The Spartan Of Smallville

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

DeathCrawler: Hopefully this was worth the wait.

Edboy4926: Thanks!

Freelook: Yeah, still weird to think that he's gone.

Jestalnaker94000: Cheers, man! And honestly, I don't think that he would have a hope in hell against Omni-Man. I think that he'd struggle even with Forerunner technology.

Believer218: Six's defining trait is that he's always cared about civilians, similar to Jorge hence why the two got along so quickly.

Dragoon275: There are quite a few stupid things within the show but are genuinely overlooked. Lana wearing a kryptonite neckless is one of them. Although in her defence, I think that at the start it was a while before she realized that the meteor rocks were causing the people to gain powers. There is a very, very good chance that Lex won't go down the dark route with Six around.

I haven't decided what the definitive pairing will be for the story right now. Six will definitely have several admirers, so take from that what you will.

That will be answered within the chapter.

jmKnz777: Thanks.

Azai Jin: I'm glad you liked it! Hopefully this one too.

Unlike the version from the Furious Wolf, at least at the start, this Six is calm and composed. He's spent the last few months feeling sorry for himself but hasn't allowed his anger to get the better of him. And before Noble Team he was hunting Insurrections for eight years, he has no problem killing humans if the situation calls for it. It just doesn't mean he's going around killing every criminal in sight because it's easier.

Six and Lex is a bromance in the making; the two being able to understand each other much better than Clark and Lex ever could. Compared to ONI, Lionel is a saint in comparison. Same could be said for Six and Lex.

MarauderPrime12: Thanks!

Kagewolf25: There is a very good chance that Lex will remain good in this story/universe due to Six's friendship, and the fact that he never treats him any differently. And I'm the same, the dynamic and the friendship between Clark and Lex was the best part of the show.

LeodredAQW: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! Well, there is no definitive pairing for this story right now, but Six x Lana is certainly a possibility. I think the friendship between Six and Lex would flow more naturally than what we got with Clark and Lex.

Darlok: Thanks man, I glad you liked it! Unlike with Clark who has been forced to live a very isolated life, have very little friends and social life due to his secret and more careful with his words, Six while very much the same, is rather blunt in comparison; something that both no doubt appreciate.

War Sage: I'm sure you're feeling the same about this update too, lol.

Unlike with Jonathan, Six has to issues with either Lionel or Lex to not keep the truck.

I doubt that it'll be long... especially if news breaks out that their new protector kills someone within the city.

While Six has no problems killing terrorists, outright killing civilians because they're rioting would seem a little OOC.

It'll definitely be better than Clark and Lex's...at least after the first couple of seasons when it all started going downhill. Which is a shame since I loved that part of the show.

Lex will want to meet Dot in time, which he'll be able to do once her body has been constructed. Although it might be a little awkward if he ends up falling for an A.I... especially when he LEARNS that Dot is an A.I.

Would the US Army come knocking for supersoldiers? Curing people of various diseases around the world doesn't really seem cause for being able to create supersoldiers. If anything, they would go to LuthorCorp.

Online banking. While not as mainstream as it is now, it started in the late early 80's, it would still be something that Dot could use since it's 2001 during the story.

I'm glad you liked it...and the part with Nell.

Brainstorm Sorcerer: You're probably getting a feeling of Deja Vu with this chapter. And I'm glad that you liked the dynamic between Six and Lex, something that will become a major part of this story. Unlike Clark is cautious around...well, everyone, Six simply won't be.

And I was thinking about doing something similar to Arkham Origins, which despite the bad rep it got is one of my favourite Arkham Games. Either the criminals wanting Six dead or Waller has something to so with it. And yes, Deathstroke won't be the godawful version that we got in the Smallville show. To be honest, it just felt like they were throwing names in there at the end to get people excited.

For the Jocks, you'll find out this chapter. And Dot will be listed as his Adoptive Aunt, her serving with his parents and became his guardian following their deaths.

At this point Chloe is only a teenager, an excited teenager. The mere prospect of superpowers and vigilantes would make anyone a little giddy at her age. While playing pool might have relaxed him slightly, the change in his behaviour is mostly from the fact that he feels like himself again after spending months living in self-pity following the Fall or Reach and death of Noble Team.

Monster King: Thanks!

pj6778457: I hope that this chapter was worth the wait.

gdog1: Thank you, I appreciate it. Of course, I'm sure that there are much, much better Smallville stories than mine. But I agree about Lex, Smallville Lex will always go down as my definitive Lex.

Manga154: You should, it's still a great series that holds up well today...at least in my opinion.

SixFan29: I'm glad you liked it.

There is a small scene between Six and Jonathan this chapter. Nothing major, but there will be some dialogue between them.

There will be more scenes with Nell in it.

He's a playa without even knowing it lol.

Mark91: Thanks, man. And while that is all true regarding Six, it all really depends on if he feels like joining the team. Ignoring the fact that most the Crows hate him, he really would prefer to be doing more productive things with his time than throwing a ball around. Of course, Clark or Lex might convince him to join...we'll see.

Paul Crew: Not sure where you got that comparison. Six has spent his life fighting against the Insurrectionists and the Covenant. It doesn't matter if he becomes friends with Clark, if he poses a threat to humanity, he's not going to allow sentimentality to get in the way of that. The message very clearly says that Clark is there to rule them with strength, to rule over mankind. Six is not going to take any chances. He was created to protect humanity and all her colonies...and that is precisely what he will do.


Chapter 5.


The sound of hooves galloping across the open pasture filled the air as Lana rode her horse back to the stables. It had been a couple of days since Jericho had visited her home to hand back the neckless, a neckless that turned out to be radioactive that she had been wearing everyday around her neck for the last thirteen years, which really was not the greatest thing to discover.

After managing to convince Nell to get checked out with her at the hospital, something that had taken a great deal of persuasion on her part since she didn't buy that the meteor rocks were radioactive just because her handsome friend claimed they were, they were both waiting to hear back about their results.

While Nell wasn't worried and only agreed to give her some peace of mind...that and probably so she'd stop pestering her, she was afraid. While she might not have known Jericho very long, he didn't strike her as the sort of person to make up stories just to frighten people. From the moment that she had been told that her neckless was radioactive all she had thought about over the weekend was whether she had cancer. Worse, that she had given Nell cancer.

She couldn't even talk to anyone about it. Whitney was still recovering and the last thing she wanted was to burden him. Nell would tell her that everything was fine and to stop worrying. There was Clark, but they weren't that close...in fact, the other day was the first time that they had spoken properly, and by properly she meant that they managed to have at least one conversation without him running off.

There were her friends at school, but...well, she was scared that she had given them cancer too; and not just them. She had been wearing that stupid neckless for years, how many people had she met and silently been killing?

There was really only one person that she could talk to it about...but she had no idea where Jericho lived. It was also unlikely that she'd see him walking around Smallville since he...well, did whatever he did when he wasn't at school; just like with virtually every other aspect of his life, that was a mystery too.

Forgetting about all that for the time being, Lana arrived at the stables and climbed down from the horse. "Your form's good, but his gait's off." An unknown voice remarked making her jump. Turning her head sharply, she squinted her eyes and managed to make out a man that was standing in the shadows of the stables, one that was wearing a black trench coat that looked tailored to him.

If not for the bald head and being considerably shorter, not to mention thinner, she would've mistaken him for Jericho; he was the only person that she knew that wore a trench coat...which he somehow managed to pull off. "You might want to check his shoes." The man suggested with a smile as Lana directed the horse into stables whilst eying him cautiously. "Lex Luthor. I'm a friend of Jericho's and your aunt."

"I didn't know that Jericho had any friends."

"Well, it's a work in progress." Lex voiced through a chuckle, watching as she walked past him. "And you must be Lana. I've heard a lot about you."

"Have you?"

Not missing her tone, Lex continued. "I have. Jericho was quite concerned about you. Even came all the way to my home just to see if I had a led box to contain the radiation from that neckless of yours."

"...He did?" While taken aback, Lana found herself smiling.

"Yep." Lex offered a small nod, deciding to give Jericho a little helping hand...and judging by her soft smile, she was touched by the sentiment. While she worked on removing the saddle from the horse, he walked over and stopped in front of the showcase that displayed numerous ribbons, trophies, plaques, and even a few pictures of her; the most notable being the one where she was wearing a show riding uniform. "Very impressive."

"I think it's tacky." Lana disagreed, walking over and stood next to him. "But it makes my aunt happy."

"Quiet the little achiever." Lex smiled playfully, then tapped the glass. "Although I am curious how Jericho happened to come across your neckless in the first place." He voiced looking at the photo that showed her wearing it.

"He found it."

"You're lucky."

Lana nodded stiffly. "Yeah." She replied, thinking that it was anything but right now. "Jericho said that he found it in the parking lot at school."

"You didn't feel it slip from your neck?"

Still looking at the glass cabinet, Lana slowly shook her head. "It never slipped from my neck." She informed him, her eyes glazed over in thought. "I lent it to my boyfriend."

"Huh." Lex played innocent as he continued to examine the cabinet. "I guess he dropped it during the fight."

The brunette looked at Lex sharply. "What fight?"

"You didn't hear?"

"No."

Looking down at Lana, Lex offered a knowing smile. "Well, next time you see your boyfriend perhaps you should ask what he was doing trying to throw Clark Kent into the back of a moving truck." He suggested, then without even waiting for an answer walked past her and headed out of the stables. "Oh, and tell you aunt I said hello, won't you."

Watching him leave the stables and disappearing around the corner, Lana frowned. While she had no reason to believe him...it would certainly explain why Clark had been so standoffish with Whitney at the market and left soon after. Her frown deepened, did that also mean that Jericho had been lying when he told her that nothing happened between him, Whitney, and the rest of the crows.

Still, if Jericho fought them, how did he fight all of them? They had spent years working as a team, both off and on the field...they should have outnumbered him and yet he didn't look like he had a mark on him. Perhaps Clark had helped him, but even then, they would've been outnumber. She was only filled with more questions than answers; answers that she planned to get to the bottom of.


Sparks cut through the darkness of the cave. Standing in front of his workstation, Six continued working on the artificial body for Dot; something that would allow her to play the part of his aunt knowing it was only a matter of time until people started questioning why a teenaged boy was living alone. Privately, he wondered if he should try looking for a bigger place in Smallville considering that the glasshouse was one bedroom only.

While Dot obviously didn't need to sleep, he was not so socially inept that he didn't know that a teenage boy and his aunt sharing a bed would have raised serious concerns with the authorities. That being said, it would mean having to abandon the cave and ultimately leave Glides behind. He cared very little about alien life...for obvious reasons, but he did feel conflicted about just abandoning the Huragok.

He supposed he could always just add another room; it wouldn't be too difficult to keep to the same ultra-modern glasshouse design. They could also just build another house on the land that came with the property, one that better fitted with the architectural designs throughout Smallville.

Forgetting about that for the timing being, Six continued working on the artificial body alongside Glides. While the Huragok worked on upgrading the software for the individual pieces, he worked on perhaps the toughest component of the synthetic body, but without a doubt the most vital.

The Positronic Brain.

With it, Dot would be able to advance far beyond her Dumb A.I limitations; even with the upgrades that Glides had done to her software over the last couple of months since they had arrived vastly improving her capabilities in contrast to what they had been during the Fall of Reach. If his hypothesis was correct, she would even be able to learn and adapt, express genuine emotions or the A.I equivalent to it.

Ironically, Dot would be far more human than he could ever dream of being.

"I have something if you have a moment."

Stopping what he was doing when Dot called out to him, Six placed his tools down and wandered over to where her avatar was projected next to the holographic screens, the lights reflecting off his scarred features as he approached. "Go ahead."

"I have found a property in Lowell Country, exactly 4.2 kilometres from our current location that comes with 20'000 square foot of land; giving us plenty of room to build the facility necessary to assist those that have been exposed to the radiation from the meteor rocks." Dot explained to the Spartan, displaying the images that had been taken of the land in question.

"Can we afford it?"

"I am an artificial intelligence." Auntie Dot promptly reminded him. "While I could easily siphon the funds required from any account that has online banking, as I did when we first arrived in this universe, all I need to do is create a convincing trail to satisfy the bank that the money added is legitimate."

"Hm."

"And since your time will be spent between attending Smallville High and your newly found vigilantism, we should look for a qualified and experienced Building Contractor that can oversee the project for you." Dot suggested to him, earning a small nod back. "Between the two of us," A fluttering whistle suddenly rang through the cave. "I do apologize, Glides With The Wind. The three of us." She corrected herself, getting a happy chime from the Huragok.

"We can work on a design for the building. Naturally it will take time to construct but once it has been completed, we can begin working on helping people that have been affected by the radiation; we will also need to start looking for members of staff to man the building too. "

"Acknowledged."

"Additionally, there is an old warehouse within the Old Manufacturing District of Hub City that is for sale." Dot told him, bringing up a few low-quality pictures that looked to have been taken years ago. "Naturally it will require a great deal of renovating due to shutting down over twenty years ago and has fallen into disarray, but once it has been fully refurbished and upgraded to our specifications it can be used as the starting point for Noble Industries."

"Not only will it give you an honest source of income and the opportunity to drastically improve the technology of this universe, but we will also finally be able to fashion you a new set of armour." She told him, referring to the fact that most of the armour plating had plasma scarring across it which was not that much of a problem, but since the visor had cracks through it and the techsuit had several holes, compromising its integrity and preventing him from going into space and with the amount of work that needed to be done to repair it completely, it would just be easier to create another set.

"Hm." Six grunted through a nod, before pushing himself away from the desktop. "Keep me briefed." He told Dot walking back over to his workstation that Glides was still floating in front of, no doubt happy to be doing something other than just aimlessly drifting around the cave. Like the name that humanity had dubbed them, they were engineers, they fixed things...and the limited technology they had right now must have left Glides feeling bored.

As did just floating around the cave all day, every day for the last couple of months. For that reason, he had decided to work on another project that would give Glides something to do. Not to mention keep his out of trouble knowing that it was only a matter of time until he decided to venture out looking to appease his boredom; and the last thing he needed was for it to be on the news that an alien was roaming around Smallville.


It was the start of the school week and standing in front of his locker, Whitney winced a little as he turned the dial to the padlock; not from the beating that he faced from Jericho but rather from the injuries he suffered when something had attacked his truck. A story that while the doctors were unconvinced, blaming it on the concussion, he was sticking too knowing what he had heard.

Unlocking the padlock, Whitney pulled open the door just as footsteps approached. Turning his head slightly, he looked to see Lana standing beside him, a deep frown across her features. "How did you really get those bruises?"

"...could we talk about this later?" Whitney pleaded after a moment.

Lana responded by closing his locker. "It's a simple question, Whitney."

"Look, I told you that we just got a little carried away with training." He lied through his teeth, regretting what had happened...and it had nothing to do with being terrified of seeing that side of Jericho again; it was why he had been keeping an eye out for him to stay out of his way.

"So you weren't fighting with Jericho?" Lana questioned Whitney who shifted uncomfortably. "And you didn't try and throw Clark into the back of a moving truck?"

"Jericho wasn't even meant to be there."

Lana looked incredulous. "Oh, so that makes it alright then?" She asked sarcastically, struggling to believe that Whitney of all people would do that to someone.

"It was just a prank."

"And fighting Jericho, was that a prank too?"

"The others started the fight, not me." Whitney informed her. "I tried to stop them, but they've been wanting to teach Jericho a lesson for a while now...of course, it really didn't play out like they imagined."

"You didn't fight him?"

Whitney offered a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It would've been bad for morale if I didn't."

"Bad for morale?" Lana repeated incredulously, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth right now. "And I suppose that throwing Clark into the back of a truck was good for morale?" She asked rhetorically, and when he said nothing, she continued. "And after all that he still goes and saves your life."

"...yeah." Whitney mumbled, feeling incredibly guilty about that too.

"Have you apologized to him...do you even feel sorry?"

"I tried the other day at the Farmers Market, but he refused to hear me out."

"Can't say that I blame him." Lana retorted tightly, not blaming Clark for not wanting to talk to Whitney after what he tried to do to him. "And what about Jericho? Have you tried apologizing to him?"

Whitney smiled thinly, shaking his head. "I haven't seen Jericho since the fight went down and...

"And since you dropped my neckless." Lana interrupted, shocking Whitney that she knew. "Jericho found it and gave it back to me." She revealed to him, leaving out the fact that it was radioactive. "And for some reason felt that he needed to cover for you, telling me that found in the parking lot." She finished before turning and walking away, leaving Whitney behind who threw his head back in frustration.

Walking down the halls, she turned and headed down the stairs to look for Clark and Jericho, wanting to apologise for what Whitney had done or tried to do to the pair of them. However, before she could get far.

"Lana, hey." Greg Arkin greeted, smiling at her. "Are we still up for tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Remember, the English Paper."

"Oh, right, yeah." Lana suddenly remembered. "Sorry, I completely forgot. Could we talk about this later? Something really important just came up."

As Lana tried to turn away, Greg forcefully grabbed her arm. "Like what?" He demanded possessively.

"I need to speak to Clark and Jericho."

"So, you'd rather spend time with them? A-Are they more important than me?"

Ignoring the fact that he had grabbed her aggressively, Lana still offered a small smile. "I can't talk about this right now, Greg. I have to go." Breaking free from his hold, she turned and walked away, unaware of the jealous look in his eyes.


After spending most of the night working alongside Glides on the Positronic Brain, Six was currently sitting alone in the cafeteria and eating the food that the school had provided. While the other students might have complained, spending a lifetime eating nothing but MRE's it was made a refreshing change; one that he intended on taking advantage considering that cooking was one of the few skills that they didn't teach on Onyx.

Grabbing a potato wedge, Six brought it to his lips and looked across the room to see the members of the Crows glaring spitefully at him from the popular table, similar to what they had been doing in the classes that he had shared with them; the only ones that weren't were Nate and Whitney who quickly looked away when he made eye contact with them.

Hearing someone make crude oinking noises, something that earned several obnoxious laughs and sniggers throughout the room, he watched as Jodi Melville made her way through the cafeteria. Her head was ducked, her strawberry blonde hair covering most of her face as she carried her tray across the room and no doubt did her best to ignore the cruel remarks from the other students that like usual brought up her weight.

"Hey, Jericho." Jodi greeted with a friendly smile, putting on a brave face as she passed one of the few people in school that had never treated her any differently, never been mean to her because she was overweight.

Noticing her eyes starting to watering from the merciless bullying that she unfortunately faced on a daily basis, Six released a small sigh. "Sit down."

"Oh, no, that's..." Jodi tried to decline the offer knowing that it would've been social suicide for him to be seen sitting with her, but her voice tailed off when Jericho just looked at her. "Okay." She relented, smiling slightly.

Watching as Jodi placed her tray on the table and sat down, Six frowned slightly when he noticed that her meal consisted solely of a bottle of water. "Where's your food?"

"I'm not really hungry."

Not believing that for a second, Six traded trays with Jodi. "Eat."

"I told you that I'm..."

Six silenced her with a hard look. "You need to eat." He stated firmly, pushing the tray closer to her to get his point across...and watched as she eventually relented, offering a small smile.

"Thanks."

The Spartan responded with a grunt. "Hm." Three more trays were suddenly placed on the table, followed by the chairs being pulled back when Clark, Chloe, and Pete appeared, apparently thinking that his invitation for Jodi to sit down applied to them too.

"Hey, guys." Jodi beamed at the three of them, though her smile lingered on Pete.

"Hey, Jodi." Pete smiled back, followed by Clark and Chloe as they sat down.

With the hellos said, Chloe turned her attention to Jericho. "You know you've got practically the entire football team glaring at you...everyone but our bitesize tackling dummy, that is." She added with a smirk directed at Pete who glared back.

"And Nate." Clark added helpfully.

"Hm."

"Did you really fight all of them at once?" Chloe asked eagerly, trying her best not to smile at the thought of the Crows getting their butts whipped.

"No."

"Clark said you did."

Six looked at Clark who had the decency to look embarrassed as Chloe outed him. "She asked." He voiced weakly, getting a small grunt from the Spartan.

"Well?" Chloe quizzed impatiently, still eager to know if he had or not.

She was tenacious, Six would give her that...annoyingly so. "One against seven?" He questioned rhetorically. "It would have been an uneven fight."

"Yeah, for them." Chloe quipped happily, something that had Clark and Pete rolling their eyes; Jodi just smiled awkwardly, trying not to do anything that would make herself stand out so much and was just happy to be included for once...even if she didn't really add anything to the conversation. "Still impressive."

"I've fought worse."

Her inquisitive mind getting the best of her, Chloe blurted out the first thing that sprung to mind. "Is that where you got the scars?" Everyone around the table looked at her like she had just grown a second head, which she was completely oblivious about as she waited expectantly at Jericho for him to answer.

"Enjoy your lunch." Six offered a small nod, bypassing the question; not because he was offended but rather that there was nothing to talk about. He got them through physical trauma, end of story.

Once Jericho was out of earshot, Clark looked at Chloe. "Really?"

"Don't sit there and pretend that you're not curious how he got them." Chloe rebuked the farm boy.

"...It did come across as a little insensitive." Jodi muttered meekly, agreeing with Clark.

"A good reporter can't afford to be timid." Chloe expressed judiciously. "They have to ask those hard-hitting questions that make people uncomfortable if they want to get to the truth."

Clark frowned. "Which is why I could never be one."

"Never say never, Clark."


While Clark and Chloe were discussing the extremities that reporters had to go to get the truth, Six walked across the cafeteria getting a few friendly waves from his fellow students, most of which he noticed were females that wiggled their fingers at him; a gesture that continued to elude him. Why not use the entire hand? It was not like they were making hand gestures to substitute for vocal communication like Kurt had taught them.

"Oi, Reach!"

Hearing a familiar, albeit angry voice, Six looked to see Thomas Fitzpatrick glaring at him from over at the popular table; along with pretty much every other member of the Crows...everyone but Nate and Whitney. "We lost the game because of you."

"I heard you lost because poor performance." Six countered back, earning a few ahs and laughs from the students around them as the cafeteria went silent as everyone listened in.

Brent glared daggers at him for the remark, and the everyone, even the nerds were laughing at them. Them?! They were the popular ones; they ruled the school and here they were getting laughed at. "Do you have any idea the hell that Coach has been putting us through because of you?"

"Doesn't sound like my problem."

Brett slammed the football down on the table causing a loud bang that filled the cafeteria. "Then how about we make it your problem."

"Come on, guys..." Whitney desperately tried stop things from escalating between them. One, because he was already in enough pain and really didn't want to fight Jericho again, learning his lesson the first time. Secondly, Lana was still angry with him and refused to speak to him let alone stay in the same room with him, deciding to eat elsewhere rather with him and the others.

"It didn't go well for you last time." Six warned. Hushed whispers filled the cafeteria as the school starting murmuring, talking among themselves as the rumours, the speculations on what had happened to the Crows became transparent.

Sean sneered coldly at Jericho, the scuff marks from when he had slid across the concrete burned across the side of his face. "Yeah, but now we know what you're capable of."

"No, you don't."

While the others slowly got up from the table, Nate who was still sporting several nasty bruises across his face wanted no part of it. A small whimper escaped his lips that trembled, a horrific feeling on Deja Vu washing over him. "He's got that look in his eyes again."

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" Again, Whitney tried to get them to stop only for it to fall on deaf ears; both by the team that walked towards Jericho and everyone else that moved back while goading them to fight.

Watching as the Crows descended before him, silently wondering if they were trying to save face or secretly masochists, Six sighed in frustration that they would once again not listen to reason. The Spartan-III's had all been vengeful orphans filled with nothing but rage and hatred...but even they had the good sense when to back down from a fight.

"Walk away." Six warned them, his tone deathly calm. His warning ultimately went unheeded as they stalked towards him, Thomas leading the five of them as Nate and Whitney stayed out of it. Taking a deep breath, he entered Spartan Time and watched as the world slowed down around him as Fitzpatrick thrusted his arms out and attempted to shove him back, no doubt to make him lose his balance.

His first instinct was to slam his foot into his knee and snap the leg, removing him from the picture for the moment to deal with the other four...but he was just a kid. A foolish, hormonal-driven kid that wanted revenge; something he was all too familiar with. Instead, he allowed him to shove him and waited for Thomas to do exactly that.

Feeling his hands make contact with his chest, Six didn't even budge as Thomas stumbled a little when the force of the shove pushed him back, earning several laughs from the rest of the school which only served to anger him further. His blood boiling, he roared furiously and charged at him with his fist cocked only to stagger when a sharp whack echoed across the room and brought his hand up to the side of his face that was throbbing.

"D-Did you just slap me?"

"Yes."

"YOU'RE A DEADMAN!" Thomas thundered, his anger worsening as everyone laughed at him.

Standing calmly, Six watched as Fitzpatrick charged at him like a enraged Brute and threw a punch, one that was uncoordinated and unbalanced by emotion. When Thomas was inches aways from him, he slammed his arm up redirecting the attack and making him stumble back. Taking advantage of his impaired balance, he kicked his legs from out from under him, resulting in him falling back, then slammed his elbow into his chest, slamming him into the ground.

Placing his foot on Thomas, Six grabbed Brent by the throat when he came jumping through the air trying to kick him, that or tried to tackle him. Throwing his arm back, he slammed him into the ground next to his teammate, earning winces across the room from the pained groans from Brent and Thomas, the latter especially when the boot on his chest applied more pressure.

From his crouched position, Six's hand shot up and intercepted the football that lobbed at him by Brett whose eyes widened, clearly not expecting him to catch it. Getting back to his feet, earning a scream from Thomas who desperately tried to get his foot off him, he threw it back with such force that it crossed the room and slammed directly into Brett's chest, knocking him off his feet and sent him hurtling back into Sean, slamming into him with both falling through the air before finally hitting the ground with thump.

The fight ending within seconds, Six looked around the room to find everyone staring gobsmacked. "Anyone else?" He asked getting matching headshakes from the other students. Grunting, he nodded and removed his foot from Thomas who vocally expressed his relief as he turned on his side and held his chest. Without a word, he walked past both the injured and non-injured Crows, his footsteps filling the silent room, before leaving the Cafeteria.

Once he left, excited murmurs filled the cafeteria as everyone started discussing the fight; everyone but Whitney and Nate who went over and checked on their teammates that were all wriggling on the floor.

"That was ever better than you described." Chloe practically gushed, grinning ear to ear. "Not to mention pretty hot."

Pete scowled. "It wasn't that impressive."

"You're kidding, right?" Chloe drawled sarcastically. "He just took them out in seconds like it was nothing."

"Quicker than last time too." Clark muttered, making every look around the table look at him. "I mean, it was seven vs one last time, but you know." He finished with a shrug.

"...It didn't even look like Jericho was trying."

Clark nodded, agreeing with Jodi. "Somehow I get the feeling that he wasn't." He voiced, expressing his opinion. From what he saw, Jericho didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat, on both accounts...which only furthered his belief that he wasn't normal like him. While he might have been clutching at straws and it was probably wishful thinking at best, it would be nice to have someone to relate to.

"Where do you think he learnt how to fight like that?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the reporter?"

"Do I detect bitterness, Pete?" Chloe tutted playfully. "Annoyed that he whopped your teams' butts?"

"No." Pete grunted, glaring at Clark when he offered a sympathetic smile that felt more like mockery if you asked him.


Sitting alone in History Class, Six waited patiently for Mr Jensen and the rest of the class to finally arrive. It had been some time since the altercation between himself and the Crows, an altercation that could have been avoided if they had listened to reason. Truthfully, he thought that like with Nate and Whitney they would have realized that this course of action would be pointless.

He knew there would be repercussions for his actions, he also hoped that after defeating the Crows both physically and psychologically, the latter via sullying their reputation humiliating them publicly, they would seriously reconsider lashing out in anger within the foreseeable future.

The Spartan was pulled from his thoughts regarding both the disciplinary repercussions he would face and the Crows when the door creaked. Looking over to the entrance to the classroom, he watched as the door opened to reveal Lana holding onto her books and offered him a smile, one that unlike her usual happy one looked forced.

"Hey." Lana greeted, smiling at him. "I thought I'd find you here."

"You thought right then."

Smiling a little at his blunt, sarcastic retort, Lana walked over and sat down in the desk next to him at the back of the class. "And you lied to me."

"You'll need to be more specific."

Pouting a little at his dull tone, Lana continued. "You said that nothing happened between you, Whitney, and the Crows."

"Who said it did?"

"Lex Luthor."

Six grunted. "Hm. Don't we run in high circles."

"As do you." Lana shot back with a smile. "From what I hear, you travelled all the way to the Luthor Mansion just to ask Lex if he had a led box for my neckless."

"Hm." Six acknowledged through a grunt. "Your well-being was my top priority," Lana blushed a little at his blunt honesty, but found it refreshing. "The radiation unchecked would have serious implications on your health. Speaking of which, did you go to the hospital?"

At the mere mention of the hospital and the radiation, Lana's smile faltered slightly. "I did." She nodded; her previous enthusiasm gone. "Me and Nell are just waiting for our results.

"Nervous?"

Lana nodded hesitantly. "A little." She admitted, finally saying it out loud. "For all I know I might have cancer, worse I might have given my aunt cancer or some sort of brain tumour that we don't even know about all because of my stupid neckless." She vented angrily, both at herself and the neckless. "And what about all the other people I've come into contact with over the years? Have I slowly been killing them too?"

"Stop worrying."

"I could have cancer." She repeated in a hushed whisper, not wanting anyone to hear if they happened to be walking past or entered the classroom.

"Could, being the opportune word."

"But what If I do?" Lana asked quietly. Her throat feeling tight, she swallowed a lump and continued. "What if the hospital tells me that I do have cancer, that Nell does?"

Six silently contemplated the question. He could have ended her suffering by telling her that once the building was constructed that if by the off chance that she did have cancer then it wouldn't take much to eliminate the disease...but he doubted that Lana would believe him without proof. And without owning the land, everything was just conceptual right now.

"Lana." Six expressed strongly, reaching over and placed his hand over hers to comfort her. "Both you and your aunt are fit and healthy. You're going to be fine. And with the slim chance that you do have cancer, survival rates continue to rise; especially if you catch it early."

Feeling the warmth from his large, calloused hand that covered hers and filled her with confidence, making her heart flutter a little bit, not to mention the reassurance in his voice that took away the terrible weight from her shoulders that she had been carrying all weekend, Lana smiled gratefully. Turning her hand around in his, she squeezed back. "Thanks, Jericho. You know, you're not as bad as you think you are."

"Hm." Six grunted and took his hand back, something that left Lana feeling strangely disappointed. "Don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry, it'll be our secret." Lana smiled back at him, a twinkle in her eyes. A comfortable silence filled the classroom, one that was soon broken when she suddenly remembered the conversation she had with her boyfriend. "I heard what Whitney did...tried to do to you."

Turning his head, Six looked down at Lana. "In his defence, he wanted no part in it."

"Maybe not with you." Lana muttered, then sighed frustratingly. "I just can't believe that he would try and do that to Clark."

"It's understandable."

Lana quirked an eyebrow questionably. "What is?"

"Jealousy."

"Jealousy? What's there to be jealous about?"

Six shrugged. "I'm not omniscient." He stated making Lana roll her eyes. "That being said, I did hear Whitney asking Clark what was going on between the two of you."

Lana felt her anger spike. "There is nothing going on between me and Clark."

"Hm."

Hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Care to add something?"

"You're both young, attractive," Lana blushed at Jericho's blunt compliment. "and live within a mile of one another. If you were going to copulate, Clark would be the most viable option."

The door suddenly opened. "Oh, what's this? Jericho Reach and Lana Lang sitting in this big room all alone." Chloe remarked, making Lana blush harder at what she was implying. "And what have you two been doing?"

"Just talking." Lana insisted, then offered a smile to Clark and Pete that followed her in. "Hey, guys."

"Hey."

Clark returned a small wave. "Hey, Lana." He greeted back with a smile as he walked over and sat in the desk on her right, while Chloe and Pete sat in the row ahead of the three.

"Are you allowed to do that?" Chloe voiced sarcastically. "I thought that would mess with the hierarchy if you spoke to somebody beneath you." She added getting an uncomfortable look from Lana who remained quiet, one that Clark noticed right away and frowned at the back of the blonde's head.

"Principal Kwan is looking for you."

Six grunted at Pete. "Hm." Not surprised to hear that at all.

"I'd be more worried about Coach Walt, if I were you." Pete continued, earning a confused look from Lana. "He already pushed the Team through the ringer because they lost the game last week."

"What happened?"

"Jericho whopped the Crows butts in front of the entire school." Chloe grinned, more than happy to tell Lana what had happened.

Looking from Chloe to Jericho, Lana frowned a little...though he showed no reaction. "Really?"

"Hm."

"It was amazing." Chloe sighed blissfully, making Clark roll his eyes at how happy she was that the Crows had been beaten in front of the entire school. "It's about time they got a taste of their own medicine."

While Lana couldn't exactly disagree with Chloe, she still frowned at Jericho. "Did you really have to fight?

"They would not listen to reason."

Chloe snorted. "It's the Crows. All those concussions must have seriously affected their braincells if they thought tangling with you was a great idea...especially after the beating they got last time."

"Did Whitney..."

"No." Six answered, cutting Lana off. "He tried to stop them."

"That's good." Lana mumbled, glad that Whitney wasn't involved and that he tried to stop it. "And I'm sorry what he tried to do to you, Clark."

Clark waved off her apology. "It wasn't your fault."

"I know but, I still feel responsible." Lana told him as more people started filling the room. "None of that would have happened if Whitney hadn't gotten the wrong idea. I guess he saw us the other night and...

"Thought you were copulating."

Clark turned crimson, the thought of doing...that with Lana causing many images to enter his mind. Chloe and Pete smiled and laughed respectively, along with several others that happened to hear them. Meanwhile, Lana was torn between looking embarrassed and glaring at Jericho, but she settled for the latter...which admittingly was not as effective as she would have liked due to her heated cheeks.

"We were not copulating."

Hearing the frustration in her voice, Six looked down at Lana. "Never claimed you were."

"You literarily said they were."

"Negative. I hypothesized what Fordman might be thinking." Six corrected Chloe, then turned and looked down at Lana. "As I mentioned, Clark would be the most viable option for copulation."

If possible, Clark turned even redder and did everything he could not to make eye contact with Lana. The girl in question was in a similar boat, although she settled for glaring at Jericho who looked unfazed, his intense blue eyes looking back into her hazel ones and filled with what she was certain was mild amusement, something that made her smirk a little...she guessed that Jericho had a playful side too, who would've thought it.

"Mr Reach." A voice suddenly called out, preventing Lana or Clark from saying anything. Looking where the voice was coming from, everyone found Principal Kwan standing in the doorway looking directly at Jericho. "Come with me, please."

"Busted." A student snickered and quickly shut up when the principal looked at him.

"That'll be quite enough, Mr Dyer."

"Yes, Principal Kwan."

"Good luck." Lana whispered, getting a small grunt from the Spartan as he got up from the desk and made his way around the classroom and left with Principal Kwan. Once the door closed, everyone started talking again as they waited for Mr Jensen to arrive from lunch. "...you don't think that he'll be suspended, do you?"

"For one fight?" Pete asked rhetorically.

Chloe scoffed. "Fight? It was a massacre. Isn't karma a wonderful thing?"

"I'm sure that Jericho will be fine." Clark told Lana, ignoring the joyful comment from Chloe. "Besides, everyone saw what happened in the cafeteria." He added, referring to the fact that there were dozens of eyewitnesses that saw exactly what happened between him and the Crows.


"You know, you never mentioned what happened." Clark remarked, walking out of the school with Jericho and stepping into the sunlight. It had been a couple of since the fight in the cafeteria and he had been collected by Principal Kwan, which had spread through the school like a wildfire with people still talking about it.

"I got detention."

"Seriously?"

"Hm."

"But you didn't even start the fight."

"Irrelevant." Six shot back. "Fighting will not be tolerated at Smallville High." He stated, repeating the words that Principal Kwan had told him, Brett, Brent, Sean, and Thomas in his office.

"I guess." Clark mumbled. Unfortunately, before he could ask whether the Crows also got detention, he spotted a familiar face waiting in the parking lot. "Dad?" He voiced his surprise at seeing him standing there. "What're you doing here?" He asked, even if he had a pretty good feeling.

"I was passing and thought I'd come pick you up." Jonathan answered, pushing himself away from the front of the pickup truck. "Jericho, wasn't it?" He asked offering his hand out. "Jonathan Kent."

Six accepted the handshake. "Jericho Reach." He introduced himself, shaking his hand.

"Quite the grip you got there." Jonathan complimented. While it was nothing compared to Clark's strength, something that they had worked on controlling so that he wouldn't accidently crush someone hand by accident, it was certainly stronger than he was expecting. "And I'm sorry if I came off rude last week..."

Taking his hand back, Six interjected. "You were concerned about your son's wellbeing, it was understandable."

"And what about you?" Jonathan asked the slightly taller, but muscular young man that stood next to his son. "Clark mentioned that you were nearly hit too."

Six grunted, throwing Jonathan off slightly. "Hm. I was picking up the fencing wire..."

"Fencing wire?"

"It fell of the back of a truck that was passing, the straps evidently not secured and fell onto the road. I picked it up hoping to prevent an accident, only to be the causation of another." Six explained, revealing how things went down from his perspective.

"At least nobody was hurt." Clark offered helpfully, secretly hoping that his dad would give Lex the benefit of the doubt and stop lumping him in with his father. "What about your parents, how did they react to you nearly being run over?"

"No idea."

"They didn't say anything?"

"No."

Clark looked confused. "Why not?"

"They're dead."

Feeling guilty and wondering if it was another death that he was responsible for, Clark continued. "From the meteor showers?" He asked softly, earning a small look from his father that he ignored. While Jericho had only joined Smallville High a few months ago, there was always a chance that his parents had been around during the meteor strikes that he had been caused when he had been sent to Earth...for whatever reason.

He had killed Lana parents and countless other people that had been caught out in the meteor shower...perhaps he had killed Jericho's parents too.

"No, lack of breath." Six told him. Despite the gravity of the conversation, Jonathan had to bite his tongue at the rather blunt retort; one that he really was not expecting and took him by surprise. "Apologies, I need to be going."

"We won't keep you then." Jonathan told him. "It was good to meet you properly this time."

Six nodded back. "Likewise, sir. Clark. Mr Kent." Bidding the two farewell, he turned and headed in the direction of the dentation room wanting to hurry up and get it over with having things that he would've preferred to be doing right now.

"Have fun!"

"Hm."

Smirking at the annoyed grunt from Jericho, Clark waited until he was out of earshot before turning to his father. "You weren't in the area at all, were you?"

"No." Jonathan admitted to Clark. Wordlessly telling him to get into the truck, he opened the door and climbed in. A few seconds later the passenger door and Clark jumped in, placing his bag on the seat between them. "Did Jericho mention anything today?"

"No." Clark answered, shaking his head. "Like I told you, he might not have even seen anything. I was already in the water by the time that Jericho dived in."

Starting up the engine, Jonathan sighed. "We can't afford to take that risk, son. The last thing we want is..."

"Somebody to come and take me away. Yeah, I know." Clark finished for him, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "But I really don't think that Jericho is normal either, and today only furthered that belief."

"Meaning?"

"The Crows picked a fight with him, and he took them all down, effortlessly too. Thomas even tried shoving him and he didn't even budge, not even a little. It was incredible really; even quicker than last time." Clark muttered the final part as they left the parking lot and headed home.

Jonathan frowned deeply. "It's happened more than once?

"Yeah, but Jericho was only...it doesn't matter."

Noticing his hesitation, Jonathan looked at him. "Jericho was only what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"The fact that you're hiding it says otherwise." Jonathan disagreed as he focused on the road.

With a long sigh, Clark eventually gave in. "On the day of the dance the Crows nominated me to be the Scarecrow, but Jericho stopped that from happened. It was seven vs one and he still beat them, again effortlessly. After the fight, he told me that he had pulled his punches...it might just have been a phrase, but I get the feeling that he was being literal."

"And you never thought about telling me or your mother about this?"

Clark shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't see any point, nothing happened...and besides, you seemed a little busy congratulating Whitney, the one that nominated me."

"I was being polite, Clark. Showing my support for the team that I used to play for."

Unconsciously, Clark scoffed bitterly. "A team that I'm not allowed join."


Using his bodyweight to push the spade into the earth, Six continued clearing the area that he was planning on building the garage/workshop next to the house. It had been around fifty minutes since he had arrived home and he wasted no time in making up for lost time.

Detention hadn't lasted long, around forty minutes of sitting in silence...which was nothing compared to the eight years listening to the nothingness of space and waiting for whatever assignment that Ackerson had for him. By the time that he walked across Smallville and arrived home, still not risking driving the truck for the time being, it had been around five o'clock.

While that would have probably caused many to postpone the work for another day, the benefits of biological night vision and owning the land with no neighbours around meant that there would be no distractions...aside from the wildlife, and if Dot brought something to his attention. But other than that, there was nothing.

While it might have been easier to buy the old Auto Shop that was located on the edge of Town, he felt that it simpler just to build one outside his home. Not only would it allow him to work on the truck in private, perhaps adding a hydrogen engine and overall improve its performance, but once it was completed it would give Glides something to do other than floating around the cave all day.

Hm. Listen to him, concerned about a damn alien of all things. Emile would have called him a traitor and killed him for good measure if he heard him.

"Nice place."

Hearing a familiar voice, one that was more confident than usual, Six looked over his shoulder to find Greg Arkin standing behind him sporting a smile that many would have described as off-putting, creepy even. His acne was gone, as had his glasses allowing him to see the look of smug superiority that filled his eyes. Not only that, but his attire was also different. His usual baggy, sweaty clothes replaced with a leather jacket, a black shirt, and jeans.

"I think I'll take it."

Hearing the eagerness in his voice, Six sighed before returning to his work. "Leave."

"Oh, it's a little too late for that." Greg chuckled, putting the Spartan on edge. "For you see, there can't be two alpha males when there is only one queen; and once I'm finished with you, Kent is next."

Confused to what he was even referencing or what he and Clark, or Mr Kent and apparently done, Six threw the spade into the ground and turned round to face Greg only for a fist to be slammed into his stomach with so much power that he was launched a good 80ft into the air. Barely having the chance to acknowledge what happened, he smashed through the top of the house, tumbling and hit the ground with a thump.

Slowly pushing himself up, he shook his head before suddenly noticing a shadow. Looking up, he found Greg standing atop his house before jumping and tried to crush beneath his feet. Rolling out the way, he narrowly avoided death as his attacker landed, the ground trembling.

"You can't beat me, Jericho." Greg grinned, throwing a punch that was intercepted by the Spartan. "It's natural law. Only the strongest survive." He declared, throwing another punch that was caught, the two locked in a struggle.

"Negative." Six disagreed, burying his feet into the ground. "Only the most adaptable survival." He corrected, overpowering Greg who gritted his teeth in frustration upon realizing what was happening. "The meteor rocks have altered your cellar makeup. Let me help you."

"That a fancy way for saying they've improved me?" Greg shot back through gritted teeth. "Tell me, do you know what Huntsmen Spiders do to their prey?" He asked rhetorically, cracking his neck. "It devours them!" Opening his mouth, webbing shot out and stuck Jericho in the face making him stumble back. Grinning when his grip loosened, he darted forward punched him sending him flying back.

Sliding to a halt, Six grabbed the webbing and ripped it from his face just as Greg came hurtling towards him and attempted to punch him. His instincts kicking in, he entered Spartan Time and watched as both the meteor-infected Greg and the world slowed down. Leaning back, he kicked his legs from under him making Greg trip. As he did, he wrapped one arm around his neck and covered his hand over his mouth, putting him in a sleeper hold.

His first instincts was to break his neck, end the threat that he posed...but he was just a kid. Tighten his hold around him, Six felt him fighting back with the ferocity that even a Brute would admire. Throwing his arms, elbows, and even trying to bite his hand to escape him. Feeling him growing weaker, he was left speechless when he metamorphosized into a swarm of bugs, slipping from his grasp leaving behind only his clothes.

"What the..." Six trailed off, watching as the bugs escaped through the tall grass and headed in different directions to escape. To be honest, he had been expecting electrokinesis, not some sort of Insect Swarming...a defence mechanism, perhaps? Shouldn't the meteor rocks have caused a similar mutation, given Greg and Jeremy equivalent powers?

Shaking his head, Six gathered up the clothes on the grass and slowly headed back to the house. He might have been a supersoldier, but even they had limits...and smashing through a roof without armour took a toll on the body, even an augmented one. Still, with the growing pattern between Greg and Jeremy, he wondered if Lana would become a raging psychopath hellbent on hurting civilians.

Granted he wasn't a civilian, not really, but since Greg had no issue trying to kill him, and either Clark or Mr Kent, he seemingly didn't care. How was it that fighting against a genocidal alien empire hellbent on wiping out humanity was preferable to dealing with superpowered teenagers?

Forgetting about that for the time being, Six walked around the building and arrived at the front door. Opening it, he headed inside and tossed the discarded/abandoned clothes on the table.

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"Well?"

Hearing the smugness even if she displayed no emotion, Six grunted. "Fine. You were right. Happy?"

"I am currently incapable of exhibiting emotions such as happiness." Dot informed him judiciously. "That being said, I do imagine that this would be a close equivalent."

"Hm."

"May I ask what happened to Gregory Akin? I lost track of you both once you were thrown over the building and he jumped atop the rooftop, displaying superhuman feats."

"He metamorphosized into a swarm of bugs."

"Truly? Fascinating." Dot sounded her intrigued. "At least it has confirmed my hypothesis regarding the meteor rocks giving the inhabitants of Lowell County superhuman characteristics."

Inspecting the ceiling that thankfully hadn't be damaged, Six looked back down. "Progress on the land deal?"

"Ongoing."

"Let me know when it's been finalized." Six told her. "The sooner we have that facility up and running the better."

"Agreed."


And cut! Here is the next chapter of The Spartan of Smallville. I hoped you all liked it. I must say, this chapter was a pain to write. Not for the overall length but because I couldn't decide whether to have Clark or Six deal with Greg.

Originally, It was going to be Clark like I said last chapter, but since he went after Clark due to Lana telling him that she needed to talk to him, he'd do the same with Six and let's be honest, Six wouldn't be letting him leave...at least he wouldn't of unless he didn't turn into a swarm of bugs.

Also, Six and Dot have multiple projects in the works. The start of Noble Industries. The facility to cure and possibly rehabilitate the meteor infected, and finally the garage. Admittingly the last one is more for Six and Glides, but still in the works.

Not much else to say other than let me know what you all thought.