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Episode 1: Pilot Part 2

"All in all not bad for a first day." I said as the Pete, Chloe and I walked down the hallway. The final bell had just rung and we were off to our after school activities. Cross-Country meeting for me, Football for Pete, and Journalism room for Chloe.

The cross country coach was speaking as I approached the room. My hearing picked up on it easily. "Due to some discrepancies in the league last year, we will be requiring a blood test for each athlete on our team."

My heart froze in my chest before sinking. There was no way I could give a blood sample. Far too risky. As if I couldn't feel any worse, I realized what this meant…cheerleading. *shudder*

I made my way towards the field where the cheerleaders were having their tryouts. I'd already changed into my red soffes and black tank top after school. My sneakers completed the cheer ready look. Ugh. I was going to be sick again. Speaking of which…

Whitney was addressing the other victims, I mean volunteers that came to tryouts. "Alright, I'm sure you know our squad is not a squad for losers. So, if anyone of you is not one hundred percent confident you will make the squad, leave now."

Her eyes glared at me while I took my seat in the grass. I smiled sheepishly. "Miss Kent. Thank you for volunteering to go first."

Excuse me? I just got here! What was I supposed to do? I frowned as I stood. "Um, what exactly am I doing first?"

She smirked at me. "Tardiness will definitely hurt you one day. You will be required to demonstrate three basic jumps and prove a basic knowledge of tumbling." I shrugged. I'd been to enough games to know the jumps they did. I was also pretty flexible, so the basic tumbling shouldn't be a problem.

I walked to the front of the group. Whitney I noticed wasn't wearing the necklace Luke gave her with the creepy green stone. Jewelry isn't allowed for practices. I showed them my jumps, having to remind myself to not jump too high. I also did a round off and a couple of other stuff. Scattered applause greeted me as I finished and bowed dramatically.

Whitney was frowning. "Next."

After watching everyone try out we were finally allowed to go home. Pete was still at football and Chloe had left earlier. It was about 4, so I had a good time before we lost daylight. I decided to walk home. (Actual walking, not speeding through fields.)

I was near the old Loeb bridge when I decided to walk across. I had heard that the recent storm messed with the water level in Elbow river and quite honestly, I had nothing to do at home. I was gonna take my sweet time walking.

As I was leaning over the bridge and wondering just who in their right mind named the landmarks of Smallville, a truck came rolling around the bend. The metal coils bounced around in the bed of the truck and I just knew one of them was going to fall out. I'd have to clear the road on my way home.

Minutes later the sound of screeching breaks caught my attention. It seemed like everything around me was happening in slow motion as I turned around. A silver Porsche had swerved to avoid something in the road and was spinning out of control I had definitely never seen anything that flashy in Smallville before. I'd remember a fine machine like that… and then I realized.

That fine machine was heading straight for me. The driver had no control of the car at the moment. I felt the metal push against my body, causing me and the car to be launched off Loeb bridge and into Elbow river.

I panicked for a split second before diving deeper into the water. The car roof was already parted from the body from when it hit me. I braced myself before pulling the gap farther apart. I undid the seat belt and pulled the driver from the car. I hope I wasn't wrong about there just being one passenger inside.

I dragged him to the shore. Adrenaline was still pumping through my body as I wracked my brain for the proper CPR procedure. I pressed on his chest, careful not to crush his ribs. That would kind of defeat the point, wouldn't it? He was still unconscious. "Come on!" I said urgently. "Don't die on me!"

Finally he started coughing up the water. His eyes opened. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Just stay still for a minute. I don't know if anything's broken."

"How…?" He blinked up at me. I tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear. "I jumped in the river and pulled you out of the car. The roof was already pretty mangled from hitting the bridge. I gave you CPR, but I don't know if you sustained any damage when I pulled you out. You might have bruises, sorry."

He smiled weakly. "Hey, could be worse. I could have woken up to a guy standing over me instead of a pretty girl."

I rolled my eyes. "At least your sense of humor's working."

He frowned. "I could have sworn I hit you."

I laughed to cover up my nervousness. "Well not to be rude, but I'm glad you're wrong. It isn't humanly possible for me to survive that."

He nodded. "I guess you're right."

"Stay here. My cellphone's in my book bag up on the bridge. I'll be right back."

"I really think I'm fine." He said, trying to sit up.

I pushed him back down forcefully. "Don't even try it. I just dragged your butt out of that river and you aren't going to do anybody any good by hurting yourself more. Stay put."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes Ma'am."

I rolled my eyes. I had to walk up the hill at a brisk run due to the fact that I didn't want whoever this guy was to see my powers. I grabbed my book bag and fished out my cell. I dialed 911 and started the trek back down the hill. By the time I made it back down I'd hung up. The stubborn guy I saved was also sitting up against a rock. He smirked. "Told you I was fine."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. You want to dislocate a vertebrae then be my guest. But you don't have to catch hypothermia while you do it. Take off your shirt."

"Excuse me?" He questioned.

I opened my bag and started digging around. "Did the accident affect your hearing?"

"No, but I don't see-" I cut him off as I found my prize.

"Aha!" I pulled the over sized sweatshirt out of my bag. "Put this on. It's warm, but it won't do any good if you're still soaked." I tugged on my hoodie and zipped it up. It was pretty cold. And I still had on my soffes. I tucked my legs under my body faking a shiver.

He frowned. "Are you sure you don't need this sweat shirt?"

I shook my head. "No, no. You need it more than me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Hero. Kind and generous. Who are you mystery woman?"

I rolled my eyes. "Clara. Clara Kent. And before you go ragging on name, I'll have you know I was named after my grandmother who died before I was born."

He smiled. "Hey, with a name like mine I can't judge."

I looked at him in question. "Alexander Joseph. Lex for short" He started unbuttoning his shirt.

I laughed and turned slightly to give him some privacy. "Named after a dead relative or Alexander the great?"

"My mom had a thing for Alexander the Great." He pulled the sweatshirt over his head.

I laughed. "That sweatshirt is a bit big on you."

He shrugged. "We Luthors are used to having big shoes to fill."

My eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Where had I heard that name before? Hmm… He raised an eyebrow. "Luthors? As in Luthor Corp.?"

I frowned. "Sounds familiar… oh! Your family owes half of Smallville." He nodded.

I shrugged. "Sorry. Took me a moment."

Just then the rescue vehicle turned up. After going through a bunch of standardized questions (I stuck with the story I told Lex) and called my dad. They also gave us thermal blankets. It wasn't exactly necessary for me, since I didn't normally get cold. My dad showed up and hugged me tightly. "Clara! Thank goodness you're ok."

"Dad, I'm fine." I blushed as I tried to wiggle out of his grip. He scowled and turned to one of the troopers. "Who's the maniac that was driving that car?"

Lex stepped forward. "That would be me. Lex Luthor." Lex put his hand forward for my dad to shake. My dad just crossed his arms and ignored his hand.

"I'm Jonathan Kent." He said tersely. "This is my daughter you almost killed."

Dad took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. Lex nodded towards me. "Thanks for saving my life."

I shrugged shyly. "I'm sure you would have done the same thing."

My dad scowled. "Let's go Clara."

Just as were walking away, Lex grabbed my dad's arm. "You have an extraordinary daughter, Mr. Kent. If there is any way I can repay you-"

My dad cut him off angrily."Drive slower."

~Smallville~

Whitney POV

"Come on, Luke. Where your sense of adventure?" I smirked as I sat on his lap. Luke frowned. "Your mom will be back any minute."

"Please. She's in a meeting till late." I said, kissing him on the lips. He frowned. "Where is she anyways?"

"Meeting with Lex Luthor." I was getting annoyed. Luke raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know your aunt was in with the Luthors."

I shrugged. "She sold them a ton of land or something." He looked thoughtful. I grinned slyly. "They own the Metropolis Sharks. She could put in a good word for you."

He laughed "If I wanted that, I'd talk to Clara. She saved Lex's life today."

I pulled back, surprised. "You're Kidding."

He shook his head. "Sometimes people can surprise you, Whitney. I thought it sounded pretty awesome."

"Why are we talking about that loser when we could be having fun?" I complained. Luke pushed me away from him. "Be nice, Whitney. Clara is cool."

He stood up. "I gotta go. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

I scowled. Clara Kent kept popping up everywhere I turned and it was not making me happy. I started fiddling with my necklace. Suddenly a thought sprung to my mind. I pulled out my cell and dialed my co-captain for the cheerleading squad. "Stacy? It's Whitney…yes. You know the Scarecrow Tradition?" I looked at the stone and remembered how it made Clara sick. "Well, I think I know the perfect...participant."

~Smallville~

Jeremy POV

I left the autoshop, cracking my knuckles lethargically. The stench of burnt flesh permeated the air. I grinned. "The smell of success.."

~Smallville~

Clara POV

Whitney told me to meet her tomorrow after school. I was not looking forward to that. The Homecoming dance was coming up and I still had to help Ma with my dress. Don't judge. Mom is a crazy good seamstress or whatever. She's made all of my Halloween costumes since forever.

I was wrapped up in a red long sleeve shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Anyways, when I got home I saw this brand spanking new shiny truck. It was red and white with a huge blue bow. I gasped. "MA! Who's truck? I thought dad was all against buying a new one."

She frowned. "It's yours. A gift from Lex Luthor." She sat down on the tractor and handed me over a card with a grim smile. It was a small white card with Lex's initials in a fancy font. I opened up and read the card.

"Dear Clara, Drive safely. Always in your debt, a maniac in a Porsche." I looked up to see Mom watching me. "Is this for real?" I understood gratitude, but a truck? I didn't want to be bought like some superhero service dog. I frowned. "Where are the keys?"

"Your father has them." I nodded. Of course dad wouldn't want me to keep the truck, but for totally different reasons. I found my dad putting wood in the large wood chipper. My dad noticed me and shut the machine down.

He sighed. "I know you want it, but you can't keep it."

"I know I was doing the right thing dad. Don't I get any recognition for that?" Even as I said it I knew it sounded spoiled. "Sorry that came out wrong. You and Ma always taught me doing good things was about the act itself and not getting credit for it."

He smiled. "Good to know you listened at some point. Look, it's not that I'm proud of you, but you don't deserve a special prize for doing the right thing."

I frowned stubbornly. "Well, it not like the Luthors can't afford it."

My dad rolled his eyes annoyed. "Lionel Luthor bought out each and every one of our neighbors to buy that car. He ruined their livelihoods and their families."

I bristled. "So, you're judging by what his father did."

Pa deflated a bit at that. "No, Clara, I'm not, but you have to understand where the money came from."

I stormed into my loft. Lex wasn't his father. It isn't right to judge somebody by their heritage. Take me. I had no idea where the heck I came from. I was still me. My father's voice called up to me. "Look, Clara. I know you're upset, but it's normal-"

I jumped down from the loft, landing easily in front of him. "Normal dad? I'm not normal. I shoved my hand in the wood chipper and turned it on. My dad panicked. I pulled my hand out, unscathed except for my tattered shirt sleeve. "This isn't normal. I didn't dive in after Lex's car. It hit me going 60 mph. I'd give anything to be normal, dad."

I stormed off, brushing past Ma. Who know how long she'd been listening. Later Ma found me in my loft while I was still venting. She put her hand on my arm. "It's time Clara."

I sighed. "Time for what?"

"The truth. Here, sweetie." She handed me a strange item with weird symbols. "It's from your real parents."

"What does it say?" I said, tracing the characters.

She shrugged. "It's not any language from earth."

"What?" My eyes widened.

She rubbed a hand over her eyes. "Well, let's just say your parents weren't from around…here."

She looked up at the stars meaningfully. I laughed. "What, I'm an alien?"

She nodded. I scoffed. "And I suppose you stashed my space ship in the attic?"

She pursed her lips. "Actually, it's in the storm cellar." We went down to the cellar and she pulled of the tarp. My dad was standing off to the side. I gasped as I saw a huge space ship looking thing. I gasped. My dad sighed. "This is how you came into our world. It was the day of the meteor shower."

I stepped back, confused. "What! Why wouldn't you tell me this before?"

"We wanted to protect you, honey." Ma sighed.

I ran a hand through my hair frantically. "Protect me from what? What the heck could this information have harmed me from?" I yelled. What was I? I was a freak… I needed to clear my head. I just started running. Faster and faster until the trees are simply a blur. I finally stopped on the outskirts of the creepy old cemetery. I shook slightly, but not from cold. I guess I was just in shock from everything. The graveyard suited my mood at the moment.

A movement to my left caught my eye. "Who's out there?"

I blinked. "Luke? It's Clara."

Luke turned the corner. "Clara Kent. What are you doing out here?" I laughed grimly. "I just got some…really bad news."

"Are you alright?" I frowned. "I'm hanging out in a graveyard. Not exactly the picture of perfect health."

"Hey, I'm out here too." I blushed. "Yeah, sorry. So what's your story?" He ducked his head. "Can you keep a secret?" I smirked. My parents obviously didn't think so, but I begged to differ. I nodded."I'm the fort Knox of secrets."

He smiled. "I came to talk to my parents." He gestured to the graves. "That sounds pretty stupid I guess."

I shook my head. "No…Do you remember them?"

"No. they died when I was three." I frowned. "I'm sorry." He smiled. "Not your fault, Clara."

"Mom, dad, this is Clara Kent." He gestured to the gravestones. "Say Hi, Clara." I smiled. "Hi." I waved nervously. Luke laughed. "Yeah. She's a bit shy."

He paused, seeming to listening. "How should I know?" He turned to me. "Mom wants to know if you're upset about some guy."

I shook my head and ducked. "Dad wants to know if you're upset about a girl."

My head whipped up. "No! No."

Luke laughed. "He has a twisted sense of humor…but seriously. Why are you here?"

I shrugged. "I really don't want to speak about it. I just found out something I'd rather not have known."

Luke nodded. "I'm sorry…well. I better get home. You know this is the longest conversation we've ever had? We should do it again."

I nodded. "We should. So, I guess you're going to the dance with Whitney?"

He nodded. "Yeah. You?"

I frowned. "I was thinking of going with Chloe and Pete… as friends, ya know."

"Well, hey. If you do come I might save a dance for you."

I blushed. "Thanks."

I really didn't want to go home. I needed to blow off some steam. Well, I guess another long distance run was in order. I hear our neighboring state is nice this time of year…