Author's Note (October. 4, 2014): I originally published a large portion of this story back in 2006 and 2007. I ran into some problems with writer's block followed by waning interest in the show, based on the direction that it was taking. Lately, I've been looking to write some original stories but felt that my skills needed to be sharpened more. I'm blowing the dust off this story because I've always regretted not finishing it. I know there aren't a ton of readers in the Smallville section anymore, but I appreciate those of you who do take the time to read this.

Back in August 2014 I went over all the old chapters (Prologue - Chapter 21) and fixed them where I could. I even added a new scene to chapter 11. However, the early chapters are still very rough. The dialogue and descriptions should be smoother than it once was, though not always as good as I'd like it. I fixed numerous occurrences of the wrong tense. I also fixed a couple point of view issues, but the early chapters still have some remaining. There are some plot points that I'm not happy with, but I left them in place because reworking the story in order to fix them would take more time than I can devote to them. I just hope they aren't as glaring to others as they are to me. For better or worse, the plot in the latter portion of this story will be written as close to my original vision as possible, flawed where it may be. I'd appreciate any feedback anyone wants to give.

Starting from Chapter 22, I'm hoping to post 1 chapter every 2-4 weeks, until completion. I have at least chapters 22-25 completed at the time of this writing. I'm hoping that will give me a large enough head start to stay ahead of things . If I get way ahead, I'll probably start posting a chapter every week.

Based on my outline, I expect this to finish up at about 36 chapters + an epilogue.

Thank you.

Just outside the town of Smallville, a man waited in the woods. It was dark out, but the full moon provided him with just enough light to see. Nearby, the two lane highway which served as the primary route for those traveling between Smallville and Metropolis cut through the woods. It was on this highway that a large semi truck would soon be passing by on its way to the LuthorCorp plant. It was that truck that had brought the man to these woods tonight.

The man leaned with his back against a tree, waiting patiently. He exhaled deeply, watching the mist his breath made quickly dissipate into the cold night air.

The man briefly wondered if he should have worn something warmer to protect him from the cold bite of the night air, as the black formfitting jumpsuit he was wearing was utilitarian in nature, designed for ease of movement and comfort, and not to protect from the elements. He banished the thought as quickly as it came, as knew he wouldn't be there long enough for the cold to be more than a nuisance.

The forest around him looked like a war zone, with the burned or shattered remains of trees scattered everywhere. The trees were a constant dark reminder of the catastrophic meteor shower that struck the area a few months in the past. Amazingly the meteor shower was only a repeat of a meteor shower that had occurred fifteen years previous. The man had not been present for either event, but it didn't take much to imagine how terrible it would have been to witness either event.

The man glanced down at his left forearm. Stretching from his wrist to almost his elbow was a black electronic device. A small touch screen was located near his wrist with various status lights and components located closer to his elbow. Quickly he tapped the screen several times and was satisfied with the results. Less than two minutes to go.

He quickly went over his equipment, as he had done so several times already. The metal sphere he needed for tonight hung by a thin cord from his belt. He unholstered the pistol that hung from his right side and checked it before holstering it again. Finally, checked the baton that hung from his left side. Satisfied at the arc of electricity which ran down its side, he hung that from his belt once more also.

The man glanced back down at the small screen on his wrist band once more. He should be able to hear or see something at any moment now. As if on queue, the sound of a large semi truck reached his ears, distant at first but closing fast. As it appeared, coming around a bend in the road, the rumbling sound it emitted continued to grow louder as it grew closer. Although he couldn't see anymore than the various lights on the truck, the man knew it was a LuthorCorp truck.

To the south another set of headlights appeared. That'll be the small red car, the man thought. The man felt himself tense a bit in anticipation. "Patience, Matt," he said to himself.

Matt's wristband beeped. It was time. Although he couldn't see it, he knew the driver of the truck would be falling asleep at that moment. In just aa few moments the driver would lose control and go off the road.

For men of action like Matt, patience was sometimes a difficult thing. Even worse was standing back and watching during situations where he knew he could be of assistance. But Matt knew that he couldn't interfere, it was too important that he not do anything just yet. So Matt did one of the hardest things for him to do at that moment, he stood back and waited.