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An: This probably won't follow either show too closely, though will likely follow Charmed a little more closely than Smallville.

"What are you doing up here?" Chris jumped so high he almost fell off the couch he'd been asleep on. He'd meant to be gone before anyone found him in the barn he'd chosen to crash in, but he must have been more tired than he thought.

"I'm sorry, I'll just get going." He went to stand back up, but almost fell over again, and within moments the person who'd woken him up was next to him, holding his arm to steady him. The person looked to be about his age, and quite a bit taller than him, with dark blue eyes and longish black hair with a little bit of a curl to it. He was wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath it.

"You don't look so good." The other boy was saying, and he felt his world tilt on its axis before it all went dark.

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"Your room is going to be across from Clark's here." Chris had been shocked when he'd woken up in the hospital and been told that the family who's barn he'd been staying in had offered to have him stay with them. Granted, he'd made it awful hard for the authorities when he refused to give them any information about who he was, he didn't even give them his real name, not that they knew that. "I hope you don't mind, I washed the clothes we found in the loft, and bought a few more."

"You didn't have to, but thanks." He was still uncomfortable with the thought of staying with them, he wasn't planning on staying long anyways, just long enough to recover from his close call with pneumonia, then he was going to be on his way again, he didn't want to run the risk of anyone magical being able to find him.

He resisted the urge to fiddle with the necklace he wore around his neck, not wanting to draw too much attention to it. It wasn't that it was something he wanted to hide, sure it was important, but it wasn't something that anyone could identify him by...unless they were magical. It was a silver disk with the triquetra hanging by just a thin piece of leather. It had been given to him by his dad shortly before he ran away; he'd been having a hard time with bullies at magic school and the middle school he'd attended, and his dad had given it to him as a reminder that he was not alone, and would always have his family. Now it was the one thing keeping him and his family apart. He'd cast a cloaking spell on himself, and anchored it to the necklace, as long as he was wearing it he couldn't be found by magical means.

When he'd woken up without it on, he'd hoped somewhat that he'd look around the room and see his parents watching over him, but obviously they'd stopped looking for him and he was all alone. He figured that was what happened when you'd been gone for over two years. People just eventually gave up on you.

Looking around the room he'd been given he unpacked what little he had, before sitting down on the bed with the old worn out diary he'd found in the back room at his mom's club. It was the diary his future self had left behind, filled with accounts of things and demons he'd faced in the future when Wyatt was evil. Potions and spells his future self had created, the cloaking spell on his necklace being one of them. There were also some spells and potions copied directly from the Book of Shadows.

"Hey, you hungry?" He looked up to see Clark Kent standing there with a plate full of sandwiches. He set the book of to the side, fighting down the urge to hide it, not wanting to draw attention to it.

"So they decided to send you to get information out of me?" He asked the younger boy, giving him a slight smile to let him know there were no hard feelings.

"Am I that transparent?" Clark asked with a sheepish grin.

"You are a terrible liar." He grinned back at him. "I'm guessing they told you to act nonchalant."

"I think they just wanted to make sure no one was out there missing you." He reached for a sandwich off the plate as Clark sat down next to him.

"No, no one's out there looking for me." He assured the younger boy, taking a large bite out the sandwich, grinning when Clark snagged one from the plate.

"Soooo...Where are you from, and what brings you to Smallville?" Clark asked with a teasing grin.

"Some place far from here." Chris said a grin, playing along. "As for what brings me here, well, I was passing through and thought your barn seemed like a good place to crash for the night. My plan was to be gone before anyone found me. Unfortunately for me my plans were ruined by an unseasonably cold night." As if to prove his point he dissolved into hacking coughs at that moment, and accepted the glass of water when it was offered to him. "Thanks."

"I'll just let you get some rest." Clark said as he stood and left the room. Opening the Diary he flipped to the very back of it, running a finger over the three pictures taped to the back two pages. The first one was of five people, two teen boys, and a young girl with two adults who were obviously their parents. Everyone was smiling at the camera, the dad had his arms around the older boy and the woman, and she had her other arm around the young girl. In the center of everything was a the younger boy, every one of them smiling for the camera. It was almost easy to over look the hidden sadness in the younger boy's eyes. In the two pictures taped to the other pages each held only two people. One had the man with his arm draped around the younger boy's shoulder, while the other one showed the woman with her arms wrapped around the boy's neck. Snapping the book shut, he angrily wiped the tears from his eyes.

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"Loser" Chris turned to glare at the person who'd just shoved him into the locker, trying to stop his hand from twitching, knowing that with as angry as he was it would likely cause him to lose control of his powers and inadvertently throw the offending jock down the hall. It wasn't like he wasn't used to getting shoved around, being the smaller brother of one of the school's more popular students had made him a likely target. People saw it as a challenge to try and push him around without his brother finding out. Or at least that's what he thought that's why they did it, now he had to wonder if there was just something about him.

The Kents had told him that he was welcome to stay with them as long as he needed, but that he would have to live by their rules, and that meant chores around the farm and going to high school. He was just lucky he was able to test into Sophomore level classes and not Freshman like he'd feared. It made the story he gave the authorities of being on the run for only a year that much more plausible. It would have been much harder to explain why he was two years in school behind his 16 years of age.

"You ok?" He turned to see Clark and his friends Chloe and Pete coming toward him, so he stood up and straightened his sweatshirt before nodding his head and heading off for his first class.

"Is he always that rude?" He assumed Chloe was asking Clark that question, but he wasn't about to let anyone into his life. He knew he wouldn't be sticking around here long. He'd have to move on sooner rather than later, and that would be hard if he had ties here to hold him back. He figured there were still demons out there looking for him even if his family had stopped.

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"I'm sure he just has a lot on his mind right now." Clark was quick to defend his, well, he wasn't really sure what Chris was, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. It seemed like his friend couldn't stand the kid now living across the hall from him, and they didn't seem to run out of things to say about the older boy. Granted, Chris didn't help things by refusing to be friendly or acknowledge anyone.

"I just find it weird, I looked in every data base I could think of and I didn't find any record of a Chris Bennet being reported missing." Chloe continued as she sat down in front of the computer at the torch.

"It would help if someone was actually looking for me...or if you'd looked up my actual name, it's Warren by the way, Warren Christopher Bennet. Not that you'll find anything using that name either. Like I said, someone would have to be looking for me first." Chris looked mad at them, and Clark didn't think he could blame him. He had been pissed when he'd found out different friends had been researching him.

"Sorry, it's a bad habit of hers." Clark told him, giving him an apologetic smile. "You about ready to head home?"

"Yeah, I mean we promised your dad we'd help him with the chores when we got home, I'd kinda like to get a jump on that. I also have a ton of homework to get caught up on, what with me not attending school in the last year or so." Clark could see there was more to it than Chris was saying, but he didn't want him to start pushing him away too. He figured there was a way to get through to Chris, to help him stop running, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that if he pushed Chris too hard.

He wished he knew what it was about the other boy that drew him to him, there was just something familiar about him. It was hard to believe they had met less than a week ago, it felt like he'd known Chris forever.

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A month had passed since the Kents had taken him in, and so far he'd managed to keep everyone but the Kents at a distance. Not that he hadn't tried to keep them at a distance, it was just that Martha and Jonathan reminded him so much of his mom and dad. No matter how hard he tried to push them away, they just kept coming back. They had even tried to get him to open up to them about his family because they wanted to help him not because they wanted to get rid of him. It was almost easy for him to see himself living here the rest of his life.

Clark was a whole other matter completely. He'd known he was attracted to men for a while, had even told his dad about it right before he ran away, he could still remember how it felt to have his dad wrap his arms around him, holding him tight and telling him that he would always love him, no matter what. The more he spent time with Clark, the more he wished the other boy wasn't straight, and how much he wished he could introduce him to his family. He was sure they'd all like him.

Clark's friends on the other hand, well, they couldn't stand him. Chloe and Pete made it very clear that he was not welcome, though they were willing to put up with him for Clark's sake. Lex on the other hand, treated him like he did Clark.

He knew Jonathan had an issue with Lex, but he believed in judging people for themselves, not who their parents were. Sure he knew Lex had a dark side, it was kinda hard to miss it, but he respected Lex for fighting the urge to act on it. Sure sometime that dark side came out, but he always tried to make it right. He just wished Jonathan would cut the young man some slack. He knew how it felt to be compared to his parents and found wanting. He saw the disappointment in the eyes of the magical community when they realized how much weaker he was than his parents and brother and sister. He was the only one who couldn't orb, even Melinda could do that, and she was younger than him. He wondered if there was something wrong with him, that he had not gotten that power. Maybe he was being punished for not being able to control his telekinesis.

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An: I've added a new pole to see if people want to see this story as a threesome with Lex, Chris, and Clark. Let me know what you think.