Xavier watched as Clark's parents, Jonathan and Martha, stepped off the plane and looked around at the hangar. He could tell they were both anxious to see their son and so he wasted no time introducing himself. He rolled up to them, "Hello, I am Professor Xavier. I am sure you are anxious to see your son."

"You bet we are," Jonathan said in a concerned voice. Martha grabbed his hand, Xavier smiled knowing that was a gesture on her part to tell her husband to have patience.

"I will show you the way. I feel I must explain the state of his circumstance. First I must let you know that I know of his origin." Xavier lifted his hand in a reassuring way. "Do not be alarmed, his secret is safe here. As you know how the red kryptonite affects Clark. Ororo has informed you that Clark had attacked this school. We understand he was not in full control of himself."

He rolled along a hallway as he was quiet for a moment. Get on with it! Jonathan thought impatiently. Xavier stopped and smiled inwardly then turned toward them. "Clark was in a battle with some of our students and he is now in a coma."

Martha gasped next to him as her hand flew up to her mouth. "Jonathan..."

"Professor, please take us to our son." Jonathan said. Scenarios ran through his head as all parents do when they hear their child is in a dire situation. They turned the corner of a bright metallic hallway and stopped at a door.

Professor Xavier opened the door and they saw Clark in a bed with the somewhat usual medical monitors hooked up to him. "Oh Clark," Martha said as she moved up next to the bed and grabbed Clark's hand and placed her hand on his forehead. "Will he come out of the Coma?"

"We are hopeful," I will let Dr. McCoy explain things to you.

Just then a large man with glasses walked into the room. "You must be Clark's parents. I am Dr. McCoy, I have been monitoring your son. He seems to have remarkable healing abilities." He walked over to them and pushed a button on one of the devices.

Jonathan and Martha looked at each other. Not used to talking so openly about Clark's abilities.

"His skin seems to be impenetrable other than," He suddenly looked at Professor Xavier. Who was warning him not to mention the incident with Wolverine. He cleared his throat, "Well, um… let me show you." He pulled back the sheet revealing his chest. A diamond pentagon with an infinity sign inside was burned into his chest.

Both Jonathan and Martha gasped. "What is this?" Martha asked.

"We were hoping that you could tell us."

Actually Xavier already knew what it was as Rogue had relayed that information to him when she was relaying Clark's information earlier. He wanted to know if they had known of it.

Rogue sat separate from everyone, leaning against a tree. She needed to be alone. So many things were running through her mind, mostly Clark's memories and abilities. She had no fear of not knowing how to use them. One of the few perks of also absorbing the mind. She knew in her heart that this time it was different. Not only had she nearly killed Clark by sucking him to the edge of death, but he was also an alien. She didn't know what effects that would have on her.

That first day she had shared all she knew about Clark with Professor Xavier so they could help Clark. She let out a small laugh. Alien? Who would have thought? He looked so normal. Of course, so do I.

Chloe looked at the keys in her hand, watching them as if they were doing a little show just for her. Two of the keys were enemies, but in the same way very precious to her. One to the school's back door, the other to the Torch office.

It had been ten days now since her two best friends had vanished. She had looked for days in Metropolis to find Clark, she had hoped Pete would be in the same place. She was sure she would find them there. She planned on going again tomorrow.

She knew that it was better to leave the room alone. If she left the room alone then she wouldn't be investigating Clark. She wouldn't be tempted to put more information up on the board. She knew if she went she would be putting her friendship with Clark at risk. No, she knew it would be finished.

But what if she did the research to find her friends? Yes, she was doing this to help them. She wasn't going to do this to find out about Clark she was doing it to find him. What if somewhere in this mystery was the answer to why they were gone? But deep inside her she knew it wasn't to find them; the reporter in her wanted to know everything there was to know about the mystery that was "Clark Kent."

She put the key in the door. Her heart beat faster as if she were doing something to break the law. She turned the key and quickly stepped inside the school then let out a sigh of relief. Through the dark halls she found her way to the Torch office and let herself in.

Bobby was sick of this. He knew that Rogue needed time. But he wanted to help and something told him that even though she said she wanted to be alone, she really didn't. He knew exactly where she would be. Other than coming in for class, food or sleep she always made her way back to the tree.

He slowed when he approached the tree. He could see her feet sticking out on the other side. He took a deep breath then approached her. "Rogue, I know you said you want to be alone, but I don't believe you anymore. And I believe you need someone to talk to."

"Did the Professor send you?" She asked as her voice cracked. He could hear she had been crying.

"No," quickly Bobby moved closer and knelt beside her. She had tears streaming down her face. It looked like she had been crying for a good while. "Rogue..." was all he could get out. He placed his arms around her and hugged.

"Bobby..." She said as she started to cry more. She hugged him tighter as the sobs got stronger. "I thought you wouldn't...I thought you wouldn't like me anymore."

"How could you think that?" Bobby asked in a strained voice as he felt as if his ribs were being crushed.

"Oh sorry," she said as she loosened her grip. "Everyone has been avoiding me... like the plague... I nearly killed Clark." She said as the crying subdued a little.

"No, no we all thought you wanted space. You told me to stay away."

"Then you don't hate me?"

"I could never hate you." They finally let go of each other and Bobby sat on the ground facing her. "Now is there anything else you would like to talk about?" Bobby asked as he smiled. Glad he had not left her alone a moment longer.

Dr. Henry McCoy was running through the hall excited. He almost bowled over a couple students as he ran, but dodged them at the last second. "My apologies!" He said as he continued on his way. Seconds later he was at Professor Xavier's office. "Professor! I-" He stopped as he saw eight young faces looking back at him. "I'm sorry I did not realize you had a class." He turned to leave.

"Hank, please stop." Xavier said, then he looked at the children. "Please write a page on your theories of the "butterfly effect" and turn them in to me tomorrow." The class then left the room.

"I'm sorry." Hank said as his face lit up once more from excitement.

"No harm, no foul. Please tell me what you have found."

"Clark is the most amazing... well anyway I have found that his abilities appear to be linked directly with the sun. I was growing some Fersilius Corsicrun; it's a plant with the amazing ability to- well back to the point. When I upped the power on the lamps there was a spike in Clark's charts. When I discovered the change at first I was baffled, but then I realized that his change happened at the same time that I adjusted the lamps. You see I have modified some of my lamps to duplicate sunlight. So I tested my theory and moved the lamps to be giving Clark direct sunlight. And he instantly started to show improvement. At this rate he should be awake by the end of the day."

"What have you done?" A familiar and hated voice asked.

"No! Stay away from me!" Clark yelled back.

"What have you done, my son?" Jor-El choked in sorrow.

"If it weren't for you I wouldn't be here!" Clark yelled angrily.

"I did not do this. You are the one to have chosen this path."

"Why do you want me to rule the world? I will not do it. I don't want to harm anyone."

"Your actions would suggest otherwise."

"You have no control over me!"

"No, I don't, and I see now that you were not ready to accept your calling."

"I will not harm anyone for you!"

"My son, I have never asked you to do harm."

"You threatened my family. You threatened to hurt them if I didn't leave."

"I was trying to protect them."

"Protect them from what?! You threatened them!"

"I was protecting them from you, my son."

Clark felt as if he had just been slapped in the face. Shock spread across his mind. Was I such a horrible monster that he thought I would hurt them? Then he thought to all that had happened. He had hurt them. His mere arrival to this world was cataclysmic.

Lana's parents killed, my fault.

Tina and her shape shifting, my fault.

Greg and his bug problem, my fault.

Lex and his baldness, my fault.

Sean permanently cold, my fault.

Coach Walt's pyrokinesis, my fault.

Principal Kwan's murder, my fault.

The nicodemus plant, Jeremy Creek in a coma, Ian and well, Ian, Dr. Walden, Dr. Hamilton, and countless others affected by the meteors, all my fault.

I am a monster.