Welcome to Book 2 of the Meteor Freaks and Supernatural Things series. After discussing it with mrsfizzle, I made the decision to change the rating for the first story to T, so it should be easier to find. If you would rather just start with that one anyway, that's okay.

In Book 1, I changed the date of the meteor shower so that it happened 2 years earlier, that way the Smallville characters will be 2 years older than they were in the show (except for Whitney Fordman - he's still a Senior, but now he's only 1 year older than Lana). The ages of the characters from Supernatural will be the same as they were in the show (Dean is 23 and Sam is almost 19 in this story), but this change was intentional, so don't worry if dates and ages of characters seem incorrect (unless it's a Supernatural character).

I also borrowed ideas for this story from a couple unpopular episodes in Season 1 of Smallville, but I made some interesting changes that I hope everyone will enjoy. If you like this, then feel free to leave a review or follow the story. Bobby Singer appears in Part 2, so if you stick around long enough, you'll get to see him. This story is quite long.

Part 1

Demons

Chapter 1

Wake Up and Smell the Sulfur

It was about three months after Clark helped Sam and Dean remove the ghost that was haunting the Luthor mansion, so now all the leaves were out on the trees and flowers were in full bloom. Though he had only heard from Sam a couple of times since then (Sam called him once after the hostage situation at Luthor Corp, and again after he defeated Eric Summers on the dam, to make sure he was okay), he had not participated in any more of their monster hunting adventures. Regardless, his life and the lives of his friends and family remained interesting, and he was having a discussion with Pete about some of the things that happened, as they walked up to the main entrance of the school with their backpacks slung over their shoulders.

"So, how's Ryan been doing?" Pete asked. "Does he like it in Edge City?"

"He's doing great!" Clark said with a smile. "He already made a couple friends at his new school, and his aunt loves having him around."

Pete chuckled. "Hopefully she isn't like Lana's aunt. I swear, from the way Whitney talks about her, it sounds like she keeps trying to run her life."

"She's probably just a little overprotective," Clark argued. "I'm sure she means well. Besides, Nell partnered with Lex to get around the legal stuff when Lana opened the Talon, so she can't be that bad."

Pete thought about it and shook his head. "You're probably right… At least Ryan's doing good. Did ya hear that Mister Summers is retiring early?"

Clark gave him a surprised look. "No. Did something happen to Eric?"

Pete shrugged. "Not sure. All I know is, he's leaving at the end of the school year."

"I hope Eric's okay," Clark said, before changing his focus to someone else he knew, who had been negatively affected by the meteor rocks. "Anyway, Lex told me Earl's finally getting treatment for his seizures. Apparently, Lionel's paying for the expenses."

Pete sighed and stopped Clark with his hand, as soon as he saw Chloe sitting on the edge of the short wall just outside of the main entrance to the school, with all the flowery bushes behind it. Then he looked up at him. "Clark, man, I know you're worried about Earl, but that dude held us hostage and almost blew up half the county. You'll have to forgive me for not giving a crap about a guy that pointed a gun at Mister Sullivan's head."

Clark sighed and nodded. "He was just desperate Pete, but I get it. He had no right to put innocent people in danger."

Dropping the subject, the guys kept moving. As they approached the front doors of the school, they discovered that Chloe was hanging out with Sasha Woodman, who had a honeybee crawling around on the palm of her hand.

As soon as Pete saw the bee, he recoiled in fear. "Oh, man…"

Chloe was mesmerized by what she was seeing, but when she heard Pete's voice, she looked up and smiled at her friends. "Hey, guys! Sasha was just showing me one of her pets."

Still terrified, Pete nodded. "I can see that, Chloe…"

Sasha looked up at Pete and tried to reassure him. "It's okay, Pete. Bees won't hurt you, as long as they don't feel threatened."

"I know that," Pete said. "But I'm still gonna keep my distance."

Clark found the whole thing just as fascinating as Chloe. "How do you keep the bee so calm?"

"By staying calm, myself," Sasha explained. "If I'm calm, then the bee is too."

Clark put a hand on Pete's shoulder. "That's pretty cool. Anyway, we should go inside. Are you coming, Chloe?"

Chloe glanced at the bee on Sasha's hand one more time and said farewell to her, before catching up with her friends and following them inside. As they went through the halls to get to their lockers, the three of them discussed the strange thing they witnessed out there.

"So, what's your theory, Chloe?" Pete asked, when Sasha was out of ear shot.

Still quite intrigued by the whole thing, Chloe had a smile on her face as she remembered the details of Sasha's accident a year earlier. "My theory is that the Africanized bees that attacked her were infected by meteor fragments. The attack happened near Shuster's Gorge, the deepest crater in town."

A look of disgust came over Pete's face. "Wasn't she stung like… A thousand times?"

Chloe nodded and her smile faded. "Yeah. It was a miracle that she recovered at all."

Pete shuddered. "Man… If I get stung by one bee, I'll swell up like a grapefruit. I can't imagine being stung by a thousand."

While his friends were discussing the event, Clark remembered how horrible he and his parents felt for the Woodman family when it happened, so he threw in his own two cents. "It had to have been traumatic. It's amazing how calm she is when she's around them now."

"She probably releases some sort of pheromone that helps the bees trust her," Chloe guessed. "If the trust between them is mutual, then the bees probably calm her down as well."

"That makes sense," Clark agreed. "But I'm not entirely sure this is meteor related. There was only one bee on her hand, Chloe."

"Maybe you're right," Chloe said with a sigh. "I guess I'm just hoping to meet a meteor-infected person that isn't a psycho. Kyle Tippet can't be the only one, can he?"

Clark wasn't sure how to respond, but as soon as they arrived at Pete's locker, his friend slapped him on the arm, before going his own way. "Anyway, I'll see you around, man."

Then Clark and Chloe made a pit stop at the Torch office, before doing their own thing as well.

When Sasha got off the bus that evening, she was holding a report card in her hands and dreaded having to show it to her mother. Outside of the subjects that interested her, she had C's and D's for grades, and she knew her mother was going to be pissed. As if that wasn't bad enough, her name was on the ballot for the student presidential election, but she hadn't put any effort into actually running for the position, so no one seemed to know about it (with the exception of the bee-obsessed acquaintances that nominated her).

Mrs. Woodman looked almost identical to her daughter; she had the same black hair, brown eyes, glasses, and facial features. She looked like an older version of Sasha, for all intents and purposes, but personality wise, they were polar opposites and they often clashed with each other, leading to heated arguments and occasional outbursts of anger.

Like clockwork, as soon as Sasha's mom saw the paper in her daughter's hand, she started asking questions, and she sounded irritated right off the bat. "How was school?"

"It was okay," Sasha said.

Then her mother put her hands on her hips. "Did you put up any posters yet?"

"No," was Sasha's answer.

Mrs. Woodman shook her head disapprovingly. "And what's that thing in your hand?"

Sasha handed her the report card and immediately tried to explain herself. "Mom, I-"

Her mom's expression went from being annoyed to absolutely disgusted in less than a second. "Sasha… How are you ever going to get into a good college, if you won't even put in the effort?!"

Sasha looked down at her feet. "I don't know…"

Mrs. Woodman shook the paper at her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Sasha looked up with tears in her eyes as her mother continued ranting. "If you don't put in the effort to get into college, you'll turn into an alcoholic drop-out like your father! Do you want that to happen?!"

Sasha's voice quivered when she answered, "No…"

Then her mother calmed down a little and put the paper aside. "You know I just want what's best for you, don't you, Sasha? I want you to be successful, so you don't have to live in a crappy house like this your whole life."

Sasha took off her glasses and wiped away the tears that had started running down her cheeks. "Why can't I just have a simple life? All I want to do is take care of bees… I can sell honey and help the environment. I don't even need training, since I can already control them anyway."

Then Sasha's mother became angry again. "Stop it with that mind control nonsense! That kind of talk will get you sent to the nut house!"

At last, it was Sasha's turn to get angry, so she put her glasses back on and pointed at her mother. "If anything is gonna send me running to the nut house, it's you!"

Mrs. Woodman's jaw dropped. "Well, if you really feel that way, then maybe I'll just have to send you to Belle Reeve in Metropolis! I can call them right now, if you want!"

Sasha stormed out of the house and her mother called after her, but she tuned her out as she headed down the driveway and wandered off along the shoulder of the road. The Woodmans lived near the edge of town, so the houses on their street were fairly spaced apart, with a row of trees separating each property. As she passed one of her neighbors' houses, a couple of honeybees from their front lawn sensed that Sasha was in distress and took up defensive positions around her. When she came to the next house, a few more bees came to protect her and before she knew it, a dozen of them had formed a protective bubble around her. When she found herself at the nearest intersection, she took off the backpack she was carrying and threw it down on the grass near the stop sign. Then she held out her hand and one of the bees landed on her palm.

Sasha smiled at the bee and sniffled. "At least you guys still love me."

The bee buzzed its wings, as if to confirm that what she said was true, but then dark clouds coming in from the west released a bolt of lightning in the distance, and the bee flew up in the air, rejoining the protective bubble. Sasha looked up at the clouds and saw more lightning flashes before she heard the rumble of thunder. Realizing that she needed to get out of the open, she made the decision to head back, but then she saw something else in the sky. Coming towards her from that same direction, there was a long, thin, and dark cloud swirling around in the air like a snake in water.

Sasha squinted at the strange, serpentine cloud and adjusted her glasses to get a better look. "What is that?"

Then she smelled rotten eggs and immediately identified it as the aroma of sulfur. Seeing that it was coming straight for her, she let out a terrified yell and took off running back to her mother's house, and the bees followed. When she made it back home, she went around to the back and hid in the old, run-down barn near the edge of the Woodmans' property. Once Sasha and the bees were inside, she bolted the door shut and curled up in a corner next to an old tool bench. Since her companions had no idea what they were supposed to be defending her from, they flew around aimlessly and settled down in various places throughout the structure.

Sasha frantically glanced around, expecting the cloud to show itself any minute, but when it didn't, she breathed a sigh of relief. "I think it's gone. What was that thing guys?"

She remained in her hiding spot for a couple more minutes, but when nothing else happened, she got up and took a deep breath. Thinking that it was just a feature of the approaching storm, she headed for the door, but as she was about to leave the barn, she remembered that her backpack was still on the ground by the stop sign. She felt a chill go down her spine that made her shiver, since she knew she had to go back for it, and then she cautiously unlocked the door and stepped outside.

Sasha looked around again, but when she still didn't see the strange cloud, she breathed a sigh of relief again and tried to reassure herself. "Maybe it was just a weird cloud. There's nothing to be afraid of, Sasha… Except the lightning."

She waited for the bees to follow her out and shut the door behind her. Then she glanced up at the house and took a deep breath again, before hurrying down the side of the road to retrieve the backpack. On her second trip there, Sasha was more worried about the actual clouds and the distant lightning that flashed out of them, so she didn't waste any time getting there. When she retrieved the backpack, rain drops were just starting to come down, so she hurried back to the safety of her mother's house before the storm got any closer.

When Sasha returned to the property for the third time, the bees went back to their nests, and she headed inside. She found her mom watching a soap opera on TV in their living room, but they ignored each other as Sasha went up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she quietly shut the door and went over to her cluttered desk.

"Well, that was weird," she said, before taking a seat in her chair and unzipping the backpack.

Sasha pulled out a couple textbooks and a folder filled with homework assignments. Since the ones she had to worry about that evening came from the classes she struggled with the most, she sighed in frustration and forced herself to get into it. She opened one of the books and took some papers from the folder, ready to get down to business.

For the first half hour or so, things went surprisingly well. The assignments weren't as difficult as she expected, and the storm outside passed by without causing any problems, but then she heard a noise coming from a vent grating on the wall next to her bed.

Sasha furrowed her brow and glanced back. "What the heck?"

Hearing what sounded like wind blowing through the vent, she adjusted her glasses and went over to it, but then she smelled sulfur again and backed away in horror when black smoke flew out from the grating. She opened her mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream, allowing the smoke to fly inside and silence her voice.

When Mrs. Woodman burst into Sasha's room, she found her daughter staring at the grating in the wall, with her back to the doorway. "Sasha, what has gotten into you?!"

Then Sasha turned and a creepy smile formed on her face. "Nothing. I'm fine."

Mrs. Woodman angrily stamped her feet as she went back out into the hall. "You really are going crazy, child of mine!"

After Mrs. Woodman returned to her soap opera, Sasha went over to the mirror above her dresser. Her creepy smile became a grin and her eyes turned black. "This… Should be interesting."

Then her eyes returned to normal, and she headed back to her desk, where she crammed everything back into the backpack without caring about the consequences of leaving the assignments unfinished.

The following morning, Dr. Stephen Hamilton went to the Luthor mansion to discuss his latest project with Lex, who looked up at him from behind his desk as he entered the library.

"Lex, I've made a breakthrough!" Stephen announced.

Lex smirked and got up from behind his computer. "Are you talking about the flower you raised from the dead?"

Stephen became confused. "How do you know about it? I haven't even brought it up yet."

Lex smiled. "Rumor has it, you hired one of my employees to install some equipment for you. Of course, he was mainly there to keep an eye on you, so he told me everything."

Annoyed, Stephen gritted his teeth. "This isn't just any flower. It's called the Nicodemus. It went extinct over a hundred years ago and I used meteor fragments to irradiate the dormant seeds, until I got one of them to germinate."

Then Lex's smile faded. "I hired you to study the effects of meteors on this town. That is your focus. Why are you wasting time bringing flowers back from the dead?"

"This is just the first step in understanding what the meteor fragments can do," Stephen explained. "Ever since the meteor shower, the plant life in Lowell County has been growing at an exponential rate, especially around the largest craters. Before then, there was nothing but farmland, but now, we have forests."

Lex went back over to his desk and picked up a folder, which he then handed to Stephen. "But I want to know the effects they have on people, not plants. I suspect that the meteor fragments found in Smallville are responsible for Earl Jenkins' condition. He's currently receiving experimental treatments at Summerholt as we speak."

Stephen opened the folder and discovered that it contained several documents from the Lowell County Health Department, which described in great detail, the rise in cases of cancer and auto-immune disorders that came from Smallville and adjacent areas. "You know Lex, it could be the meteors that have played a role in all this, but there's also a possibility that Luthor Corp is responsible as well. I'm sure you're aware that most people blame your company for these events."

"I'm well aware of that," Lex replied. "But the reason I hired you, is to determine if it really is Luthor Corp that's to blame, or if it's the meteors. After seeing what they've done to Earl, I'm betting it's the latter."

Stephen held up his index finger and set the folder down on the desk. "But! Your father has been conducting experiments on Level Three since long before you came to manage the plant. If he's been experimenting with meteor fragments down there, then he could be responsible for the rise in cancer that we see today."

Lex sighed and shook his head. "So, what do you suggest?"

"The flower currently growing in my lab is the first of its kind to open its petals in over a century," Stephen explained. "It was known to release toxins that, while dangerous, could have medicinal properties that we aren't aware of. It could be the solution we're looking for."

"You have my approval to continue researching this flower then, Doctor," Lex said. "Let me know what you find out."

Then Stephen left the library and Lex went over to the bar to pour himself a glass of scotch. He took a sip of his drink and smiled as he returned to his desk. Since he had no reason to expect any more unwanted interruptions, he got back to work behind his computer. He had big plans for Cadmus Labs, and the work being done in Dr. Hamilton's barn was just the tip of the iceberg.

While Stephen and Lex were discussing the Nicodemus flower, Chloe was hard at work for the Torch, printing off the bios of the nominees for the Student Council Presidential Election.

She looked up from the printer with a smile when Clark and Pete entered the room. "Hey, guys!"

"What are you working on?" Clark asked.

Chloe held up the sheets she printed off and explained what they were. "Tell me what you think!"

Clark took them from her and looked through them. "Very nice! Any idea who you're going to endorse?"

"Probably Paul," was Chloe's answer. "He seems to be the most qualified and he takes the position very seriously."

Pete looked at the papers in Clark's hands and smiled when he saw Felice Chandler's bio. "Elections aren't about merit, Chloe, they're about popularity. Felice is head cheerleader and president of the drama club. She's also really hot, so I think she's got it made."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but her name rhymes with a French word for luggage…"

The comment made Clark chuckle, but he said nothing. Pete just sighed and shook his head. "Okay… Glad to see you're not reaching for reasons to hate her."

Clark chuckled again and handed the bios to Pete. "I think I agree with Chloe. Paul's the most passionate about our education, but the other two candidates are only in it for themselves."

Pete handed the bios back to Chloe and put a hand on Clark's shoulder. "Maybe you should run. The election hasn't even started yet, so it's probably not too late to be nominated."

Clark gave him an annoyed look and backed away from him. "Pete, no. Absolutely not!"

"Come on, Clark!" Pete begged. "You're straight forward, people like you, and you've got that whole farm boy charm."

Clark shook his head. "Please tell me you haven't already made posters without telling me…"

Pete frowned. "I might've made a couple posters…"

Now looking a little scared, Clark asked, "What have you done?"

"Nothing yet, I swear," Pete answered. "I swear to God I wasn't gonna put em up until I could convince you to run first."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. I'm not really leadership material anyway, so I wouldn't be a good choice. I better get to class before I'm late."

Then Clark hurried out of the room and Chloe gave Pete a funny look. "Did you put up posters, Pete?"

Pete nodded and gave her a deer in the headlights expression. "Yeah… I guess I better take them down before Clark sees them."

Chloe smirked at him. "Have fun with that."

Then Pete hurried out of the room, so he could undo the damage he caused in the halls of their school.

Luckily for Pete, Clark never noticed the posters, because he headed for Mr. Summer's classroom, where he found him grading papers on various geology assignments and putting them in his gradebook. He had planned on speaking with the teacher the day before, but Mr. Summers was gone then, so now he finally had the opportunity to figure out what was going on.

Clark knocked on the door and poked his head inside. "Mister Summers, you got a minute?"

Mr. Summers glanced up at Clark and motioned for him to enter. "Clark? Come on in."

Clark stepped into the room and shut the door behind him as he approached the teacher's desk. "I heard you were retiring early. I wanted to make sure you're okay."

Mr. Summers looked down at his desk and frowned while he scratched his forehead. "No, not really. Something happened to Eric at Belle Reeve."

Now feeling worried, Clark took a seat behind one of the desks near the front of the classroom and set the textbook and folder he'd been carrying around on top of it. "It sounds serious. Is he okay?"

Mr. Summers glanced up at Clark and shook his head. "His specialists tell me he had a stroke and now he's in a coma. They aren't sure if he'll ever wake up again."

Clark started wringing his hands on the desktop and looked down at them. "I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do."

Mr. Summers picked up his pen so he could return to grading papers, but found that he couldn't focus on them, so he paused. "Clark, you were the closest thing to a friend Eric ever had. Even after he hurt you, you still tried to help him. I'm afraid you've done everything you could."

Clark looked up at Mr. Summers again. "Do they know what caused the stroke?"

Mr. Summers set his pen back down on the desk and sighed loudly. "They say that whatever caused him to get so strong overnight, was too much for his body to handle. After losing those… powers, his health went drastically downhill. The stroke was the final straw."

Clark looked back down at his hands again and clenched his jaw. "What's gonna happen, ya know, if he doesn't wake up?"

Mr. Summers said, "Right now, my wife's hoping for a miracle, but if he doesn't wake up in a couple weeks, we'll have to let him go."

Glancing up at the teacher one more time, Clark said, "I know you and Eric didn't get along, but this has still gotta be hard on you."

For the first time ever, in all the time Clark knew him, Mr. Summers's strict teacher facade broke down and his eyes glistened. "You have no idea. I always tried to push Eric, to get him ready for the real world, but it made everything worse. Everything that's happened to him is my fault and I'm just getting what I deserve."

Suddenly, other students started pouring into the geology classroom and Clark got up, so he could get out of their way. He picked up his things and went over to the teacher's desk to continue the conversation.

"Mister Summers, I'm gonna get a card for Eric," Clark said, as he prepared to head out. "Do you think you could take it to him?"

Mr. Summers took a small index card out of a drawer on his desk and wrote a note on it with his signature underneath. Then he held it out to Clark. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it if he wakes up. Take this."

Clark took the index card and looked down at it. On it, he saw a note excusing him for being late, and then he smiled at Mr. Summers. "Thanks. I'll see you in class later."

As soon as Clark left the room, he headed towards his first class of the day, with his book and folders in hand. By now, the halls were mostly cleared out, but to his surprise, he saw that some of the ceiling lights were flickering. When he rounded a corner, he ran into Sasha Woodman and the two of them nearly collided.

"Whoa, Sasha!" Clark said with a grin. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."

Sasha grinned back at him, but something about the way she did it seemed out of character. "Congratulations on being nominated for class president."

Clark's grin disappeared and he gave her his deer in the headlights look. "I'm not running…" Then he paused, shook his head, and chuckled. "Thanks a lot, Pete…"

Sasha kept smiling creepily and said, "I see… I'm on the ballot myself, but there's already enough competition to deal with as it is, without you getting in the way."

"I never knew you were into school politics," Clark said, surprised. "I don't even recall seeing your name on the ballot either…"

Sasha's smile vanished and she scowled at him. "I'm destined for much greater things than that, Clark! This is just the first step on my journey!"

Clark took a step back, now feeling concerned. "Sasha, are you feeling okay? You seem… different."

Then her creepy smile returned. "I've never felt better. All I want to do is become the Queen Bee. I've always been a natural born leader and now it's my time to shine!"

Clark smiled, attempting to hide his confusion. "That's great! For what it's worth, I hope you win."

Sasha thanked him as she passed by and headed off down the hallway. He turned and watched her stroll through the corridor, wondering what had caused her to become a completely different person overnight, but he decided to ignore it for the time being and get to class.