in her own way."

"Well thank God. Now you go get some sleep. Tomorrow you can tell everyone you're back." Clark nodded and moved to go to his room, but his dad stopped him.

"Pete told me what he said to you," he said softly as they moved away from Martha. "He also told me he regretted saying it to you the minute the words left his mouth. Chloe's been trying to talk some sense into him so you two can hopefully mend things." Clark nodded and his dad patted his shoulder. "Night son."

"Night dad."

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Well, wasn't that fun? Good old crazy woman, always helpful.

Now let's see what's gonna happen.

This story will prolly end soon… who knows, it could go on forever (prolly not though). Thanks for reading!

-JustMe133