Urgh…I need coffee.

I'm sorry. I stayed up all night last night calling in favors, threatening the General, arguing with NASA…to try and figure out this supersized mystery. It's now 10:30 at night and I still haven't had my coffee. But before I go into anymore details about my date I want to clarigy with you guys that this is a private blog. I thought you guys already knew that but some of you seemed confused and upset. I am typing this but not everybody can see it…unless I want them too. You guys honestly think I'd be stupid enough to make this public? My cousin is a computer wiz and Smallville's best friend…if I didn't put some protection around this thing both of them would have seen it by now. I'm not saying that one day they won't fingure out what I'm doing but I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get there. For now…I'm enjoying getting my thoughts out.

So back to this morning…where things were still weird and about to get weirder. Like I said I had been up all night, typing, calling, yelling trying to get any answers on these mystery kids. And getting very frustrated (especially since I haven't had my coffee). And in a new wave of rage I might have thrown my phone straight across my apartment which nearly hit Chloe (my cousin) in the face.

"Lois" Chloe began sounding scared and very confused "Maybe next time you can just tell me you hate the bridesmaid dress instead of throwing your phone at me?"

"I'm sorry Chlo" my voice sounded exactly how I felt…tired "I wasn't aiming for you. It's not my fault you opened the door at the last second"

"Why would you be throwing your phone in the first place?"

"Some stupid genius was giving me answers that made no sense. In a heat of frustation I hung up and threw my phone. That and I haven't had my coffee yet"

"Yeah Lo it's 6:30 in the morning what are you doing up?"

But Chloe of course knows me too and could tell by the explousion of papers on the table that something else was going on.

"You never went to sleep did you?" Chloe…always the detective "Why do I get the feeling that this wasn't for a story?"

"Because it's not…this research is personal"

"Lois…what is this all about?" I knew I shouldn't tell her but I had to tell someone (somebody that wasn't virtual no offense) and the news I was reciving was absolutely killing me.

"It's about the kids"

"All this has to do with the Hansel and Gretel you picked up yesterday?" Chloe was not exactly convinced

"Okay…this is going to sound crazy but I think…I think they might be…." I wanted to tell her. Wanted to spill my guts about everything. But I knew who I needed to have this conversation with and he wasn't there…so I cheated "aliens"

"Aliens…really Lo. That's a strech even for you"

"Not really" I began "Listen okay. When I was with Johnny earlier yesterday he kept going on about some planet called Krypton" The second I said that name Chloe suddenly became very aware…and afraid. Like I knew something I really wasn't supposed to know.

"He then was talking about the people who supposedly live there…called Kryptonians." I continued "Supposedly these people have an ability to fly"

"And you believed him?"

"Not at first" I concluded "No. But I later called the General and he pulled a few strings. It took me several different phone calls but I finally was able to talk to a Dr. Abraham Summers who used to work for a man named Dr. Virgil Swann"

"Yeah" Chloe spoke…her voice slightly wavering "What did he say?"

"He sent me these pictures of our solar system" I then took out the pictures Dr. Summers e-mailed me and showed her the infinite constelations "He confirmed that there once was a planet called Krypton and that Dr. Swann did believe that there was once life on that planet"

"Once?" Chloe questioned "What do you mean by that?"

"Well according to Dr. Summers, Krypton should be…here" I pointed to the empty spot where Krypton should have been "But obviously…it's not"

"How does an entire planet disappear?"

"Dr. Summers told me that Dr. Swann speculated it was destroyed thousands of years ago and he made it his life's work to find and preserve anything that could have possibly survived. Though of course Dr. Summers told me there were no survivors from the planet and no proof that life actually existed on that planet"

"So where does the phone being thrown fit in?"

"Well…it's just that I know I've heard the name Virgil Swann before"

"Lois…he was a billionare philanthopist whose daughter was murdered last year. How could you not know about him?"

"No Chloe…I mean I knew about him from someone else…not just the media. I could have sworn I once saw Clark write an e-mail to him.

"Really…Lois what would a billionare want with a farm boy?"

"I asked myself that same question. Trying to figure out why in the world he would be interested in Smallville of all people? So after I got off the phone with Dr. Summers, I went back online and I kept digging. Going as far as looking on a couple alien conspirasy sights…something called Varitas. But each time I seemed to get closer it lead to a dead end. Nothing made any sense. Finally, I got angry and well my phone suffered the consequenses"

"Wow Lo…but you can't really think that those kids are aliens"

"Chloe, Dr. Summers said there was a planet called Krypton. How could Jonny have known that unless it was true? He's 3!"

"Exactly Lois he's 3. It's probably some random coincidence. I mean you're seriously going to take the word of a three year old?"

"And the word of a man how has his PhD in astrophysical anomoliys"

I could tell that I was close…her whole body started to shake slightly in frustration. Chloe only get's twitchy like that whenever I was extremely close to finding out something she really didn't want me to know. Like when I guessed that Jimmy was the one who made her a woman…man she was not happy when I realized that fact. Focus Lois…back to the story.

"Listen Clo" I began trying to calm her down a little "I have no idea if any of this is true. But I need to talk to Clark. This is between the two of us so promise me…don't say anything to him before I talk to him"

"Lois I-"

"No Chloe I'm serious! I know how you are and the second I stop talking is the second you're gonna give Clark a heads up…if you're not doing so already" I stated while giving her a little bit of a stick eye

If I didn't know my cousin I would have said that she had an excellent poker face…lucky for me I knew that the slight twitch in her lip meant that my hunch had been right she was giving Clark a warning. The question was why?

"He has to hear the information I have from me…noone else. So please give me your phone so I know you're not going to tattle tale on me"

I could tell by Chole's pursed lips that she did not want to give me her phone…but knowing that I would get it from her one way or the other (and believe me it's not fun for anybody who chooses the hard way…well it's fun for me not so much for them) she decided to be complacent and take the easy way. I gladly took the phone and began to run out the door before Chloe could dash out the fire escape and drive over to the Kent farm.

"Oh and don't even bother calling from the home phone…I disconnected it and put it somewhere you will never, ever find it" I hid it under a secret floor board just behind the couch that happened to be slightly covered with my muddy jeans that I wore at the latest Monster truck ralley. Since the jeans smelled a little ripe I knew Chloe wouldn't go 10 ft near that mess…even though she probably knew that's where I hide the phone.

And without another word I ran out the door, got into my car, and drove over to the Kents. I needed to think how in the world was I going to explain this to Clark. It sounded crazy in my mind and I was too afraid to say it out loud. I mean how do tell your best frenemie that you think the two children that you found are somehow your children from the future? It didn't make any sense. My brain was hurting from trying to string all these crazy theories together…constantly coming up with dead ends. But the evidence was in their faces…Sara was mine. My daughter. Still, it was hard to tell someone you've know for, what feels like, forever about their unborn children.

I tried to keep level headed as I walked into the back door of the Kent house.

"Lois" Clark began "You do know it's considered polite to knock before you enter someone's house"

There was an edge to his voice, a tell tale sign that Chloe had broken her promise and somehow was able to tell Clark that I was coming. As much as I would have liked to, I wasn't going to focus on exactly how she was able to do that…yet. So, as usual I ignored Smallville and started talking.

"Listen Smallville. I've been up all night without coffee so if you could dial down the sarcasm just a little bit I would greatly appreciate it. Besides I have something really important to tell you"

"Look Lois…I'm busy. The kids are quite a handful and not to mention I have to finish an-"

"Smallville you don't understand. I know Chloe told you I was coming" Clark looked startled as I said the words but I didn't give him enough time to actualy say anything "but I want you to know now that whatever she told you isn't the real reason why I'm here"

"It's not?" Clark was very confused now

"No…not really. I'm here because of this" that's when I showed him Sara's back-pack

If I thought Clark's face looked confused before it was nothing to what I was seeing now. Clark stared at the back-pack like it was some kind of relic. As though it was sacred and needed to be protected.

"What does this mean?" Clark finally replied after a long uncomfortable silence

"I think you know what it means"

"But it's not possible"

"Smallville, they both called me "Mom". They were snooping around your desk saying they were looking for their Dad. Sara looks and acts exactly like me when I was her age. Just like Jonathan is almost a replica of you, Clark"

"What did you call him?" Clark's voice was shaky, uneven, almost broken

"Jonathan, Clark" I repeated "His name is Jonathan, after your father"

Oh man guys…I am so tired. I'll try to write more a little later but I am seriously caffeine deprived and need to go to sleep. I'm sorry I keep cutting off on you guys. I don't mean to leave you hanging…but I have to keep you interested somehow right? Anyway, I'm going to bed. I'll tell you more about everything that's happening tomorrow. I hope you all have a good night.

LL