A/N Just wanted to say there's an email address in this chapter that I just made up off the top of my head, I'm sure you'll find it, Anyway if this is someone's I appologize and I will take it down if it is. If it's no one's, well Yay! I'll you get reading then.

Chapter 3- I'd like you to meet Calvin, no Cane, no Cameron, wait. I'd like you to Meet Conner.

I never knew life outside those white walls was like this. I'm sitting down on a chair in the Kent's dinning room. My nostrils flare, breathing in the beautiful aroma of the roast in front of me. Chicken, potatoes, peas, carrots and to top it all off gravy. I take up the fork on my left, my mouth watering by the sheer sight overflowing in front of my blue green eyes. I stab for everything and anything all at once, until there's no more room on the fork. I pause preparing myself, not noticing three pairs of eyes on me.

The food on my fork gets shoved into my mouth. I close my eyes; the taste buds in my mouth are on fire with pleasure. I swear I have never tasted anything so good in my entire life. I allow my eyelids to flutter open. Clark, Lois and Mrs Kent are grinning down at my actions. I swallow deeply and I quickly stab at my plate once more reliving this amazing cycle.

"Well I'm glad you like it," chuckled Mrs Kent.

Lois smirked at the comment, while Clark handed me a glass of water, his lips curled up into a smile.

"Thank you." I try to say through the mush in my mouth, unfortunately it ended up sounding like "Fank ooooo."

The four of us turn our heads towards the sound of a phone ringing.

"I'll go see who that is." Mrs. Kent says

As she disappears from my line of sight, Clark sits down opposite me.

"Not many people can resist my mom's cooking."

He pauses, I can tell he wants to ask me questions. Not that I mind, I wish to give him the answers he seeks. He seems like a good person with a good heart; he's like me. Or maybe I'm like him…

Lois stood back with her arms crossed, watching the two males have a conversation with just their eyes. She rolled her own at their non-verbals. Ever since she had met the Kent family she had gotten used to their conversations that didn't actually include talking.

As she continued watching she noticed that when Clark would turn his head slightly thinking, the 'kid' as Lois had affectionately dubbed him, would unconsciously do the same action just on the opposite side. But she concluded that the kid had a bit more 'oomph' to his movements. They were like Clark's, but at the same time not like his. She shook her head, thinking those thoughts just may kill a few million brain cells she really wanted to keep.

Martha walked back into the room. "Lois it's for you."

"Huh? Oh thanks Mrs. Kent." Lois took the phone from the red heads out stretched hand. She stood a little away from the group to take the call.

I look away form Clark's piercing gaze, to Lois' back. I like her; she's taught me a few things since waking up yesterday. Something called 'Pop culture 101' or something like that. I go back to eating a little more civilised this time. Suddenly I start to hear Lois' voice like she's standing right next to me. Strange, her voice gets louder and then softer. So I can only catch pieces of the conversation.

'So you found something? Are you…. I…Because this…. No we…Fine all right thanks for…what? Yeah, yeah catch ya Todd."

My hearing fades out. I shake my head in confusion, I didn't even want to listen in, yet I still did.

"Hey, you ok?" Clark asked.

I glance over at him, then back to Lois. "Yeah I'm, uh, I'm fine."

I notice the small looks that Clark and his mother give one another, maybe I shouldn't tell them about this hearing thing…

Lex Sat in front of his desk typing away on his laptop. He read over the document again before sending it out.

Project 001CK AKA Project 13

Gender: M

Hair Colour: Jet-Black, with a tinge of red at times

Eye Colour: green/blue

Assisted Age: 15

True Age: 3

Subject has been showing a tendency of good judgement and has developed it's own personality. Some how it has developed a likeness more to the blood sample donor then the original cell/bone marrow donor.

Lex had a swing of brandy, his eye narrowing at that sentence. He had hated writing it.

The serum that has recently been injected into the project has currently strengthened its muscles and bone structure 150 . All is ready for part 4 of the project.

The rest is up to you.

Lex smiled with satisfaction, it was not the longest report he'd ever written, but it was good enough. He placed the curser over the send button. Send:

Lex smirked at General Lane's home e-mail address. The General trusted him enough to give it to him. What a fool.

"Mr Luthor."

Lex glanced up at the sound of the voice. One of his bodyguards stood in the open door.

"What? I'm busy" Lex snapped.

The guard straightened his backbone. Must be one of the new boys Lex thought to himself.

"Sir, Lana Lang has just arrived from New York."

Lex sighed "Send her in." The guard turned and left. Lex closed his laptop; there would be another time for this. He picked up his empty brandy glass and walked over to where the bottle was. He sighed again; she was back so soon. He had hoped that the latest shopping spree would have her over in New York for about two weeks, not three days. He swore to himself, one of these days he was going to smother a pillow over her face while she slept.

"So you're name's 001CK?"

Clark and Martha were sitting in the home's lounge room. Lois was currently in the kitchen making herself some coffee.

"That's what I've been called all my life."

"Well, we can't go around saying that's your name now can we?" Martha lightly patted his knee.

001CK shrugged his shoulders "I don't know."

Clark, who had been quiet for awhile, swept his hand through his hair.

"This is crazy! You look just like I did at fourteen. How-how is that possible?"

"I don't know, ok." 001CK looked down at his hands "Listen all I know is…The man who 'created' me, he told me-" He shook his head and took a deep breath. "He told me things, terrible things." He laughed "Then he turns around and tells me he's proud of me, he even said he loved me once. His son." His laugh became hollow; he looked up and stared into the wall behind Clark and Martha. "He's a sick man."

"Well we can't choose who our fathers are kid." Lois walked in, sipping at her steaming coffee. "I mean look what I had for one. What happened…Oh yeah, it was at a school sports carnival a month after my mom died, I'd just come first in a race and the General comes up to me and says 'I was proud of you today son.' And he walked off to direct some people in the toilet line." She sat on the edge of the couch "Sure he didn't do it on purpose, I mean he tried to apologise for it afterwards, but you know." She shrugged "It kinda sucks to hear that when you're a six year old."

"You're kidding! Your father did that?!" Clark exclaimed

"No I am not kidding and yes he did that." She sipped at her coffee once more.

Clark shook his head

"If I had a little girl I'd never do that to her."

Lois looked over at Clark "Of course you wouldn't Smallville, I mean, you are a boy scout after all. It's in your blood not to say something like that. Besides I think your wife might deck ya if you did." She turn back to 001CK "Now about this name of your's. Why don't we call you something that starts with C, because of your code or whatever that is. Let me think, what about Calvin, no Cane, no Cameron, wait." She looked right into his eyes "No you look more like a Clark, but since that's taken."

Clark rolled his eyes.

"You look like a Conner."

001CK put up his hands. "Wait I'm sorry I don't understand, what's wrong with my name?" 001CK had a slightly confused and hurt expression on his face.

"Well you see dear…" Martha tried to start but she couldn't really explain. Clark stepped in to help her.

"Mom maybe Conner-" He turned towards him, seeing if it was all right to use the name. Once the younger man slowly nodded his approval Clark continued "And I could have a little man to man talk."

As Clark and Conner moved to the door Lois pulled Clark over towards a corner "I need to talk to you."

Conner looked back noticing Clark wasn't following him outside. "You go on ahead into the barn, I'll be there in a second."

Conner frowned a bit but still turned to continue walking. "Ok"

"So what did you find?"

"Nothing"

Clark did a double take "Huh?"

"Yeah that was my reaction too. There is nothing about a 'Project 001CK' or anything like that."

Martha, who had been quietly observing their conversation, got up from the couch and headed up the stairs.

"Well what now?" Clark asked

Lois poked Clark in the chest "You can ask him a few 'man to man' questions and I" she pointed to her self "Am going to bring out the big guns."

Clark coked an eyebrow "How big are you talking here Lois?"

"I'm calling the General, see if he can't find anything."

"Oh boy."

"I don't think that's necessary kids."

Lois and Clark both turned to the sound of Martha's voice. She walked down the steps, clutching the black folder Lionel had passed on to her.