A/N: Hi all! It has been a ridiculously hot minute since I have poked my head in here last, but I've really been wanting to get back into writing again. I cannot remember what the main plot line for this fic is, and I really want to start it back up, but I might have to revise it again. I know I'm so sorry. If anyone who has favorited this, liked it, followed it, etc. is still interested PLEASE let me know and I'll give myself an early season Smallville refresher as well as a Teen Wolf refresher and dive back into it. I might do it regardless because I still have a special place for it. I'm also pretty sure I'm not supposed to use chapters as an author's note plop so shall I give a short ficlet below!

The day had started out beautifully and after he finished helping his Uncle J with tending to the cattle, he had decided to take a drive to a nearby nature preserve. There was a peaceful spot not too far into the woods near a small creek he liked to go to when his thoughts became too heavy or when he just needed some alone time. A place he had grown fond of because he could never have anything like it in Beacon Hills.

He liked to go there and do some reading or maybe even some writing. Now that he was a reporter for The Torch, he had to give Chloe at least one eye grabbing story a week. Not that it was a hard thing with all the weird things that happened there on a weekly biweekly basis but with his ADHD he couldn't always focus with Chloe buzzing around the "office" with her innocent yet consistent chatter.

He also enjoyed using the time he spent there to write to his dad. They talked often via text, email, phone call, and facetime but the best conversation came from their letters. They could write down their thoughts without feeling hesitant and they were the only conversations that nobody else would ever know about or overhear. It was the only time he could hear from his dad without interruption, and it meant everything to him when the letters arrived in the mail.

It was the startling loud thunder that pulled him from his thoughts as it vibrated the ground and blasted the sky. He still wasn't used to the intensity of the storms that would wreak havoc across Kansas. Yet, he knew that was his cue to get back home so he quickly gathered his things and made his way back to the jeep.

Smallville had been storm central all week and yet more severe weather was coming. Tornados had wrecked other areas across the state and the weatherman said that they could be next. Stiles believed it too as the dark clouds drowned out the sun and took up more of the sky as he drove back towards the farm. He was about two miles away when his jeep had a mishap forcing him to pull over. Once out of the jeep he quickly noticed the rear driver's side tire blew leaving him stranded on the side of the road.

"Great," Stiles sighed out loud, "just what I needed."

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone hoping to get a ride back but to his surprise his pocket was empty, and he quickly started patting himself down desperately searching for it. He checked his bag, his jeep, the ground, but he still came up empty handed.

"Freaking great!" He huffed kicking the back tire of the jeep.

Now, he wasn't feeling so peaceful as he made his way back to the house. In fact, he felt a little anxious. The dark clouds were somehow becoming even darker and as he watched the sky, he felt a cold raindrop make contact with his cheek. It felt good on his skin but the moment after the rest came. It didn't take long for his hair to start sticking to his forehead. He wasn't going to let a little rain slow him down though and he kept his pace running when he could and walking when he had to.

He was a fourth mile from the farm when he noticed that the clouds were swirling ahead of him. He may not have been raised in a place with tornados, but he had studied up on them in the past during fixations from YouTube rabbit holes of people chasing tornados. He just didn't know what to do as the clouds started to form a tail and within a minute said tail was on the ground heading towards him and the farm.

Stiles was tired, he didn't know if he could run much more, lacrosse had him in shape when he lived in Beacon Hills but even then, he never ran two miles worth and that was a year ago since he went through practice and conditioning. He pushed himself though.

By the time he reached the driveway the wind had picked up tremendously and now pushed against the front of him harshly. He could see his aunt rush onto the front porch with worry on her face as he ran up the drive.

"Get to the cellar!" He yelled frantically through his gasps for air.

"Stiles!" Martha called through the wind. "Keep running!"

The eerie sound of a freight train got louder as the tornado got closer and he could see the fear on her face as he made it farther up the drive. He was almost there when out of nowhere a piece of debris came flying hitting him in the head.

The force sent him backwards slamming him onto the ground. The air left his lungs and for a moment he couldn't breathe. His eyes fluttered trying to stay open, but he couldn't focus. Stiles thought he heard his aunt scream but that could've also been the ringing in his ears making him hear things. He tried to get up, but his body was too heavy.

All he knew was that there was a train, and it was getting closer.

Too close.

**POV SWITCH**

The Talon was busy as usual when he arrived. He was there to get a coffee from his favorite barista and hang out with his two best friends Pete and Chloe. Sometimes Lex would be there too, but he was out of town for the day dealing with corporate drama in Metropolis which typically boiled down to just having daddy issues that wasn't any of his business though. He did sympathize with his friend though. He often butted heads with his dad too.

That's another reason Clark often went to The Talon. It was a great place to escape from the farm when he wasn't busy with chores. Typically, his daily tasks wouldn't take him too long thanks to his powers. However, with Stiles around now he had to be more careful and that meant he wasn't always able to escape when he wanted to. Today was one of those days he could escape through and once he got the chance to leave, he quickly took it.

He was listening to one of Chloe's investigation reports for The Wall of Weird when the sirens in the town started going off. The coffee shop quieted suddenly, and he found himself outside the door to see what was going on. There weren't any tornados nearby, but he could hear Lana's radio broadcasting that there was a tornado in the area, so he began to listen with his super hearing to locate where it was.

"Clark," He heard his mother's voice scream, "Clark!" He heard it again.

Turning to his friends he thought quickly, "You guys should go back inside," he ushered, "I'm going to get home. My mom doesn't like to be home alone during bad weather." He lied. That wasn't unusual for him during emergencies though. He turned and began jogging down the street as if he parked somewhere else before going down an alley so he could speed off without being seen.

It took him but a moment and he was home.

He stopped in the driveway and took in the scene before him. His mom stood in the cellar with the doors open as a tornado barreled towards his home. The wind was deafening and slightly disorienting but that didn't stop him from seeing his cousin unconscious in the gravel 50 feet from his mother.

"Get inside" he told her as he ran up to Stiles effortlessly scooping him into his arms and sped into the cellar. He gently lay him on the ground with his head on his mom's lap.

A gasp escaped her lips, "he's bleeding," but there was no time. The tornado was on top of them, and Clark placed himself over them shielding them from any more harm.

In an instant it was all over. One moment the cellar doors shook and groaned from the heavy wind and the next everything was quiet aside from his mother's heavy breathing. He waited a minute before going outside to make sure they were safe. The tornado was gone but his house had some minor damage as well as the barn. When he came back down, he saw his mother still holding Stiles, her hand clamped over his forehead with blood seeping through her fingers.

"Let's get him in better light," his mom whispered, and Clark didn't hesitate.

He quickly scooped him up again and took him back outside. At that moment his dad came pulling in the driveway at a fast pace and barely had the truck in park for jumping out.

"Is everyone alright?" he asked before seeing Stile's unconscious and blood smeared across his entire forehead and in his hair. "What happened?" He stammered as he took the boy into his arms, half falling, half stumbling to his knees.

"A piece of debris hit him," Martha cried. "I saw him running up the driveway after trying to call him again, but it was already here. He was almost to the cellar when it hit him." She crouched down next to them.

A large cut started at the outer corner of his right eyebrow and angled towards the left side of his forehead going halfway across towards his hairline. "I didn't know what to do so I called for Clark." Tears continued down her cheeks.

Johnathan had concern and sympathy plastered on his face. "He needs a hospital." He said as he wiped some hair from the cut. "Clark, get him to Smallville Medical Center. Your mom and I will be behind you in the truck."

Clark didn't hesitate. He scooped his cousin up again and used his super speed to get him to the hospital in seconds.

**POV SWITCH**

The first thing that he knew was that his head ached. Nothing severe but the dull edge on a migraine lingered in the void that he assumed was his head. Surely his voice isn't just an entity in a dark void of nothing? Nah, he couldn't get that lucky. He attempted to open his eyes, but it was hard. His body felt heavy and stiff. Like he had been laying in one position without moving for far too long.

Moving. That word resonated with him a bit. Shouldn't he be moving?

That's when the sense of urgency hit him, and panic filled him instantaneously. The storm, the tornado, Martha they had to get to safety! His eyes sprung open, and he tried to sit up quickly, too quickly. Dizziness hit him hard, and he heard someone say his name before a warm hand gently eased him back down.

"Stiles, its ok. You're ok." The voice matched the warm hand. He looked over to see who was talking to him and his confused eyes met gentle ones.

"I'm in the hospital?" Stiles croaked. "What happened?"

"You got hit with debris during the tornado," Clark said softly. The doctor told them that Stiles would probably have a horrible headache when he woke, and he wanted to be mindful of that.

Stiles looked confused. "I remember running, I was almost there and Mar-" he trailed off in horror before starting to panic again. "Aunt Martha. Clark, your mom. She was there too! Is she ok?"

"I'm fine sweetheart." She assured him. She sat across the room on the other side of his bed.

He looked in her direction too quickly and grimaced. That's when he felt something on his forehead. His hand went to investigate, and he felt a tug in his arm as he moved it. His eyes followed up his arm and found a needle in his vein from the IV. He then used his fingers to explore and found a large gauze bandage that took up most of his forehead.

"You got a nasty cut," his aunt explained, "you'll have a bandage for a few days."

"When can I leave here?" He asked, hopeful the answer would be in his favor.

"Pete is helping your uncle get your jeep back home but once he's back I'm sure we can start paperwork." She explained with a smile at the end.

"I was going to call but I couldn't find my phone." Stiles said embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

He hung his head in shame. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Of course not," Martha interjected softly. "You did nothing wrong." She took his hand into his. "I'm just glad you're ok." A tear welled up in her eyes.

Relief washed over him, and he was able to let his body relax. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep again but that was ok because for the first time in a long time he felt a mother's love.

A/N: Ok so, what did you think? I haven't written in a few years, and it clearly shows but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! As always if you feel like it you can leave a review but please don't be too harsh See you again soon! Hopefully!