Smallville: Redux

Chapter 1: Restart

AN: Hello all and welcome to yet another Chrisdz fanfiction. I recently found myself watching Smallville once more and decided that I'd like to revisit the show. As such I soon found myself writing this little tidbit here. This will be my take on the series going from the beginning to the end and maybe even beyond, who knows. However keep in mind that this will be a more realistic retelling and some instances will not be for kids. That said let's get started.

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A dark sky overlooked the city of Metropolis and what little light that could be seen from the nearly completely hidden moon silhouetted upon the roof of the Daily Planet. The clouds themselves were dark and rain came pelting down on the two figures that stood upon the roof. One of the figures was a man of average clad in black pants and an open black leather coat displaying a dark red shirt beneath as well as a pair of military dog tags. He was thin and clean shaven with short black hair and eyes. His name is Zod, former Major of the Kryptonian Army.

The other figure was also male and stood at the height of 6'3" with broad shoulders and a muscular appearance. He dark brown nearly black hair that was slightly wavy and wore a black trench coat, black jeans which hid the length of the black boots he wore and a high collar black short sleeved t-shirt the chest of which was engraved with a symbol quite similar to the letter 'S' in grey and surrounded by an oddly shaped pentagon. His name is Clark Kent, otherwise known as 'The Blur' and to a select few Kal-El the last son of the House of El.

The two stood unminding of the rain that fell on them instead focused on each other. In truth both of them had known that the time would come when they would face off. Sure they had initially tried to get along however their points of view differed and soon tension had built between the two. In the beginning Zod had led an army known as the Kandorians, however his own deeds including the murder of his consort Faora and his unborn child had the Kandorians turning against him and his plans. They had instead chosen to give their allegiance to Clark who had determined that he would join them on New Krypton. However just as they had begun leaving Zod had made his move drawing a glowing blue dagger and since Clark had yet to step into the golden light that would take him with them saw this which led them to their current stare down.

"Blue Kryptonite." Said Clark in recognition eyeing the blade.

"I told you I wasn't going anywhere." Said Zod in return.

Super speeding over to him Clark moved to slam Zod into and through the gates behind him only to stop short as Zod swung the dagger down at him. Dodging it he parried the hand and instead seized Zod by the color of his jacket.

"You knew blue kryptonite would prevent you from ascending like the others." Said Clark with narrowed eyes.

"It's better to rule in Hell then it is to serve in Heaven." Claimed Zod

As he said this he shoved Clark off of him swinging the dagger once more only with Clark leaning back to dodge yet still getting a horizontal cut across the chest for his trouble. As he staggered back Zod swung again cutting Clark across the arms as he brought them up to guard himself. Recovering quickly however Clark ripped off his coat leaving him in the t-shirt while he wrapped the coat around his arms.

"Seeing as you love the humans so much let's see you fight like one."

As Zod said this he charged forward with Clark dodging the swing and wrapping the dagger in his coat. It was a contest of strength as the two fought against each other with a hole soon ripping through the jacket allowing the dagger to poke through. Finally Clark overpowered Zod slamming him to the ground on his back. As the two scrambled to gain control of the fight Zod managed to knee Clark in the face knocking him off and to the side. As the two scrambled away from each other Zod grabbed hold of a small metal box which he used to hit the recovering Clark in the face. As he staggered back Zod moved to slam him into a wall only for Clark to break free and land a powerful uppercut to his chin that sent Zod flying several feet in the air before landing hard on his back.

Moving quickly Zod recovered the dagger to his feet before jumping back to his feet. Once again the two charged each other with Zod dodging Clark's punch and slashing him vertically down the right side of his chest with the dagger before moving quickly and kicking him so hard that he flew and crashed through a window. As Clark hit the ground Zod came through leaping off the ledge aiming to drive the dagger through Clark's head only for him to roll to the side. Hopping back to his feet Clark was just in time to catch Zod's wrists as he thrust the dagger towards his gut once again causing a power struggle.

"Unlike you I will lead from a throne not from the shadows. Every human including those you love will kneel before Zod."

As the man said this he pushed harder trying to force Clark back. Holding his ground Clark glanced behind him finding nothing but empty air at his back.

"You've already destroyed my first home; I won't let you take this one."

As he said this Clark surprised Zod by letting his arms go slack allowing Zod to force the dagger into his flesh. Seeing this Zod smirked and watched on as Clark toppled back falling over the roof's edge. Despite this the Smallville raised hero smirked causing Zod's to be wiped from his face to be replaced with a frown as golden light suddenly surrounded him before he was pulled upwards screaming his denial. Clark himself fell towards the ground with his arms spread out like a fallen angel and simply closed his eyes.

He shot up with a gasp his blue eyes wide as he went about patting himself down. Finding no wound on his person his eyes began scanning his surroundings wildly only to be greeted with the rather familiar and safe surroundings that was his bedroom. Pulling away the covers that protected him in the night he placed his feet to the ground and leaned over as he tried to steady his breathing. As his breathing came under his control and his body stopped shaking he slowly went about placing on a pair of shoes before moving off the bed and out of the room. The rays of the morning sun hit him as soon as he stepped out of the house and for a moment he just stood there bathing himself in the suns light.

Finally however his body began moving and he soon came to his destination, the one place on the entire farm his parents had forbidden him from stepping foot, the storm cellar. Reaching down he grabbed hold of the handle and after a few moments managed to push aside his anxiety and pulled it open. As he descended the steps he initially found that the place looked like more of a storage center as he had always expected. However it was as he reached the center that he found himself coming across something he had known would be there yet at the same time hoped not to see. What sat there was a metal egg shaped pod encased within an odd pentagon.

"Clark!" came a shout intruding on his thoughts.

Turning towards the voice he was greeted to the sight of his adoptive parents as they came down the steps. In the lead was his father Jonathan Kent who the shout had come from; he stood at nearly 6'4" and had dark blond hair and sky blue eyes and wore a pair of blue jeans, and a plaid multi-colored shirt that he wore open that had a low collar and a white shirt beneath that. Just behind him was his mother Martha Kent who was only 5'9 she also wore a pair of blue jeans and a solid black turtleneck shirt.

"You know I hoped for a moment that this wouldn't be here." Said Clark as the two approached him.

"What are you doing down here, son?" questioned Jonathan.

"I had the strangest, most detailed dream of my life." Answered Clark.

Forty-five minutes later found the small family gathered around the kitchen counter talking at length about the dream that Clark had experienced. And while Clark couldn't clearly remember everything from the dream that seemed to have eclipsed years of his life he had remembered important pieces. His birth name is Kal-El, he was born on another planet and sent to earth because the planet had exploded, Jonathan had died, Lana, Chloe, and Pete all knew his secret as did several others and had not only kept it but embraced him. He had met others from said planet as well, he had a cousin Kara, who at the moment was trapped somewhere in a type of suspended animation. For Jonathan and Martha it was a lot to take in, and as their son spoke they realized it was a lot for him as well.

"I want to tell Pete and Chloe." Said Clark suddenly catching the attention of both of his parents.

"Before you say anything here me out. I've known Pete my whole life if there's anyone who I can tell and deserves to know it's him. As for Chloe I've known her for years too and despite the fact that that her journalistic instincts seems to control her at times I know she'll be able to keep this secret. In fact I think she'd actually be able to help me out a bit." Said Clark defending his case.

"Ok son let's step back for a minute. Let's assume that your right and the dream you had was prophetic, are you sure you're willing to burden the two of them with this?" Questioned Jonathan.

"I can't hide forever dad. Sooner or later people are going to learn about me and if that's the case I at least want to be the one to tell my best friends. More than that mom always said that relationships are built on trust and if I can't trust the people I say are my best friends enough to show them the real me then what kind of relationship will that lead to? Besides if the dream was right then things are going to start picking up for me soon so I'll need the help." retorted Clark causing the man to sigh.

"Clark why don't you give us some more time to think about this, besides if you don't hurry you'll miss your bus." Said Martha.

Wide eyed and looking at the time Clark vanished in a blur appearing again seemingly only moments later and out the front door just in time to see the bus leaving. Narrowing his eyes he took off running again cutting through the fields. Back inside the house Jonathan held his head as he tried to come to terms with all of the information they had just heard.

"I don't know about this Martha; this could all just be a dream, like he said." Said Jonathan.

"True but he's right about one thing; we can't keep him to ourselves forever. Besides we've denied him more than anyone should have to be denied during their childhood." Said Martha.

"How about we wait? If he comes back boasting invulnerability anytime soon then we can go that route." Said Jonathan getting an agreement from his wife.

"So anyone ask you to the dance?" questioned Pete Ross as he made his way up the steps on the outside of Smallville High alongside Chloe Sullivan.

Pete was an African American male that stood at 5'9 and had short cut black hair in a wavy style. He wore dark blue jeans with a deep blue nearly purple shirt that was buttoned up nearly to the top. Over this he wore a red and black jacket with his backpack secured with only a single strap. Chloe however was a girl with creamy white skin and short cut blond hair to go with her bluish-green eyes. She wore a pair of black pants with an orange top and an open red jacket with fur lining the collar. Her bag of choice was more like a laptop storage bag with a leopard style print to its cover.

"Not yet." Said Chloe

"Well if nothing pans out with you know who maybe…" started Pete only to be interrupted.

"Pete do you wanna take a commercial break from the soap opera in your head. I've told you a hundred times I'm not interested in Clark." Said Chloe turning to face him before continuing her walk her words causing Pete to smile.

"Your vehement denial has been duly noted." Said Pete moving to catch up with her.

"Hey maybe you and I can go together. I mean not as a date thing, more of a friend thing." Said Pete as he caught up with her.

"Hi, guys." Said Clark as he walked up behind them carrying his books in hand.

"Didn't you just…I mean weren't you…" stuttered out Chloe.

"I took a shortcut." Said Clark cutting her off.

"Through what a black hole?" questioned Chloe

"Clark you'll have to excuse intrepid our reporter. Seems as though her 'weirdar' is on Defcon 5." Said Pete as he walked around to Clarks other side.

"She thought the bus was being attacked." Continued Pete before Chloe rushed in front of them.

"Ok just because everyone else chooses to ignore the strange things that happen in this leafy little hamlet doesn't mean that they don't happen." Said Chloe

"You know we'd love to join you and Scooby inside the mystery machine for another zany adventure but we need to hand in these permission slips before homeroom." Said Pete.

"Actually Pete I'm not turning one in." said Clark surprising Pete.

"C'mon Clark you know this is the only way." Said Pete placing his hand on the taller teens shoulder.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me you're trying out for the football team? What is this, some sort of teen suicide pact?" questioned Chloe with a grin only for Pete to grab her an pull her to the side.

"We're trying to avoid becoming this year's scarecrow." Said Pete quietly.

"What are you talking about and why are we whispering?" questioned Chloe.

"It's a homecoming tradition. Every year before the big game, the football players pick a freshman, take him out to Riley Field, strip him down to his boxers and then paint an 'S' on his chest." Explained Pete.

"String him up like a scarecrow." Said Clark.

"Sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen." Said Chloe.

"That's why I'm trying to get him to come with me and try out for the team. I'm thinking they won't chose one of their own." Said Pete.

"Still Pete that's your thing not mine, I have more important things to worry about right now. Besides I actually think you'll do better on the basketball court." Said Clark before saying his goodbyes.

"Give him ten seconds." Said Pete holding out a five dollar bill.

"Five." said Chloe both watching as Clark walked off.

Clark for his part was paying particular attention to one of the students he was nearing. She wore a pair of beige pants and a very light blue blouse she stood at 5'5" and had a slender frame with dark brown hair and green eyes. Her name is Lana Lang and for as long as he could remember Clark had held a crush on her, yet could never get near her without falling all over himself. Now however he wasn't so much focused on her and instead focused on the object around her neck which was a green necklace. His eyes focused solely on the necklace he watched it begin to glow as he neared her and mentally preparing himself continued forward. Immediately as got within a few feet of her a sense of weakness hit him, but ignoring it as best he could he pushed forwards and was soon hit by a feeling of pain. Gritting his teeth he ignored it and walked past her climbing steadily up the stairs using the handrail as support and entering the school.

"Damn, no fall." Said Pete in shock.

"I don't get it; normally he couldn't get within five feet of her without turning into a total freak show." Said Chloe also shocked.

'That settles it that dream was definitely not a normal dream.' Thought Clark as he held himself up against the inner doorway of the school panting slightly.

Elsewhere in Smallville another young man pulled up to a factory owned by Luther Corp. As he hopped out of his sky blue Porsche he revealed himself to be 5'10 with blue eyes and a bald head. He was dressed in a business casual style with black pants and a black top left open to reveal the dull grey shirt beneath it.

"Thanks, dad." Said the young man before walking into the factory.

Hours had passed in the school and Clark found himself standing on a bridge looking down on the water. For a while he had remained after school sitting within the bleachers overlooking the football field. Unlike many others however his focus had not been on the team tryouts or even the practicing cheerleaders. Instead his focus had been downwards as he wrote down clues or drawings for all the things he could remember from the 'vision', as he was now calling it. He was being purposely vague so that just in case the book was lost no one would be able to figure anything in it out. He knew the first thing he needed to do was find the Key only then would he be able to open the ship and figure out what the hell was going on with him. He also wanted to find Kara but he couldn't as he had no idea how exactly she came into his life. Eventually he'd left the school and wandered to this place his mind still occupied by the thoughts that had plagued him all day.

At the same time the young man from the factory was driving down the towards the bridge when his phone rung. Glancing down to read the text he glanced up just in time to see an obstruction within the road and quickly tried to dodge the object. Unfortunately he was unable to do so and rolled over it the tires popping as he lost control and the car veered to the side. Clark hearing the sound snapped out of his thoughts and quickly turned only to be struck by the car sending them both into the water. Recovering despite the hit he moved over to the car and seeing the windshield with a hole in it ignored his first instinct and instead grabbed a stone from under the water before proceeding to further smash the window enough to pull him out through it. Not long later and he was placing the guy down on the dry ground quickly performing the CPR he'd learned earlier in the year.

"Come on, don't die on me!" muttered the fifteen year old pumping on his chest several times before the guy spewed the water out of his lungs.

"I could've sworn I hit you." Said the young man breathing heavily.

"If you did, I'd be, I'd be dead" stated Clark his eyes wide as he turned to the ruined portion of the bridge.

Nearly fifteen minutes later found Jonathan Kent running to the sight of the accident where his son was sitting on the base of a hill. As he called out for him Clark looked up while his father ran over towards him looking him over.

"Son, you all right?" questioned Jonathan his voice heavy with emotion.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Said Clark.

"Who's the maniac driving the car?" demanded the head of the Kent house as he turned to the officer standing nearby.

"That would be me. Lex Luther." Said the young man extending his hand only for Jonathan to ignore it, instead removing his coat and wrapping it around Clark's shoulders.

"I'm Jonathan Kent; this is my son." Said Jonathan.

"Thanks for saving my life." Said Lex.

"I'm sure you'd have done the same thing." Said Clark.

"You have quite an extraordinary boy there Mr. Kent. If there's any way that I can repay you…" started Lex only to be interrupted as the man turned to face him.

"Drive slower." Said Jonathan before turning and resuming his walk up the hill with Clark.

"Clark are you alright!" exclaimed Martha as she ran to her son to look him over.

"I'm fine mom." Said Clark.

"Thank God you're not hurt." Said Martha releasing the breath she was holding.

"That's just it mom. That car hit me going sixty miles an hour and I just got up and shrugged it off. That's not all though, I purposely walked by Lana earlier and the necklace she wore began glowing as soon as I approached. I lost all my strength and then the closer I got I started feeling pain; the only reason I didn't keel over is because I had braced myself for it." Explained Clark.

"So you discovered both invulnerability and a weakness to the meteor rocks today." Said Martha moving her eyes to her husband.

"Mom that's too many coincidences for me, first the ship exactly where I knew it would be looking exactly as I pictured it, invulnerability kicks in, and the meteor rock weakness." Said Clark running his hands through his hair.

"Alright so maybe it was more than a dream after all. But that doesn't mean we still don't need to be careful, especially now that a Luther moved into town." Said Jonathan.

"No doubt; still I'll need those two especially Chloe in the future and it'll be best to go to them now. In the dream Pete and I nearly lost our friendship because I waited a year to tell him and only then because I didn't have a choice. If I keep playing things your way I risk driving them away and if that's what I end up doing I may as well move out to some uninhabitable place since the end result would be the same." Said Clark

That night Clark could be found on an upper level balcony built within the barn that Jonathan had built just for him. In truth the 15 year old spent more time within the loft than he did within the actual house and thus it had been dubbed as his 'Fortress of Solitude.' To understand why that was however one need only look inside as the place was stocked with a couch, a desk, a hammock, bookcases, and a telescope. All in all it had everything needed to create a perfect place of relaxation for the teen. At the moment however he was standing at the telescope his gaze focused out beyond the full moon and into the stars behind it. Curiosity getting the best of him he moved it so that it focused not into the stars but onto the very earth upon which he lived setting his sights on the home of his closest neighbor, who lived at least a mile and a half away, Lana Lang.

He was just in time to see her come out of the house to sit on a bench. Unfortunately he was also able to see as her boyfriend snuck up and wrapped her in a hug. He was fairly tall and had short blond hair and blue eyes and as always wore blue jeans, white t-shirt, and red and yellow letterman's jacket. He was the current star quarterback of Smallville High's football team, and in his senior year had everyone talking about his prospects of going pro.

"Hey." Whispered the jock as he wrapped her up putting a smile on her face.

"Whitney my aunt will be back any minute." Said Lana still smiling.

"Oh, come on! We're living on the edge." Said Whitney.

"Well if Nell finds us out here, your life won't be worth living." Said Lana

"Where is she anyway, bridge club?" questioned Whitney.

"Lex Luthor's." corrected Lana

"I didn't know your aunt was in with the Luthor's." said the quarterback.

"She sold them a ton of land." Said Lana reminding him of her aunt's profession.

"They own the Metropolis Sharks. She could put in a good word for me." Said the jock with a smile.

"If you want someone to put in a good word, ask Clark. He saved Lex's life today." Said Lana

"You're kidding."

"Sometimes people can surprise you. I think it's kind of cool."

Though he couldn't understand what they were saying yet and still Clark scowled and tapped the end of the telescope sending it pointing upwards as he went to lay on the couch.

Within an auto repair shop that was blaring out rock music within the shop a rather young looking mechanic had just put the finishing touches on a truck and smiled as it started up perfectly. Moving around to the front of the truck the man made quick work of bringing the hood down and as he glanced to the side bodily jumped back upon spotting a shadowed figure.

"Damn, kid! You scared the crap out of me." Said the mechanic removing a rag from his shoulder to wipe his hands as he moved closer to the figure.

"Don't I know you?" questioned the man as he was able to make out the face of his visitor and moved closer.

"You look like that scarecrow kid. Where the hell you been?" questioned the mechanic.

As he finally cleared the distance he could see that the other young man had a rather strange smile on his face. Seeing this and hearing a lack of answers coming from him put a scowl on the face of the mechanic.

"Hey, Freakazoid, wake up."

Saying this he placed a hand on him as if to shake him slightly. However as soon as he did arcs of lightning-like energy blasted out from the silent one's body. For a moment the mechanic was locked in place as his body was rocked with electricity before he was thrown away. Landing on his back he groaned and turned to find the silent one walking up on him.

"That was 12 years ago man; that was just a game. What do you want?" said the mechanic.

"To play."

After saying this he reached down and grabbed hold of the mechanic immediately causing the energy to be blasted into the man who screamed once more. At the same time he picked him up displaying some rather impressive strength before slamming him into a wall. As he hit the wall a single picture fell to the ground with the glass shattering. Within that picture was a younger version of the man along with two others all of them wearing Smallville High football gear.

The next morning as he walked up the driveway Clark was surprised upon finding a 2002 Ford F-250 Super Duty pickup truck within his driveway. Moving around it and spotting the bow on the hood he quickly found his mother occupying herself with their farm's tractor.

"Hey mom, who's truck?" questioned the teen.

"Yours. It's a gift from Lex Luthor."

As Martha said this she reached up and pulled out an enveloped card from the left pocket of her coat which she handed over to her son. Even as she did this Clark didn't miss the vexed look on her face and instead simply opted to ignore it. Opening it quickly with a smile on his face the youngest Kent decided to read it aloud.

"Dear Clark: Drive safely. Always in your debt…the maniac in the Porsche." Read Clark in surprise.

"I don't believe it. Where are the keys?"

"Your father has them." As soon as he heard this, a dark cloud settled over Clark's mind, yet he still went to see his father.

He found him rather easily as the sound of the wood chipper busy loading in a small chunk as he had apparently been at it for some time. Jonathan spotted the teen coming almost ten feet away and as such went about powering down the machinery before removing the goggles and ear muffs he'd been wearing hanging the muffs on the chipper.

"I know how much you want it son, but you can't keep it." Said Jonathan before Clark could even move to speak.

"Why not? I did save the guy's life." Said Clark in response.

"So you think you deserve a prize." Shot back Jonathan as he moved off to place some things on a work shelf.

"That's not what I meant." Said Clark chasing after him causing Jonathan to smirk as he shook his head.

"Look how about you drive it, and I'll use the old one. That way everybody wins." Said Clark.

"It's not about winning, Clark." Said Jonathan stalking off once more with Clark in pursuit.

"It's not like the Luthor's can't afford it." Said Clark causing Jonathan to sigh.

"Do you want to know why that is?" said Jonathan bringing Clark up short.

"Do you remember Mr. Bell. We use to go fishing on his property. How about Mr. Guy? He used to send us pumpkins every Halloween. Well Lionel Luthor promised to cut them in on a deal. He sent them flashy gifts." Said Jonathan fishing out the new keys for show.

"The thing is only once they sold him their property he went back on his word. He had them evicted son." Finished Jonathan.

"So you're judging Lex on what his father did?"

"No, Clark, I'm not. I just want to make sure that you know where the money came from that bought that truck." Said Jonathan turning away once again with Clark heading up the steps to the loft causing him to stop short.

"Clark, I know you're upset son, but it's normal." Said Jonathan causing Clark to through his things down on the steps.

"In case you forgot dad, I'm not normal or do I need to throw my arm into the wood chipper to prove it. I can run faster than most cars can move, I can lift the tractor one handed and survive falling off a bridge after getting hit by a car going 60 miles per hour. Does that sound normal to you? I'd give anything to be normal." Said Clark moving up the steps to the loft.

Seeing this Jonathan sighed and after a shared look with his wife nodded before heading up the steps finding the teen sitting on the couch. Pulling the desk chair back the farmer ran a hand through his hair before speaking.

"Son I know things haven't been easy around here for you. Until this point your mom and I have kept you sheltered here in order to protect you. Still you were right last night and we've got to slacken up and let you live your life. As such we've decided that if you want to tell Pete and Chloe you can." Said Jonathan causing Clark to look up with wide eyes quickly speaking again when he saw his mouth opening to speak.

"However that's under two conditions. First and foremost you have to make them swear to never tell anyone what they learn about you. Secondly you have to tell them here, where we can be sure no one is listening in on your conversation." Said Jonathan.

That night as she rode through the woods and into the plot of land that acted as a small cemetery Lana Lang climbed down from her horse collecting a small bouquet of flowers from a side compartment and moved to walk through the line of graves. This was a weekly ritual for her as it was the time she chose to visit the graves of her parents and tell them about the goings on of her life. She'd only been a little girl at the time, when the first meteor shower struck and one of the large rocks fell and struck her parents car just as they had climbed out. She had been visiting with her aunt Nell at the time, who after that tragic incident had adopted her. It was the sound of breaking wood however that stopped her causing her to jump slightly in fright and look around for the source.

"Who's there?" questioned the girl.

"It's me, Clark."

As he said this Clark emerged from out of the darkness having been leaning against the trunk of a tree.

"Clark Kent? What are you doing creeping around the woods?" questioned Lana.

As she walked up to him closing the distance she could see a strange look overcasting his features. While his facial features hid it his eyes displayed a turmoil that quite honestly saddened her.

"You'd never believe me if I told you. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Returned Clark before turning to leave.

"Clark, wait." Called Lana quickly closing the remaining distance.

"I just wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. Are you okay?" Explained Lana before asking the question that was on her mind.

"I'm hanging out in a graveyard. Does that strike you as okay behavior?" retorted Clark.

"Hey, I'm here too." Reminded Lana.

"Good point. What's your story?" Questioned Clark trying to turn the subject away from himself.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"I'm the Fort Knox of secrets." Returned Clark reflecting upon his life until that point.

"I…came out here to talk with my parents. You must think I'm pretty weird; you know, conversing with dead people." Admitted Lana.

"No, I don't think your weird, Lana. Do you remember them?"

"They died when I was three."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault Clark. Come on, I'll introduce you." Said Lana grabbing his hand and leading him over to the graves.

"Mom, Dad. This is Clark Kent." Said Lana speaking to the tombstone with the names of both her parents Lewis and Laura Lang enscribed upon it.

"Yeah, he is kind of shy." Said Lana crouching down

"How should I know?" questioned Lana

Mom wants to know if your upset about a girl." Said Lana only for Clark to shake his head.

"Dad wants to know if your upset about a guy." Said Lana.

"No, no." refuted Clark quickly causing Lana to chuckle briefly.

"He has a twisted sense of humor." Explained Lana with a smile that was a bit infectious actually putting a small one on Clark's face.

"Seriously, Clark. Why are you out here?" questioned Lana

"Lana you ever feel like your life was supposed to be something different?" questioned Clark

"Sometimes I dream I'm at school, waiting for Nell to pick me up. But she doesn't come; instead my parents drive up and they're not dead, they're just really late. I get in their car and we drive back to my real life in Metropolis. That's usually when I wake up. For a minute, I'm totally happy. Until I realize I'm still alone." Explained Lana frowning quite heavily.

As she said this Clark frowned not liking the look on her face. Glancing at the tombstone he thought quickly before he came up with something.

"What's that, Mrs. Lang? Yeah, I'll tell her." Said Clark turning to Lana who was also looking at him.

"Your mom wants you to know you're never alone. That she's always looking over you. No matter what." Said Clark putting a smile back on the girls face.

"What's that Mr. Lang?" said Clark before speaking up again quickly.

"Your dad thinks you're a shoe in for homecoming queen." He said causing Lana to nearly laugh.

"They really say all that?" questioned Lana.

"Oh yeah; they're quite chatty once you get them started."

"Thanks for walking me home" said Lana as the two walked away from the stables in which Lana's horse was kept.

"It beats creeping around the woods." Said Clark causing Lana to chuckle.

"Do you realize this is the longest conversation we've ever had?" questioned Lana

"We should do it again." She finished.

"Yeah, we should." Returned Clark with a smile.

"So are you going to the dance?" questioned Clark.

"Yeah, with Whitney"

"Right, of course."

"How about you?" questioned Lana.

"Well I was thinking about going with a friend of mine. But one of my other friends has a bit of a crush on her. I think I'll sit this one out." Said Clark

"I see, that's kind of cool. But if you change your mind; I might save you a dance." Said Lana before moving up and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Good night, Clark." Said the girl before smiling as the two parted ways.

Unknown to either of them at that moment, Whitney stepped out of the shadows having seen the whole thing.

The next morning found Clark walking the halls of the Luthor mansion. The mansion itself was located on the outskirts of Smallville within a heavily wooded area and was in all actuality a castle. Of course Clark had heard stories of the place but it had been mostly abandoned since no one had actually lived in it. It was rumored that Lionel Luthor had only bought the land so that he had a place to stay whenever he decided to visit the plant in Smallville. Whatever the case while he found the place was huge Clark thought it was all wasted on just one person.

"Hello." Called the Kent boy as he walked through the halls.

"Hello?" he repeated

He was answered as he turned into a room and was greeted by a pair of white garbed figures and the sound of clashing steel as the two fenced their way through the room. Surprised Clark stopped at the door and watched the two go at it until finally one of the figures found themselves pinned to the wall. As the figure was released they angrily tossed the weapon sending it embedding tip first into the wall about a foot away from Clark's face. Surprised at the sight the figure reached up to reveal the face of Lex Luthor.

"Clark?" questioned Lex in surprise.

"I didn't see you." Said Lex walking over to the teen.

"I, uh buzzed, but no one answered." Said Clark a bit surprised himself as Lex reached up and snatched the sword from the wall.

"How'd you get through the gate?" questioned Lex.

"I kinda squeezed through the bars, if this is a bad time..." Said Clark.

"No, I think Heiki has sufficiently kicked my ass for the day." Said Lex as he walked over and tossed his helmet to the young blonde woman he'd been sparring against.

"This is a great place." Said Clark.

"Yeah, if your dead and in the market for something to haunt." Said Lex with a grin as he moved out into the hall.

"I meant its roomy." Said Clark following after him.

"It's the Luthor ancestral home or so my father claims. He had it shipped over from Scotland stone by stone." Said Lex.

"Yeah I remember the trucks rolled through town for weeks but no one ever moved in."

At this Lex actually stopped on his way up the stairs and turned to face Clark absently removing the fencing gloves from his hands.

"My father had no intention of living here. He's never even stepped through the front door." Said Lex.

"Then why ship it over?" Questioned Clark.

"Because he could." Answered Lex before resuming his walk up the stairs.

Eventually they found their way into an office like room complete with a fireplace, a pool table and even exercise equipment.

"How's the new ride?" questioned Lex.

"That's why I'm here." Said Clark.

"What's the matter? You don't like it?" questioned Lex as he moved over to a glass table and moved to open a bottle of water.

"No, it's not that. I can't keep it." Said Clark causing Lex to place the bottle down.

"Clark, you saved my life. I think it's the least I can do." Said Lex causing Clark to lower his head.

"Your father doesn't like me, does he?" Questioned Lex though he continued before Clark could speak.

"It's okay I've been bald since I was nine." Said Lex running a hand over his head.

"I'm used to people judging me before they get to know me." Finished Lex looking within a mirror.

"It's not personal. He's just not crazy about your dad." Explained Clark.

"Figures the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Understandable." Said Lex

"What about you Clark? Did you fall far from the tree?" questioned Lex, a question that Clark honestly couldn't answer.

"I better go. Thanks for the truck." Said Clark handing Lex the keys before heading towards the door.

"Clark." Called Lex

"Do you believe a man can fly?" questioned Lex.

"Sure, in a plane." Answered the teen.

"No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about soaring through the clouds with nothing but air beneath you." Clarified Lex his face softening.

"People can't fly Lex." Said Clark.

"I did. After the accident, when my heart stopped. It was the most…exhilarating two minutes of my life. I flew over Smallville. And for the first time I didn't see a dead end; I saw a new beginning. Thanks to you I have a second chance. We have a future Clark, and I don't want anything to stand in the way of our friendship."

Elsewhere a crowd had gathered around the entrance of a store barricaded by the sheriff's department watching as a young man was wheeled out upon a stretcher by a team of medics. From within the crowd Chloe and Pete watched the scene as well, with the former recording it on a digital video camera.

"That's the third guy this week." Said Pete.

"And they're all former jocks." Said Chloe

Across from them Pete noticed another young man who stood out only due to the rather strange look upon his face. He wore a grey sweatshirt with the top half unzipped exposing the blue denim button down shirt beneath it, which only had a single button at the top undone. His hair was a dark brown, combed back neatly and his eyes were narrowed.

"Who's the weirdo?" questioned Pete tapping Chloe on the shoulder and motioning with his head.

"I don't know. Let's check him out." Said Chloe before snapping a quick pick of him

"His name's Jeremy Creek. This is a picture of him 12 years ago." Said Chloe as she pointed to a black and white year book picture.

"This however as the one I took four hours ago." Said Chloe pulling up the picture she'd taken outside of the store a bit earlier.

"That's impossible." Said Clark.

He'd ran into them while on his way through town and seeing as he needed to talk to the both of them figured he'd stick around and see what they were up to. Now he found himself within a classroom within the high school after the duo had explained the situation to him.

"He'd be like 26 today. It must be a kid that looks like him." finished the farm boy.

"My money was on the evil twin theory until we checked the missing persons." Said Pete.

"Jeremy disappeared from the state infirmary a few days ago where he'd been in a coma for 12 years. They say he suffered from massive electrolyte imbalance." Said Chloe handing over a piece of paper for Clark to see.

"That's why he hasn't aged a day." Said Pete.

"So your telling me he just woke up." Said Clark raising an eyebrow.

"No there was a huge electrical storm and the hospital's generator went down and when it came back on Jeremy was gone." Explained Chloe.

"Electricity must have charged him up like a Duracell." Said Pete.

"And now he's back in Smallville, putting former jocks into comas. Why?" mused Clark trying to put the pieces all together.

"Because 12 years ago today, they chose Jeremy Creek as the scarecrow." Said Pete trailing off at the end.

"Comatose boy found in field 20 yards from meteor strike." Said Clark reading the headline of a newspaper article.

"The explosion from the blast must have done something to his body." Said Chloe standing from her seat.

"No, this can't be right." Said Clark

"I think you ought to show him." said Pete tapping Clarks arm.

"Show me what?"

It didn't take long for Clark to find out. The three soon found themselves within the office of the school's newspaper, the Smallville Torch often shortened to simply The Torch. More specifically they were in the darkroom which appeared more like closet space that had been cleaned out. However what caught Clark's attention was the collage of newspaper and magazine articles covering the right wall.

"It started out as a scrapbook and just kind of mutated." Said Chloe.

"What is it?" questioned Clark

"I call it the Wall of Weird. It's every strange, bizzare, and unexplained event that has happened in Smallville since the meteor shower, that's when it all began. The town went schizo."

Clark wanted to be upset at the sight. In fact his first instinct was to question why she hadn't informed him of the collection sooner. However he instead took a breath, he couldn't rely on a first instinct that was actually due to a fear that had been induced into him by his parents since an early age. Of course he was still upset in that he couldn't help but feel responsible for everything he saw upon that wall. Turning away from the wall he collected himself with Pete and Chloe both watching him curiously.

"There's um, some things I wanted to talk with you guys about. Meet me in the loft after the dance." With that said the farm raised teen left the room quickly.

As he left the school proper Clark soon found a hand gripping his shoulder.

"Chloe not now." Said Clark before he found himself spun around now face to face with Whitney.

"Congratulations, Clark. You're this year's scarecrow." Said Whitney only for Clark to push him off.

"Don't mess with me right now." Said Clark.

"Come on then, bring it on!" said Whitney pushing Clark back and quickly removing his jacket.

Clark didn't need to be told and went to push back only to lose all of his strength as a familiar green stone that Whitney was wearing around his neck came into view. Quickly pushing him to the ground the quarterback grabbed hold of Clark's shirt glaring heatedly.

"What's going on with you and Lana?" questioned the quarterback.

"Nothing."

However his gaze was instead on the stone. Seeing this Whitney ripped it from around his neck and put it around Clark's.

"You like the necklace. Good, because this is as close as you'll ever get to her." Said Whitney.

From around the corner of the school Jeremy Creek watched as a truck pulled up and the jocks that had been with Whitney all worked to quickly toss Clark into the back putting a frown on his face.

That night found Clark hung up to a post like a scarecrow, stripped down to his boxers with a red 'S' painted on his torso and the glowing green stone hanging around his neck.

"Never changes." Said Jeremy catching the teens attention.

"Help me." Said Clark.

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

"You, your Jeremy." Said Clark.

"I thought if I punished them it would stop. But it never stops" said Jeremy before turning to walk away.

"Wait. Where are you going." Called Clark getting Jeremy to stop in his tracks.

"Homecoming dance. I never made it to mine." Said Jeremy.

"Get me down. Please?" said Clark

"You're safer here" said Jeremy before walking away.

As Jeremy left and crawled through a hole in the fence his profile was lit up by the lights of a car. Sticking his head out the window Lex's eyes widened and his mind went back 12 years, the day of the meteor shower when he first came to Smallville seeing the same person hung up as the scarecrow. Climbing out of the car he heard the sound of someone speaking and quickly left to investigate. What he found only a few minutes later was a sight he didn't expect as it was Clark he discovered this time around.

"Who did this to you?" questioned Lex as he went about untying the teen.

"Doesn't matter." Said Clark.

As soon as he was untied he fell to the ground like dead weight. As he pushed up he found that his strength had returned but made a show of stretching out his limbs before quickly grabbing his clothes.

"Clark you need to see a doctor." Said Lex.

"I'm okay. Besides I have other things to attend to." Said Clark before darting through the fields.

"At least let me give you a ride." Called Lex going unanswered however looking down he was greeted by the sight of the abandoned necklace.

Back at the school Chloe smiled as she was twirled and pulled back to Pete. The two of them had cleaned up nightly with Chloe now wearing a leopard print designed dress with a black shawl around her shoulders while Pete wore a black tux. Lana and Whitney were also in attendance each of them wearing crowns and sashes denoting them as the Homecoming King and Queen. Jeremy cared for none of that however instead his focus was outside, specifically on the sprinkler system. As he opened the door he was halted by a voice.

"Jeremy, you need to stop this." Turning towards the voice he was surprised to see Clark standing there almost hidden completely in darkness.

"I don't know how you got here. But you really should have stayed away." Said Jeremy as he dropped the crowbar he'd been holding and began walking towards him with Clark doing the same.

"I won't just let you hurt my friends." Said Clark

"Those people in there aren't your friends. The sprinklers will get them nice and wet I'll handle the rest." Said Jeremy continuing his slow walk towards Clark.

"They never did anything to you." Said Clark.

"I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for you and for all the others like us." Said Jeremy.

"What happened to you was my fault. I can understand your pain." Said Clark.

"I'm not in pain. I have a gift, and a purpose, a destiny." Said Jeremy as he turned away only to find Clark in front of him.

"So do I." said Clark.

Seeing this Jeremy scowled electricity visibly running across his body as he reached out and grabbed hold of Clark's shoulders. Grunting Clark scowled and grabbing Jeremy easily tossed him away sending him flying at a car only for him to bounce off the hood, crack the windshield with his head and hit the ground. Jeremy however proved himself to be not as fragile as he appeared hopping back to his feet quickly.

"Give it up Jeremy." Said Clark.

The reply to this was Jeremy placing a hand on the hood of the truck with electricity running down his arm causing it to start up. Without the slightest hesitation he quickly hopped behind the wheel; seeing him coming Clark braced himself and as the car hit he caught the hood with enough force that his hands dented it. Yet and still he was still pushed around as his feet hadn't been fully prepared with Jeremy swirving back and forth gaining speed until finally he slammed into and through a wall not seeing the water line. Clark however still maintained his hold and slowly climbed up, seeing this Jeremy tried to get out only to realized that the wall was pinning him in, both Clark and Jeremy realized too late that water was actually shooting into the car however.

As the two realized this the water hit Jeremy's feet, the results of which sent his powers out of control launching Clark away from the truck while Jeremy trapped inside was fried. Quickly climbing to his feet Clark pulled the car a bit further in freeing the door from the wall and pulling it off the hinges allowing the water to all spill out. Seeing Jeremy slumped forward he quickly reached inside pushing him back.

"Are you okay?" questioned Clark.

"Who are you, where am I." said Jeremy in confusion.

"I'm Clark Kent, and you're in Smallville."

"I want to go home."

Meanwhile inside the dance the students unaware of the drama that had unfolded outside continued their dancing. Taking a look inside from the balcony Clark could make out only Lana and Whitney in the center due to the spotlight shining upon them and as they kissed he turned away in disgust, his fist clenched in anger. As he left and walked outside he stopped upon seeing a line of trucks, smirking to himself and seeing no one around he cracked his knuckles. As the students emerged after the dance they were all greeted to the sight of a trio of stacked up trucks.

"Who did this to my truck?" demanded Whitney none of them seeing Clark's back as he walked off.

A while later as his father left the loft Clark clicked on the radio and glanced down into the telescope his sights set up at the distant stars.

"Yo Clark you up there." Called Pete breaking him from his thoughts.

"Yeah come on up."

"Is everything okay?" questioned Chloe as the two climbed the stairs to find Clark moving away from the telescope.

"Yeah sit down." Said Clark motioning to the couch as he himself took the chair.

"You two are my best friends, Pete your practically my brother, so I wanted to tell you guys something, against my parents judgment. First though you both have to swear that no matter what you'll never repeat what I'm telling you, to anyone and you can't post it in the Torch Chloe."

At this the two shared a look. Immediately Pete agreed as it wasn't often that Clark let anyone in on the secrets he kept. Chloe however struggled with it briefly as her natural reporters instinct was against such a bargain but she too agreed after a few moments

"A couple of days ago I found out something's about my past. Specifically I learned who my parents were." Said Clark.

"Clark that's amazing congratulations." Said Chloe smiling happy for her friend.

"My parents died when I was a baby, and their last act was to send me here." Explained Clark causing Chloe to immediately go somber.

"So where were they from?" questioned Pete.

Clark didn't answer with words. Instead he looked pointedly at the telescope. Following his gaze both Pete and Chloe went wide eyed before Pete began to laugh.

"Alright good joke, but be serious." Said Pete after a moment.

Clark didn't respond instead merely looked at the two with the same serious expression that he had been wearing.

"No way, you're serious." Said Chloe.

"How, why?" questioned Chloe after a moment to absorb the information.

"I'm not sure honestly. In all honesty I just had a weird dream and confronted my parents about it when I woke up. Even then I didn't remember most of it, even a lot of the important stuff I forgot, I just remembered what I told you." Said Clark

"No offense Clark but your appearance doesn't exactly scream alien." Said Pete.

"I know, that's why I didn't know until now. I don't think that aliens are actually little green men with antennas though.

"So do you like have any powers?" questioned Chloe in excitement.

"Well aside from super strength, I'm pretty fast and apparently practically invulnerable though the last one just kicked in." Admitted Clark.

"So that's why your dad wouldn't ever let you do anything." Said Pete in realization.

"Wait a minute if that's true that means it was you that stacked up those trucks tonight." Said Chloe.

"They had it coming." Said Clark defending his actions.

"So the day of the meteor shower?" questioned Chloe.

"That's apparently the day I landed here." Said Clark.

"Alright then let's see this ship." Said Pete still not fully believing it.

As Clark stood and the three moved down from the loft none of them realized with his act of trust he would shift the path that their futures had laid before them.

AN: That's it the initial chapter is done. While i won't go episode after episode i will at least summerize what I skipped over. Thanks for reading and please review until next time LATER.