Thanks to the readers for the great words of encouragement! I'm really glad that you enjoyed the last chapter. I tried my best (:

Just to address some things

As flattering as you guys are, believe it or not this is my first and only story!

Yes, I will try to update more

Well back to the story…just a heads up, this chapter will be a conclusion to 'Smallville' and 'Fear'…I kind of left those two chapters unfinished.

*Disclaimer: I do not own JL only the teens in this fanfic

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Chapter Thirty-two: A New Day

Just before she could finish dialing, the doorbell rings.

Jonathan and Martha gaze at each other, cautious about who could be ringing their doorbell at this hour of the night. The doorbell rings once again, making it clear that their visitor wasn't planning on leaving.

Grabbing the baseball bat from the closet, Jonathan Kent cautiously makes his way to the door.

"Alright, alright hold your horses pal…"

Just after he opens the door he drops the bat, unable to collect himself from what he saw…

A tall, dark silhouette stood on his front steps, shoulders hunched forward, and a hood concealing the mysterious figure's face. Judging from the outline of the muscular physique, Jonathan Kent judged that his visitor was male and from his stance he could tell that the mysterious guest wouldn't last long on his feet. Jonathan peered closely into the dark shadows of the hood, trying to make out a face.

A bolt of lightning sets the sky ablaze with light, revealing a youthful and familiar face…

"Valen!"

The young man took a step forward and suddenly fell into his grandfather's arms. "Martha! Martha come here quickly!" Jonathan cried in panic. Martha rushed towards the front door, realizing that it was her grandson who was passed out in her husband's arms. "Oh poor baby," she whispered in shock as she became conscious of how soaked Valen's clothes were. She placed a hand over his forehead and pulled back in fear, apprehending how hot he felt.

"He's running a fever," she informed her husband. "Help me take him over to the couch.

With the last of his consciousness, Valen strained to hear his grandmother's voice.

"Everything will be okay baby boy…" she cooed.

Then suddenly everything faded into darkness…

Valen's P.O.V

The dark haze was beginning to lift…

I could slowly begin to feel the limbs of my body without the sharp, numbing pain from the cold, pounding rain. The throbbing in my head was no longer a pulsating drum rattling my brain. My senses were clearer, bringing me back to observing my surroundings.

The air was warm, tinted with a comforting scent of cinnamon. Behind closed eyes, I could tell that the lighting was low since it didn't trigger my migraine. I slowly sit up on what seems to be a couch. The springs slowly creaked under my weight as I sat in an upright position. I open my eyes to see a brick fireplace across from me. I gradually turn my head, taking in the environment around me. From the looks of it, I'm not in any danger. From what I can see, the room is benign and I'm in no mortal danger. In fact, it almost reminds me of my grandparents' cottage…

'Wait a minute…'

A small, wooden picture frame catches my attention on the table next to me. It's a picture of an apple farm in the countryside. An elderly couple was sitting on the edge of a haystack with a little boy in between them.

I felt my eyes widen in shock, practically bulging out of my eye sockets.

'Those people are my grandparents…that little boy is me…'

My head turns around rapidly despite my sensitive migraine. My hands automatically clutch my head as I wince from the sharp pain that shot up from my neck to my brain. I collapse to the floor, breathing in slowly to endure it. As the pain subsided, I carefully get back up on my feet and gingerly turn my head to observe the room.

I haven't been here in years, but the room definitely looked familiar. Mammy and Gramps must've remodeled since I've last been here. Standing in the cottage that brought so much joy to me as a child sent a wave of nostalgia over me – the scent of Mammy's homemade apple pie mixed with the soft incense of cinnamon, the excitement I felt whenever I rode on Mammy's mare, the sight of the fields stretched out before me. Visiting Gramps and Mammy's farm always made me happy as a kid.

"Oh good…you're awake," a warm, matured voice bellowed from behind.

I turned around to see the familiar and friendly face of my grandfather. "Gramps!"

"Hey Kiddo," he said as he pulled me into a close embrace. "Wow! You're so big now! You're no longer that little rug rat I chased around the farm. You look so much like your father now…"

"Thanks…" I said half-heartedly. I wasn't in the mood to be compared to my father at the moment. "Where's Mammy?"

"She's upstairs. She's calling you're parents," he replied. "You scared us half to death when you came here. Don't get me wrong Kiddo, it's not like we're unhappy to see you, it's just that you don't see many people around these parts so late at night. And you're clothes were soaked too! How the heck did you get out here?"

"Well, Gramps…that's kind of a story," I truthfully answered while rubbing my hand against the back of my head. "Actually, it's a long story…"

"Well I'm in the mood for a story. Haven't seen you in years, so we might as well catch up…"

"Valen Connor Kent!"

"Uh-oh…you're in big trouble now Kiddo," Gramps said with a smirk on his face.

"Valen Connor Kent," Mammy repeated as she made her way down the stairs. "What in the world were you thinking coming all the way out here at this hour! Why, if the phone lines weren't down I would've called your parents and you would've been in a world of trouble!"

"Hi Mammy, I missed you too," I said jokingly, despite knowing that now was not the time to tease her.

"Don't you sass me young man," she said as she swatted my arm. "Just seeing those horrible scenes of your high school on television was enough to spike up my blood pressure. And then seeing you at this hour of the night, passed out in your grandfather's arms was almost enough to kill me!"

"I'm sorry Mammy," I said sincerely. The last thing I wanted to do was worry my Mammy.

The scowl on her face softened as she held her hand against my forehead. "You're temperature seems to have gone down." She slid her hand down my face and let it rest on my cheek. She takes a few minutes to study my face with her gentle gaze and suddenly a twinkle comes into her eyes.

"You look very much like your face at this age, except handsomer…" she added lovingly. Her brows crease a bit and her smile turns upside-down as she suddenly remembers how unusual my visit was. "I'm happy to see you baby, but why are you here?" she asks softly.

"It's a long story," I repeated. "The truth is that I didn't mean to come here. It just kind of happened spontaneously. But since I am here, I need to ask you two some questions…about Dad."

A look of knowing passes between my grandparents. "What do you need to know Kiddo?"

"Everything…"

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Rex's P.O.V

I tucked my head and rested it on my knees, allowing myself to fall asleep. The last thing I remembered thinking before I slipped into a dreamless sleep was that I missed my mom…

She was always the person I turned to whenever I needed someone to talk with. I felt like I could talk to her about anything. She wasn't just my mother…she was my best friend. She would always listen to me and offer her word of advice, even if I didn't ask for it or didn't want to hear it. I have always held so much respect for her…

I rest my head against the cool cement and take in a deep breath. Despite everything that's happened, I still respect her. She may have kept the biggest secret of my life from me but knowing her she did it for my own good. I'm sure she and my dad would've told me if they thought it was for my own good. With this realization I close my eyes for a few minutes and allow what anger I had to wash away…

What felt like minutes were actually hours. Before I knew it the sun was rising over the horizon, its rays waking me up with a gentle touch. I slowly get up and walk to the edge of the clock tower.

'Such a beautiful day…'

There was not one dark cloud in the sky. The storm was over…

It brought me back to something my mom used to tell me after every storm when I was little.

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"Once the storm clouds have passed, that's how you know the worst is over," Mommy said as she held me close to her.

I buried my face into her arms, afraid I hearing the thunder clap loudly over our apartment. "But what if it comes back?"

She held me closer. "Don't tell me my little soldier is afraid of thunder," she teases.

"I'm not afraid!" I stubbornly answer. "I just want to be able to watch T.V. without worrying about the power going out!"

Mommy chuckles at my response and tenderly strokes my face with her fingertips. "There will always be storms in life, my darling. But that doesn't mean you should live your life in fear. Be patient and persevere through it. The storm will pass…and when the sun comes out you will be able to embrace a new day."

"I'm not scared!" I huffed. "I'm brave!"

"I know you are love. That's why you're going to be able to make it through every storm," she softly says as she kisses my forehead. "Always embrace the new day my love. It offers so much…especially the opportunity to make yourself a stronger, better person…"

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I gaze out into the city of Keystone and realize that it's a new day. I jump off the clock tower and begin soaring into the sky, the sensation of flight sending chills through me. I look below me and see hundreds of people bustling off in different directions, continuing to live their lives.

'If they're still living their lives, why should I stop mine? It's a new day…time to embrace it. Time to become a stronger, better person…'

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I think this is the longest chapter in a while! Well I hope you enjoyed it. Please review! (: