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A/N: Back again YAY! six reviews! to be honest better than we thought we'd get LOL. So Idea was FC27 for the first part. Last part was mine. told you we share ;)

The explaination how Clark found Bruce will be explained later in the story...MUCH later in the story. As will the Why. Please be patient. Also Clark is 13 Bruce is 12. anywaaay. like always with all stories-enjoy!

Rite of Passage-3

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Bruce laughed out loud as he ran along the dirt path looking down below him to see Clark a few feet ahead of him. The last three months were amazing never had he thought he would be having this much fun.

Clark mirrored Bruce's movements jumping over fallen logs dodging low hanging banches. Clark was amazed how well the boy new this terrain as if he had it memorized by heart. To Clark it didn't matter how fast you were you still had to know your footing and know where you were going.

Together they seemed to be as one. Bruce had to admit PE had just become his knew favorite class. With a impish smile Bruce leapt from his path onto the kryptonians back startling the boy.

Clark half ran half stumbled. "Bruce...What are you doing?"

"Jump." Bruce said as they both ducked their heads.

"Are you serious? in this place?!" Clark exclaimed.

"My Dad and I used to hike here all the time. trust me." Bruce stated.

Clark had become accustom to Bruce's ideas and him hitching a ride on his back but he wasn't comfortable or confident in his ability.

"I don't.." Clark began.

"Clark the more you apply yourself the better you'll get." Bruce reassured.

Clark thought for a moment. then with a look of determination he held Bruce legs tighter around his torso.

"Ok hold on tight got it?" Clark ordered.

Bruce answer was to do just that. Clark pushed his foot against the earth then shot himself like a rocket through the air. They managed to stretch several feet before landing on the ground again the impact jolted Bruce hard against the aliens back before Clark launched himself again driving himself higher!

Bruce loved to see the horizon come into view the tree line a canvas of oranges, deep reds and browns before disappearing inside the forest once more. He felt like he was flying that Clark didn't exsist and he indeed had wings.

He smiled wide letting out a loud whoop then laughed as he was once more in the air. The cold air blowing against his face. Clark couldn't help but chuckle at the others enjoyment what he took for granted brought a new sense of life and freedom to Bruce and that made times like these worth it.

Then suddenly Clark felt something off...something he hadn't felt before. Bruce ignored what was said at the begining of the adventure as he thrust his hands up in the air. Clark vision lurched then became static and almost spastic.

Then it went black. Both boys let out a shocked yell losing all control of what they were doing. sending both boys tumbiling through the air to the ground below, as this was happening Clarks vision snapped back in time for him to land on his feet.

Startled his mind went to Bruce as he came crashing through the tree branches. Gritting his teeth Clark jumped up high catching his friend in his arms softening his landing.

"Bruce! Bruce! are you ok? Bruce!" he shook the billionaire's still body..."Oh Gosh I killed him!" he exclaimed to himself.

Bruce then cracked up laughing opening his eyes. "Clark..you should hear yourself. you sound like a girl out of those romance movies."

Clark glared at the other boy as he watched him sit up brushing the leaves off his coat. "Bruce that is not..."

His vision once more went on the fritz causing him to bring his hands up to his eyes letting out a groan. Bruce immediatly became concerned coming to Clarks aid.

"Clark! what's wrong? what's going on?"

"My...My eyes." he moaned out.

"What about them?" Bruce asked placing a comforting arm around his shoulder.

the episode faded away leaving Clark to blink staring at Bruce his blue eyes filled with worry. Clark gave a quick smile.

"It's..It's nothing. We should go it's getting late and my folks will be worried." Clark said masking his pain with a smile.

Bruce didn't buy it for a second but didn't debate with him. Clark took Bruce in his arms and in seconds were infront of the Wayne manor front door.

Bruce turned to Clark. "Are you sure..."

"I'll be ok Bruce. Promise." Clark interrupted.

Before Bruce could say another word Clark flashed out of sight.

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Johnathan Kent was working under his truck radio playing blaring a country tune when Clark arrived home. The farmer pulled himself out under to take a look.

"Clark, good you're home. I would like you to finish up stacking up the rest of the hay in the barn." he said as he went back wrestle with the task at hand.

"Ok...Dad." he managed out.

After a minutes had passed martha descended the back steps of the farm house. Smiling as she saw her husbands legs bent underneath the truck.

"Supper is ready. When she didn't get an answer she rolled her eyes kicking his foot.

"Hey!..hauling himself out he squinted, looking at his wife's coy smile... "What?"

"If you'd like a hot meal. I suggest you get yourself up from underneath this beast and get cleaned up." she said.

Jonathan let out a loud moan as he got to his feet. "Ugh! I swear I'm getting old."

Martha reached up on the tips of her toes. "That's because you are."

As the two of them walked back to the house Jonathan put a arm around her shoulder. she smiled up at him.

"Oh where's Clark. He'd better come in too." Martha remembered.

Jonathan paused. "He is not in the house?"

"No I thought he was out here with you?" Martha replied in confusion.

"He was. I told him to finish loading the hay, but it takes him no time at all." Jonathan stated as he parted from her.

Martha followed her husband into the froze as they caught sight of there son collasped on the ground.

"Clark!" Martha cried out.

Both of them rushed over to his side. Martha cradled him in her in her arm brushing the few strands of hair out of his eyes.

"Clark sweetheart. Clark honey." she coaxed as Jonathan looked him over.

Clark brows knitted together as a wave of pain came over him. His hand reached out gripping his mothers cotten sweater as if to try to get away from it.

Martha looked over at her husband in worry. Jonathan reached over gently placing a hand on Clark's shoulder.

"Clark son."

At the sound of his father's voice Clark cracked open his eyes to look at him. "...Dad?"

"Yeah we're right here kiddo. What's wrong?"

Clark eyes widened in fear as the image of his father lurched then became transparent to reveal a terrifying image.

he let out a whimper clsoing his eyes turning his head into his mother's lap. "I can't...I don't...know how."

Martha's heart broke as she felt her sons fear. she stroked his head softly. "Honey what can't you do?"

"Everything...I can see everything." came his weak reply.

Jonathan took his hand giving a comforting squeeze. "What do you mean by that Clark?"

When Clark gave his answer it made thier hearts leap in their throats.

"Your bones...I can see your bones."

A/N: (Falls on knees) THOUGHTS PLEASE!

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Kindred Spirit.