Pete got out of the truck and found that the strangers had gotten into a jet. He was completely shocked by the sight of a jet in the middle of trees. First, there was no runway and second, he had never seen a jet like it before in his life. It was sleek and black with the wings pointing forward. It looked like a plane from a sci-fi movie.
He knew he should have called Mr. Kent, but he also knew that Clark wouldn't let any of them get near him. He didn't want to wait. He pounded on the door or what he thought was the door. He didn't hear anything so he pounded on it again. He knocked on the door about three minutes before it started to open and Pete jumped to the side as it touched the ground where he had been standing.
A man walked out and looked at him. Or Pete thought he was looking at him because he couldn't see his eyes as a visor covered them. Pete didn't know what he was doing. He just stood there and wished that he had thought it through more. "I'm sorry I made a mistake." Pete said and then he turned to walk away.
The man reached out and grabbed Pete's arm. "Wait kid. What's going on?"
"I'm sorry I need to go." Pete said. Trying to free himself from the man's grip.
"You can tell us." A woman said as she walked out.
"It's okay you can trust us." The man added.
"I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry for disturbing you." Pete said as he pulled away. He kept walking and started to mumble to himself. "Smart Pete, real smart. What was I thinking?"
"Yes Pete, what were you thinking?" Clark said as he stepped out from behind a tree.
"Clark!" Pete said surprised. He stopped walking. What luck, Pete thought to himself. He had the green kryptonite in his pocket. Now if only he could get Clark to move closer.
"So, you were going to tell them of my secret huh?"
"No," Pete said instinctively then quickly changed his answer. "Yes, Clark I was going to tell them your secret." Pete hoped Clark would go to attack him. He only hoped the kryptonite would work fast enough.
"I guess, I know I can't trust you now." He took a step closer. Pete was getting excited he was only about six feet from him. "No matter to me though. Nothing does anymore." He said as he took another step closer.
Pete couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the kryptonite out of his pocket and stepped closer at the same time. It came to life with light as soon as Pete had it near Clark. Pete felt a pang of guilt as he watched Clark weakly fall to his knees. "Pete." Clark said, pain in his voice as he fell the rest of the way to the ground.
"I'm sorry Clark, it's the only way."
Ororo and Scott had followed after the boy and saw the conversation. Ororo didn't quite catch what was going on. She wasn't close enough to understand what they were saying. Then she saw the boy pull out a glowing green ball and when it got close to Kal-El he fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Ororo said as she and Scott stepped out of the trees.
"Help me." Kal-El said as he looked at Ororo. She moved quickly and saw that it wasn't a ball, but some sort of rock. She pulled it from the boy's hands.
"No!" The boy yelled as he tried to get the rock back. "No!" He yelled again.
Ororo knew it was hurting Kal-El and she wanted to get it away from him. How could this boy be so cruel? She knew they weren't to let Kal-El know of their abilities, but if she didn't help him it looked like he might die. "Cyclops." She said then threw the rock in the air. Scott used his optic blast and the rock exploded and disintegrated.
"What did you do?" the boy yelled frantically. "No!" Next thing Ororo knew Kal-El was holding the boy up in the air by his neck. "Clark." The boy croaked not quite able to speak right.
"What were you doing Pete? You know you can't get rid of me that easy."
"Clark?" She looked at Kal-El. "Kal-El, let him go!" Ororo said starting to realize she had made a mistake.
"Thank you." Kal-El said as he turned to Ororo with a menacing look.
"Let him go!" Scott said as he placed his hand by his visor ready to fire.
"Goodbye, Pete." Kal-El said as he threw the boy at Scott. The next second he was gone. Ororo looked around, but couldn't see him. Scott got up and picked up the unconscious boy.
"Is he okay?" Storm asked kicking herself for acting so rashly.
"I don't know, but he is alive. We better go talk to the Professor." They both got into the jet. Scott strapped the boy to one of the beds to keep him from rolling around the jet.
Ororo went and turned on the engines. She was so mad at herself. She had thought the boy was being cruel, but now it looks as though he was trying to help. She turned on the engines. They needed to get back to the mansion and make sure the boy is okay. Scott came up and put his seat belt on as he turned on the communication.
"Oops," Ororo said.
"Yeah, oops," added Scott.
Jonathan sat in the chair that was sitting next to Martha's hospital bed. He was glad she finally fell asleep. She had been crying off and on since the accident. He finally got her to sleep about an hour ago. He rested his head on the back of his chair. The pain in his heart hurt so much. His eyes started to well up with tears again and he couldn't stop himself from crying. He had wanted the child more than anything in the world. Even more so because Martha had wanted it so badly.
What had Clark been thinking? He was so angry with him right now. He still loved him, but he had risked his family. His wife was in the hospital and she could have died. All because of Clark's rash thinking. He should have told them the truth. They could have helped him somehow.
He heard a soft tap on the door. He looked over at Martha to make sure she was still asleep. He wiped his eyes off and stepped out into the hall. Lana was standing there tears streaming down her face. "What's wrong?"
"He's gone, I didn't know what to do... and Pete went after him." She said frantically between sobs.
"Wait slow down. Who's gone?" Jonathan asked as he grabbed Lana's shoulders trying to calm her.
"Clark, he got on your motorcycle and left."
"What? Clark left? When?" Jonathan asked not sure he was hearing it right.
"Yesterday, after he found out about the baby."
Jonathan felt his heart sink, he had to force himself to stay standing. He felt as if his whole world were falling apart. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I thought he just needed to blow off some steam and I thought Pete would bring him back, but I haven't seen either of them."
Jonathan's mind felt like it was shutting down. He just lost the baby, he couldn't loose his son too. Now he was angry with himself. He shouldn't have yelled at Clark. "You say Pete went after him?" Lana nodded hugging herself. "Do you know which direction they went?"
"North, I think." Lana hugged herself as she rocked on back and forth on her feet.
"Lana, can you stay here with Martha?" Jonathan asked and Lana nodded yes. "When she wakes up tell her I went home to do some farm work. Don't tell her about Clark yet?"
Jonathan was driving in a rented car down the highway at high speeds. He didn't know if he could take anymore heartache. 'Not now,' this was almost too much to handle.