The Spartan Of Smallville

Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Smallville in any way, shape, or form, they belong to their respective owners.

Chapter 1.

The wind howled, followed by rumbles of thunder and the sound of lightning resonating above him as he made his way through the storm of ash and sand and moved across Aszod, a region that was in Eposz, the northernmost supercontinent of Reach. He had no idea how long he had been walking, nor did he care for that matter, the only thing on his mind was getting to higher ground to escape the glassing.

Moving across the mountainous terrain, the arid ground cracked and broke apart beneath the weight of his Mjolnir as he headed in the direction of the Highland Mountains, a place that he noticed that the Covenant were redirected all their forces; whether it was because there were survivors, or they were searching for something like the Zealots he had encountered at the Visegrad Relay, he couldn't say.

Regardless, if that was where the Covenant were then that was where he was heading; whether that was to deal with them and see what they were doing up there, or where he would make his final stand...again, he couldn't say. Still, if it was his fate to die alone on that mountain then so be it.

Spartans didn't go quietly...and he had no intention of breaking that tradition any time soon.

Stopping when he spotted a cave entrance up ahead, he hobbled over and headed inside to escape the storm. Pressing his hand against the wall, he took a second to catch his breath as thunder and lightning reverberated outside. Pain shot through his body as his wounds were exposed to the air; thankfully the superheated plasma bolts cauterized the wounds preventing him from bleeding out.

With a deep breath, he pushed himself away from the wall and limped through the cave feeling his injuries beginning to catch up with him. Heading deeper inside, he found himself in total darkness making it impossible to make anything out. As he cautiously navigated his way through the cave, a deafening silence filled the room before the sound of cracking filled the air.

Looking in the direction of the noise, sunlight bled into the cave making his eyes water as cracks began to form along the sides before the wall crumbled in on itself sending dust and debris everywhere. As the dust was kicked up and went through the cave, he brought his arm up to shield his eyes just as he was covered.

Waiting a few moments for the dust to settle, he lowered his arm to find himself standing out in the open. However, it wasn't the fact that the cave was nowhere to be seen that gave him pause, rather it was the people that were lined up before him. Even when covered from head to toe in their Semi-Powered Infiltration Armour, he could tell them all apart.

The storm picked up as he looked at the faces of his brothers and sisters who stared back at him, none of them uttering a word. His attention was suddenly drawn to the two figures approaching him deep within the storm, one big and the other small.

As they stepped out of the storm and became visible, his heart sunk, and guilt washed over him when he realized who they were. After what felt like an eternity, the two suddenly stopped before him and like the rest of his brothers and sisters said nothing as they stared at him.

Staring back, shame and self-loathing washed over him as he looked down at the Photoreactive panels that were cracked and melted into the techsuit. However, it was broken helmets that gave him pause as he stared into the eyes of Tom and Lucy to see them filled with disgust, and resentment.

"Where were you when we needed you?"

Weary blue eyes snapped open and stared up at the black ceiling as Lieutenant Spartan-B312, alternatively known by his callsign Noble Six, was pulled from yet another nightmare and returned to the land of the living. Feeling a cold sweat run down his face and neck, he took a deep breath to control his breathing as he placed his hand on the side of the King-Sized bed and climbed up from the cold marble floor.

Feeling a little lightheaded after getting up so quickly, he grabbed the pillow from the floor and threw it onto the bed, one that even months after arriving in Smallville still couldn't get used too. The thing was just too soft for his liking. Every second that he was on it he felt like he was going to sink into it, he liked having something solid underneath him when he slept.

Walking across the cold marble floor, he stopped in front of the large window and stared out at the lake in front of his house that was covered with mist. The sun was still down meaning that he knew it was sometime before five. Not that it mattered, he could see everything in perfect detail thanks to his augmentations that granted him a form of night vision; something that had come in rather useful on more than one occasion.

"What time is it?"

"03:43 AM." A synthetic voice came through the speakers that he had installed throughout the house. "And since you're up, would I be correct in assuming that you had another nightmare?"

"Something like that." Six neither confirmed nor denied as he stared at the lake that sat on his property. Closing his eyes, he listened to the water outside that could be heard from where he was standing. Still, she did bring up a good point. It was not the first time he had a nightmare, nor would it be the last. For the last fifteen years whenever he closed his eyes, he was haunted by the ghost of his past to the extent that he really couldn't imagine living without them.

He regretted many things in his life, but his biggest regret had to be not being there for his brothers and sisters when they needed him the most. He had never been the most expressive of people, but despite his cold demeanour he hoped that they knew that he loved them. It had been eight years since they had died and there wasn't a day that he didn't think about them.

Not that it mattered, he never even had the courage to go speak to Tom and Lucy, the only two survivors from Operation: TORPEDO, hence why they both still looked twelve years old in his nightmare. He had been ashamed at the time, and frankly he still was. He should have been there for them, and while he most likely would have perished with the rest of them at least he would've died fighting with his brothers and sisters.

Regardless, whether it was his own self-loathing or his subconscious coming into play, the nightmare was right about one thing...he should have been there when they needed him.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Auntie Dot's voice pulled him from his monologue and back to reality.

"No." He declined in a heartbeat, which didn't surprise the Artificial Intelligence in the slightest.

"Very well, the offer still stands if you change your mind." She told him, even if she knew that he would never take her up on the offer. "While I was not created for...

"I know."

"Since it is unlikely that you will be going back to sleep," Dot moved the conversation along. "I would recommend getting showered and get ready for school." She added making the Spartan-III commando sigh.

It had been a couple of months now since they had arrived in Smallville, and one thing had become apparent to them...this was not their universe. Naturally at first, they thought that they had been transported back through time when they discovered the date was 2001 rather than 2552. However, that assumption was quickly put to rest when they discovered cities and landmarks that they had never heard of.

While he couldn't be sure if Smallville existed back on his Earth, he knew for a fact that places such as Metropolis, Gotham City, Star City, Central City, Coast City, National City, and Bludhaven certainly did not.

This was not their universe, and there was a chance that they would never see it again. So, here he was stuck in some alternate universe in the early twenty-first century with no way back home and cut off from everything he knew and forced to start anew; it was like the start of a terrible fanfiction.

Seeing as how there was no way back home, Dot had managed to create a whole new identity for him and was now legally known as Jericho Reach. Not his real name of course, that was something that he kept close to his chest. While it might have sounded stupid, he cherished his name since it was the one thing that he had retained from his life before he became a Spartan.

Not only that, but he also couldn't remember his last name. For thirteen years he had been Spartan-B312...alas, he couldn't go around calling himself that anymore. Of course, that left another problem. Due to spending the last eight years in and out of cryo as he travelled across the galaxy dealing with the Insurrections, he was actually much younger than he should've been.

Because of this, there were very few places he could in the world where people wouldn't question why he wasn't in school. So, while he didn't like it, he understood that he had to keep up appearances and thus had enrolled in Highschool after deciding to settle down in Smallville.

Why Smallville? Well for starters it was quiet, something that suited him perfectly. The only consequential thing to ever happen was a meteor shower that had hit the town over a decade ago, but other than that nothing. For the most part he had kept to himself, something that he had done for most of his life. All he had to do was get through the next couple of years of school and he could finally figure out what to do with the rest of his life...god, he almost sounded human there for a second.

"Noted." Six finally spoke up as he turned away from the window and headed over towards the bathroom to get showered for school. School, even in his head he was having trouble believing it. Only a few months ago he had been a soldier defending humanity against the Covenant, and now here he was getting ready for a day of education and listening to teenagers talk about how much they were getting laid.

"I shall leave you too it." Auntie Dot said to him as he opened the door to the bathroom. "Enjoy your shower, Lieutenant." She added before disappearing as Six entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

And cut! Well, here is the first chapter to The Spartan Of Smallville! I hoped you all enjoyed it even if it was only an introduction to Six. I've been planning on writing this story for a while, I just couldn't figure out how to start it.

And for those that are wondering this story starts during the first episode of the series meaning that there will be plenty of scenes between Six/Jericho, Clark, and Lex. Plus, the first couple of seasons have always been my favourite. It's a shame that Smallville couldn't be an elsewhere story and have it where Clark and Lex remain friends since their friendship was probably the greatest part in the series, but I digress.

Let me know what you all thought and if you'd like me to continue this story!