Chloe entered Smallville Medical Center where Clark and Emmeline were waiting for her as she requested. "Hey. Sorry I couldn't get here faster, but, you know, I have to drive."

"You dragged us out of bed because someone hurt Lex," Clark said dryly, clearly a little tired of Lex getting attacked as much as any of them, especially because most of the time it was a result of his own poor choices.

"They did more than just hurt, Clark. Jimmy snapped a photo." Chloe handed him the picture Jimmy had taken of Lex's injured chest that had sent him to the hospital in the first place. The picture showed what all of them recognized as Kryptonian symbols. "That was carved onto Lex's chest. What does it say?"

"They're symbols. One for 'Traveler' and the other for 'Savior'."

"There's only one group that appointed themselves the Savior of the Traveler."

"Veritas."

"But Queen, Teague, Swann, Lionel, all the members of Veritas are dead."

Clark started slowly walking down the hallway. "So who else could know about the Traveler?"

"Or, more importantly, how to control him? I mean, Lionel said whoever had the two keys would find the device to control you. Now, what if Lex was attacked because he has both keys and he used them?" Chloe stopped him and stood in front of him. "While you were away, I tracked Lex and the keys to a safety deposit box in Zurich."

"Then we're too late?"

"Well, as far as I can tell, you're still steering your own ship, which means that whatever was in that box hasn't taken the wheel…yet."

"Well, that's comforting," Clark said sarcastically.

"Well, maybe it's because Lex doesn't know who you are."

"There's only one way to find out." Clark went straight for Lex's hospital room.

"You're not serious."

However, when they opened the door to the room, it was empty.

"We probably should've guessed this from the lack of security," Emmeline said.

"Looks like your Q&A will have to wait," Chloe added.

At the Isis Foundation, Chloe pulled up all of the pictures Jimmy had taken at the hospital on the computer screens to see if they could glean any more information about Lex and what he'd found in Zurich and who had attacked him.

"Savior. Traveler," Clark said as he looked at the symbols again.

"I guess skywriting is passé," Chloe said.

"Chloe, the person who did this may have kidnapped Lex."

"If they did, they only did it to save you."

"That's the last thing I need, someone going around killing people in my name."

"That's probably how God felt about the Crusades."

"Why carve Kryptonian symbols into Lex's chest?"

"Lex got himself into this."

"Yeah, but I let him."

"Clark, you cannot be blaming yourself for Lex's actions," Emmeline said firmly. "You didn't let him do anything, he was smart enough to use all of his money and power to get what he wanted and I doubt even you could've stood in his way."

Clark appeared to consider her words and then his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at one of the pictures. "Wait. Go back."

Chloe pulled up the last picture Clark had seen.

Clark pointed to some of the lines on Lex's chest. "Right there, where the symbols overlap. Guys, it creates a third symbol, 'Sanctuary'."

"Like this?" Chloe highlighted the small top three lines of the carving.

"Yeah. There's no Kryptonian word that translates directly to church. Sanctuary would be the closest match. And if you look at it that way, then 'Savior' could be…"

"Angel or…saint." Chloe did a quick search. "The patron saint of travelers is…St. Christopher. Hand me your phone." When Clark gave her his cell phone, Chloe quickly entered the address she'd found into his GPS. "Perfect. Everything you need at your fingertips. That'll take you where you need to go. Okay, there's only one St. Christopher's cathedral on this continent, and it's in Montréal."

Emmeline was just about to get ready for bed when her cell phone rang.

"Em, something's wrong," Chloe said urgently.

"What? What happened?"

"Jimmy researched more on the symbol carved into Lex and started making a connection between that and the other times Kryptonian symbols have popped up over Smallville, like in the Kawatche caves. I tried to play damage control and divert his attention, but then he showed me one of the drawings in the caves that was below Lex's symbol. I'm sending it to you now."

Emmeline's phone beeped to indicate a text message had come through. She opened it up and saw a simple drawing of a figure standing inside of a boxed circle. "What does Jimmy know about this symbol that Clark wouldn't?"

"He did more research on that too. And according to him, that picture is a human sacrifice."

Emmeline's heart skipped a beat. "You don't think…"

"I think that I'm not going to risk anything, especially because I think Lex is already up there too. I'll contact Oliver and get a private jet to take us to Montréal."

"No, Chloe, wait. Let me handle this."

"Em—"

"I've been training for a year with Oliver for moments exactly like this. I can do this."

"Okay, I'll let you do the heavy-lifting, but at least let me come with you."

"No. Chloe, please just trust me when I say that I can get there faster. I'll explain more later, okay? I promise."

"…Okay. Hurry up then. Let me know as soon as you can that you're both safe. If I don't hear from you by midnight, then I'm coming after you whether you like it or not."

"Deal."

Emmeline quickly snapped her phone shut.

She pushed a button on the side of the back wall, and it pulled back to reveal a closet that held several bows and arrows. She selected the easiest bow to carry and slipped both that and a quiver full of several types of arrows over her shoulder.

Then she went out onto the balcony and took a deep breath. Clark needed her and the fastest way to get to him in Montréal…was to run. But she'd only used her power of speed once before and that was months ago. This was also way farther than back then. Last time, she'd only needed to go up a few floors in the same building. This time, she needed to cross into an entirely different country.

"I can do this," she breathed. "Clark needs me, and he needs me now."

Emmeline closed her eyes and tried to pull at the power she knew was somewhere inside of her.

"Please, Dad…help me save him."

She felt a somewhat familiar energy begin to charge through her. She just hoped it would be enough to help her run and help her run fast and far. If she booked it over this balcony and her power didn't kick in, she didn't think she would get seriously hurt, but it would raise a lot of bad questions from a lot of people that she wouldn't want to answer.

With one final deep breath, Emmeline opened her eyes and sprinted forward.

The next thing she knew, the world around her completely stopped as she continued to move. The power coursing through her body as she ran through Metropolis and Smallville and then Nebraska and then North Dakota was nothing short of exhilarating. It felt as if she could run forever and across any distance several times over.

It took all of her focus and concentration and energy to stop running once she made it to Montréal. Every cell inside her wanted her to keep going until she had nothing left. But she forced herself to override the powerful urge and stopped safely away at the entrance of an alley where no one would see her sudden appearance.

She tried to catch her breath from the sprint, and when she looked up at a nearby clock in a store window, she discovered that barely a minute had passed. It probably would've been less if she'd known the exact route to get here.

She didn't think she would ever be able to truly accept just how much she was now capable of.

Once the power surge inside her had died down and she could function normally again, Emmeline secured the bow and arrows around her shoulder and quickly made her way down the street to the church just a block away. She tried to be discreet since a person walking into a church with a weapon probably would be frowned upon.

Fortunately for her, the front doors were still open because she would've felt really guilty having to break into a church in addition to bringing a weapon with her. She easily slipped inside and made her way down the several stained glass halls trying to find some hint that Clark was still here.

"Clark?" she whispered, hoping that he could hear her with his enhanced hearing. "If you're here, please say something or make some noise, even a small one, so I can find you."

She didn't hear anything with her normal hearing, and she didn't want to risk using her hearing ability and giving herself another migraine when she needed to be at the top of her game.

Finally, in the back of the church, she came across Clark laying on top of a stone table unconscious.

Emmeline started to run to him, but then she was hit with a familiar all-encompassing indescribable pain. She quickly backed up again until the pain faded. Only then did she see that the reason Clark was unconscious was because he was surrounded by liquid kryptonite that had flowed into small grooves in the stone.

"Oh, crap," she whispered.

Maybe she should've brought Chloe along. Between the three of them, she was currently the only one impervious to the green rocks. But if Emmeline had waited for Chloe to get here in a plane, Clark might've been dead by then.

She would have to figure this out on her own.

Emmeline looked at the chains keeping Clark tied to the table. She stood up straight and aimed her eyes directly at the links, but to her frustration, nothing happened.

"Come on, come on," she said to herself as she hopped on her feet to get her blood moving.

She looked intensely at the chain again, but the power she'd felt once before didn't return.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Recalling how this particular ability was activated, Emmeline's face flushed. This was really embarrassing, but if she wanted to save Clark's life, she would have to swallow her pride. No one would have to know.

Emmeline shut her eyes and pictured Oliver's muscular and tanned body as they trained together and his fluid movements as he came up close to her and taught her how to move her own.

Familiar fiery power rose up inside her, and when she opened her eyes, wavy beams of heat glared in the direction of the chains and one of them melted away so that Clark's left arm was free. When the wavy beams stopped, Emmeline put her hands to her aching eyes and blinked a few times to clear away the pain.

Now she had to figure out what to do about the other one. She couldn't see the chain from this angle, and to be able to see it, she would have to get close to the kryptonite-filled table which meant she wasn't going to be able to use her already-flimsy powers anymore.

Emmeline pulled one of the arrows out of the quiver and loaded up the bow. Taking a deep breath, she inched forward and the kryptonite-induced pain quickly flooded through her entire body. How had Clark lived with this weakness all these years? How was he not more afraid of what kryptonite could do? How did he not live in constant fear of the next time he would experience this sheer level of agony? Was she even feeling the full effects of it? If her powers were still weak, then could it stand to reason that the kryptonite wasn't as bad as it could be? Could Clark truly be feeling even worse than her?

Emmeline stopped when she was able to see Clark's other chained wrist. She had to aim carefully. If she missed, she would melt Clark's hand right off. He'd be fine again once he was away from the kryptonite, but she didn't want to put him through even more torture if she could help it.

Recalling Oliver's lesson on focusing through the pain, she took deep even breaths and put all of her focus and attention onto the chain on the table. Then she drew back her bow, aimed, and released it.

The arrow landed directly inside one of the chain links and began to melt the iron until it completely dissolved and Clark's right arm was free.

She put the bow and quiver onto the ground and then took a few quick breaths to steel herself for the even more intense sheer pain she was about to experience.

Then she raced towards Clark and stumbled when the liquid kryptonite effects hit her with its full brutality. Breathing through the agony, she continued over to the stone table. Once she made it to Clark's side, a wave of nausea overcame her that had nothing to do with the kryptonite.

Someone had carved a Kryptonian symbol deep onto Clark's chest, just like they'd done to Lex. It looked excruciatingly painful, and it was no wonder that he had passed out. She had to get him away from this table now.

Praying that Oliver's training had strengthened her enough without her new abilities, she took Clark's arms, put them around her neck, and moved away from the table so that she was holding onto his arms and half-dragging him behind her, his bloodied chest soaking the back of her jacket.

It was uncomfortable and painful and it took all of her remaining energy to carry him like this, but just like she'd done in all her training sessions, she pushed through the pain to achieve her goal. She wouldn't stop. She refused to quit. Nothing was going to keep her from getting them both out of this room.

Once she'd finally gotten far enough away from the kryptonite-laden table, she ungracefully collapsed onto the ground with Clark and tried to catch her breath, sweat pouring over her entire body.

The massive wound on Clark's chest flashed as it healed over, and he suddenly sat up with a gasp. He looked around him, seeing that he was no longer chained up on a stone table, and then looked over. "Em?" He put his hand to her sweaty face. "What happened? How did you get here?" He then noticed the back of her blood-stained jacket. "What happened to you?"

"We need to talk," she panted, "but we can do that…after you stop Lex."

"Lex is here?"

"I think so."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine. Go."

Clark ripped the dangling damaged chain cuffs off his wrists then zoomed off.

Emmeline forced herself up off the ground and retrieved the bow and quiver. The arrow was destroyed in the process of melting the chain so there wouldn't be any evidence it was there, and thankfully, that meant she didn't have to go over to the table to get it back.

"Em," Clark said.

"That was fast," Emmeline said still out of breath and leaning against the wall for support.

"We need to get out of here."

"Agreed. Can we go to your loft?"

Seeing her weakened state, Clark decided to get them out now and ask questions later. "Yeah." He quickly came over to her and hefted her up into his arms. Then he sped out of the church and ran all the way back to Smallville until he was standing in the middle of the loft in the barn at the Kent home.

Clark gently set her down on the couch. Before Emmeline could even blink, he handed her a glass of water he hadn't had a second ago.

"Thanks," she told him as she took off the blood-drenched jacket. "I feel like I should be treating you though after what I just witnessed. What happened up there?"

Clark decided to ease them into the conversation they both knew was coming. "It was Edward Teague."

"Edward Teague? I thought he was dead."

"So did I. Apparently, he hid well enough from Lionel Luthor to survive and was awaiting the Traveler. Let's just say he wasn't exactly pleased when I told him that I had no intention of killing Lex to stop him."

"Clearly. And I take it they're both still alive."

"Yes."

"Teague knows who you are and judging from what I just saw, he knows your weakness. What if he tries to kill you again?"

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there." After a long pause, Clark continued hesitantly, "Em…you said back there that we needed to talk and I have a feeling that's the reason you wanted me to bring here you here. What is it…that you need to talk about?"

Emmeline finished her glass of water, but her mouth still felt dry. She knew she couldn't put this off any longer, nor did she want to. After all she'd done tonight, it was time. It had been time for a while.

"It's fitting to have this conversation here," she said more to herself than to him. She recalled two and a half years ago when she'd found out Clark's secret and they'd spent the rest of the night up here together as he explained who he was and where he came from. Looking everywhere but at him, she said quietly, "Remember how I said that I'd found out something about my dad that I was trying to process?"

"Yeah."

Emmeline took a deep breath and then ripped the bandage off in one go. "My father was from Krypton."

Clark looked at her surprised, but not nearly as surprised as he should've been.

"Something tells me you already had your suspicions, didn't you?"

"Sort of, yeah. It was when I experienced the alternate world where I hadn't come to Earth. You had my abilities there. I wasn't sure if you had them here too. But I didn't know how you had them. I met your biological mother who wasn't Kryptonian and you'd been around kryptonite before with no issues. Your dad being from Krypton makes a bit of sense, but did you only get my abilities recently?"

"Yeah. The first sign that I had your powers was about a year ago when I accidentally set an archery target on fire after one of my training sessions with Oliver. I tried to ignore it or believe that it was some weird fluke, but in the back of my head, I always knew something was happening to me. Then more abilities started developing, but they would happen at random and I usually couldn't control them, not that I was really actively trying. That was when I confronted Hannah, and she told me about my dad, Eldon. I admittedly didn't take that news very well."

"I get that."

"What do you mean? Didn't you always know you weren't from Earth?"

"I knew I was different, but for the longest time, I thought I was just a human with powers. It wasn't until freshman year of high school that my parents showed me my ship and told me the truth. I didn't take that very well either."

That was a really comforting thought. It was nice knowing that her reaction to Hannah's news wasn't completely unique or unjustified.

"Why didn't you tell me about all of this sooner?" Clark asked.

"I wanted to, believe me. I tried so many times."

"I guess I don't really have a right to ask that."

"No, you do. At first, it was because I was so determined to convince myself that it was temporary or something. I mean, I just couldn't possibly imagine a world where I had your abilities. It was too much. But…then the Phantom version of you found out I had your powers when I saved Chloe and Jimmy from a bomb at Christmas. And that's why he tried to kill me. I know in my head that it wasn't you, but I had a really hard time separating who I know you to be with the image of you strangling me. That's…the reason why I wanted to talk about this in the loft. I couldn't do it in my apartment after what happened."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Hannah does, obviously, but that's it. This was something I knew that I had to tell you first before anyone else."

Clark sat down on the couch next to Emmeline, his brain trying to process all of this information. She had had his abilities, however sporadic they were, for an entire year and he hadn't even suspected anything? Had he really been so absorbed with Lana all this time? How could he not have known all of this was happening to her?

"I'm sorry you didn't feel like you could tell me about this," he said softly.

"It wasn't just you. I was having a hard time coming to terms with what it all meant for me."

"So…what do we do now?"

"I have no idea. Hannah doesn't understand why I have powers either. According to her, my dad did something to me after I was born that was supposed to suppress all of my Kryptonian cells so that I was essentially human. Something must've happened to overpower that."

"Do you think it could've been…when I turned back time?"

"You know…that makes sense. Such a huge shift could've been enough to suddenly knock those dormant cells into overdrive. And that would explain why I gradually remembered that day when I shouldn't have. That was the start of my Kryptonian cells charging up. Since then, they've gotten stronger and now I have the powers too and kryptonite affects me."

"What was your father doing here in the first place?"

Emmeline smiled softly. "You know, our dads were friends."

"That doesn't give me a whole lot of confidence."

"I think the real Jor-El might've been different than the copy we have of him here. Your mother spoke highly of him. And Hannah said that Eldon thought of him like a brother. Eldon really loved my mother. When he found out she was pregnant with me, he stayed the entire time and only left after I was born. They had to give me up because if anyone on Krypton found out, they would've killed both of us for breaking their law of interspecies relations. But Eldon trusted your father and mother enough to tell them about me and Hannah. When I met your mother, she told me that we were all he could talk about when he came back. And then he left me and Hannah messages just before the planet went up. I could…play it for you sometime if you want to hear it."

Eldon seemed to be so different than his own father, but he also knew that Jor-El had had his own passionate excursion when he'd come to Earth, and he wondered if the Jor-El he knew from the Fortress was really anything like who he'd really been on Krypton. "I'd like that."

The next afternoon while Clark did his chores and replayed his and Emmeline's conversation the previous night, Chloe came in with some pictures from the cave walls and told him the story Jimmy had shared with her about the age-old battle between good and evil.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Clark, but the writing is literally on the wall," she said to him as she showed him a cave drawing of two figures melded together.

"You're buying into this whole Naman-Sageeth mythology?" Clark asked.

"After hearing from Em about you being strapped down exactly like the human sacrifice in the cave drawings? In a word, yes."

"It wasn't a myth that tried to kill me, Chloe. It was a man."

"And thanks to you saving him, that man is still out there."

"Chloe, when Teague was performing the ritual, I realized that on some twisted level, he actually thought he was doing the right thing. He thought he was protecting everyone…from me."

"Last time I checked, the world was doing just fine with you in it."

"As long as there's something out there that can control me, I'm still a threat. And Teague reminded me how dangerous my abilities are. In the wrong hands, Chloe, they could destroy everything."

"Which is a really good reason why you can't let Lex just walk away."

"It's not about Lex, Chloe. I x-rayed him. He didn't have anything on him. He didn't even find what he was looking for."

"Maybe not this time, Clark, but every battle has its victor. I know you don't want to take Lex out, but Lex will not hesitate to destroy you when he gets the chance."

"What do you want me to do, Chloe? Kill him?"

Chloe didn't respond, but it was clear what her answer was.

"If I do that, I'd just be turning into him myself."

"Whether you like being on this pedestal or not, you were put in this position. And someday, you're going to have to make a choice."