Chapter 2: A Brother?

"Who do you think he is?"

"I don't know mom."

"Do you have a brother or something Smallville?"

Clark glanced over at Lois; the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Jor-el never hinted at him having siblings. The only immediate family Jor-el spoke of was himself and Clark's biological mother, Lara. A brother, or maybe a cousin could be out there. Clark always believed he was the last survivor of Krypton. Or the last 'son' if you will. But other Kryptonians have popped up before; all some how knew who Kal-el was, never family or friends.

Always enemies.

Clark took a small sip of his Orange Juice. He could have a little brother, it was possible and this person could be him. Or maybe the guy just had a very similar facial structure as him.

Clark sighed. "No Lois I don't think I have one."

"Lois honey, could you go up and check on him?"

"Oh sure thing Mrs Kent."

As Lois walked up the stairs, Martha stepped up to her son. She had seen the look on his face. The hope at the thought that he had someone like him, someone that wouldn't want to hurt him. She had also seen how his face fell when the realization hit, in reality that boy could be nothing more then that, simply a boy, with a normal life.

"Sweetheart?"

Clark looked down at his clasp hands on the kitchen bench. "Yeah mom?"

Martha placed her hand on Clark's broad shoulder. "Clark-"

"Mom it's fine" Clark got up from his stool "I'm just, you know, brooding over nothing."

Martha smiled at her son's comment. "Just you remember Clark Joseph Kent." Martha placed her hand under his chin, making their eyes lock. "You are never alone in this world. You have me, Lois, Chloe and even Shelby."

Clark smiled as he pulled his mother into a hug. "I know, thanks mom I needed to hear that…again."

"Well sometimes you're too hard on yourself." Martha replied slapping his arm playfully.

"You've spent more time with Lois haven't you?" Clark asked suspiciously.

"How-"

"She said the exact something to me today."

Martha just smiled a knowing smile, Call it mothers intuition, but she knew she would be doing that a lot more from now on.

"And do you know how much fat is in a Burger King burger? I mean, they're supposedly the kings of the burger right, therefore they should think about their customers fat intake. Hey, do you think that makes Ronald McDonald the queen of fast food? Wendy may become a little jealous if this ever happened."

I've been awake for ten minutes, but I haven't opened my eyes yet. I heard someone walk in the room I'm in and sit down next to the bed I was on. After a few moments of silence, she starts talking about nothing in particular, just random things. I'm finding it interesting, I haven't heard of half of these things before in my life. She's talked about where I am, Who's been looking after me, She's talked about American Idol, Japanese anime and now fast food fictional characters. It's been quiet humorous actually.

I open my eyes slowly; she's still talking, her arms moving in the air for emphasis on her words.

"You talk a lot."

She stops mid sentence; her arms still in the air. She looks down at me with surprise written across her face.

"Hi there." She says

"Hello" I start laughing quietly at her.

"What?"

"You can put your arm down now miss."

She looks at her arm then back at me. "Yeah I know, I um, I'm exercising see." She starts moving her arm up and down like a bird I had seen in the field. This makes me laugh even more.

She smiles at my laugher "And none of this 'miss' stuff either" She brings her right hand in front of her. "I'm Lois"

I shake her hand. "Hello"

I sit up in the bed, looking around the room. I recognize stars and astronomy books and posters littered around the room.

"So, are you thirsty?"

"No"

"Hungry?"

"No"

"How, um, how are you feeling?"

"Fine"

She rolls her eyes "Please tell me you know who you are?"

I look at her as if she were mad. "Of course I do."

She sighs in relief. "Oh thank god, for a moment there I thought history was repeating itself."

"Huh?"

"Nothing, So what's your name kid?"

"001CK"

"…Ok." She scrunches her eyebrows in confusion, I wonder why. "I'm just gonna go get Clark ok?"

"Who?"

"The guy who saved you"

"Ok then." She gets up, walking to the door. "Lois?"

She turns back "Yeah?"

"Thankyou, for making me laugh, I haven't laughed in a long time."

Her face becomes unreadable.

"Your welcome, kid"

Once Lois leaves the room I flop back down onto the bed, looking up at the glowing dots on the roof. My eyes start to drop, the last thing I think of is- Who's Ronald McDonald?

"I'm sorry Lois, come again?"

"I said Smallville, he says his name's 001CK or 123ABC or some kind of code like that."

"Are you sure?" Clark questioned

"Yes I am, you know unless you want to wake up the poor kid and-"

"No, no I believe you."

Lois huffed as she leaned back up against the rear of Clark's chair. It was only the two of them, three if you count their guest, in the house. Martha had been called away for some unknown reason she didn't want to divulge to either of them.

Lois glanced over her shoulder at Clark "So what do you think it means?"

"I don't know, but something's definitely up. I mean we found him passed out in the middle of a field."

"And he looks like your mini me." Lois added, "I'm going to called around, see if I can find anything on the kid."

Clark looked up at her "Contacts? You have contacts? Since when did this happen?"

Lois smirked while punching numbers into her phone "Since the Inquisitor happened Smallville."

Martha sat on pure leather seats, her hands going over the sleekness of the material. She didn't want to be here right now, she wanted to be at home making sure that young man was all right. But he had said it was important, she laughed, hollowed on the inside. It was always important with him.

Martha looked to her left, to the other occupant the limo.

"I apologise for the lateness of the call Martha, but I have news that you may be interested in."

"Lionel I would really like to get home so…"

"Of course." He pulled out a black folder. "I found this at the mansion, it seems my son is losing his grasp on information about things."

Martha scanned the files. "What is this?"

"I originally thought it was Clark but he seems much younger then him, around 14 maybe 16. Do you know who he is Martha?"

She looked down at the photo of the young man, the same one that Clark and Lois had found, his face so much like her son's.

"I have no Idea. Now I have to leave, thank you for brining this information to my attention Lionel."

"My pleasure, I can take-"

"No I have a car Lionel, good night."

"Good night Martha."

As Lionel watched her drive away he pulled out his phone, putting the phone to his ear he waited for three tones before the receiver on the other end picked up.

"Are we good?"

"Yes Lex."

"Thank you dad."

His phone went dead.

A/N Just forgot to say Nothing is mine and I mean nothing