A/N: hi guys, back with another story thatI hope you like. This is co-written with one of my good friends Stranger Then Strange and yeah, this one should be fun. Oh, and for all you TC lovers that don't know about this fic, it's got gobs of TC!

Disclaimer: don't own Smallville. Okay? does everyone get it now?? good.

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Trying to ignore the sharp hum, he opened his eyes and tried to keep the truck on the road the best he could. It wasn't helping much though. He closed his eyes tightly again not noticing the car swerve violently on the road as he opened his eyes once more, but all he saw were bright lights so closing them again was all he could do. He only opened his eyes once more when he heard a low honking.

Clark's eyes went wide as he saw a large, white semi truck heading right towards him, and his limbs went numb in fear. Knowing that he had to do something, he closed his eyes tightly, the drone in his head no longer a bother to him since he was more terrified of what was going on while he pushed his foot on the brake. It wasn't working. "Oh god." He whispered, repeating to push the pedal but having no luck with the red car stopping. Before anything else could happen though, the hefty truck impacted to the front of his car and everything around him went black.

Clark woke up a few seconds after the collision, his head was pounding fiercely and…wait he couldn't move anything…why? That's when the pain hit him. It was all over his body. He attempted to take a deep breath but started coughing as soon as he tried. He looked around; the inside of the truck was a wreck. Horrified, he looked out the other side just in time to see another car coming right at him. 'No' was his last thought as everything went black once again.

Misfortune

Change Isn't Always For The Best......

The Previous Morning.........

Misty air roamed around Smallville as late night time and early dawn evening filled the atmosphere, darkness wandering around the sky and stars brightening up the small urban as far down in the town and inside the abandoned caves stood a tired and exhausted farm boy wearing nothing but a pair of baggy flannel pajamas and a blue top. Besides his eyes half closed and his bare feet dragging across the dirt, his left hand was balled up in a tight fist holding something tightly, obviously showing the reason to why he was down in this place.

It was around three in the morning and the last thing he honestly wanted to do was come down to the area he was now just because of something that was unconsciously bothering him. Sleep had came to him easy last night until a sudden voice had woke him up, like someone was actually talking in his head and before he knew it he was where he was now, walking down the caves holding the key to his blown up ship in his hands.

Slowly he started to walk toward the wall when he stopped. "Why am I doing this?" He thought, stepping back. Suddenly a strong force pulled his hand toward the key hole. Trying to resist, Clark pulled back but with no avail the force was stronger than he was and pulled the key right from his hands and into the wall. A gentle wind rose up around him and he was blinded by the light that surrounded his body.

Closing his eyes from the bright illumination, Clark could feel himself weakening against his will, his knees buckling and abruptly feeling himself falling to the ground and grunting while a loud voice boomed in his ears. "Ka-EL, your time is up." He knew who the person was. He knew that the person was what brought him to the caves. What he didn't know though was what was going on and what was going to happen next as he looked up and squinted his eyes at the radiance of different colors around him.

The lights surrounded him like a blanket. A blanket that was suffocating and sucking the life out of him, or so it seemed. Clark looked down to see the floor of the caves getting closer and closer until he hit the ground unconscious.

The next morning Clark woke up with a pounding headache and it took him a minute to figure out where he was and why he was there. Then he remembered, something urging him down into the caves, the key going into the wall, Jor-El saying his time was up, bright lights, getting weaker, and then finally unconsciousness. He looked around he was still in the caves, but something felt different but he couldn't place his finger on it. Suddenly he heard voices coming closer and closer.

"Clark! Clark, are you down here son?" Groaning unknowingly, Clark placed his hand down on the floor when he felt something cut into his palm. Bringing it up, he noticed that the key was now in his hand. Darting his eyebrows down, he looked at the metal confused and puzzled when suddenly, he flinched at the sound of the voice calling him again, causing him to jump up and nearly fall back down at the dizziness overwhelming his body.

Recovering quickly, Clark replied, "Yeah dad, right here." Cursing inwardly at the look on his dad's face he looked away. Jonathan grabbed him and swung him around to face him. Dizziness once again overwhelmed him as his dad did this. "Where were you last night Clark? When your mother and I got up this morning you weren't there and your mother went into a panic."

Clark could see the anger in his father's face but the nausea in his body overtook the guilt. He gulped back the bile that tried to jump up his throat and shrugged a little when he noticed something. He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Trying to open his mouth to respond to his father's question, he looked to the side and unnoticeably stuffed the key in his pants, ignoring the fact that they nearly fell straight to the floor if they didn't slip into his boxer straps and simply focused on trying not to throw up right there. Jonathan saw this and now got a little bit concerned.

Jonathan grabbed Clark looking into his eyes, "Are you alright son?" Clark nodded pulling away from his father "Yeah I'm fine. just kind of tired." He put on a fake smile, "How about this, I'll race you home to prove I'm alright, okay?"

Jonathan patted his shoulders amused at what his son was saying "Alright, a race it is." Jonathan started to walk away as Clark was getting ready to super speed out of the cave, when he stopped, something was wrong.

Turning around, Jonathan shot his eyebrows down and tilted his head to the side, watching his son stare at his hands confused and worried, as he stood still almost scared. "Everything okay Clark?" He asked him, seeing him quickly spin around and lick his dry lips so he could nod his head and shrug a little.

Jonathan nodded and walked out of the caves leaving Clark there to wallow in his thoughts. He tried to engage his super speed again but it didn't work. 'What the hell is going on?' He thought. Jogging out of the caves to see if he could catch his dad before he left, another wave of dizziness overcame him and he dropped to his knees. 'Whoa, that was really weird' Dusting himself off he looked around to find his dad just start pulling away.

Inhaling loudly, Clark sucked in his lips and closed his eyes gently, knowing that either way he was going to have to run home even if he didn't have the one power that would help since if he didn't prove he was okay to his dad all hell would break lose. So he ran as fast as he could, his legs in pain as he did so while during most of the time he jogged down the highway he had to stop and fall to his knees when he felt vomit force up from his stomach. Only one question wandered his mind while he tried to beat his dad home.

What was going on with him?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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