Roswell Fanatics

Chapter 9c

“Come kids, wash up quickly, then sit down.” Mrs. Kent is carrying platters of food to the table. “Clark, show Liz where the bathroom is, please.”

When we are finally seated at the table, Mr. Kent appears from outside, immediately going to the sink to wash his hands.

“Hi, sorry I’m late. I had to place extra poles on the north boundary. I could have really used your strength for this one, Clark. It was really difficult for a mere mortal like–” Mr. Kent turned around and stopped at the sight of me. “Oh. Hello.”

“Jonathan, this is Liz Parker, Nancy’s daughter. She’s just moved to Smallville and since she was alone tonight, I invited her for dinner.” Mrs. Kent rushed to explain.

Standing, I approached him. “Good evening Mr. Kent. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Hesitantly, he shakes my hand, gives Mrs. Kent a look that I can’t interpret, before responding. “Hello Liz.”

“Well, sit everyone, let’s eat.”

Passing the plate of roast chicken, Mr. Kent looks at me again. “Liz, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

Peeking at Clarks sitting across from me, I wink. “Not really. You may have seen me at the airport. I stole Clark’s luggage cart from right under his nose.”

“What?! That’s not how it happened. If I recall, I offered it to you when you started sulking.”

“Sulking! Please, if anything, you fell for the whole damsel in distress thing. The ultimate in female weaponry… It works waaay better than the supposed Clark Kent charm.” We were grinning at each other.

“I’ll have you know that no girl can resist my charm.” He challenged.

“Oh really, well it might interest you to know that although the girls fall for your lines, women need something a bit more substantial than bumbling one-liners and dimpled, vacant smiles. That’s not charm – it’s retarded… Besides, girls play with dolls and have fake tea parties, they’ll fall for anything.”

“Hey, that’s harsh! I’m really hurt.” He placed a hand over his heart and pouted.

“Oh yes, and my heart bleeds lumpy yellow custard for you too.”

“I see how it is… Just use and abuse us poor guys…”

“Children, please.” Mr. Kent’s voice interrupted our verbal banter. “Clark, that’s enough. Let’s eat dinner in peace, please. Any minute now, your mother will join in the discussion and then we men will be doomed.”

“Jonathan!”

Laughing appreciatively at Mr. Kent, I settle down to eat dinner.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Kent starts asking questions. “So Liz, what are you planning on doing after school?”

“Well, I want to study Molecular Biology, hopefully at Harvard. But, if my grade point average doesn’t go up significantly, then I will look at Metropolis University’s MB program. It’s not bad, and they have quite a few renowned scientists on their faculty.”

“That’s quite impressive. You seem to have given it a lot of thought.”

“Yeah, it’s been a dream of mine since I was a young girl. My grandmother, though, always hoped that I would follow in her footsteps and study archaeology.”

“That’s a very different field of study. Why did she think there was a chance of you studying archaeology?”

“Well, according to my grandmother, I used to love going on digs with her during the holidays. She used to say that I was in my element when faced with the cultures of old, mucking around in the dirt looking at pottery or centuries old paintings.” I miss my grandmother...
“You can’t help but get excited about it. Just think, you’re standing where someone else stood thousands of years ago, trying to understand their culture, their beliefs, trying to decipher the meaning behind their drawings… It’s all a part of our history, and it’s important to preserve it, you know? There would be no learning if these so-called primitive people hadn’t left us this artistic heritage. How else would we know about the ancient cultures?”

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Clark looked stunned.

“Sorry, I tend to run off at the mouth…”

“No Liz, you seem very passionate about the subject.” Mrs. Kent smiled. “Did you learn anything on the digs?”

“Oh lots, but there is so much we don’t know about and that we are incapable of interpreting. Of course, there is the alternative theory – that the cave paintings and sculptures, like those on the Easter Island and even the pyramids were not created by man at all.”

Clark gave me a sceptical look. “So, who did? The aliens?”

“Clark!” Mr. Kent admonished.

“Actually Clark, that is the theory – that the ancients had extra-terrestrial assistance. Modern man does not like to believe that the primitive hominids developed a language that we, in modern day times, are incapable of deciphering.”

“And what is your belief?” Clark asked quietly.

“Personally, I would like to think that human beings were capable of creating and producing that kind of art. But, that doesn’t mean that I’m ruling out the possibility of alien assistance either. That sounds indecisive, doesn’t it? Like I’m sitting on the fence?” I pull a face. “Put it this way, I’m open to the possibility that there is life beyond out planet, and that in coming to our planet, they were able to pass on some of their knowledge to us, which might have taken us centuries to figure out.” I look at each occupant sitting at the table showing varying degrees of shock on their faces. “Am I freaking you guys out?”

“Actually no. It’s just that a lot of people don’t believe in the existence of aliens.”

Shrugging at Clark, I answer. “I suppose the open mind comes from having grown up in Roswell, New Mexico. Home of the Aliens… And the annual Crash Festival.”

“It doesn’t freak you out?”

“No Clark, it doesn’t. Why should it? It’s just like differing cultures on Earth, except on a larger scale.”

“Okay guys, enough debate. How about dessert? I made chocolate cheesecake.”

“Wow, Mrs. Kent. My best dessert in the world, can I come and live with you?”

“Yeah, why not. We’ll put you in the stable.”

“Clark, your mother is right. You have no manners. Besides, I would be the guest, so you would be kicked out of your bed.”

“Huh, I don’t think so…”

“Clark, clear the table.”

“What?” He appealed to his dad. “It’s all her fault, she’s the one that started it.”

“I don’t care.”

I couldn’t help the snicker… “Come on cry-baby, let me help you.” Immediately, I stand up and start stacking dishes to take to the kitchen.

“Liz, you don’t have to do that. You’re a guest.”

“It’s no problem, Mrs. Kent. Besides, you cooked the delicious meal… In fact, why don’t you and Mr. Kent relax. Clark and I will serve dessert and make some coffee, okay?” Passing Clark, I not so gently elbow him. “Hey lazy-bones, get up and help. You can start the dishes.”

“How come I get the dirty work?”

Stopping, I turn to him. “Would you like some cheese with that whine?”

Hearing a knock, I turn again and see a bald-headed guy standing at the door. Placing the dishes on the counter, I reach out to open it, when Clark pushes me aside and opens it himself.

“Hi Lex, what are you doing here?”

“You are such an ass.” Shoving him out of the way, I turn to the man standing in the doorway.

“Hi, I’m Liz Parker. I hope you aren’t friends with this rude, obnoxious doofus.”

“Hey!” He protests.

“Why don’t you go do the dishes like you were told.”

Clearly amused, Lex introduces himself. “Hello Liz, I’m Lex Luthor. Unfortunately, I am indeed a friend of Clark’s.”

“You have my sympathies.”

“Hey.” I hear the protest again.

“Are you still here?”

“Hello Lex, why don’t you come in. These two are in fine form tonight, and if you are waiting for an invitation from either of them, then you’re doomed to stand outside for the rest of the night.”

“Hey!” We both object at the same time.

Mr. Kent turns to us. “We’ll be having one more guest for dessert.” Gesturing Lex ahead of him into the dining room, I hear Mr. Kent ask, “So Lex, where’s your lovely wife?”

The grumbling next to me drowns out the response of the departing Lex, and I turn to stare at Clark. “Look, instead of griping, let’s just get to it. The sooner we start, the sooner we’re done.”

Turning on the kettle, I open the refrigerator to get out the cheesecake. Clark places the coffee mugs on the table along with dessert plates and forks.

“Clark, sugar bowl and milk jug, please. Oh, and a tray as well.” Seeing the requested items being placed on the counter, I start cutting the cake. “Thanks.”

“Clark, don’t just stand there. Start the dishes.” Following my order, he picks up the plates and scrapes all the leftovers into the garbage disposal.

Working in companionable silence, we get everything done quickly, before I instruct Clark to carry the tray into the dining room.

“Hey everyone, dessert is served.”

“Wow Liz, I’m impressed. I think we might need to keep you. Now, if you can only teach him to tidy his room, do his homework properly and get to school on time…”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Kent. Leave him to me, and I’ll have him trained in no time.” He looked so cute with red cheeks… “Hey Clark, red is definitely your colour.”

“What?” And adorably confused as well…

Lex laughed, and pointed to Clark’s cheeks.

“Oh.” He turned even more red, shooting me a dirty look when I laugh again. “Laugh it up short stuff, just remember when you least expect it…”

“Yeah yeah… I’m shaking in my boots, can you hear?” Looking into his eyes, they promise retribution and I can’t wait. Short stuff. I liked it when he said it… or maybe it’s the affection in his tone.

“Children, please.” Mr. Kent says for the second time that night. “So Lex, what brings you by?”

AN.
Hey guys. Who knew I'd get to chapter 10 so fast.
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Chapter 10

Walking down the hall to my locker the following morning, I think about the previous evening. I haven’t stopped smiling since I woke up. It was amazing how comfortable I felt with the Kents. Even after dessert, we had all just sat around the table chatting amiably, and to Clark’s relief, we didn’t even have to do any more dishes.

Opening my locker, I take out my books for my first class and untying my sweater from around my waist, shove that into my locker. Seeing Clark approaching, I grin at him. “Hey, how’s it going?”

Leaning against the locker, he greeted me. “Hi Liz. Did Nell say anything about you getting back so late last night?”

Last night, Lex had visited for over an hour. He said that he had come by to catch up, since he hadn’t seen the Kents in a while. Following that, Clark and I had managed to finish our homework, intermingled with a lot of banter before he finally drove me back to Aunt Nell’s house.

“No, I managed to sneak in quietly, and then disappear while Aunt Nell was in the shower this morning.” I laugh. “I’m going to have to pay the piper though, and it’s not going to be good. If Aunt Nell is anything like my mom, I’ll probably not be able to leave the house for over a month. Thank God, dad is not around, he goes completely ballistic.”

“Actually, I’m impressed. I’ve never been able to sneak into the house, without mom or dad or both catching me.”

Placing my books in my bag, I close my locker and turn to Clark, folding my hands. “Oh really? And what were you up to that you had to sneak back into the house?” Watching him, I notice that his cheeks have gone red. “Clark, are you blushing?”

“No–”

“Hi Clark.”

Clark pushes himself off the locker and stands up straight before turning around. Only then do I see a black guy standing behind him.

“Hey Pete,” Clark greeted, patting the boy on the back. “Liz, this is my best friend, Pete. Pete, this is Liz. She moved here from Roswell.”

“He forgot to mention that I’m the bane of his existence…” I smirk at Clark, before turning to Pete again. “Hi Pete, it’s nice to meet you.”

I see him give Clark a measuring glance before facing me again. “Hi Liz.”

“So Pete, how long have you and Clark known each other.”

“Um, practically our whole lives.”

“Really, how could you possibly stand it… he’s a complete–” Faster than I could blink, his hand was on my mouth.

“Remember short stuff, I already owe you one. You want to make that two?”

Pulling his hand away from my mouth, I laugh at him. “Oh please, you’re all talk, no action.”

“So Roswell, huh? Why come to Smallville? I’m sure Roswell is much more exciting.” Pete asks, obviously perplexed.

“Nope, unfortunately not. Roswell is a small town just like Smallville. Practically nothing to do and the most exciting thing is the annual Crash Festival.”

Pete snorts, “The Crash Festival? What the hell is that?”

“Well, Roswell was a really small town, a hole in the desert kind of place, until one fateful day in 1947 when an alien spaceship crash-landed on Pohlman’s Ranch. Of course, the government covered it up entirely saying that it was a weather balloon. And I, a native of Roswell, can tell you that we have the most consistent weather year round. What could they have possibly been measuring?” Seeing that I still had his attention, I continued. “Anyway, every July the town holds a festival – with food stands and games. There is also a major party, everyone dresses up like aliens, or what they believe aliens to look like, and then they re-enact the crash.”

“Okay, that’s really weird.” Clark nodded, agreeing with Pete.

“Well, if you think that’s weird, just remember that for the rest of the year, we still have to put up with the alien theme. The UFO museum on the main street… My best friend’s mom makes tiny alien figurines and sells alien purses and bags and T-shirts and sweaters… And my parents own The Crashdown Café, where we make things like a Sigourney Weaver, a Will Smith, a Blood of an Alien Smoothie…” Watching them pull their faces, I laugh. “Yep, one day I’ll take you guys there so that you can get the full picture.”

Hearing the bell ring, I pick up my bag and start walking away from them. “Bye guys, I’ve got to get to class. Clark, I’ll see you in Math.”

Two classes later, I find myself continuously looking at the clock. It’s really remarkable how time barely moves when you’re looking forward to something. Like my next class with Clark… Like dinner tonight… Lex had surprised me last night by inviting me along with the Kents, to dinner at his house tonight.

“Um, thanks Lex, but you barely know me and didn’t you say that this dinner was for family.”

He looked at me and smiled. “No, I insist. You must come, any girl that can put my surrogate brother in his place is well worth knowing.”

“I really don’t want to intrude.” I was very hesitant, and very briefly, the thought of Lana crossed my mind.

“Please Liz, this is definitely no intrusion. Besides we have so much space, we could have the whole UN attending, and there would still be enough space and food for a tiny girl like you.”

Hearing Clark snickering next to me, I jab him in the side, and smile at Lex. “Thank you very much, Lex. I would love to attend.”

“That’s wonderful. Should I send a car?”

“Um, send a car?”

“No Lex, don’t worry. Liz can come here after school, and we will all go together.” Mr. Kent answered. “Is that all right with you, Liz? Otherwise, we can send Clark to come and pick you up.”

“Actually, I’d rather Clark come and pick me up if you don’t mind. It will give me time to finish up on my homework. Besides I also want to call my folks tomorrow. I haven’t spoken to them in a few days.”

“Then it’s settled.” Lex stood up to leave, before kissing the back of my hand. “It was certainly a pleasure to meet you, Liz. See you tomorrow.”

I must admit that the chivalrous gesture had surprised me a little. I hadn’t realised that men still did that in this day and age of gender equality. And of course, Clark made fun of me, teasing me about the apparent blush that I had sported.

“Right class, homework.” Ignoring the groans, Professor Atkins continued. “I want a comparative study on the ten different systems in the human body, with particular emphasis on the way they work together. Please make sure to include all references and label diagrams appropriately. Failure to do so will result in a lower grade. This project is due in 3 weeks and will count toward your final grade. The person who hands in the best project, will also then get the opportunity to present it to the class, for the chance to earn extra credit.”

Finally the bell rings, and I pack my bag and leave the class, heading to Math and to Clark. Entering the class, I see him at the back, and take the empty seat next to him.

“Hey. What time are you picking me up tonight?”

Seeing the head next to Clark turning to stare, I realise that it’s Pete. “Hey Pete, I didn’t know you took this class as well. Why didn’t I see you yesterday?”

He was still looking at Clark incredulously. “Oh, I uh wasn’t feeling well.”

“Oh, are you okay?”

Pete finally turned his attention to me and answered, “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.”

“Cool. So Clark, time?”

“I’ll be there at about 7. I’ll have to do chores at home first.”

“Alright. That’s fine with me. Oh, remind me to give you my number later.”

“Don’t worry, I have Nell’s number.”

Forcing a smile, I reply. “No Clark, I meant my cell phone number.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Good Morning Class.” Mr. Fuller entered the classroom. “Please take out your Calculus books and turn to page 10. Today, we will be continuing with the graphing of functions…”

The rest of the class went by quickly with both Clark and Pete seemingly paying attention, unlike me. After that, we all went our separate ways. Both of the guys mentioning that they were going to the Torch inviting me along, but I declined, wanting to set up a timetable to practice my powers. I also needed to find a place, or rather push Clark to help me find one. So it was with that mindset that I found myself sitting alone in the deserted football stadium.

The way I figured, the least obvious power to practice, should anyone be watching, was projection. Now I had to just find my trigger. I never did this again after reaching Max the last time. Who could I project to? Only the aliens? Only Max? Did I need a connection? Could I project to a place as opposed to a person? Could the projected me interact with people and objects? It appeared as though distance wasn’t a problem, because let’s face it Roswell to New York is quite far. But, did I need alien help to achieve that distance? And maybe I’m over-thinking the whole thing…

The blasting would definitely have to wait. That was too visible to be done anywhere except in complete privacy. Like the projection, I’ve done this one, so I know how it works… it just means building up your power to unbelievable proportions, or losing control, which is something I don’t want…

With the changing of molecular structure, I can practice at Nell’s house in my room. That one was easy, I only needed some T-shirts and sweaters, some fruit, a glass of water and maybe a flower or two. That covered most of the senses – sight, taste, touch and smell…

The premonitions are a bit touch and go, so I might have to practice those on inanimate objects or maybe try to call up the premonition when touching someone. I’d rather have control of it than have the premonitions catch me by surprise.

As for the dream-walking, mind-warping and healing, those would have to come at a later stage. I would rather practice the powers I do have until they are second nature before starting something new.

Taking out my journal, I jot down everything I’ve decided. With a plan of action in hand, I feel a lot lighter and determined. Smiling, I check my watch and make my way back to the school – I have a few minutes to go pass the Torch before my next class starts.

Walking into the office, the conversation stops immediately. Looking around quickly, I see the only people in the office are Chloe, Clark, Lana and Pete. Does nobody else work at the newspaper? “Hi guys, I finished a little early and decided to join you for a bit before my next class.”

No one answers, and I start to wonder if something’s wrong. Chloe and Lana are frowning. Pete is staring at me and Clark looks upset. “Am I interrupting?”

Clark steps forward. “No, Liz. It’s fine. Come in. We were discussing whether an article should be placed in the next issue of the Torch.”

“Okay.” I still feel as though I’m missing something or that I should be leaving…

Suddenly, Chloe asks, “So, is everyone going to the Talon after school?”

“Yeah, unfortunately, I have to work.” Lana grimaces. “And late as well, we are really short-staffed.”

“Oh Lana, that’s too bad. Well, we can all come over this afternoon and keep you company.” Chloe offers.

“Yeah, why not. You can take advantage of the 2 for 1 Latte special.” Lana agrees.

“Um, I’m sorry. I won’t be able to go today. I have a huge project to start for Bio, I’ve got to call my folks and then I’m going out for dinner tonight.” I shrug and gesture apologetically. “Sorry Lana.”

I see Pete look at me before turning to Clark to look at him expectantly. Curious, I look at Clark.

“Sure Lana. I’ll meet you there, but I can’t stay long. I have chores to do at home and then I’m going to dinner as well.” Clark answered.

“With who?” Lana was frowning fiercely. “Are you and Liz going out together?”

“No. Not in the way you mean. Lex came by last night and invited us to dinner, and since Liz was there, he extended the invitation to her as well.”

The silence was deafening, no-one said a word. Chloe is now also frowning. Pete is just looking at Clark, who has gone red in the face and Lana is staring at me.

Her eyes not leaving mine, Lana starts toward me. “Could you guys excuse us? Liz and I have something to discuss.” The tone was cold – matching the look in her eyes.

Looking back at Chloe, I don’t see any kindness but at least the aggression is not as evident as it is with Lana. Lana marches to the exit, her stony silence screaming across my nerves. Leaving my bag on the nearest desk, I follow Lana. Finally walking outside, we end up at the empty baseball pitch.

“Liz, what is going on with you and Clark?”

Are my feelings that obvious? “Nothing. We are just friends.”

“That’s such bull, Liz. You come here and then almost immediately move in on my boyfriend. What the hell?! Do you think I haven’t noticed how you come on to him? How you are constantly finding ways to stand close to him? To touch him? Whispering in his ear?” Her voice is getting louder, and I’m thankful that there are no witnesses to this. “Yesterday you disappear from the Talon and return to Aunt Nell’s near midnight, being dropped off by Clark. And then, what do I see this morning, you trying your damndest to flirt with him.”

“Lana, you are overreacting.” This is ridiculous. Okay, maybe I do have a crush on Clark, but I’ve never actively pursued him. I know that he’s going out with Lana, a fact which is seriously holding me back.

“Is this why you left Roswell?” The exact opposite, actually…

“Listen to me,” her finger practically in my face. “I won’t have you coming to Smallville, staying in my house and then behaving like a complete slut in your attempts to steal him away from me.”

What the hell! I’ve been fighting to be friends with him, pushing my hurt feelings aside, and ignoring these emotions that threaten to overcome my morals, simply because he is going out with Lana. So to be attacked in this way is completely unfair. And I will not take it, family or no. I had enough from Isabel, and I vowed that I would not accept it again…

“Lana!” Speaking firmly, I make my feelings known. “First of all, lower your voice when you are talking to me. I am not a child. Second, take your finger out of my face before you lose it. I do not appreciate you attacking me because of your petty insecurities. If you don’t trust Clark, then you shouldn’t be going out with him. Third, you know nothing of my life in Roswell, and for you to assume anything regarding my motives is completely ridiculous. I won’t be made the scapegoat because of your inability to have faith in your own boyfriend. And finally, don’t you ever call me a slut again.”

I see stunned disbelief on her face, and would have laughed if I wasn’t so mad. What did she think – that I wouldn’t fight back! Well, screw that…

All of a sudden, I feel the slap across my face and staring at Lana, my anger sky-rockets. I make a move towards Lana, before I start hearing the crackle of electricity and stop dead. Oh no, please… The air feels like there is an electric storm approaching.

Obviously, she can hear and feel as well. “What in the name of…” She screams, backing away from me.

Her fear was palpable; grating on my nerves, making an already bad situation worse, and feeling the intense need to blow something up, I know I have to get away from Lana fast before I end up doing something I regret. Seeing Lana rushing back to the school, I turn away and quickly run/walk to the other side of the field, where I see a lot of trees. At this stage and in my state, meditation will not help. The pain is starting, the fire beginning to burn and I’m starting to see the green sparks rising off my skin. When I feel as if the pain is going to tear me apart from the inside, I finally reach the copse of trees and race through them until I reach a river. Unable to walk any further, I collapse on the ground, hold out my hand and let go.

The blast is powerful enough to rival Michael’s, the white stream of light clearly visible, and I hope that there is no-one around to see this display. My hairs are standing up on my arms, and it feels as if there are millions of ants crawling over my skin. With the release easing the pain, I slowly breathe out and close my eyes. When it finally stops, I realise that I couldn’t allow this to happen, determined that I wouldn’t lose control again, especially when there were people around. Who knew what the consequences would be, and I would hate to hurt anyone because I didn’t know how to handle my powers. Opening my eyes, I look up and I’m shocked – there across the river, where a few trees had stood were a few piles of ash. Oh God… I feel the need to throw up… My stomach is churning, and yet I still can’t tear my eyes away from the destruction that I had caused. Oh God… it could have been Lana… At the thought, I bend over and start dry heaving, and then crumple on the ground, curled up in a foetal position, still staring across the river.

“Liz?” The soft whisper comes from behind me.

Ignoring it, I stay curled up on the grass, appalled by what I had done, tears falling down my face.

“Liz?” The voice comes again, before arms gently pick me up. I whimper as the touch is abrasive across my sensitive skin. Turning me away from the evidence of my actions, I glance up at a blurry Clark, who is staring at me, concerned. His arms gather me closer until my face in buried in his neck, and then unable to stop myself, I start sobbing.
I don’t know how long we stayed in that position, but by the time I had stopped crying, I realise that Clark is rocking me, and at the same time running his hand up and down my back.

Taking stock, I notice that the white T-shirt beneath me is wet from my tears, my left hand is holding hi jacket in a firm grip, while my right hand is around his back. My stomach hurts, my throat feels like there’s a ball lodged in there and my eyes feel gritty. All in all, I guess I must look a mess. “I’m sorry.” My voice sound hoarse.

“How are you doing?” Clark hasn’t moved one inch and is still soothing.

My eyes start watering again, but I fight the tears. I’m not going to cry again. That’s not an option at the moment, especially as I know I’m going to have a lot to explain. Shifting, I sit up, letting go of his jacket. “I’m okay, considering.” Forcing myself to move out of his arms, I stand and with no small amount of resolve, I turn around and look across the river again. It doesn’t look any better…

Clark comes to stand next to me, and grabbing his hand, I squeeze tight. “Clark.” Not daring to look at him, I instead keep my eyes on the destruction brought about by own hand. “I suppose you want an explanation, huh?”

“An explanation would be great, but maybe not now. Come; let’s get you away from here.” He gently tugs on my hand.

“I hadn’t realised that it was so…” I couldn’t stop looking at it. “I’m scared, Clark. I’m not even a hybrid. It shouldn’t have been so… much! What would have happened if someone had been around? I didn’t even want these powers. Maybe, I should have died…”

“Liz.” Using his free hand to turn my face towards his, he squeezes my hand and moves closer. “Liz, I don’t understand what you are saying. But, we need to get out of here, before someone comes okay?”

It hit me like a sledgehammer – a helluva light show – of course, somebody was going to notice. These kinds of events always bring trouble down on our heads, and usually in the form of the FBI. Shit! This was no time to break down! That could come later… Pulling Clark’s hand, I start moving towards the school.

“Come Clark, we don’t want to be caught here. If anyone asks, we were just walking on the grounds, okay? I got into a fight with my cousin, and was upset. You decided to come and comfort me… Don’t mention Lana unless completely necessary, otherwise you will have to answer as to why you were comforting me instead of Lana, okay?” Walking faster, I continue to drag him along. “Also, if someone pushes, just tell then that we saw the bright light, but it freaked us out so we decided to go back. Otherwise, we know nothing. Deny, evade and then get the hell out of dodge.”

I was so busy towing him behind me that I didn’t see the sharp look or the raised eyebrows at my quick justification for being in the area… So frantic that I didn’t hear the muttered, “Liz, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

On reaching the door heading into the school, I remember one last thing. “Oh, whatever you do, just act normally.” As I begin to take a step, I stop dead. Turning around slowly, I plead with him. “Clark, please don’t tell anyone about me. I promise, I will explain, but I can’t afford to have anyone know about me. Please, I don’t even know if Lana saw anything and I don’t know what she will be doing with that information. Just please, don’t say anything.”

“Liz, you don’t have to worry. After school, come over to my house and we’ll talk, okay?” Searching his eyes, I see only sincerity and relief fills me.

“Thanks, Clark.”

“Oh shit, how do I look?” Frantic now, I stare down at my arms. Okay, not so bad, just a couple of bruises. I could see the blood-filled veins, but it wasn’t as bad as the last time.

“Huh, what?” Clark looks mystified.

“Clark, lend me your jacket. I’ll return it as soon as I get my sweater from my locker.” I wipe my face, and hope I don’t look like a complete ghoul when we go inside. Taking the denim jacket from Clark, I put it on, practically drowning in it. His smell surrounds me, and I close my eyes to savour it, wrapping the jacket tighter around me.

On opening my eyes, I look at Clark ready to thank him when I sense my body swaying. I feel weak and light-headed. Lifting a hand to my head, I see the shaking and then experience the weakness in the knees. It’s like I could feel each individual part of my body collapsing. Trying to understand it, I see Clark frowning. His lips are moving, but I can’t hear him. Finally becoming aware that with the adrenaline rush gone; my body now fully depleted of energy, was ready to give in. Opening my mouth, I try to explain to Clark what was happening, but nothing comes out. From a distance, I hear my name being called before the blackness overcomes me completely.

AN.
Have I told you guys that you rock big-time. Hugs and kisses for the great f/b.
I've never said it before, but Lana really grates on my nerves, way too whiny and always looking for someone to rescue her. I'm so glad you guys feel the same way.
As for whether she will feature again, I leave that up to my muse...


Chapter 11

Coming back from the depths of darkness, I realise that I’m lying in a bed, the smell of antiseptic strong in the air. That wasn’t right. My bedroom normally smelt like mint, with a tinge of Crashdown food added to the mix.

Trying to get my thoughts straight, I fight to open my eyes. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was Clark giving me his jacket, and then feeling very weak. I hadn’t been able to stand upright, and then my knees had given out and I had started to fall. Okay, and then what… Wait a minute… Clark! This was Smallville! Where was I?

To my relief, I start to hearing voices. That’s better. Doesn’t seem as if there’s anything seriously wrong. Now, if only I could open my eyes.

“Nurse, we are going to need to get the blood work done quickly. Please draw a few vials of Ms. Parker’s blood. I’ll try and get it to the lab tonight. It could just be a case of exhaustion, but I’d rather double check to be sure…”

Oh Shit! Blood work? I was starting to panic. They couldn’t take my blood. Why the hell am I just lying here? Get up, dammit! Hearing two sets of footsteps walking away, I will myself to make a move. Slowly prying my eyes open a sliver; I see a bright light and struggle to keep them open. Lifting my hand, I rip the IV out of my arm, and then pull myself up. Removing the blanket, I slide down off the bed and stand up. Swaying a little, I hold on to the bed frame for a moment until I feel myself getting steadier. Spying the cabinet on the opposite side of the room, I quickly open it, thrilled to see my clothes.

Once dressed, I quietly pull open the door, and peek outside. I didn’t see the faces of the nurse or doctor in my room, so I guess I’m going to have to avoid all of them. There are two orderlies talking in the hallway, and a woman in a white coat was walking away. I wish I could mind-warp… Finally I see an opportunity when the orderlies finish their chat and move off in opposite directions. Hurriedly sneaking out of the room, I walk quickly down the corridor and turn the corner, breaking out into a run heading for the sign indicating that the elevator was up ahead.

Pressing the button, I surreptitiously look around me, ready to dash if needs be. What feels like 10 interminably long minutes later, the doors open and I enter, only breathing again when the doors close and the lift starts moving down. Reaching the ground floor, I step out into the corridor, seeing the exit sign above the door on the far right hand side. Great, almost free! Leaving the hospital, I breathe a sigh of relief, glad to have dodged that ball. Moving away from the door and walking a little distance down the road, I sit at the bench near a bus stop.

Now that I’m out of there, I’ve got to figure out a way to get back to Aunt Nell’s. My cell phone is in my bag, presumably still at the Torch and I don’t have any change on me. If I could, I’d kick myself for the gross stupidity. Oh well, one more thing to add to the list. Make sure you are prepared for quick escapes… Okay, so I guess I’m walking back to Aunt Nell’s… Except that I haven’t a clue as to which direction I should take. It’s already 6pm and getting dark.

“Liz.” A hand grabs my shoulder.

Stifling a scream, I jump up, turn around, misstep on the uneven sidewalk and fall on my butt. Instantly, I bring my hand up, ready to defend.

Holding up both hands in a non-threatening way, I see Clark looking down at me. “Whoa, Liz. It’s only me.”

“Shit Clark, you scared the hell out of me.” Putting my hand down, I stand up, rubbing my bruised posterior.

“Liz, what are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be resting in a hospital bed.” Clark looks at me, concerned and frowning. “Talk about scaring the shit out of someone. You were perfectly fine and then all of a sudden, you’re completely out of it, and I couldn’t wake you up.”

Recognising the fear in his tone and realising that it was for me, I can feel my body warming up from the inside. “I’m sorry. Used up too much energy, I guess. How did I get to the hospital?”

“I brought you here. I was really worried, Liz.”

Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around his stomach and give him a squeeze. Feeling his arms come around me, I lay my head against his chest and just breathe him in. “Thank you for worrying, but it really wasn’t necessary.”

“That’s for the doctor to determine.” There was a slight pause, and then he asked, “Did they discharge you already? I thought for sure that they would keep you overnight.”

He didn’t need to know that I ran away… “Sure. There’s nothing wrong with me.” Reluctantly stepping out of his arms, I look up at him. “Clark, where’s all of my stuff?”

“I have it in the pick-up. I would have brought your sweater, but I didn’t know what your combination was.”

“That’s fine. I’ve got plenty of them at home.” Realising that I was still wearing his jacket, I apologise. “Oh, sorry. Do you want your jacket back?”

“No, that’s okay. Come on, let’s go. I’ll drive you home. That’s actually why I wasn’t here when you woke up. I went to get your stuff and the truck.” Leading the way, he opens the door of a big red Dodge Ram, then surprises me by lifting me up and seating me on the passenger side.

“Um, thanks. Although, I’m sure I could have managed the step up just fine.”

“Liz.” He just gives me a look before closing the door and getting in on the driver’s side.

“Clark, are we going to be on time for dinner tonight. Did you manage to do all you chores at home?”

“Well, I didn’t think that you would feel up to it, so I thought that we could postpone it until tomorrow.” Clark looked at me.

“No, I’m okay. Of course we should go. Besides, you can’t cancel now. That would be rude.”

“Lex will understand.”

“Clark, I’m fine.” Amused by the worrying. “What you could do though, is call and tell Lex that we’ll be a little late. I presume your parents will be going on ahead of us.”

Clark nodded. “Yeah, they said that they would take the car.”

“Good. How much time are you going to need to get ready? It’s 6:30 now, so I think I can be ready by 7:30.”

“Oh, I don’t need a lot of time, a quick shower and change and I’m done.” Pulling up outside Aunt Nell’s house, Clark turns to me. “Liz, you uh… you know we still have to talk.”

Looking at the lights burning in the house, I nod. “Yeah, I know. I’m not avoiding it. It’s just that with that whole passing out thing, I’m way behind schedule. I don’t know how many classes I’ve missed, or how much homework I have. I was supposed to call my parents tonight… Oh Lord, I hope nobody called them from the hospital.” Looking at Clark, I seek assurance. “They wouldn’t have called my parents, would they?”

Frowning, he answers. “I don’t think so. They didn’t have any of your details, remember. If they did call anyone, I would assume it would have been Nell.”

“I hope not, Clark. For everyone’s sake. Otherwise, the parental units will be here tonight, and Aunt Nell will be waiting for me inside that house, probably ready to take me back to the hospital on my father’s orders.”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

“Clark!”

“It’s just that I don’t understand how they could just let you go. You passed out. No warning, nothing. And that was hours ago.”

“Clark, please stop worrying. Look, we are both going to the same place tonight. You can watch me like a hawk the whole time, and if I show even a hint of dizziness then you have my permission to take me back to the hospital. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” He didn’t look happy about it. Who knew that Clark was such a worry-wart?

“Cool, so I’ll see you in an hour?”

Walking up to the house, I hear the pick-up drive off. Inside I see a note from Aunt Nell saying that she will be working late again. Dancing a jig, I make my way to my bedroom to get ready. After a 10 minute soak in the bathtub, I dry off and put on my favourite body cream before standing in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear. Finally choosing cream tailored pants and a brown sequined top with spaghetti straps, I complement it with a pair of ankle high brown boots, gold hoop earrings, and a matching bracelet and necklace. Putting on my make-up with a light touch, I brush my hair until it shines and I’m finally ready to go.

Hearing the truck outside, I scribble a quick note for Aunt Nell. Grabbing my purse and a cream shawl, I walk out the door. Standing next to the truck, Clark is wearing a beige pants, blue shirt, a red tie and a dark blue dinner jacket. I can officially say that he looked stunningly hot. “Well, well Mr. Kent. You clean up very nicely.”

“Why, thank you Miss Parker.” As I get closer, he pulls his hand from behind his back and presents me with a yellow rose.

“Wow, it’s beautiful, thank you.” I’m delightfully surprised.

Leaning down, he whispers. “Just don’t tell mom. I stole it from her garden.”

“What a rebel!” Laughing at him, I see his face change.

“Liz, you look beautiful.”

“Why, thank you sir. Have you been practicing your Kent charm? If so, I have to say, so far, so good.”

“Huh! I think I deserve better than that.” Opening the door, he reaches for my hand to assist me.

I smile at him. “Well, that remains to be seen. But I’ll give you my verdict at the end of the evening.”

We are both quiet on the drive up to the Luthor mansion. I know that we are going to have to talk very soon, but for tonight all I wanted was to enjoy myself. Driving up to the gate, the security guard passes Clark and I through. The house is really huge. In actual fact, it looks like a castle. The gardens are landscaped, nothing appearing out of place.

“Wow, this place is huge. Isn’t it a bit much for two people?” Helping me out, Clark looks at it and shrugs.

“For a long time it was only Lex, and he didn’t seem to mind it too much.”

Entering the house, the butler appears and directs us to the drawing room. Walking in, I see the Kents, Lex and a beautiful brunette. “Good evening everyone.”

Standing up, Lex approaches us. “Well it’s about time you got here. I don’t think we could have held up dinner any longer.”

“I’m sorry, that was Clark’s fault. Clark’s clothes didn’t match my own, so I had to send him home to change.”

“What?” Clark’s surprise is clearly evident.

Before Clark could say anything further, Lex jumped in. “Let me get the introductions over with before we have another slinging match on our hands.”

Following Lex, I cross the room and come to stand in front of the brunette. Before, either of use could say anything, she asks surprised. “Miss Parker, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in the hospital.”

And the pandemonium began. Everyone seemed to speak at once.

“What?! You told me you were discharged.” Clark’s voice boomed.
“Hospital?!” Martha and Jonathan Kent reflected surprise.
“Here, you should sit down.” Lex sounded concerned.
“What happened?” Mr. Kent’s voice was brisk.
“Are you okay?” Martha Kent was worried.

And before I knew it, I was seated in a chair, everyone staring at me waiting for an explanation. Clark looked pissed, the Kent’s faces were concerned, Lex looked worried and Mrs Luthor was responding to Clark’s statement. “Discharged? By whom?”

“Honey, are you okay?” Mrs. Kent was leaning down next to me, feeling my forehead.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Kent. Really.”

“I don’t see how you could possibly be fine. I believe you were comatose for the best part of 3 hours.” Mrs. Luthor spoke up from next to Mrs. Kent.

Shooting her a dirty look, I wearily looked at Mrs. Kent who was starting to fuss again. “Liz! Honey, what happened?”

It seemed that I wasn’t going to get out of this one without an explanation. But, first things first, we need to have everyone relax.

“I’ll explain what happened, okay? Mr. and Mrs. Kent, please sit down.” Waiting until they had done so, I turn to Lex. “Lex, if you don’t mind. Could I have a glass of orange juice, please?”

“Mrs Luthor, I don’t know your first name, but I’m Liz Parker. Believe it or not, I’m alive and well. No after-effects, okay? I’m not stupid and neither am I fragile. I know how to take care of myself.” Meeting her eyes, I look at her meaningfully. “There’s no need to worry anyone unnecessarily.” When she nods, I turn away.

Finding Clark standing on the opposite end of the room, I get up and walk towards him. “Clark, can I talk to you for a minute.”

Glaring at me, he turns and walks to the hall. Okay, can you tell that he’s really pissed? Apparently everyone else can too, because they are all looking at me sympathetically.

Taking a deep breath, I join him in the hallway. “Clark, I’m really sorry I lied to you. But I’m not sorry I ran away from the hospital.”

“Liz.” He didn’t sound happy about that statement at all.

“Okay, you tell me. What would you have done, if I had told you that I left the hospital without treatment or without being discharged? And I want an honest answer, please.”

Avoiding my gaze, he leans his back against the wall and folds his arms. Standing in front of him, I look up. “Listen to me.” Standing on my tip-toes, I gently cup his cheek, turning his face towards mine. “I told you that I would talk to you, explain to you about what happened this afternoon, remember?”

Seeing him nod, I continue. “Can we also add this one to the list up for discussion? We are here to have a good time and to forget about everything else.”

The frown still visible on his face, he finally nods. “Okay. But we are not going to be putting off that talk for very long, okay?”

This time, I nod at him. Gesturing for him to lean down, I kiss him on the cheek and feel a spark of electricity rush through my body. Oh boy, I’ve really got to get this thing under control. I wonder if he felt anything... Clearing my throat, I avoid his eyes and look at his neck. “Thank you for taking care of me, for worrying, for being my… friend.” I choke on the word.

Taking his hand again, I gently pull him back into the drawing room. “Let’s get back inside.”

We walk in and sit on the love seat facing everyone, still holding hands.

Mr. Kent looks at me. “Is everything alright?”

“Yep, Clark has decided to forgive me for lying to him.” I smile, trying to make light of it.

“That’s great and all, but can you tell us why you left the hospital.” Mrs Luthor asks.

“Sure. It’s easy enough to explain. I am extremely phobic about hospitals. When I woke up, there was nobody around and it freaked me out. So much so, that the first thought was getting out of there immediately.”

“But what actually happened?” Mrs. Kent asks, her hands clenched together in her lap, and I feel awful for worrying her.

Oh boy, how do we explain this one… “It wasn’t anything bad, Mrs. Kent. I was really tired and hadn’t eaten the whole day. On top of that, we were just given a really big project for Biology which counts toward our final grade, so I was a bit stressed out, that’s all. Anyway I was sitting in the bleachers during lunch time, when I heard the bell and I ran from there to the school, and I guess it just proved a bit too much for me.” Shrugging nonchalantly, I continue. “It was a lucky thing that Clark was nearby.”

“Yes, it was. But, Clark has a habit of always being around when needs must. It’s a talent of his.” Lex grins at Clark, passing me a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks Lex.”

“Sure. Well, shall I freshen up anyone’s drink or are we ready to eat dinner? Clark, what about you?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Well, then. Shall we?” Offering his arm to him wife, we all make our way to the dining room.

The Kents stand and follow, while Clark gets up and helps me up before placing his hand on the small of my back. Feeling his warm hand on my bare skin, I shiver in response. What is going on between us? This can’t all be one-sided.

Obviously feeling the shiver, Clark asks, “Liz, you okay? Are you cold? Here, take my jacket.”

As he removes his hand, I feel once again, that sense of loss. “Clark, I’m fine. I’m not cold, I promise. Besides, you make this a habit, and you won’t have any jackets left.” I smile at him.

“Liz….” He frowns back at me.
Apparently, Clark has no sense of humour when he is in worry-wart mode…

“You were shivering…”
Uh huh, due to your proximity…

“And you blacked out today, and after what happened…”
Wow, that’s the first time he’s actually alluded to it, no matter how subtle…

Coming to a stop in the hallway, Clark turns to me and grabs my upper arms. “This is driving me crazy, okay? I have this intense need to make sure that nothing happens to you again, to protect you. It’s like something building up in me, and growing exponentially as time goes on. I don’t know what’s going on with me… I’ve never felt like this before.” He looks anxious, almost twitchy, and I feel the need to soothe.

“Clark? Look at me, I’m fine. If anything was wrong, I’d tell you. I promised you that, and I always keep my promise.” His thumbs have started to caress me over my shawl. “Besides, you can’t always protect me, you are going to have to trust that I can protect myself.” His hands tighten again, and I sigh realising that I had said the wrong thing.

“Clark, what’s going on here? You are acting a bit over the top. What’s the matter?” Now, I’m getting worried. Is he sensing danger? Does he get premonitions as well… If he has, I need him to tell me what they are, so that we can prepare, or do something to prevent it from happening, whatever it is… Will it affect both of us? Is Clark in danger because of me? Stop! Clark is already freaked out… I don’t need to do the same, one of us will need a level head…And if it is a premonition, shouldn’t I have received something?

“Hey guys, are you coming?” Jumping, I turn and see Lex standing at the end of the hallway. Obviously he sees something on our faces, because he starts walking towards us. “What’s wrong?” Looking from me to Clark, he shows concern. “Talk to me. What’s wrong? Liz, are you okay? I can get Helen to come and have a look at you?”

Who the hell is Helen?!

“I’m sure she won’t mind, a lot of our dinners are interrupted in this way.”

Oh right, the wife…

Knowing Clark wasn’t feeling up to it, I replied. “No, I’m fine. Um, it’s just a little headache. Clark is going to take me home.” Stepping back from Clark, I approach Lex. “I’m really sorry about dinner. Maybe we can do it again, my treat, okay? Oh, could you also please extend my apologies to your wife?”

Watching Lex, I see him looking at Clark more and more, studying him and his frown is getting darker with each passing moment. Apparently he can see that there is something going on with Clark, who has yet to say anything. Needing to get his attention back to me, I clear my throat and step away from him, closer to Clark. At my movement, he turns to me.

“Thanks for the invitation. I really am sorry about bailing out. When I’m feeling more up to it, we’ll go out to dinner, your choice.” Turning around, I grasp Clark’s hand, squeeze it to get his attention, which wasn’t difficult since he hadn’t stopped looking at me since we had stopped in the hallway. Over my shoulder, I call out to Lex one more time. “Could you also please tell the Kents that I said good-bye?” Still frowning, he nods. “Thanks Lex.”

Exiting the front door, we make our way to the truck. As we reach the passenger door, Clark drops my hand and enfolds me in his arms. Lifting me so that my legs are dangling he holds me in a firm grip, his face buried in my hair. I can hear him breathing heavily in and out... Responding the only way I can, I place my arms around his neck, my left hand massaging his scalp under his hair, my right hand rubbing his back. Soothing, I speak quietly, the words don’t matter – only making sure that he is comforted. He seems really freaked out about this, and I can’t pretend to have any answers. And if I don’t have answers, I can imagine how freaked out he must be feeling. What is going on? He was fine before, and then all of sudden, over-protective completely freaked out Clark. I don’t think I did anything to him… I hope I didn’t do anything to him…

When I feel his body relax a little, I whisper in his ear. “Clark, are you okay?” Feeling the nod, I continue. “Alright, let me drive you home and then we can talk if you’re up to it, okay?” When I feel the nod again, I feel relieved. At least he is responding… “You’re going to have to left go.”

Slowly he lowers me to the ground, his body causing my shirt to lift up. Once he lets go, I pull my shirt down and pick up my shawl that had fallen at some point, while he had been hugging me. “Clark, give me the keys. I’ll drive us back.”

“No, I… can drive.” His voice breaks.

“Clark, if you are honest with yourself, you know it will be better for me to drive. Give me the keys. I promise I’ll get us there safely.” Seeing the conflict, I push. “I always keep my promise, remember?” Nodding he pulls the keys out of his pocket. Grasping them, I help him into the truck and go around to the other side. Just barely able to reach the pedals, I manage with some difficulty to get us back to the Kent farm.

AN.
Hey guys, one again the f/b is appreciated.
I'm glad you are enjoying this fic, because I'm really enjoying writing it.


Chapter 12

Getting out of the truck at the Kent farm, I place my arm around Clark’s waist and we walk inside together. Clark collapses on the couch, leans his head back and closes his eyes. Making my way into the kitchen, I open cupboards until I find hot chocolate. Warming the milk, I make two cups and return to the living room.

“Clark?” Once his eyes open, I pass a cup on to him and then sit on the opposite end facing him. Only once we were halfway through our chocolate, did I begin. “Do you want to tell me what happened tonight?”

Shrugging, he stares into his cup, as if it contained the world’s secrets. Giving him time, I watch him quietly. Making myself comfortable, I place my empty cup on the end table, take off my boots and sit cross-legged on the sofa. Finally, he looks up at me. “I don’t understand what’s going on.” Pointing at the two of us, he continues. Yesterday we were friends, and I was going out with Lana.”

I couldn’t help the wince as he spoke the words. Seeing it, he nods as if he expected it. Gesturing at me, he says. “See, that’s what I’m confused about. Today, I’m not going out with Lana, and we’re…” Stopping, he frowns at me. “What are we?”

He’s asking me? I’m just as confused as he is… Wait a minute!!! “Wait a minute… You’re not going out with Lana anymore?” Hope is filling me, and I’m trying not to get too happy…

Shaking his head, he stares at me. “No.”

“Why? What happened? Is it because of me?”

“No.” He turns away. “Maybe.” He takes a deep breath. “Yes.”

That’s not what I wanted. Okay, yes that’s what I wanted but not in this way. Lana’s going to hate me, and I wish I could say that it didn’t matter – but she’s family. Despite the little ‘tiff’ we had today… They were supposed to break up on their own, not because of me. I don’t realise that I’m frowning until Clark reaches out and smoothes out the lines between my eyebrows, before cupping my cheek.

“Don’t look like that. What I mean is that when you got here, I realised that I didn’t know why we were still dating.”

Taking his hand, I hold it, not daring to hope. “I don’t understand, Clark.” Searching his face, I look for answers. “Why don’t you start at the beginning? Tell me all about your relationship with Lana.”

He sighs. “Liz, that’s a really long story, and we still have to talk about this afternoon.”

“Clark, please. You can’t tell me that you broke up with Lana because of me, and then expect me to let it go. She’s still family, despite recent events and if I’ve inadvertently done what she’s accused me of, then I need the full story.” His posture shows defeat; elbows on his knees, hands clasped and head facing his feet.

Plucking up courage from a newly discovered well inside me, I ask. “Clark, do you like me?” His head snaps up with surprise, before he turns away from me again. Gathering more courage… that well is going to be running dry soon… I lick my suddenly dry lips, swallow the lump in my throat and rub my stomach in an attempt to get rid of the butterflies. “I have feelings for you.”

This time the movement is so fast that I’m surprised he didn’t get any whiplash.

Now, it’s my turn to look away. “I wanted to tell you that, and I know if given the opportunity, it could grow to be something more, but…”

“But what, Liz?”

“I’m afraid that once I explain my situation, that you might not feel the same way about me. That it will frighten you away. I know that asking you to admit that you like me is unfair, especially when I haven’t told you anything about me… it’s just…” …that I would like to have at least that, should the whole alien thing freak you out…

“Liz?” He interrupts my inner monologue. “I like you, too.” Cupping my cheek again, he adds gently. “And to be fair, I haven’t told you too much about me either, so I appreciate the bravery it took to admit it first.”

I sit still – too shocked to move. I think my heart stopped beating. He likes me… It’s better than any dream, and if it is a dream, I’m hoping that I never wake up. “Wow, Clark. Wow!” And now, I know I’m grinning. “Really?” Is my reaction too much? Will he mind if I jump into his arms right now! Would I look too desperate, too eager?

“Really. Now, Miss Parker, I know that we have a lot to talk about which we will tackle tonight, hopefully.” At that, he looks at me meaningfully, and completely surprises me by saying. “But, would you like to go on a date with me sometime.” He asks, his eyes cast down, cheeks red and looking adorably shy.

“Wow!”

Grinning at me, he asks. “Does that mean yes?”

“Yes!” Okay, the shouting was a little bit much, dork… Peeking at him from beneath my lashes, I see the happy grin on his face. Damning the consequences, I project myself across the couch, and throw myself into his arms. Unfortunately, I also surprise him enough that he spills the last of his hot chocolate on the sofa. “Oh shit!”

“Oh shit is right, Liz Parker. My mom is going to kill me.” Laughing at me, he says. “We better go on that date, before mom sees this sofa, otherwise we will never get a chance to see each other.”

“Sorry.” Frowning at the dark spot, I smack Clark, who is still chuckling. “It’s not funny. Go get me a wet cloth or something real quick. Maybe some liquid soap?” Getting up, he moves to the kitchen. Kneeling on the sofa, I contemplate the hot chocolate spot, before calling out. “Hey, do you have any carpet cleaner? That might work.”

“Liz, we have wooden floors. Why would we need carpet cleaner?” Returning to the lounge, he has a cloth in his hand and an amused grin on his face.

“Are you making fun of me?” I grab the wet cloth and try to dab at the stain. “Oh man, this is not working… Crap! What are we going to do?”

Throwing himself on the sofa next to me, he shrugs. “What can we do? I don’t know anything about stains. You’re the woman, you should know these things.”

Stopping instantly, I look at him flabbergasted. “What?! You know, you’re damn lucky I just agreed to go out with you, because after a sexist remark like that, I would refuse on principal.”

Laughing at me again, he grabs the cloth and throws it on the table. “Liz, it’s not that big a deal.” Pulling me into his arms, he lays my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll just tell mom it was me. She’s used to me making a mess…”

Pulling away, I look at him and stand up to pace. “You can’t do that, it’s my fault not yours. Just ask her to have it cleaned, and I’ll pay for it, okay?”

“Actually, if I remember correctly, it was both our fault. So, we both take responsibility.” Crooking his finger at me, he calls out. “Now come here. I would like to hug my girlfriend.”

Coming to a halt, thrilled by the word girlfriend, I smile at him. “Is that what I am?”

“Is that what you would like to be?”

“That’s was a quick comeback, Clark Kent. But, might I remind you that you mentioned the word first.”

“Man, with all this arguing, I’m starting to wonder if I even want you as a girlfriend.”

Feeling my mouth falling open, I stand in front of him, shocked. I don’t even have a response to that. Reaching forward, he grabs me and I fall forward until I’m back is his arms. Sitting on his lap, his arms cradling me, I feel safe.

“You know, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you at a loss for words.” He’s laughing at me again.

Asshole! “It just shocked me, that’s all.” He lifts both eyebrows and stares at me. Giving in, I concede. “Okay, yes I’d like to be your girlfriend.” As he pulled me closer, I stopped him. “But, we have a lot to discuss. A helluva lot. You, me, Lana, my abilities, your thing tonight… This has moved very quickly… Do you realise that we just met officially yesterday?”

“Yes, I realise that. I also know that we have a lot to talk about. But, I also know that I want to see where this is going because I like you a lot. I enjoy your company, and I like the way we are together.”

Pleased by what he had said, I sit up, and move my arms up around his neck to play with his hair. “I’m glad you said that, because even though it is moving extremely fast, I feel so much for you already that I can’t even put into words how I feel, even more than…” Stopping, I realise what I’m about to say. Even more than Max… Getting up, I start pacing again, deep in thought. Hold on! Something was different… There are no hurt feelings, no lingering pain when I think about Max Evans. He was supposed to be my soul-mate, and yet here I am, after only 3 days, and Max is becoming a distant memory… There’s no connection, no yearning for him, no anything… Does this mean that is wasn’t love? What was it then? Infatuation? Was I in love with the thought of love? That’s right, bring on the clichés… Does this mean that I’ve wasted years of my life on something that was never meant to be in the first place. I freeze at the thought, unaware that Clark was watching me with interest. For the second time that night, I am completely shocked.

“Liz?” Hearing my name, I turn to Clark again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’ve just come to a realisation.” Sitting down, I stare at my hands.

“Does it have anything to do with whomever you left behind in Roswell?” He elaborates at the apparent frown on my face. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out. Besides, you were talking about your feelings and mentioned ‘more than’ and I’m assuming that there was a significant other.”

“No, you’re right. Not that I left him behind, he left me, by the way... It just became clear to me that I feel absolutely nothing for him. That I’ve wasted a major part of my life on a relationship that was destined to go nowhere… I feel like a complete fool…”

Taking my hand in his, Clark spoke. “Liz, you’re not a fool. He’s the fool if he left you, but I won’t complain because his loss is very definitely my gain. Besides, isn’t this what growing up is all about? What being human is all about? Experiencing life and learning from your experiences?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Besides, you can’t classify it as a waste. You had to go through the frogs to get to the prince.”

Giving him my most innocent look, I sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. So I’ll continue kissing the frogs, while I live in hope that someday I will meet my prince.”

“Hey!” He looks so offended, that I can’t help giggling. “You’re a cruel woman… I don’t think I want to go out with you anymore.”

I laugh again. “Are you sulking?”

“No.” His arms are folded across his chest, a sad frown on his face, his mouth in a pout.

Crawling over to him, I touch a finger to his lips, tracing the shape of them. “Oh, poor baby…” Hmm, they feel soft… “You know, when I used to sulk as a child, my mom always used to tell me that my mouth looked like a fowl’s butt. I now understand what she was talking about.”

“What?!” For a moment, shock was painted across his face, before he burst out laughing. Delighted, I grin at him before resuming my seat at the end of the couch, legs crossed.

When he stops laughing, tears are running down his face. He looks at me, still grinning and asks. “How do you know what a fowl’s butt looks like, anyway?” Laughing again, he adds. “At the moment, I have visions of you as a child chasing chickens around, trying to check out their backsides. Geez Liz. I didn’t know you were so kinky… I’m gonna have to tell mom to keep the chickens very far away from you.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Yeah, I’m also going to have to give you a rain check on our date. Mom might not approve of me going out with a girl like you…”

“Yuck it up bean-pole, who knows… I might not even need that rain check. After this, I’m seriously rethinking our date…” And now it’s my turn to sulk…

“Oh ho, so Liz Parker can dish it out, but she can’t take it… And, 'bean-pole'? Please, how about something more original, short stuff.”

“Like Short stuff? Talk about original.” I fold my arms, well aware that I’m pouting.

Before I know it, I’m underneath Clark on the sofa, and his hands are digging into my ribs. Not sure how he moved so fast, I am laughing uncontrollably, too pre-occupied with his hands to worry about it. Even more so as I can’t find the strength to push him off me. “No…” Between breaths, I try to protest. “Cla… Clark… Stop… Please…” Grabbing his hands, I try to pull away, but he manages to hit a sensitive area with every movement. “Clark. Stop… I have to pee…” Instantly, his hands retreat. Ha, sucker! I hold on to them, just in case he decides to attack again.

And it was only then did I notice how intimate our position was. Clark was lying on top of me, his face close to mine. Meeting his eyes, I can feel his warm breath on my face and think about how I had wished for this on Saturday when I had first seen him. Moving from his eyes to his lips, I lick my own, desperate to kiss him.

“Liz.” I see his lips forming my name, and I hear the groan.

“Huh?” They look soft, so full and red – parted slightly. Seeing his tongue peeking out, I bite my lip and watch as the tongue quickly swipes at his top lip. Letting go of his hands, mine move up his arms to his shoulders to his neck, and I pull his head down.

Reaching up, I lightly touch his lips with my own. Oh yes, definitely soft… Moving again, I kiss him on the corner of the mouth, another light touch on his lips, and then kiss the other corner of his mouth. Hmm, this felt good… Going back for more, I take his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking gently, before doing the same to his top lip. The taste of him is incredible, but not enough. I bite his lip gently, soothing the nip with my tongue. At that instant, I lose complete control of the kiss and can only feel, groaning at the sensations sweeping across my body. His mouth has opened, our tongues are tangling, tasting, exploring… I hear myself moan at the first taste of Clark Kent.

His big hands are moving up my hips, leaving a trail of goose bumps over my stomach and across my back, pulling me closer into his body. I’m burning, my body hot, moving restlessly underneath his, wanting… yearning for something more… My hands travel down his back, and tighten the already firm hold he has on mine. Moving again, I wrap one leg against his waist, instantly feeling his arousal against me. His hand holding on to my thigh, I feel a frantic need to get closer, and trying to ease my pain, start rubbing my body against his, moaning again when his body starts grinding into mine.

As his mouth leaves mine, I whimper in protest. “Clark.” I need him… But his lips are travelling down my neck and as he reaches my pulse point, he bites. The sharp sensation goes right through my body. “Oh.” He is sucking gently, and I’m getting desperate with want. I feel my body responding to his, and I want to rip his clothes off… I want him so bad… I start dragging his T-shirt up… I want to feel his skin against mine…

“Clark! Elizabeth!”

Startled, we break apart and turning my head to the side, I see that Mr. and Mrs. Kent have returned home. Holy shit! This is not a good impression to make… Shifting uncomfortably, I realise that Clark is still holding my leg, which is wrapped around his waist and the bulge between his legs is still very prominent. Fighting amusement, I look at Clark who has gone red in the face.

“Get yourselves decent, and meet us in the dining room, now!” Mr. Kent looks really upset. Mrs. Kent shakes her head, disappointed before following her husband.

Not sure whether to laugh or cry, I look at Clark. He’s looking at me, sheepishly. His cheeks are red, his mouth swollen, and he’s still aroused. I giggle, and quickly place a hand over my mouth.

Now, he’s frowning at me. “Liz.” He whispers fiercely, sitting up. “This is not the time to laugh. Dammit, I can’t go in there like this.”

Getting up slowly, I continue to hold my hand over my mouth, but the giggles keep coming. Clark looks really uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he can’t hide his arousal like I could. He’s looking at me, annoyed. I bite my lip and the giggles fall away. “Sorry.” Putting my hand out, I help him get off the couch.

“We weren’t supposed to go this far, you know.” Aware that I had started it, I tried to apologise. “I mean… I didn’t intend for it to go this far. I just wanted one kiss, and then just sort of get out of hand!”

“Liz, I think out of hand is the understatement of the century. Besides, I’d be a complete ass, if I blamed you for everything. I didn’t want to stop at all, and I’d be lying if I said I regretted anything.” Frowning, he corrected. “Okay, obviously, I regret not hearing my parents pull up, and that they saw this before we had a chance to talk, to date, to get them used to the whole thing.”

Sighing, the amusement completely gone, I ask. “Clark, how are we going to explain all this? As far as they know, you and Lana are still going out.”

“I don’t know, we’ll figure out something. I guess we try to stay as close to the truth as possible.”

“Okay.” Looking down, I ask. “How’s your problem?”

“Don’t look at it. He has a mind of his own, and loves attention.”

Startling a laugh out of me, I look back at his face. I couldn’t believe it. Considering the circumstances, I didn’t think that Clark would have it in him to make a joke. Seeing the matching grin on his face, I jab him in the ribs. “Be serious!”

“You know, if we were in my Fortress, we wouldn’t have been caught.”

“Uh huh, but I’m afraid it’s too little, too late, my friend.”

“Clark Kent! We are waiting.” We hear Mr. Kent again.

Pulling a face at me, he grabs my hand. “Come on, we better get in there.”

Walking into the dining room, we are faced with a set of very angry parents. Pulling out the chairs opposite them, we wait for the lecture to start. Reaching out, I grab Clark’s right hand under the table.

Mr. Kent looks at each of us in turn, before turning to Clark. “Okay, what exactly was going on in that living room?”

“Well dad, I was kissing…”

“Clark!” I reprimand him quickly under my breath, squeezing his hand. When he looks at me, I shake my head. This was not going to help…

He looks at me apologetically, before mouthing… Sorry.

“Dad. Mom. Liz and I are going out.” Clark explains.

“What!” “When did this happen?”

Jumping in, I answer Mrs. Kent’s question. “Actually, it happened tonight. Clark asked me out tonight just before you guys came home. I’m sorry you saw what you did, but we were just really happy…” I trail off. Neither of the parents looked impressed.

“But you’ve only known each other for 2 days.” Mrs. Kent says, confused.

“Yes, but we liked each other from the first day we met.”

“That was yesterday.” Now, she sounds irritated.

“Actually ma’am, we met on Saturday.” Feeling Clark squeeze my hand, I look at him and return his smile.

Turning to Clark, Mr. Kent asks, bemused. “But Clark, I thought you were going out with Lana.”

“We broke up today, dad.”

“You broke up today, and already you’re going out with Liz? And making out on our living room couch?” Mr. Kent looked at me like I was a bug under his shoe, before turning to Clark again. “You’ve been in love with Lana since seventh grade and now 3 days after Liz’s arrival, the situation has changed completely?”

On hearing that Clark has loved Lana that long, my body jerks as though I had just received a physical blow. Immediately, on the back of that another blow is to be delivered…

Mr. Kent turns to me and with a scathing look, he asks. “And is that the type of person you are, Elizabeth? That you would come here and steal your cousin’s boyfriend, regardless of how it might affect anyone else.”

I flinch, pulling my hand away from Clark’s.

“Dad!”
“Jonathan!”

Ignoring them all, I stand up on shaky legs. “Excuse me.” Rushing to the bathroom, I slam and lock the door, before sliding down to sit on the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs.

Tears running down my face, I realise he might as well have called me a slut to my face. Just like Lana had done this afternoon. And weren’t they both right. Didn’t I just steal my cousin’s boyfriend from her? Haven’t I been trying to land him since Saturday? My parents didn’t raise this type of person, one with no morals, and no decency. Look how long Clark has been in love with Lana. He doesn’t love me. At least he was honest about that. So, what am I? A fling on the side?

“Liz?” I hear a knock on the door. “Liz, please open the door.”

“I’ll be o… out in a sec… second.” He could probably hear the tears in my voice. “Clark, go wait with your parents, I’ll be out soon.” I wait until I hear him leave, then get up and wash my face. Opening the door quietly, I hear them speaking.

“Clark, are you sure that she’s not hypnotising you?”

“She isn’t, dad.”

“How can you be so sure? Since you’ve met her, you’ve become a different person.”

“I’ve become happier, you mean?” He certainly doesn’t sound happy.

“Well, it’s been rather unnatural for you, Clark.” Mrs. Kent was playing peacemaker.

“She makes me happy, mom.”

“Yes, but can you be absolutely sure that there is nothing unnatural going on? I know you’re upset right now, but we just want to protect you, like we’ve been doing all out lives. You can’t just switch that off automatically.”

Maybe Mr. Kent was right. Wasn’t there something unnatural about me? Although, I didn’t affect any other humans, did I? Is Clark acting this way, because I want him to do so? What power would that be? That’s not mind-warping… And if I am, then aren’t I doing exactly what Lana and Mr. Kent accused me of doing?

Peeking around the corner, I see that they have moved into the kitchen. Slipping past quickly, I grab my purse from the lounge and slip on my boots, intending to sneak out the house, before I hear Clark shouting.

“I care about her, why can’t you understand that? More so than I ever did for Lana! Right now I can tell you that I feel more for Liz than I ever did when I thought I was in love with Lana”

Standing at the door, I stop to hear the rest of the conversation.

“What do you mean, more than Lana? You’ve just met her.” Mr. Kent shouted back. “And, need I remind you that the other woman you loved was hypnotising you, and until we destroyed that thing she was wearing, you only felt what she told you to feel.”

Hmm, hypnotising didn’t sound good… I’m going to need to get that story from Clark.

“Not everyone is out to get me. Liz is not like that. And what do you do, attack her. Did you ever think that maybe she was having just as much difficulty owning up to her feelings? How do you think she feels? It’s her cousin, dad. Do you know that she didn’t want to go out with me, because she thought I broke up with Lana because of her? Do you know that she confessed her feelings for me first, because I didn’t have enough courage to do it.”

Wiping the tears off my face, I sit on the sofa and listen…

“We promised that we would be honest with each other, and already I’m thinking of ways to get around telling her the truth. So what does that make me?”

What doesn’t he want to tell me? There are so many things we need to talk about, and the longer we put it off, the harder it will be to come clean. We can’t have a relationship if one of us is holding back…

“Liz?” Turning to see him standing next to the sofa, I note his sad look at my purse. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

I’m already starting to feel protective of him, and seeing the vulnerable look on his face, I realise that it hurts me to see him hurt… Should I be worried that this is happening too fast? “No. I just wanted to put on some foundation. I look terrible with my face all splotchy.”

Grabbing me in a hug, he sighs. Letting go, he holds my hand. “Come, my dad has something to say to you.”

Reluctantly allowing him to pull me into the kitchen, I stand near the doorway. I don’t want to be the focus of attention, anymore.

“Elizabeth.” His voice is stiff, and I can’t help but flinch again.

Clark moves closer to me, glaring at his father.

“I uh… I just wanted to apologise for what I said earlier.”

Oh wow! He apologised. And the funny thing is that I’m not sure I deserve it. “Mr. Kent, there’s no need for you to apologise. I can understand your wanting to protect Clark, and I can also understand what it must have looked like, when you walked in on us earlier. We haven’t known each other for very long, we know that, but we do care for each other.” Seeing that he was about to interrupt, I hold up my hand. I want to get this out. “I don’t expect you to understand. Clark and I are both trying to come to grips with the whole thing. If it’s difficult for us, I can see how you would have trouble with it, particularly as you’ve all known Lana since she was a child and have liked her just as long. Now, here I am, a stranger, coming out of nowhere and turning Clark’s life upside down.” Stopping, I breathe in shakily. “All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove to you that I am a decent person, and that I will always put your son’s feelings first. Give me a chance to prove that I do care about him.”

“Liz.” Mr. Kent walks toward me, and I’m unable to stop myself from taking a step back. At the same time, Clark moves forward and blocks his father’s path to me.

I don’t want to be here anymore. Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I speak to Clark. “Clark, could you please take me home.”

Turning around, I grab my purse from lounge and call out softly. “Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Kent.” By the time I’m standing next to the truck, the tears are falling freely down my face. Relieved when Clark appears, I fall apart in his arms. Minutes later, we are on our way to Aunt Nell’s house.

Halfway to Aunt Nell’s house, I shift in my seat. “Clark, please pull over.”

Doing so immediately, he switches off the ignition, and worried, reaches for me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Savouring the feel of his arms around me, I ask. “Do you really feel more for me than you did for Lana?”

“Yes, I do.”

“How do you know?” I hesitate, then say the rest quickly. “How is it different from Lana?” I feel his hands tighten, before he loosens his arms to look at me.

“Honey, do you want to go into this now?” I nod at him.

He sighs. “We should have stayed at the farm then. We would have been more comfortable in the loft.”

“Oh.” Thinking for a minute, I ask. “Uh, you got a blanket in this heap?” He shakes his head. “Okay, take me to Aunt Nell. I’ll get a blanket, and we can go somewhere and look at the stars and talk, okay?”

Worried, he asks. “What if Nell hears?”

“Switch off the truck before you get to the house. Turn off the lights, and I’ll do the rest, okay?”

Not answering, he releases me to sit, before turning the key and continuing to Aunt Nell’s house. The plan working exactly as intended, it’s not long before we are driving to a place called Crater Lake. Arriving, I spread out the blanket on the back of the truck and climb up, waiting for to Clark join me. He lies on his back, and I drape an arm and leg over him, using his arm as a pillow.

“Okay,” I whisper. “I’m ready.”


AN. Now don't be upset with Jonathan Kent. Remember, he's been protecting Clark his whole life. I promise that he will make it up to Liz in one way or another...
By the way - some of the explanations will be coming next chapter. You might have to bear with me, cos it's gonna be a bit difficult.

Hugs & kisses

AN.
Hi everyone, I'm back...
Thanks for the f/b. I've missed writing this one too.
Been really busy with work - had a seminar last week, and our company also had a theatre evening for clients, so that one took up a bit of time as well, but it was a hell of a lot better than the seminar...
As for the weekend, well I was playing games... very definitely a guilty pleasure.

Anyway, here is explanation, part one. Hope you guys enjoy.
Hugs & kisses...


Chapter 13

Clearing his throat, Clark began his story. “Once upon a time, there –”
“Hey,” he cried out, as I hit him on his chest.

“Be serious.”

“Sor-ree. Just trying to lighten the atmosphere.”

Settling back down, I return to my earlier position. As Clark’s chest moves under my cheek, I hear his deep sigh. Shifting, I look up at his face and see him sporting a frown. He is not looking at me; his eyes are focused on the stars above us. Gently running his hand up and down the arm currently resting on his chest, he begins to speak.

“It’s funny… When I was growing up on the farm, the only female I had contact with was mom, and it never occurred to me that there was other people – other women – in existence out there. They were always so protective, and always kept me close to home. And I can’t say, then or even now that I missed out on anything while I was growing up – Mom and dad were always enough for me.”

Nuzzling into his chest again, I speak quietly. “I don’t understand. Why were they so protective? This seems like a really quiet town where everyone knows everyone else.”

He was quiet for so long that I thought he wasn’t going to answer the question. As I was about to ask again, he took a deep breath and answered. “I suppose it’s because mom couldn’t have any children. So, when I … uh… came along, it was like a dream come true for her – for both of them. Because of that, mom couldn’t bear to let me out of her sight in case anything happened to me.”

“Well, that’s perfectly understandable.” I smile. “She must have been so thrilled to find out that she was expecting a baby, huh?”

“Uh, no.” His voice sounded strange. Shifting on to my elbow, I look down at him. There was very definitely tension in his voice, and reflected on his face.

“I’m actually adopted.”

I couldn’t help the wince. Open mouth… insert foot… “Oh, I’m sorry. That was extremely insensitive.” Sitting up, I lean against the side panel and cross my legs.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” Before I could speak again, he mirrors my position on the opposite side of the truck, and continues. “Anyway, that’s not what we were talking about.”

Alright, adoption is apparently a taboo subject… Wonder why? Both Max and Isabel seem fine with it, save for the whole alien thing and not being able to tell their folks. But otherwise, they’ve adapted quite well…

“So anyway, mom and dad decided to home school me for a while before finally sending me to grade school. I used to keep to myself a lot until I met Pete and we’ve been best friends ever since. It was shortly after that, that I saw Lana for the first time.” Shifting, he leaned back and closed his eyes. “She was so beautiful, smiling and laughing with her best friend at the time. She was my first crush…”

Ouch! Maybe I don’t want to hear this explanation after all…

With a smile on his face, he continued. “She always seemed to be the centre of attention. People in general, were just drawn to her, wanted to be around her… But there was always this sadness about her as well. It was an intriguing contradiction. You felt the need to share in her joy and laughter, but also to wipe away the sadness and bring her a little happiness as well.” Looking at me, he asked. “Does that make any sense?”

Unable to speak, I nod my head. It was harder than I thought, having to listen to him talk about his relationship with Lana. Remind me why I wanted, practically demanded, this explanation?

“At the time though, I was really…” He sighs, and smiles ruefully. “Shy is the word, I guess. So, when I eventually dredged up enough courage to talk to her, she was already going out with Whitney Fordman – a quarterback on the school football team. I suppose it was bound to happen, what with her being the head cheerleader.”

At this, I frown at him. “But, didn’t you play football as well? I would have figured you for the quarterback. You sure have the build for it.”

Was he blushing? Too cute for words… “No, I wasn’t playing back then. Dad didn’t want me to play football.”

“Okay, so what happened to Whitney? I assume he’s not around anymore?”

“Whitney was doing really well. He had just received a scholarship to play football at college, but then his dad had a bad heart-attack. After that, his grades suffered and he had to pick up the slack at the store – his dad owned a department store right across the road from the Talon. He tried to cope as best he could, but his dad was getting worse and worse. Lana tried to comfort him, but he was avoiding everyone. Anyway, it was round about the time that his dad died that he found out that he had lost his football scholarship. Then he got in with a really bad crowd, a really bad crowd.” He frowned darkly.

Hmm, a story there… Wonder what happened, and what Clark had to do with it? Time enough to get answers later… Let’s get the most important stuff out of the way.

“When that situation was resolved, he decided to join the Marines. He and Lana didn’t even go to Prom; he left on that evening. But he did ask me to take care of Lana while he was away.”

“Okay. So, you and Lana started going out soon after that?”

“Actually no. Lana was still with Whitney, sort of… It was the classic long distance relationship. They wrote each other every week.”

“Obviously, that came to an end?”

“Yeah, but by the time that happened I wasn’t single anymore.”

“What!” I didn’t know why I didn’t expect that he would have had other girlfriends, but the shock of it hit like a 2 pound hammer.

“Um… When Lana eventually broke it off with Whitney, I was going out with Alicia.”

“Who’s Alicia?” I’m dreading the answer… Is this someone else I’m going to have to fight off?

“Alicia came to our school for a short while, and somehow we just clicked straight away. We seemed to understand each other – it was a very open and honest relationship.”

Of course it was… “Where’s Alicia now?”

He turned away from me. “Alicia died a while back.” He spoke quietly, obviously thinking about her.

Great! What do I say to that? “I’m sorry, Clark. What happened?” I saw the flinch, and added quickly. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.” Shit, what now? Why did I insist on this conversation again… Is it wrong of me to ask him to go on? He still seemed very far away, so I sit quietly and give him room, listening to the sounds of the night; crickets chirping, frogs croaking and the rustle of the leaves as the breeze blows through the trees…

Actually, it was getting quite cold out here. I don’t know why I didn’t bring a jacket with me along with the blanket when I left Aunt Nell’s... and where is that stupid shawl in any case? This is the last time I dress for fashion. Turning, I look through the rear window and see the shawl on the cab seat. Getting up, I make to get out of the back of the pick up, when I feel Clark’s hand grabbing my wrist.

“What’s wrong? Where are you going?” Is that panic?

“I was just going to get my shawl.” Shrugging, I smile at him. “I’m feeling a bit cold.”

“Oh God. I’m sorry, Liz. I didn’t even think.”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t either. So, are you going to let go of my wrist?”

“Wait. Come here.” He pulls me toward him, and soon I find myself cradled between his thighs. Instantly warmer, he also uses the other half of the blanket as a cover before wrapping his arms around me. This is the most comfortable I’ve ever been… Leaning back against him, I cover his arms with my own.

“Sorry about spacing out on you.” He leans his chin on the top of my head.

“It’s fine. I can’t ask you to forget about someone so that I can have all of your attention all of the time… that’s a bit unreasonable.” I feel his arms pull me closer. “So, are you ready to tell me the rest?”

“Yeah. It was many months after Alicia’s death that I felt that I was ready to start dating again. Unfortunately, Lana was going out with some guy named Adam. He used to stay in the apartment above the Talon.”

“Gosh Clark, yours and Lana’s relationship is a real Greek tragedy, or maybe a modern day version of Shakespeare’s great Romeo and Juliet…” Giggling, I continue… “Oh Clark, Clark. Wherefore art thou, Clark?” Laughing out loud, I continue. “Lana is the sun…” Screaming with laughter, I stop. Clark’s fingers have found the weak spots along my ribs.

“You give, Miss Parker?” He stops momentarily, waiting for my answer.

“Stop. I give.” Still laughing, I grab his hands and place them around me again. “It’s not fair that you know my weak spots, and I know none of yours.”

“Them’s the breaks, Liz. Live with it.” He kisses the side of my neck, before resting his chin atop my head again. “So, where was I?”

“You were telling me about the Greek tragedy…” I clear my throat, and grip his hands tight as they start to move. “Okay. Okay. You were telling me that Lana was going out with some guy named Adam.”

“I never liked him, you know? I always thought there was something odd about him, and when I spoke to Lana about it, she thought I was just jealous.”

“And were you?”

“No.” Instant denial, always the first sign when lying…

“Okay, maybe a little. But, it was a legitimate concern – Adam left soon thereafter, never to be heard from again.”

“Is that it?” I move slightly, so that I can see his face. “Somehow, I get the feeling that there’s a whole lot of that story missing.”

He turns me until I am once again leaning against his chest. “There might be a few tiny details I’ve left out, but that’s Lana’s story to tell, okay?”

I nod again. I will find out everything though. “So, you and Lana finally got together after this drama, right?”

“In effect, yes. It took a little while, and then I finally asked her out on a date. Lex helped though, he kept pushing and pushing until I finally gave in, just to shut him up.”

“So, Lex wanted you to go out with Lana.” Once again, I feel like the interloper…

“Yep, he even gave me tickets to a concert in Metropolis and a limo ride if I asked Lana out within a minute of his offer.”

“That was nice of him.”

“Yeah. He never did like Whitney.”

Hearing the amusement, I asked. “Why?”

“He and his other team mates took off all my clothes, tied me up like a scarecrow and painted a big S on my chest during my freshman year.”

“What?!” I was indignant on his behalf. What complete assholes… If I could, I would give them the itchies ala Michael.

“It’s a school tradition. Every year they choose a freshman, not on the football team and he becomes the scarecrow for the evening. Luckily for me, I didn’t spend the whole night in that field. Lex happened to come along and rescued me.”

“What the hell kind of tradition is that? What if something had happened to you during the night? You could have gotten sick, you could have been attacked, you could –”

“Liz.” Turning me around, he soothes. “Liz, baby. Nothing happened. I’m fine, none the worse for wear. Consider it a right of passage.”

“That’s such crap. What a bunch of assholes! If I see that Whitney again, I’m going to seriously give him a piece of my mind. He better be glad he’s moved away.” Hearing him laugh, I get even more irate. “Clark, dammit. It’s not funny. We are supposedly civilized people. Pranks like that are dangerous, and the people who carry them out are like bugs under my shoe. They deserve to be squashed.”

He kisses my forehead, and if I wasn’t so mad, I’d probably find myself enjoying it more. “Baby, you’re overreacting. Besides, I think I was the last person. The jocks sort of lost their taste for it.”

“Men! They are the biggest idiots on the planet. Only they could do things like this and think it’s funny. Fools!” Muttering under my breath, I hear Clark laugh again, and open my mouth to protest again.

“Well, I’m so glad I’m not one of them.”

“What?” Now I’m confused.

“I said that I’m glad I’m not a man, what with the obviously high opinion you have of them.”

Thinking back, I make a face. “Sorry. I don’t mean all men, obviously.”

“I’m glad, because that would have started this relationship on entirely the wrong foot…”

“Oh, you mean with that crack from earlier tonight about cleaning being a woman’s job? Yeah. We’d never be able to get past your chauvinistic attitude.”

“Okay, stop. Let’s just sweep both remarks under the rug, and start afresh.”

Beckoning him forward, I plant a smacking kiss on his lips. “Consider it done.” Turning around, I ignore the astonished look on his face, a smirk on my face. “Right, where were you? Oh yes. Your first date with Lana.”

The retaliatory bite on my neck surprises me, but the little nip inevitably causes me to melt instantly. “Clark.” It was supposed to be a protest, but my voice was soft, almost pleading, my hands were clenching his. His lips brush over the bite lightly before he runs his tongue along my neck. “Clark.” My voice is trembling. His hands move under mine, and it’s only then that I realise my nails are digging into his skin.

“Stop.” Forcing myself to move away from his lips, I sit straight up, immediately missing the feel of him against me. “Clark. We can’t do this.”

“Liz.” He says quietly. “You’re right. Come here.” He lightly touches my back, and I shiver. “Baby, come on. Lean back. I promise we’re just going to talk, okay?” Feeling his hands around my waist again, I don’t resist as he pulls me against him again, lightly wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry. This is not the time or place. It’s just that I can’t seem to control myself around you. Besides we have a lot of talking to do before we are even remotely ready to take this relationship to that phase.”

Nodding, I lift his hands. They are completely unmarred. I stare, I was so sure that I must have drawn blood the way I was digging into his skin so hard. “I thought I had hurt you.”

“No, I’m fine. See?”

Still staring at his hands, I nod. “Yeah.”

“Are you ready to talk some more?”

“I guess.”

He lifts the blanket again and covers the both of us and once more I’m wrapped in his arms.

“Right, so mine and Lana’s first date… We were supposed to go to that concert, remember? Well, it didn’t happen. The first of many dates that we didn’t make.”

“Why?”

“The first time, Chloe was attacked by one of the guys at school, which interrupted our date. The others… Well, there were just so many circumstances where something else came first. It was like it was doomed from the start. For every time we made plans, ninety percent of the time, those plans never were realised.”

“But Clark, weren’t you upset? You had waited for Lana for so long. And finally, you’re going out and –”

“The first few times, I was upset and I admit that most of the time it was my fault. Lana used to be so angry when I used to miss our dates or when I was late, and then it was more indifference than anything else. Somehow, after a while it stopped becoming an issue that I wasn’t actually seeing Lana – for both of us. It seemed that it was sufficient to see each other at school, and then I realised that we had stopped sharing things with each other, stopped confiding in each other, until finally we just didn’t seem to be talking to each other anymore. What kind of relationship is that to be in?” Sighing, he went on. “It just became so difficult to keep our relationship together; always fighting to find time to be with each other, where small misunderstandings became huge blow-outs. You shouldn’t have to fight so hard to keep a relationship going.” He stopped, and I feel him rubbing his cheek on my hair. “Eventually, somewhere along the line, the crush actually became more affectionate than romantic.”

“But, you were still going out yesterday?”

“I know, and that’s the worst part. The relationship became a habit without either of us realising it. Thinking about it now, when I remember my crush, I’m still thinking of Lana and I in grade school. Admiring her from afar, and wanting to be in her little circle of friends. What is that, Liz? That’s no basis on which to build a relationship.”

“Okay, I get that. But I don’t see –”

He interrupts me before I could voice my doubts. “Today.” He holds me tighter. “Today, I heard an argument that I don’t think was meant for my ears. It’s quite enlightening to realise that your girlfriend doesn’t trust you, doesn’t feel that you could possibly be faithful to her.”

“What?!” I’m shocked. How could he possibly have heard any of it? “But, how? I didn’t see you at all.”

“I was quite close. Besides Lana was yelling pretty loudly.”

“Oh, I see.” Not really seeing at all… I hope I didn’t say anything too incriminating.

“I will tell you one thing, though.” Now he has an edge of steel in his voice. “No-one will ever lay their hand on you again.” He places his palm on my cheek. “Ever!”

Tears forming in my eyes, I place my hand atop his, before pulling it back around me. I don’t know what to say to that, but I’d really rather not cry right now… Luckily, Clark continued speaking.

“On Saturday, I looked at you, and something woke up in me. I didn’t understand it at all. I didn’t even know you, and already I couldn’t get you out of my mind. The whole trip back to Smallville, I was kicking myself for not getting your number, or your name. Anything.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Imagine my surprise at seeing you at Nell’s house. There you were, the woman I couldn’t get off my mind, within arm’s reach.”

“Yeah, and then Lana hugged and kissed you.” That still hurt… And my tone of voice clearly indicated my feelings…

“Oh right. Will it help if I apologised?”

“Clark, why would you apologise? She was your girlfriend.” I grin, silently amused. “Besides, I was seriously thinking of kicking her ass, and stealing her away from you.”

“Uh huh… I might have let you. But, of course, I didn’t need to. On Monday morning, there you were falling right into my arms. Another one that just can’t resist the Kent charm…”

“Oh please, don’t start that again. I’m yet to see this so-called Clark Kent charm, so I will be reserving judgement, until then.”

He was silent and then serious. “And then all of a sudden you ripped yourself out of my arms, and ran out of the room like a bat out of hell…”

Oh Boy. Explanation time…

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Chapter 14

“…and for the next month you will not be going anywhere except school and back here. No after school trips to the Talon or anywhere else, you hear me? And definitely no more trips to Crater Lake for make-out sessions or anything else.”

“We weren’t…”

“Elizabeth.” Her stare was unnerving. “You don’t get those things on your neck without intimate contact!”

Oh shit… Automatically, slapping my hands on my neck, I feel my face reddening. “Um…”

“Quite! I expect that when you come here and live in my house that you follow my rules, is that clear?”

“Yes, Aunt Nell.” Sitting on the sofa, I watch my aunt standing in the centre of the living room, hands on her hips.

“I had no idea where you were…”

Defensive, I respond. “But, I left a note –”

“Don’t answer back, young lady.” Aunt Nell was practically yelling.

“Yes ma’am.” I look down at the floor. This was not how the evening was supposed to end.

“As for your note; dinner with the Luthor’s doesn’t run into the early hours of the morning. What if something had happened to you? How would I have known where you were? How would I have explained to your mother? It’s a good thing that Lana realised that you weren’t home and woke me.”

That stone bitch!!! I swallow my anger. “I apologise, Aunt Nell. I didn’t realise that it was so late. We were talking and time just ran away from us.”

“What were you doing there with Clark Kent in any case? Isn’t he Lana’s boyfriend?”

“No ma’am, they broke up.”

“Oh. I don’t know what goes on with you young people nowadays.” Fixing her eyes on me, she continues. “At any rate, this will not happen again, Elizabeth. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now go to bed.” She pointed in the direction of my bedroom.

“Um… Aunt Nell?” Waiting until she looked at me, I continued. “We were given a big project in Biology toady, and I’m going to need to do research. Is it okay if I go to the library after school before I come back here?”

Her eyes set on me, I felt like I was under a microscope. “You will go to class, the library and then back here, no exceptions. And I will find out if there have been any deviations.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you, Aunt Nell.” Getting up, I start walking to my bedroom, before turning around to look at her again. “I really am sorry that I worried you. That was not my intention. I promise it was nothing bad, we really were just talking. I understand that you don’t know me very well yet, but I am a responsible person and I can take care of myself. My parents made sure of that. However, from now on I will make sure to respect your rules while I am living under your roof.”

Feeling completely dejected, I make my way to my bedroom and throw myself face-down on the bed. Grounded for a month! There goes my date with Clark… And we still didn’t get a chance to finish our talk – in fact we had only just gone about halfway when my cellphone had rang.


I remember taking a deep breath…

“I don’t know how to start this discussion.” I sighed again. I wasn’t sure I would be able to talk to him without seeing the expressions on his face. Whether it be rejection or indifference, I would rather experience it firsthand.

“It’s always best to start at the beginning.” He was gently rubbing circles on my stomach. I’m sure it was meant to calm me down, but it was only making me feel antsy.

I moved away from him, turned and asked. “Can we go and sit inside?”

Surprised, he nodded. “Okay.”

As I tried to organise my thoughts, I stood up. I don’t know why I never thought to prepare this speech. I knew I would have to tell someone one day – like maybe my parents…

Jumping down, Clark reached up and lifted me by the waist and set me on the floor. “Get inside, Liz. I just want to get the blanket.”

Opening the door, I lifted my leg and pulled myself into the cab of the truck, and too soon for my liking, Clark had joined me on the other side, placing the blanket on the seat between us. I faced him and watched him do the same, all the while wondering whether he figured out that I wanted to have this conversation face to face.

“Wow, this is hard…” Clark’s attention was on my stomach and it was only then that I realised I had been rubbing the exact spot where that errant bullet had entered my body. I stopped immediately, and cleared my throat. “Right.” Facing Clark again, I see both eyebrows raised enquiringly. “Um… You must know the story about the alien crash-landing in Roswell in 1947, right? The government issued a release stating that it was actually a weather balloon. I told you and Pete about it? Remember?”

He frowned. “It was yesterday, Liz.”

I was definitely going about this the wrong way… Can he tell that I’m nervous? “Right,” I said again. “I used to work at my parent’s café after school – The Crashdown Café. Me and my best friend used to waitress, and my other best friend used to sit in the café drinking orange sodas, and keeping us company. Anyway, Max always seemed to be there, and Maria and I used to argue about the fact that Max used to come to the Crashdown every day to stare at me… But, of course I didn’t think that was true. Besides, I was going out with Kyle at the time; he was a great guy, captain of the basketball team and the football team. He was also the sheriff’s son.” Making a face, I look down at my hands making folds in my pants, and forced myself to stop and then proceeded to smooth the creases. “Most of the customers that came in there, the guys at least definitely didn’t come in for the food – not that the food was bad – but the uniforms were so short. I mean it was temptation, and which guy could resist looking at the amount of leg those things used to show… and don’t even get me started on the antennas… I always told my dad…” As I picked my head up, I trailed off conscious of the fact that Clark looked utterly confused.

“Liz –”

“Wait. Give me a chance. I’m going about this in a really bad way. The problem is that I never gave a thought to the explanation I would one day have to give someone, you know? On top of it, we’ve just, met so there is so much background info you don’t have… not that I’m planning on giving you a crash course right now, excuse the pun?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, my parents owned the Crashdown Café… Um, right… not the point.” I gave a nervous giggle, then inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled. “Anyway, one day we were all working and Max and Michael – he was Max’s best friend – were sitting in their usual booth. The café was really busy, because it was near Crash Festival, you know?” He was silent, but signalled for me to go on. “Right, well, there were these two men in the front booth who started arguing really loudly, and then all of a sudden they were both on their feet, and one of them had a gun in his hand.” Closing my eyes, I could see the whole thing again…

“Liz?”

Opening my eyes, I open my mouth and I’m amazed by the words that come out. “I was wearing my black polka dot underwear.” Amused by the utter confusion on his face, I start laughing and then I’m even more amazed when the tears start falling. Oh God! My emotions were all over the place…

“Liz? Baby, are you okay?” He moved closer and enveloped me in his arms.

Sniffling, I use the back of my hand to wipe away the tears. “Do you have a tissue?”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me.

“Sorry.” As I dabbed at my eyes, I realised that I probably looked a complete mess with make-up running down my face. “Do you know that I have cried more around you in the past 2 days than I have at any other time in my life? How can you possibly stand it?” I managed a feeble smile.

“I don’t mind.”

At that I did laugh, in disbelief. “Come on, Clark. No guy likes to be blubbered on.”

“Come here.” He pulled me into his arms and seated me on his lap. “When I say I don’t mind, I really mean it. I’d rather you share everything with me, including the tears, than with anybody else, okay?”

I nodded, buried my face in his neck and breathed deeply, taking in the male scent that was uniquely Clark.

“I want to be there for you… I need to be there for you, Liz. Anything you want, anything you feel is important to me.” As he spoke, I felt the warm puffs of air on my cheek.

Wrapping my hand around his neck, I burrow further into his embrace. Feeling safe, I started to speak again. “On that day, it was like time stood still… I saw the men, and I saw the gun. Maria called my name, but I was frozen in shock. Everyone else had dived to the floor, but all I could do was stand there and watch it happen… I didn’t even hear the shot before I found myself on the floor. And only then did I feel the pain and see the blood pouring out of the wound in my stomach, pooling on the floor.”

“Liz.” Clark rasped. His body was tense and his arms had tightened around me even more, if that was possible.

“I started to see spots in front of my eyes – it was the weirdest sensation – and I found it was becoming difficult to breathe. Only later did it occur to me that I might have died on the Crashdown floor.” I stopped at that point.

Clark’s breathing had become uneven and he was rocking me in his arms. I moved my other hand and placing it around his neck; I pulled his head toward my shoulder and held tight, threading my fingers in his hair. It was only when I felt the coldness on my shoulder did I figure out that Clark had been crying. Immediately, a feeling of protectiveness rose up in me. Clark was in pain and it was my responsibility to make sure that the pain was alleviated, but it was easier said than done…

“Let me see?” The hoarse whisper was urgent in its need.

I loosened my hands and lifting his head up, I looked into his eyes. Despite the tears, the long wet lashes, the red eyes, he was beautiful with chiselled features that would make any Greek god weep with envy… “I can’t.” I whispered gently.

“What?” He was shocked.

Leaning back, I lifted my shirt and pointed to the spot. Waiting for him to look at the smooth, unmarked flesh, I spoke again. “That’s the other half of the story.” As he placed his hand on my stomach, I sucked in my breath.

The harsh ring of the phone abruptly interrupted us, causing me to jump and Clark to instantly move his hand. I reached for my purse and answered.

“Hello?”
Elizabeth Parker, where are you?
Cringing at the tone, I answer. “Hi Aunt Nell. We’re at a place called Crater Lake.”
What are you doing there? Who’s with you?
Looking at Clark, I see him shake his head, and then flinch when I respond. “I’m with Clark Kent.”
Clark Kent. You better not be out there making out with that boy…
“No! We are just talking.”
Huh, just talking! I know what’s done at Crater Lake at night, and I’m telling you, Elizabeth, you get your butt back here, right now!
“Yes ma’am”

After disconnecting, I glance at Clark. I was completely embarrassed. “I guess you better get me back to Aunt Nell’s right away.” I needed to repair some of the damage before Aunt Nell sees what I look like. Taking the mirror out of my purse, I make a note to begin practicing Isabel’s favourite trick. Instant face repair with a wave of the hand…

The trip back was made in silence. I had been too worried about what Aunt Nell was going to say, and I guess Clark had been thinking about all that I had said and what I hadn’t finished saying. Finally we had arrived, and I quickly kissed Clark on the cheek. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

Squeezing my hand in reassurance, he replied. “I’m sure it will be fine. Don’t worry.” Giving me a peck on the cheek, he smiles at me. “Goodnight, Baby.”

I grab my purse and shawl and make my way slowly into the house.


The following morning I wake up really early. It hadn’t been a restful night’s slumber at all – my thoughts had been filled with the conversation I had started and not finished with Clark. I was also upset that I wouldn’t have a life for the next month. Sighing, I pull a face. I was also angry with Lana…

Jumping out of bed, I head for the shower. When I look in the mirror, I see the huge purple mark on my neck that Aunt Nell had been talking about. On the one hand, it gives me a secret thrill to see it there. On the other hand, if anyone sees it, there will be a lot of questions asked that I don’t know how to answer. Using foundation, I carefully conceal it hoping that it stays hidden through the day.

In a bid to avoid both Lana and Aunt Nell, I put on my jeans and T-shirt, stuff a sweater in my bag and leave the house before the other two waken. I didn’t mind the walk to school; it allowed me a little time to think. I would have to confront Lana sooner or later, both about her reactions to me yesterday and her actions of last night, and if she should bring up Clark, well all the better.

And thinking about Clark, I smile. I wonder if he was able to sneak in past his parents last night. Probably not – he had the truck after all. That would definitely have announced his presence most effectively. I hope he gets to school early today. At least we’ll be able to see each other during the day…

On a positive note though, being confined to the house would definitely give me time to practice, without anyone around. Since both Lana and Aunt Nell would be working, I could freely use my powers and hopefully with practice, get better. With that thought, came a sense of foreboding. I really needed to find out soon about that flash. What was the reason for her going over the edge? The break-up? Temporary insanity? Or was it something that is yet to happen?

Honk. Honk.

I was so startled, that I jumped and almost fell over. Seeing Chloe’s car next to me, I take note of the huge grin on her face. Obviously, a morning person…

“Hi Liz. Hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”

Walking over, I jump in the car. “Hi Chloe, how are you this morning?”

“I’m great. So, where are you going so early?”

“Oh. I woke up really early, and since I couldn’t sleep anymore, I decided to take a walk to school. Besides, there are a few things I want to check on in the library.”

“Okay. So what happened to you yesterday? You disappeared with Lana and then never came back.”

“I… Uh, I wasn’t feeling well.”

Frowning, she looked over at me. “So I see you have your bag. Clark came to get it yesterday, and he looked really upset. Did he say anything to you?”

Oh dear! How much did Clark want me to tell these people? “No, he didn’t.” Deciding to speak quickly before she had a chance, I ask. “Where are you going so early?”

“Oh, I always try to get to school early. I need to finish a couple of things for the Torch. I swear I’m the only person that actually puts in any work at that place.” Looking at me, she grinned. “Not that I mind. I really enjoy it. Which reminds me… I still meant to talk to you about that article we were supposed to be doing for the paper.”

“Actually, that was already resolved, remember? I said no.”

“But Liz. We need more articles in the paper that the general student body would appreciate. What better than an expose on the new student?”

Pathetically relieved to see the school grounds, we can’t get there any faster for my liking. “Not that I don’t appreciate the interest, but maybe you should start with the students that are in the school already. You know the ones that are quiet and keep to themselves. Introduce them to the general populace.”

“Hmm. That’s not such a bad idea.”

Good, that’s got her off on a tangent. When she parks the car, I get out. “Thanks Chloe.” Closing the door, I almost dash away from her, not embarrassed to realise that I’m running away from her again.

Walking through the doors, I make my way to my locker and I’m delighted to see Clark waiting at my locker. Sure that I’m grinning from ear to ear, I rush over to him.
“Hi.”

Smiling at me, he responds by kissing my cheek. “Hi yourself. So, did you get in trouble yesterday?”

My smile fades. “Unfortunately yes. Aunt Nell grounded me for a month.”

“A month! So that means…” He looks so dejected.

“Yeah, no date and no contact outside of school.” My hands on my hips, I give him a fierce look. “I tried to convince her that it was innocent, that we were only talking, but she refused to believe me once she caught sight of the hickey on my neck.”

“Oh.” Looking contrite, he apologised. “I’m sorry.” Scanning my neck, he grins and I can’t help but return it, knowing that he wasn’t. “Why are you trying to hide it?” He gently strokes my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

“Are you insane, I can’t walk around like that – everyone will see...”

“I don’t care.”

“Humph, of course you don’t care; you’re not the one wearing it.” We need some alone time… Seeing him lift his hand to my neck again, I step back, shake my head at him before carefully position my hair in order to hide my neck. “Hey, since I’m only going to be seeing you at school, how about we make the most of our time here. I’m sure there are a lot of places where we can have some privacy?” Wiggling my eyebrows, I meet his smirk with my own.

“Hey Clark, what are you doing at school so early? That’s really strange behaviour for you.” Chloe again… I thought she wanted to go to the Torch… Doesn’t she realise that I need some alone time with Clark?

I see the grimace on his face before Clark faces Chloe who is walking down the hall towards us.

“Hi Chloe.” He shrugs. “I couldn’t sleep last night, so I decided to come to school early. Besides, I need to go to the library.”

Chloe looks between Clark and myself, and frowns. “Did you and Liz practice your stories?”

“Huh? What?” I laugh at his confusion.

“Clark.” Gaining his attention, I explain. “Chloe gave me a lift this morning, and when she asked, I gave her the same response.”

“Oh, okay.” He turns back to Chloe. “So, are you going to the Torch?”

“Yeah, I need to finish an article, but when I saw you here, I decided that it would be the perfect time to talk to you.”

“About what?” He didn’t sound happy at all…

I see Chloe sneaking a peak at me, and decide that that was my cue to leave. “Anyway guys, I really should be going. I’ve got quite a bit to catch up on.”
Walking away, I hoped that the conversation wouldn’t last long and that Clark would follow soon.

I wouldn’t mind a proper good morning kiss…


It was near lunch time, when I finally saw Clark again, digging in his open locker.
Wishing I could throw my hands around him and nuzzle my face into his back, I step up to his side and smile at him. “Hi. What happened to you this morning?”

Turning to me, he explains. “You must have realised by now that once Chloe starts, she doesn’t stop talking.”

Switching my bag to the other shoulder, I ask. “So, you want to go somewhere quiet for lunch? I want to talk to you about… well, about how open you want our relationship to be at school.”

“Liz. I would love to go anywhere with you, but as far as I’m concerned, the whole school can have a front seat view of our relationship. It doesn’t bother me at all.”

“And what about Lana?”

Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair. “I can understand your concerns, but Lana will have to accept the fact that I’m with you now.”

“Yes, but maybe we could just tone it down a little when she’s around? Just so that we’re not rubbing her face in it?”

Pulling a face at me, he nods. “Okay fine, but only for a short while then all bets are off.” Smiling again, he takes my hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We need to finish our talk from last night.”

“Miss Parker.” I see Clark’s frown, before he looks down at his feet.

Turning around, I see Principal Reynolds. “Yes sir?”

“I would like to see you in my office, please.” Man, Clark and I are never going to have any time for ourselves…

“Sir, Liz and I…” Clark begins, before he is shut down.

“Mr. Kent, what did I tell you about your tardiness? You teachers tell me that your timing still hasn’t improved. Why don’t you make your way over to your next class, so that you might be able to attend at least one on time.”

“Yes sir.” Clarks looks apologetically at me, before making his way down the hall.

Following Principal Reynolds, I sit down in the guest chair in front of his desk, fighting the urge to flee.

“Miss Parker, I have just received your transcripts from West Roswell High. I noticed that you had excellent grades, but they seemed to slip in the last school year. What are your plans to get them back up to scratch?”

“Well sir, I was experiencing personal problems last year, which have now all been sorted out. I have already started making an attempt to get my grades back on par. I have requested extra credit assignments from all of my teachers, and I plan on looking at applying for an internship for the summer holidays.”

“That’s good, Miss Parker. I might be able to assist you with that. But, I want you to ensure that you keep focused on your studies. Don’t get distracted by outside influences, especially Clark Kent.”

I’m confused. “Sir?”

“Clark Kent is a distraction, and you don’t need to be taking time away from your studies to run around with your boyfriend. Do you understand?”

I feel my face heating up… This is so embarrassing, and so very weird… Besides, what business is it of his whether Clark is my boyfriend or not? “Sir, Clark Kent is not my boyfriend. We are just friends. I don’t have a boyfriend, sir.”

“Good. That will be all for now, Miss Parker. I will get back to you on the internship.”

“Thank you, sir.” Standing up, I leave the office and make my way to my locker. Seeing a note taped to the door, I open it and see a message from Clark.

Hi Liz, Chloe cornered me again. In the Torch office. Clark.

Well, I definitely didn’t want to go there, and headed out the door to sit in the sun. It was quite depressing, not being able to spend any time with my boyfriend…

AN.
Hey guys, I am so thrilled to see how into this story you are getting - it makes me want to write faster and better too!!! Is that your evil plan?
As for this chapter, there's a lot going on... but somehow, it didn't feel right to break it up, so all I can say is - enjoy!


Chapter 15

Standing just inside the entrance of the Talon, I sweep my eyes across the room. Seeing no other familiar faces, I nod in satisfaction and make my way toward the counter where Lana is standing. I had to leave right after the final bell to make sure I would get here while it was still a bit quiet.

“Lana?”

She turns quickly. “Liz, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be grounded?” Is that glee in her voice?

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”

“We have nothing to say to each other.”

“Yes we do, Lana. And you know it. Are you that upset about your break-up with Clark that you would deliberately try to get me into trouble?”

Turning her back to me, she responds. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, so you weren’t the one who told Aunt Nell that I hadn’t returned last night?” Grasping her arm, I force her around to face me. “What were you doing, waiting up for us? For what purpose? What were you trying to achieve? Were you hoping that this would get me out of the picture and you and Clark back together?”

Pulling her arm out of my grasp, she gets in my face. “You’re the one who came here, Liz, intruding on my life. You moved into my house, wormed your way into my relationships with my friends and my aunt and stole my boyfriend away from me.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Lana.” I am shocked, but mostly I find myself really disturbed. “But, you know what? Right now, I’m really disgusted by your selfish behaviour.”

Watching her, I see her face change, the anger and apparent hate making her face almost ugly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand rising, and purely by instinct raise my own and catch her wrist before she makes contact. Holding tight, my own anger builds and I focus intently on her. “You got one free shot yesterday, deserved or not. You are not getting another.” I grip her wrist tighter as she tries to get free. “I can’t believe how insecure you are, Lana. I am not insinuating my way into your life, unless you are of the belief that you and I can’t have the same friends. And for that matter, why would I even want to take any of your friends away from you?” I shake my head, the anger was fading and the disappointment was building.

This was not how I imagined my relationship with Lana would be. I thought that as only children we would each welcome a cousin round about the same age. I had imagined us growing closer, becoming best friends, becoming like siblings. Was that naïve of me? Had I been hoping for too much?

“As for Aunt Nell and I, we will never have the type of relationship that you already do. God Lana, she raised you since you were a child. Why would you think so little of her to assume her feelings for you would change just because I arrived on scene?” Sensing that some of the fight had gone out of her, I loosen my grip a little. “As for Clark, you guys broke up and you’re going to have to live with it. I can’t help you with that one. I won’t presume to tell you your feelings, but you need to have a serious think about your relationship with Clark, and whether it was the be all and end all that you thought it was.”

And into that frozen tableau, came Lex Luthor. “Good Afternoon, ladies. Am I interrupting anything?”

I let go of Lana’s hand as we turn to face Lex. Taking a step back, I speak. “Hi Lex.”

He was still looking between us, and I figured he was curious as to what we were talking about. Hearing Lana return his greeting and offer him coffee, I start toward the door.

”Excuse me. I have to be going. Bye Lex. Lana.” It was as I reached the door that I hear Lex behind me.
“Liz?”

Stopping, I turn to face him. “Yeah?”

“How are you feeling? You guys rushed away so quickly last night…?”

“I’m fine, Lex. Thank you for asking.”

Sweeping his hand toward a table, he asks. “Why don’t you join me for coffee? We can get to know each other a little more.”

“I’m sorry, Lex. Unfortunately, I can’t today. I’m supposed to be at Aunt Nell’s already, and I don’t want to make matters worse.” Damn, shouldn’t have said that…

“Worse? Why?”

Might as well finish it out… Lifting my shoulders slightly, I explain. “I’ve been grounded.”

“Um, okay. Why?”

“It was just a small misunderstanding – nothing major.” I hope he would be satisfied with that. “Anyway, I really have to go. Bye Lex.”

Turning once again, I dash out the door and run straight into Aunt Nell. Well, shit! “Hi, Aunt Nell.”

“Elizabeth, what are you doing here? You were supposed to go straight home after school.”

I open my mouth, and then realising I have no idea what to say, I close it again.

“I’m sorry, Nell. That was actually my fault. I wanted to talk to Elizabeth about an internship that LexCorp might be offering, and this was the only place we could meet to discuss it. I apologise if I was keeping her from anything. In fact, I was just about to drive her back right now.”

Man. That must be some kind of record… Talk of two internships in one day… Damn, I’m good!

With a coy smile on her face, Aunt Nell responds. “Oh, Lex. I didn’t see you there. Of course it’s okay. Although, I can’t imagine what sort of work you could possibly have to Elizabeth.”

Vaguely irritated with her, I concentrate on my shoes. I’d really rather not be a participant in this conversation. I’m surprised at how smooth talking Lex seems to be. But with the way Aunt Nell was acting around him, I’m sure it wasn’t too difficult. You would think that he was the president or someone equally important, instead of just Lex…

“We at LexCorp like giving students the opportunity to learn while at school. It prepares them for the outside world, and in some cases, LexCorp gains as well. And with Elizabeth’s grades, she shows excellent promise as a future asset to the company.”

Lifting my head in surprise, I stare at Lex. What did he know of my grades?

“Oh, I didn’t realise that.” Glancing at me, there was clear surprise on her face. “Liz, I gathered from your mother that your grades had been slipping and that you had moved here to get back on track.”

Obviously, Aunt Nell had assumed the worst, and was she trying to make me look bad? “Yes ma’am, they had.”

“Well, if that’s what you call slipping, then I can’t wait to see Elizabeth at full potential.”

I wish he – both of them – would stop calling me Elizabeth! “Well, thank you for your time, Lex. Aunt Nell, I’ll see you at home later.” I retreat quickly.

“Liz, my car is this way.” Lex points to a silver Porsche.

We both get in the car and before I know it, Lex is speeding out of town.

“So, Liz. What’s wrong with Clark?”

Baffled, I answer. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Liz. Clark and I have grown very close over the years, he’s like a brother to me, and I can tell when there’s something up with him… So, despite the excuse you gave me, I couldn’t help but notice that it was definitely more to do with Clark than with you last night.”

I had hoped he wouldn’t see it… but then I guess that was asking too much. I can just imagine what would have happened if Clark’s parents had been around…

As Lex speeds around the corner, I hold on to my seat belt. This guy drives way too fast… “Lex, it’s nothing really. Clark and I just had a couple of things to sort out.”

Squealing to a stop in front of Aunt Nell’s house, Lex asks. “And would one of those things be Lana?”

Whipping around, I stare at him. “Why do you ask?”

“I couldn’t help but observe the um… shall we say, discussion… going on inside the Talon.”

His face is carefully blank. Clark told me that Lex liked Lana – along with everyone else – and that he used to push for Clark to ask her out on a date. Where does this leave me? I’m still not sure how to answer anyone’s questions regarding Clark and my relationship. Only once he knows the whole truth will I feel comfortable bragging that Clark is my man… “Lex, I think you’d do better to talk to Clark about this.” Unfastening the seat-belt, I face him once more. “By the way, thanks for your help with Aunt Nell back there. Its bad enough I was in town at all… I have to ask though, How did you know about my grades?”

“Actually, Liz. I checked up on you.”

“What?!” What the hell… What gives him the right…?

He is speaking casually, as if he is not rocking my world… “It’s amazing what kind of information there is out there if you are willing to look.”

“What the hell gives you the right to check up on me at all? I have nothing to do with you.” I am hopping mad but I’m also scared out of my wits…

“I told you, Liz. Clark is like a brother to me. You’ve gotten awfully close to him in a very short space of time. All I’m doing is looking out for him… He’s too trusting, always too ready to believe in people. So, I step in to make sure that the trust he places in people isn’t ill-used or readily abused.”

“You know what, Lex. You can just go to hell!” Slamming out of the car, I lean in again. “Maybe you should try to trust his judgement a little more, instead of always assuming the worst or jumping in to play saviour.” Turning, I stomp away from him.

“Liz?” He called out, softly.

With the bottom dropping out of my stomach, I turn to face him.

“You didn’t ask what kind of information I had found out…” Revving, he put the car in gear and roared down the road.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I sink onto the ground. Why would he do that? This had been my once chance. I was going to come here and start over. There were no aliens; no one knew about the shooting, there was no FBI… And with what happened yesterday… If he’s asking questions, then it’s just going to bring more attention down on everyone’s head. Shit! I wonder if I should call Michael and give him a head’s up. No, that probably wasn’t a good idea… It would freak him out unnecessarily. Besides, I might be panicking for nothing. Sheriff Valenti was there, he would call if there was anyone around asking questions. Maybe, I should call him. No. Stop. Lex is just trying to scare me away. It’s best to just let it play out for a while… Besides the attention will be focused on me, not on Roswell…

Slowly lifting myself up off the floor, I go inside the house. Homework first and then I could start practicing, or maybe that should be the other way around while the house is empty. Walking into the kitchen, I half-fill a glass of water and grab a tomato. That should do for now… Entering my room, I close and lock the door, and place the glass on the bedside table before sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Staring at the tomato in my hand, I wonder how to start this. Setting the fruit on the bed, I place my hands on my knees and close my eyes. Slowly focusing, I try to find that alien energy source again… Obviously, it’s connected to my emotions, and I’ve definitely used it before. I just need to find out how to trigger it when it’s needed, and shut it off when it’s not convenient.

Okay, the blast came when I was angry, so let’s not think about Lana. The intensity was overpowering. Rage and fury… It was a lively, pulsating emotion that could barely be controlled.

The projection was possible because I was connected to Max… But then I was also connected to Isabel. But, did I need the connection? Obviously, distance wasn’t a problem, and Isabel helped me kick start it, but what emotion was present? I was worried and desperate to find him. Terrified that something could be happening to him. Afraid that he might need me and I wouldn’t be there… My body, my soul, my entire being had called out to him.

The premonitions and flashes are fine… I need to be completely open to receive those, and I have no intentions of making out with anyone right now, although if Clark were to pitch up, wouldn’t that be a great way to spend the afternoon…

Grinning I open my eyes and see a green light shining from the palms of my hands. Amazingly enough it doesn’t hurt, but I can feel something within me feeding it. Focusing on that something, that power, I allow it to grow. It’s almost like stoking a fire… like a slowly building, constant boost of adrenalin. Lifting up my hands, the light expands until a wall has formed in front of me.

Oh my God!! It’s a shield... I’ve just created a shield… Excited, I jump off my bed and the light fades. Dancing around the room, I do a little jiggle and laugh, absolutely thrilled. Okay, so it wasn’t big, only the length and width of my body, and it wasn’t strong, not like Max’s but it was definitely a start. Damn right, it was a start… better than either Michael or Isabel could manage... Now for the trigger. I was thinking about Clark, and how he made me feel alive, how he brought something to life inside of me. Hmm, that actually made sense… If you needed to protect yourself, it would help if you were fighting to stay alive, right…? Okay. Maybe I should stop thinking and try again… Clenching my fists, I focus on that emotion and find it becoming easier to build up the energy needed. Opening my hands, I lift them out in front of me, and when I can barely contain the energy inside me, I let go. The intensity of it surprises me. It was the same size, but glowing much brighter. This was really cool… Feeling myself weaken, I pull the shield back in and sit on the bed. Wow! Wow, wow, wow!!!

This was so much easier that I thought it would be. I suppose it helped that I had used my powers before, and I knew how to access the energy, sort of… I had just never thought about it analytically. Right now though, I had to make sure I could call it up at will, without having to picture something or someone first… But, practice makes perfect, right? Barely able to contain my joy, I feel the need to call someone and share the good news with them… Maria? No. The aliens? Definitely no. Kyle? Hell no. And no-one in Smallville… What a bummer!

Spying the glass of water on the table, I reach for it before I remember the tomato. Maybe I could use that instead. Leaning back against the headboard, I look at the fruit again. Picking it up, I close my eyes and picture an apple – the whitish flesh on the inside, the hard red skin on the outside… Calling on my reserves, I release a little jolt of energy and immediately feel the mush in my hand and the wet splashes on my face. Looking down, I see that the tomato has exploded and there is red tomato juice everywhere; on my hands, my face, my clothes, on the bed… Okay, so maybe that one didn’t work so well. All the pieces and the juice was still red, so I reckon that one didn’t go over so well. Maybe I wasn’t focusing properly… maybe I released too much energy… Maybe I wasn’t concentrating on changing the tomato on a molecular level… Hmm, this one might need work.

But right now, I needed to clean up this mess. Throwing out the bits of tomato in my hand, I grab a cloth and try to wipe away most of the splotches on my clothes and the bed. Staring at the closest stain, I decide to try again. Picturing the tiny droplets of red rising off the bed into the air, I imagine then dissolving into nothing and wave my hand over the stain. Looking at the stain still on the bed, I feel disappointment. I suppose it can’t all be easy… Vowing to try again later, I return the cloth to the kitchen and hear the phone ring.

“Potter residence.”
Hi. What happened to you after school?
“Hi, Clark. I’ve been grounded remember? Besides, I had a few things to sort out with Lana.”
Oh yeah, like what?
“Never you mind, Clark Kent. It was girl stuff. So, are you at home now?”
Yeah, just finished my chores, and sitting here miserable, wishing I could see you.
“I know.” I sigh into the phone. “Hey Clark, can you come over? There’s no-one here, but you’ll have to leave before Aunt Nell gets back, otherwise I’ll be in serious trouble.”
You sure?
Rolling my eyes, I reply. “No, I was just joking. Of course I’m sure, unless you don’t want to come over.”
I’ll be right there, give me 15 minutes.
“Great, I’ll see you then.”

Hanging up the phone, I plop myself down on the sofa with a grin. I’ll be seeing him in 15 minutes... And then catching a glimpse of the red tomato juice on my clothes, I jump up, horrified. Rushing to my room, I quickly get into the shower and just manage to put on a pair of denim shorts and a white baby tee, before I hear the doorbell.

Running to open the door, I see Clark standing on the porch and moving aside, I gesture for him to step inside. Leaping into his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze tight. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself.” Leaning down, he lowers his mouth over mine and gives me a quick peck. Setting me back on the floor, he rests his hands on my hips. “I missed you today.”

“Yeah?” At his nod, I continue. “I missed you too.” Pouting at him, I mock-complain. “Chloe kept you to herself the whole day and didn’t even give me a chance. It’s not fair…”

“Well. You deserted me for Principal Reynolds. I had to find someone else to spend my time with.” He grins down at me.

“Please, I spent like five minutes with him. It wasn’t what you would call entertaining.” Leaning in, I rest my cheek on his chest, close my eyes and savour the feeling.

“Oh.” His hands move up until he was lightly stroking my back. “So, why didn’t you come to the Torch?”

With a sigh, I reply. “I’m trying to avoid Chloe, until she gets that whole expose idea out of her head. Besides, it was warm outside in the sun, and it gave me time to catch up on some of my homework.”

“Fine. You’re forgiven this time. But next time, you get your butt over to the Torch when I ask.” And saying it, he smacks the just-mentioned area.

“Hey.” Protesting, I pull away from him, ignoring his laughter. “Watch it, mister.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the couch. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Nope, I’m good. So, what did Reynolds want?”

Lying down, I rest my head on his thigh. “Oh, he wanted to discuss my grades and how I was going to go about improving them.” Turning so that I was looking up at him, I smirk. “He did tell me that I needed to stay away from distractions, especially ones that go by the name of Clark Kent.” I can’t help but laugh at the scowl on his face. “So you want to tell me what’s up with you and the headmaster?”

Twirling the strands around his fingers, he replies. “When he first arrived at the school, he put up a gate so that any late-comers would be locked out.”

“I assume that was you?”

“Yeah. I got a lift with Lex on that day, and apparently they have a history. Reynolds was the principal at Lex’s prep school, and it seemed that they didn’t like each other.”

“I can’t imagine why.” I sarcastically mutter under my breath. Returning my gaze to Clark’s face, I see the confused frown. “What?” I ask, hoping he hadn’t heard me.

“You tell me. Did something happen between you and Lex?”

I could be completely honest, but then what purpose would that serve… He and Lex were like brothers and it wasn’t a crime for Lex to look out for Clark’s interests… “Nothing. Aunt Nell saw me in town outside the Talon and Lex jumped in to save the day before giving me a lift back here.”

Apparently not appeased, he asks. “And…?”

“And nothing. We just had a few words, that’s all.”

“About what, Liz? If he said something to you, I want to know.” The dark glower reflects a great deal of anger.

That’s not what I wanted… Maybe there’s a different way to approach this… Reaching up, I cup his cheek and gazing into his eyes, I speak honestly. “Clark, do you realise how protective Lex is of you?” Seeing the frown, I continue. “He feels like you’re his little brother, and that he needs to look out for you all the time. It’s his job as the older brother, and isn’t that how you feel about him?”

The frown fading, he nods. “Yes.”

“Well, there you are…” Returning my hand to my stomach, I go on. “Remember what we spoke to your parents about? How we didn’t fully understand why this relationship was progressing so fast?” He nods again. “Well, as your brother, we should have spoken to Lex about it as well, because he is even more confused. You’ve been talking to him about Lana for years, and now all of a sudden, Lana is out of the picture and here I am, and it’s not even been a week. He’s never heard you speak of me. He’s never met me except briefly on Monday night, and he’s wondering if I’m doing something to you, although I couldn’t imagine what it is.”

“But Liz, he shouldn’t have been talking to you about it.”

I shake my head. “Clark, you haven’t been around and today, I was. So, he saw the opportunity and took it. There was nothing malicious in it...” I hope… “But, I think that you might need to talk to him soon, and be honest about how you feel. Tell him that we are slowly trying to figure out what’s going on between us.”

“Maybe, you’re right.”

Winking at him, I reply. “Of course I am.”

“Yeah. Yeah. What would I do without my smart girlfriend?”

“Wonder aimlessly around town without a clue? Wither away out of loneliness? I don’t know. What would you do?”

Leaning down his hair falling over his forehead, he gives me a soft kiss. “I don’t ever intend to find out.” Sitting straight up, he grows serious. “However, I do need to know what other secrets my smart girlfriend is keeping from me… I believe she owes me the second half of a story she started last night. You know anything about that?” Both eyebrows disappear beneath the hair on his forehead.

Scrunching my nose up at him, I whine. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” he replies, tweaking my nose. “I would dearly love to know how you can get shot and not show any sign of it, at all.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t show any sign of it.”

“Liz, I meant any physical marks, and you know it.”

“Man, you’re really pushy.”

“And you’re stalling.”

“Okay. Fine.” Playing with the edge of my T-shirt, I gather my thoughts and try to remember where I left if off last night. “So, I was lying on the floor, right? Gradually getting weaker, my body becoming numb and the black spots were growing, beginning to encompass me.” Breathing in, I look into his eyes. “From a far distance, I heard a voice calling my name. It was really weird, you know? There I was, swimming in a sea of darkness, ready to let go, when this urgent voice kept on calling me back. It was such a struggle to open my eyes, but the voice wouldn’t stop.” Clark was staring at me intently, willing me to go on. “Eventually, I opened my eyes, just barely… But apparently, that was enough. I could hardly see him, but I felt him pulling my uniform apart. Anyway, he laid his hand over the wound and healed me.”

“What? Who? How did he do that?” He asks, his hand holding mine on my stomach.

“Max.” I whisper. “Max healed me.”

“How?”

“I think to some degree the basis of his healing powers lies in the manipulation of the molecular structure of objects, and the inherent ability to understand the basic make-up of the human body.” I say, frowning.

“What?” He sounds completely lost.

“Sorry. Um… he can change certain things at a molecular level… sort of like break it down to each separate molecule. Like for instance, he can shape a mould of clay into a face with a wave of his hand, understand?”

“Okay.”

“So, when he healed me, he dissolved the bullet, and then repaired the damage that the bullet had done. Unfortunately, he couldn’t clean up the mess because he had used up too much power. So, I still had a bullet hole in my uniform and he had to break a bottle of ketchup and pour it over me to hide the blood. That was the first time though, with practice his healing power grew so that he could repair everything at the same time. Sort of a three for one deal, you know. Repair the body and eliminate all evidence of it.”

“Alright, and then what happened?”

“Oh, well Michael freaked out entirely and pulled him out of there really fast and they drove off.”

“Who’s Michael again?”

“Michael is Max’s best friend. He’s also going out with my best friend, Maria.”

“Wow, Liz. That sounds…”

“A little unbelievable, I know. If I hadn’t experienced it first-hand, I would have had a hard time believing it myself.”

“So, Michael and Max disappeared and then what?”

“Well, someone had called the sheriff and my dad had gone berserk, and there was this couple who were going around the restaurant trying to find the bullet. It really had been a bit of a mess. And the whole time, Maria was practically hysterical and constantly sniffing her cedar oil.”

“Her what?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Cedar oil. She carries a little vial of it wherever she goes and uses it when she needs to calm down. She definitely needed to calm down that day. I had to continuously reassure her that I was fine, that I hadn’t been hurt… Between her and my dad…”

“But, didn’t she see you get shot?”

“No. Everyone was on the floor, remember. From where Maria had been, she wouldn’t have seen me get shot or Max healing me.”

“Oh.”

“In retrospect, I think it would have been better if Max and Michael had stayed. They could have spoken to the sheriff and the rest of the crowd. We were just checking on the waitress to see if she was alright, you know? Something like that. By running, they brought suspicion down on themselves because whoever was in the front of the restaurant saw Max by me and then the both of them leaving.”

“Why would that have made a difference?”

“You must remember that this is Roswell, Alien Capital of the World. The couple who were looking for the bullet, and couldn’t find it? They were fanatics, really into the whole thing… As far as they were concerned, everything was a conspiracy. So, when they couldn’t find the bullet and I was covered in red but perfectly fine, the automatically assumed that Max had done something and since humans couldn’t heal… Why then, he must have been an alien...”

“Okay, I’ll buy that. So, how did Max obtain his powers?”

“Max?” Shrugging, I reply. “He was born with them, or rather hatched. But during the course of their life, they’ve actually gained and lost some as well.”

“Wait. Firstly, hatched…?”

“Oh right. They were in stasis on board the ship when it crashed, but they were protected because they were housed in pods. When they did eventually break out, hence the hatching part, they looked like they were six years old.”

“And how could they lose and gain powers?”

“I suppose powers are gained as needed and lost when not needed. When they first broke out of their pods, they couldn’t speak any language, so they used telepathy to communicate. That was a power born out of necessity. Then once they learned how to speak, they stopped using that power and eventually lost it entirely. Understand?”

He nods. Then, obviously deep in thought, he sits quietly for a few minutes before asking. “When did the ship crash?”

“I told you that remember? 1947.”

With a frown, he questions. “1947?”

“Yes. One of their protectors managed to hide the pods just before the government descended on the crash site. Anyway they remained I suppose you could call it cryogenically frozen… But they weren’t simply frozen, they were growing as well. The only problem was that the ship had been damaged, so all the information that was supposed to be passed on to them didn’t get relayed as planned. So, for a long time they didn’t know who they were or where they came from or anything about themselves, save what they picked up along the way.”

The fleeting emotions passing across his face were unreadable and I wondered what he was thinking. “Who is they?”

“Oh, didn’t I say? Sorry. Max, Michael, and Max’s sister, Isabel. Tess… Well, Tess hatched later and was brought up by their protector.”

“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned a protector. Where is he?”

“Nasedo.” I couldn’t keep the disgust out of my voice. “He’s dead.”

He looks sharply at me. “What happened with him?” Shrugging, he elaborates. “There’s something in your voice.”

“Nasedo didn’t like humans. He had a complete disregard for them, to the point where he would kill a human simply for convenience. His own, that is. As for me, or us, he believed we made the aliens weak, that we split their focus. He felt that the four of them should stay together without outside influence and train as a group. He believed that they should pair up as they were meant to.”

“And how was that?”

“We found these orbs – they were actually for communication purposes. Anyway, when the four of them activated the orbs, a hologram of Max and Isabel’s mother appeared. She told them that they had a destiny, and that they belonged together. Max and Tess, and Michael and Isabel.

“But you just told me that Michael is going out with Maria?”

“They are. Michael and Isabel tried it out, but what they felt for each other was more like siblings than anything else.”

“And Max and Tess?”

“Yeah.” Licking my dry lips, I continue.” “Max and Tess are together. Tess is expecting a baby.”

“Oh.”

He was stroking my hair, trying to comfort. “So, they can all heal?”

“No, only Max can do that. The guys have the physical powers and the girls have the mental powers.”

“Tell me about them.”

I’m not sure whether I should worry or not… He seems to be taking this way too calmly, and I’m hoping it’s not the calm before the storm… “Well, all of them can change molecular structure. Max can heal and he has a shield – mostly defensive. Michael has the least control but the most powerful blasts and he sometimes has prophetic dreams – his powers are mostly offensive.”

“If the guys have the physical powers, I wouldn’t think that prophetic dreams fall under that category.”

“Normally they wouldn’t, but Michael’s dreams warn of imminent danger and the possibility of other-worldly visitors. I would assume so that he can prepare and make plans should there be any trouble.”

“Isabel can dream-walk. She goes into people’s dreams and thoughts. Tess’s main power is mind-warping. She goes into people’s minds and makes them see things that aren’t there. And of course, all of them can manipulate molecular structure. That’s it in a nutshell, really.”

“Oh, I see.” There’s something wrong…

Sitting up, I turn to face him. “Is this freaking you out?”

After a while, he answers. “No.”

I watch as he walks over to the window and stares out, his shoulders hunched over. Now what? I can feel the fear building… Is this where he dumps me? Where he takes a step back?

“What’s wrong?” He shrugs and runs his hands through his hair, before linking his fingers at the back of his head. “Clark, talk to me. Do you not want to be with…” I can’t finish the question…

“Do you know what planet they came from?” His voice sounded odd.

“Um yeah. It’s a part of the Whirlwind galaxy. A planet called Antar.”

“Oh.”

“Clark, what’s the matter?”

“Liz, I’m sorry… I need to think…” Oh no, please… Is this my nightmare coming true? “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Wait. Clark, where are you…” My voice dies away. Not looking at me, he practically runs out of the house, and I am left staring at a closed door. Tears running down my face, I blindly make my way to my bedroom. I lie on the bed, pull the covers over my head and start sobbing.

AN.
Hi everyone - I'm back.
Okay, let's see... the excuse for the last two weeks was working overtime and watching season 3 and 4 of Smallville.
Funny thing though is the more I watch Lana, the more irritated I am by her. (Sorry all of you Lana lovers)

Thank you to everyone who left me feedback - I truly love you guys.
And as a reward for your patience, here's 16...
By the way, I'm almost done with 17 too... keep your eyes peeled.


Chapter 16

The night air was warm and the stars were shining bright in the dark sky. The moon was full, and seemed to be creating a spotlight around me while also revealing the tear tracks on my cheeks…

“Liz?”

Even before I turn my eyes away from the sky, I know somehow that this is a dream. Shifting a little, I notice that I am sitting on a recliner on my balcony and I can just see the sign for the UFO Centre across the street. Still not looking at the person who called my name, I return my gaze to the stars, and the Whirlwind Galaxy… A matching recliner appears next to me, before he sits in it and mimics my position.

Sitting quietly for a while, we just stare up at the heavens. “Why are you here?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the shrug. “This is your dream… Only you will be able to answer that.”

Turning to face him, I ask again. “Why you? Why not Max?”

Facing me, he places his feet on the floor, leans his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m the only one that you can talk to.”

Staring at him for a while, I acknowledge his words with a nod. The only subjective person that I had been able to talk to had been Alex, and now with him gone, there was no-one else, except apparently, Future Max…

Sighing, I focus my attention on the stars again. “I don’t know what to do.” Glancing at him, I find him quietly watching me, obviously waiting for me to go on. “I thought that I was doing the right thing… You can’t build a relationship based on secrets and half-truths, and I figured that if I came clean about everything, then we could move forward. Did I move too fast?” Hoping for some indication, I stare at Max and see a blank stare. “I didn’t even tell him about my powers and how I’ve changed. I mean, I know he saw…” Stopping, I gaze intently at him. “What do you think he saw? The blast? The aftermath? He definitely saw something, right?”

“Does it matter what he saw?”

I shrug. “No. I suppose it doesn’t. I’ve already explained a lot… But…” Reaching up, I push my hair behind my ears. “I don’t know if I’ll get the chance to show him anything or tell him the rest.” Once again, hoping for an answer, I ask. “Do you think that I’ve scared him away? That I’ve freaked him out so much that he won’t be coming back?”

“I’m not the one who can answer that question, Liz. That’s for Clark to answer. But I will tell you that it was the right thing to do, whether he can handle it or not. At least this way you start on a clean slate – no secrets between you.”

“And if he doesn’t handle it?” And that was my biggest fear – putting myself out there and getting rejected…

“Then aren’t you better off without him?”

“But then will I ever be able to find anyone who will accept me as I am – freaky powers and all?”

“Of course you will, Liz.”

I blow out a breath at the answer. “Maybe he thinks I’m insane… What normal person talks about aliens as if they were her next door neighbours? And he doesn’t even know the full extent of our relationship, or anything about our connection.” As the thought comes into my head, I sit up straight. “Hey, do you think that the connection is still there? I used to be able to tell when Max… when you were near. It even sometimes worked with the other aliens, if I concentrated hard enough. Do you think that it still exists?”

“Why should that have changed, Liz? Just because you and this Max are not in an intimate relationship anymore? There’s always been something different about you, Liz… Even before Max healed you… And deep down, you know that.”

“But why, I don’t understand. What’s so different about me?”

Reaching out, he holds my hand. “When you are ready, you will figure it out.”

Pulling my hand out of his grasp, I frown at him. “I hate when people say that.”

Smiling at me, he tries to placate. “Liz, all I am is a sounding board for you. I can’t answer questions that you are not prepared to know the answers to.” Taking my hand again, he asks. “Why else can you create a shield, or feel the aliens? Not all of them can do that and they are the ones with the powers.”

“Yes, but Michael was told that their powers are human, not alien.” I wasn’t prepared to give in.

“That’s right, but not every human can do what you can… You have the blast, you have the shield, you can projection, you have premonitions, you have flashes that show you the future and also the past, you can manipulate molecular structure…”

“No, I can’t”

“Yes, you can. You just need practice. And I’ll tell you what else; you will be able to dream-walk and mind-warp too…”

Frustrated, I pull away from him again and walk to the balcony wall. “This is ridiculous. We are going round and round in circles, and not getting anywhere. Telling me what I can do, and what you think I can do doesn’t help me answer the question why. In any case, when Max healed me he apparently accessed that part of my brain and woke it up. That’s been the basis of all of our theories, wasn’t it?”

“Liz, I’m not disagreeing. But, if Max was able to do that why then are you more powerful than they are?”

“I’m not –”

“Yes, you are. Why are you so dead set against this? You can see it yourself. Look at your blast the other day; you practically levelled a forest…”

“Huh. Hardly a forest. Just a few trees.”

“…and look at your control.”

Turning around, I shout at him. “I had no control. Did you see what I did? That wasn’t control. I couldn’t keep that power inside me.”

“But you did, and only once it was safe did you let go.”

The words completely deflate my anger. “But, I’m not sure I want that type of power inside me…” My whisper carries across the air.

“Liz. Have you ever thought that it might be there for a reason?”

“Like what? Am I supposed to don a costume and go out and save the world?” I laugh, but there’s no humour in the sound. “Didn’t I do that once already? Without the costume…?”

“Or maybe the reason might just be to save the life of one person…”

Thinking about Clark and the flash, my heart jumps in my chest. If his is the life that I’m meant to save then it would be worth it, wouldn’t it? Even if I had to give up mine for his… Because whether he comes back to me or not, that was one flash that I absolutely had to prevent…

“Liz? I’m hoping that it won’t come to that.”

Confused, I look at him.

“I didn’t save your life so that you could give it up so easily. So, I’m counting on you to come through this alive, which means that you hone those powers so that you will be prepared when the time comes.”

“Max. What if something happens to me? I won’t be able to go to the hospital…”

“Liz, didn’t you just create a shield today? You are capable of protecting yourself and others. Don’t doubt yourself.”

Holding up my hand, I signal him to stop, unaware that he has already done so. I can feel a ripple in the air, a wave of energy flowing over me and I turn to the point where I can feel it coming from. Staring at the upper handles of the ladder, I watch as a hazy apparition appears. A few seconds later, Isabel is standing in front of the ladder and looks just as shocked to see me watching her as I am to actually see her. Relieved that Max had disappeared, I stand up and walk over to Isabel, weariness in every step.

Lifting a hand in greeting, she smiles nervously. “Um… Hi, Liz. How are you doing?”

Suspicious at her attitude, I just stare at her. “What do you want, Isabel? I’m far away from Max. You have your family all to yourself, no distractions in the form of Liz Parker. Can you please just leave me alone?” Looking into her eyes, I ask. “Do you remember what you said to me the last time we spoke? You said that you wanted nothing to do with me. That I was the one who caused all the trouble that you guys went through… That I was the bitch who had broken up your family… That it was my fault that Max was captured by the FBI… Remember that, Isabel?”

She nods her head, the smile fading. As she starts to speak, I hold up my hand to stop her.

“Do you want to know something else, I’m really too tired to fight with you right now. So, let’s consider this one your only free pass into my head, okay? I have other things I need to deal with, and don’t need any more accusations.”

“I just wanted to see how you were, Liz.”

Sighing, I sit on my recliner. “That’s bullshit, Isabel. You were bored and decided to take a journey through my dreams for your amusement.”

“That’s not the way it is.” She tentatively walks over to the other recliner and sits facing me.

“Really? Then how is it?”

“Honestly, Max and I were talking about you and how we missed you in Roswell…”

“Just stop! That’s complete crap. If Max was wondering, which I sincerely doubt, he can use the telephone. As for you, you couldn’t give two hoots about me, just barely tolerated me because of Max, and when that was over, out came your true colours.”

“That’s because you betrayed my brother…” She retorted. And there came the Ice-Queen…

“Shut up! I’m not listening to one more second of this. Max and I are over it, you are the only one who seems to have a problem with it, and you know what, it’s none of your business, so butt out.”

“Liz. I don’t get why you are so hostile.”

“What?! Is all that blonde dye sinking into your head? Isabel, I was trying to be civil, but you are a complete idiot. GET. OUT. OF. MY. DREAM.” Giving her a shove, I watch as she falls off the recliner before her image quickly fades.

Waking up abruptly, I sit up and look around at all the furnishings in my room at Aunt Nell’s house. Reaching for my phone, I immediately dial Isabel’s number. I hear a ringing on the other side… once… twice… thrice… And the ringing suddenly stops. Looking at my phone, I see that the call had been disconnected. What the hell?! That coward! Standing up, I start pacing trying my best to calm down. Stopping in front of the window, I close my eyes and force myself to breathe deeply. I couldn’t believe her… How dare she think that she can just pop in and out of my head as she pleases? And then doesn’t even give me a chance to crap all over her for doing it… Spoilt Cow! I’m so tempted to call the damn house phone – why should I care if I wake them all up? But then, won’t I be bringing Max into the whole thing, and by extension, Tess? But dammit, I want to have my say. And what’s worse, she managed to ruin my discussion just when we were getting to the bare bones of it.

Realising that my reaction is a bit over the top, I open my eyes, then the window and lean against the sill. Looking outside, I continue trying to breathe deeply, but it wasn’t working… Claustrophobia was starting to set in… Putting on a jacket, I quietly make my way through the house to the front porch. Sitting on the stairs, I look up. “What am I going to do?” My whisper sounds anything but in the silence, and thinking once more about him running out of the house and away from me, I feel the urge to cry again.

&*&*&*&

On Friday morning, I wake up with gritty eyes and a hoarse voice. After brushing my teeth and taking a blistering hot shower, I change into jeans and a blue halter neck top. Making my way into the kitchen, I see Aunt Nell drinking coffee at the table.

“Morning, Aunt Nell.”

“Morning, Liz. You’re up early.”

“Yeah, I need to get to school early – do some work on my Bio project.”

“Oh, I see. Well, if you want, I’ll be leaving in five minutes so you can get a lift with me.”

Hearing my phone ring, I apologise and reach to answer it.

“Hell.”
Good Morning, Miss Parker. How are you doing?
I Smile. “Hi, Sheriff.” Missing the look of surprise on Aunt Nell’s face, I continue speaking. “I’m doing well, thank you. And yourself?”
I’m good. We’re just missing you around here.
Sighing, I reply. “Yeah, me too. How is everyone?”
They’re all good. Your parents haven’t hired anyone new at the Crashdown yet. I think they’re still hoping you’re going to come back soon.
I laugh at that. “Oh no, Sheriff. I think I’m done with the Crashdown, although they will surely put me to work when I come home for the holidays.”
Yeah, you’re probably right. But then you could run the place by yourself without breaking a sweat.
“That’s because I’ve been doing it all my life.”
So Liz, you’re probably wondering why I called and so early.
Trying not to sound too serious, aware that Aunt Nell was listening, I respond. “Actually, I was already awake. My Aunt Nell and I are having breakfast, and then I have a project to do at the library.”
Okay. Well, I’ve had someone new come into town asking questions about you. But, I’ll give you a call later on with more details.
“I see. Like what?”
Like, who your friends are? Where you and your friends hang out? What you did to occupy your time?
There were butterflies in my stomach. “Okay.”
Do you know who this guy is, or where he comes from?
“Yes, sort of.”
Okay, well please give me a call when you get the chance. Hang on, Liz…
I hear muffled noises on the other side, before his voice comes on the line again. Liz, I have to go. Something has come up. I’ll speak to you later.
“Thanks Sheriff.”

Disconnecting my phone, I return to the table, deep in thought.

“Who was that, Liz?”

“Oh. That was Sheriff Valenti from Roswell.”

“Why would the sheriff call you?”

“I used to date his son, and he sort of feels the need to check up on me every once in a while.”

“Oh. Well, I’m on my way. Are you sure you don’t want a lift?”

“No, thanks. I’m fine.” Watching her walk out of the house, I sit back and wonder about the guy in Roswell…

&*&*&*&

Watching the scenery out the window of the school bus, I try to figure out how I’m going to react when I see Clark today. He’s probably going to want to avoid me completely and spend all of his time with Chloe and Pete at the Torch. The three musketeers, part two!

But more worrying than that, the ‘investigator’ in Roswell could be a problem, especially if Michael gets wind of it. He will feel the need to investigate it and probably draw unnecessary attention to himself and the others. I need to call the Sheriff when I get to school…

“Hi.” Turning, I see a guy take a seat next to me and hold out his hand. “I’m Sam Granger.” AS he was wearing a Crows jacket, I assume that he must be a football player, but he looks more like a California beach bum with his big green eyes and streaky blond hair. I almost expect him to be carrying a surf board…

“Hi. I’m Liz Parker.” Taking his hand, I give it a brief shake and try to take it back but he holds tight.

Giving me a wide smile, he kisses the back of my hand. “So, Liz. You’re the new girl, huh?”

Pulling my hand away, I respond. “That’s right.”

“And I hear you’re staying with Lana.”

What did this guy want? “Yes.”

“She used to be the head cheerleader. Are you going to try out?”

“No.” Did he just shift closer to me?

“Why not, you certainly have the body for it.” His eyes travel the length of my body.

Shivering with disgust, I move closer to the window. “It’s not my thing.”

“I’m on the football team.”

So what… “That’s nice.”

“I was named MVP last season.”

I don’t care… “Good for you.”

Moving, he places his arm across the back of the seat, and turns his body into mine. “So, you want to go out with me sometime?”

Hell no… “No, thanks.”

Hi arm moves down and I feel his hand rubbing across my neck. “I promise you will have a great time. No other girl has complained.”

Grabbing his hand, I shove it and him away from me. “I don’t want to go out with you.”

He seems completely unphased by my rejection. “Come on, Liz. Wouldn’t you like to be seen on the arm of the most eligible bachelor at Smallville?”

I almost laugh at him. There’s no way in hell this guy could compare to Clark Kent. “No thanks.” Taking his hand, I move it away from its position near my thigh. Feeling him grab my hand and hold on, I hear his voice. “Of course you want to go out with me. You can’t imagine anything you would want more.”

Shocked I watch him. His lips haven’t moved but I heard the words. I open my mouth to deny it when I hear myself say instead. “I can’t imagine anything…” Stop! What the hell are you saying? You don’t want to go out with this guy. You want Clark…

“You would love to go out with Sam Granger. He is everything you have ever dreamed of.” I feel the heaviness of the thoughts settle on my mind again, and I open my mouth. He is still smiling at me.

“I… I would…” Seeing him nod his head, I frown at him before finally coming to the realisation that Sam Granger is trying to force his will on me. That’s when the bad memories come back – Tess Harding’s mind warping and forcing her will on me, on us, back in Roswell… Making me see things that weren’t there… Feel things that I didn’t feel… What the hell is so attractive inside my head that everyone wants to get in there! First Tess, then Isabel and now this asshole! Feeling the strain, the pressure on my subconscious, I panic and start to fight back. I will not be used like that again. Not sure how I know what to do, I gather all of my strength and with all of my might, I forcefully push him out of my mind.

When the bus comes to a stop a few seconds later, I open my eyes to see Sam sitting on the floor in a daze, slowly shaking his head. Oh shit, I hope nothing I did was noticeable… Looking around, I see everyone looking between the two of us, and then it registers that the girls are all laughing and pointing at Sam. The football players at the back of the bus are shaking their heads, but I can see that some are definitely fighting the urge to laugh as well. Ignoring them, I lean down and whisper quietly to. “Don’t ever do that to me again, asshole. I guarantee that you will pay for it dearly.” Standing, I hold my head high as I step over Sam and make my way into the school. Riding high over my successful attempt at resisting Sam’s invasion into my mind, I forget to wonder how he could possibly do that in the first place.

Opening the doors, I head over to my locker.

“Hey. Liz.”

Turning away from my locker, I see the three musketeers walking toward me. Chloe and Pete are smiling at me, but Clark wasn’t even looking at me. Clearing my throat, I greet them quietly. My giddiness from fighting off Sam was completely gone. “Hi guys.”

“Liz?” A red-haired girl comes to a stop next to me.

Frowning at her, I respond. “Yeah?”

She smiles at me, her green eyes sparkling. “My name is Melody, and I just wanted to say well done with Sam.”

“Uh, thanks Melody.” As she walks off, I glimpse at Clark to see him sporting a dark frown while both Pete and Chloe look curious.

Chloe steps closer. “Sam Granger?”

“Liz.” Another girl walking down the hall calls out. “I like your style.”

I wave at her in acknowledgment before turning to find Clark staring at me intently, hi jaw clenched. “What happened with Sam Granger? That guy is a dog!”

“Clark, he’s not that bad.” Chloe shoves Clark aside. “Liz, what happened with Sam Granger? Are you going out with him? Did he ask you out? You know every girl wants to land him, and I think he’s gone out with all the cheerleaders…”

Here she goes again…

“When is the date? Where are you going? It’s too bad we don’t have a gossip column. Maybe we should start one… The new girl and the eligible bachelor… Has he finally been caught?”

“Chloe!” The shout startles us all.

“Hey Liz.” Sighing, I turn away from Clark who is glaring at Chloe to find a bespectacled girl standing next to me carrying a lot of books. “Nice move with Sam. Wish I had thought of it the first time.”

Smiling weakly at her, I am aware that Clark’s glare has now turned on the girl. This is getting completely out of hand. All of the girls walking down the hall are giggling and pointing to me, and while a couple of the guys are smiling at me, more than a few are giving me a wide berth. Surely all these people were not on the bus…? Watching the girl walk away, I once again face the three standing in front of me.

“Liz, details. When is the date?”

“Liz, you can’t go out on a date with this guy.” Clark sounds… Staring at him, I realise that over and above the anger, he sounded jealous. Experiencing a little thrill at the thought, I smile sincerely for the first time since seeing him.

“What moves are they talking about? Did you make out with him?”

“What? Liz, you made out with Same Granger?” Clark’s fists are clenched and his eyes have gone completely black.

“No!”

“Oh.” Chloe sounded disappointed. “So, when are you going out with him?”

“Actually, I’m not. He asked, and I said no.” I sneak a peek at Clark whose lips have curved up a little at the corners.

Chloe’s mouth is hanging open. “But Liz, he is so cute. Why not give it a chance?”

I glance at Clark and Shrug, not sure how to answer the question. I can’t tell her that I’m interested in someone else, can I? Clark broke up with me. Didn’t he? So realistically, I could go out with anyone I please. “I’m not ready, that’s all.”

Watching the frown return to Clark’s face, I continue. “Besides, he’s not my type.”

And the little smirk is now back on his face. What the hell! I glare at him. He can’t have it both ways. He’s either with me or not. He walked out on me, so how can he have a problem with someone else asking me out? When the bell rings, I breathe a sigh of relief before quickly walking away from them, not once realising that though Pete had not said a word, he hadn’t missed either mine or Clark’s reactions to each other.

AN
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Chapter 17

Lunch time finally rolled around and I had no recollection of any of the classes I had attended that morning. Arriving at my locker, I place all of my books inside and debate whether I should go to the cafeteria or not. If there was one thing I really missed, it was the Crashdown subs…

Turning again, I stop dead as I see the headline on the new issue of the Torch.

Forest Devastation: Supernatural Phenomenon or High School Prank?

The picture shows the area where I had let loose with my powers the other day. My hand shaking, I slowly reach for a copy, praying that the article contained nothing that would come down on me. Skimming quickly, I see no mention of anything that could possibly draw attention to the Roswell aliens, and mainly a lot of speculation on how it could have happened. Spontaneous combustion? That’s a bit much… Breathing a sigh of relief, I make my way to the Torch. I think it’s time I spent some time there, particularly if Chloe was going to be printing articles like this. We definitely needed some damage control.

As I reach the office, I hear Chloe and Clark speaking. “Clark, I told you I was going to print the article.”

“Yes Chloe, but you don’t even know what it is or what happened. What if you are drawing attention where it’s not needed?” That’s it, you tell her…

“Clark, do you know something I don’t?”

“No Chloe, I’m just saying…”

“Anyway, enough of that… I found out through my impeccably reliable sources…”

“You mean the gossipmongers?” I hear Pete laugh at Clark’s response, and couldn’t help but grin.

“Whatever, Clark. As I was saying, I found out what happened between our illustrious Miss Parker and the gorgeous Mr. Granger this morning.”

Clark cleared his throat, and the tension in his voice was evident. “What happened?”

“Are you sure you want to hear this? I mean, according to you it is gossip.”

“Chloe.”

“Right, okay. Well, according to Amanda who was on the bus this morning. She and Thomas broke up remember, so she’s not getting a lift with him anymore…”

“Chloe!” The impatience was very clear.

“Right. Sorry. Anyway. Amanda was sitting across from Liz, when jock-boy sits down next to her. She said that she didn’t hear the whole conversation, but apparently Sam was getting very touch-feely with Liz…”

“What?!” Hearing the scrape of a chair, I peek around the doorway to see Clark pacing, his jaw was clenched once again, his nostrils flaring and he was continuously squeezing his hands into fists.

“Clark! What the hell is wrong with you?” Standing, she blocks his path.

“He can’t do things like that, Chloe. How dare he take advantage of her? I feel like ripping him to pieces.”

“Okay, Clark. You’re going to have to calm down otherwise I’m not going to tell you the rest of the story.”

Watching, I see him walk over to the window and intertwine his fingers behind his head, breathing slowly. Finally, you can almost see the tension dissipating from his body. Not moving from his position, he gives Chloe the go-ahead. “Okay, carry on. I’m fine.”

Chloe looks at him for a while longer before sharing a glance with Pete. “Alright, so Amanda saw him getting… friendly with Liz, right. At that point, Liz very definitely told him where to get off, told him no at least twice when he asked her out and then shoved him off the seat and onto the floor. Amanda said that she thinks that jock-boy banged his head on the floor or something, because he seemed completely out of it after that.”

Leaning back against the wall, I breathe a sigh of relief. I guess my secret is still that.

“You know what the weird thing is though? Christina told me…”

“I thought you spoke to Amanda?” Amazing how I could tell from here that his jaw was still clenched.

“And Christina, Clark. Pay attention. As I was saying, Christina told me that when Sam asked her out, he was still going out with Julie, and she said that she was very offended that he didn’t have the decency to break up with his girlfriend first before asking her out.”

“I told you he was a dog!”

“Clark.” Chloe was obviously exasperated.

“Sorry.” And Clark was anything but sorry…

“Anyway, she said that when she opened her mouth to tell him no, she couldn’t believe it when she said yes. She said that her exact words were that he was the man of her dreams and all she remembered was staring into his beautiful green eyes.”

What an asshole! So does he do that to all women? How? I need to talk to Clark about this…

“So, what? Hormones get the best of her?”

I hear Chloe laughing. “Yeah, probably.” A chair creaks, and I assume someone has sat down. “Anyway, come and see what I found out about Adam.”

Adam? Lana’s ex, Adam? Walking into the office, I see Chloe behind her computer and both Clark and Pete leaning over her.

“Hi guys.”

“Liz. What are you doing here?”

Okay, I can see when I’m not wanted… Obviously, Chloe treasured her space and didn’t want intruders… “I’m sorry to interrupt.” Turning away from her, I look at Clark. “I just wanted to speak with Clark for a minute.”

“Liz?” Walking quickly towards me, he places his hands on my shoulders and whispers. “Are you okay? Did Sam do anything to you?”

“I’m fine.” He looks unconvinced. “I promise. Nothing happened.” Nothing serious, at least…

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Don’t worry. I can handle guys like Sam Granger, okay?” Except that the ones with powers might be a problem…

His hands tighten on my shoulders. “You shouldn’t have to. I want you to promise me that if you have any more trouble with him, you will call me immediately.”

I wonder if he realises how unreasonable that sounds… “Clark, you can’t be around me all of the time. Besides, I’m not going to play the damsel in distress waiting for her hero to come and save her. I told you, there is going to be times when I’m going to have to save myself.”

“But Liz, it’s just that…”

“And on top of that, you are the one who broke up with me. There is no justifiable reason for you to be near me all the time.” I was so sure I wasn’t going to bring this up…

“What?!” It was practically a shout. “What are you talking about?” And his shock was genuine.

“Clark, you walked out on me, remember?” Did I get it wrong? He left me in the middle of our conversation… How else was I supposed to take it?

“Hold it. That’s not what I meant… I seriously meant that I needed time to think… It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.” His hands were now practically cutting off my circulation.

“Clark, do I even need to tell you that your statement is complete bullshit. If you are serious about this relationship, it can’t be only about you or only about me. It’s going to involve both of us. Do you understand?”

As he nods, I catch a glimpse of Chloe and Pete staring intently at us. I back away from Clark quickly, having completely forgotten that they were in the room. And looking at Clark and the frown on his face, I realise that he had as well. Trying to be discrete, I gesture toward Chloe and Pete and watch as the situation dawns on him. His frown disappears and he nods apologetically at me.

“Look, why don’t we talk after school, okay? Maybe you could meet me outside the library?” Seeing the hesitance, I find it hurts just as much as his running away from me and the insecurity sets in. Fighting to keep the hurt from showing, I walk backwards to the exit. “Or maybe not… How about you just give me a call when you have time for me, okay?”

“Wait, Liz.” Clark steps forward and holding my shoulders again, halts my progress. “It’s not that. I promised Chloe that I would help her with something after school – it has to do with one of her articles. I promise that I will give you a call as soon as I’m done with her.” He leans down and looks into my eyes. “I will definitely see you today. Alright?”

Seeing the plea in his eyes, I can’t help but soften. I nod at him. “But Clark, this time I want a full explanation, okay?”

His gaze not leaving mine, he nods. “I promise. And in the mean time, please try to stay away from Sam Granger or any other guy looking for trouble.”

“Clark…”

“Please. Just humour me, okay?” His eyes were pleading again, and I couldn’t hold up against the sight.

Is there anyone who can say no to this guy? “Fine.” The response was grudging…

“Thank you.” He kisses my forehead and gently caresses my arms before letting me go.

Behind him, Chloe’s mouth is hanging open and Pete’s eyebrow has risen. Unable to stop the grin I lift my hand in greeting, leaving Clark to deal with his friends. As I walk out, I hear Chloe start.

“Clark, what’s going on? How did you and Liz become so close? What does Lana think about all of this? Clark! Clark, answer me.”

Laughing, I hear my phone ring. Reaching for it, I continue walking down the hall., I reach for it as I head down the hall.
“Hello.”
Hello, Miss Parker.
“Hi, Sheriff.”
Are you alone now? Can we talk?
Walking down the hall, I don’t see Clark standing at the door of the Torch. “Sure Sheriff. I’m sorry. I meant to call you earlier, but things just got a bit hectic.”
It’s fine, Liz.
“So, what’s happening? Did this guy say where he was from?”
No, he didn’t. He spoke to me very briefly about you and asked where you used to go to school and who you used to hang out with.
“And what did you tell him?”
I told him nothing. I asked for ID but he couldn’t give me any – so he definitely wasn’t FBI. He might have been a private investigator. In any case, I think he went to the school, and someone mentioned that Pam Troy might have spoken to him before he was kicked off the grounds.
“That’s just great, and I wonder what lies she passed on to him. So, did he speak to the Pod Squad?” Reaching the doors, I open them and step outside into the sun.
I’m not sure. Do you know who he is?
“I don’t know him, personally. But I think I know who sent him.” Reaching an empty bench, I sit down and continue speaking. “Sheriff, do you think that you could get him out of Roswell before Michael finds out about any of this? You know how he is… And I’ll try to stop it from this end.”
How Liz?
“I don’t know, Sheriff. But I’ll have to try something. I’d rather he follow me, than bring any more unwanted attention to the guys there, especially with a baby on the way.”
Liz, are you in trouble of some kind?
“No, it’s not that. It’s more an over-protective, looking out for my brother type of situation.
And they suspect you of what, exactly?
“I don’t know, Sheriff.”
Does he know about you and your abilities?
“No, he doesn’t.”
Good, let’s keep it that way, okay?
Wincing involuntarily, I’m glad that he can’t see my face.
I’m going to try and get a hold of this guy and hopefully try and keep him away from your parents as well.
“Thanks. And sheriff, could you maybe discretely warn the guys to stay very far away from the Pod Chamber or from showing their powers or anything else? And could you do it without mentioning me at all. Just that there’s a stranger in town and you’re not sure about him?” Sighing into the phone, I speak again. “I’m aware that I’m asking a lot.”
No, Liz. It’s fine. I’ll do what I can… You’re like one of my own.
“Thanks, Sheriff.” Clearing my throat, I hesitantly ask. “Did he ask about the shooting at the Crash?”
No, he didn’t. But you know how this town is. It’s only a matter of time…
“I suppose. Although, the only ones who really pay attention to those kinds of stories are the fanatics.”
True, but any investigator worth his salt will dig to find out whatever he can.
“What if we throw him off his stride and bring up the story first? Maybe treat the whole thing like a joke. Oh Liz, yeah that was the girl who was shot at the Crashdown and was dying until an alien healed her. Will he think it ridiculous and leave it or will he think that it would warrant extra investigation?”
That would depend on what he is searching for, Liz. Besides, Max was captured by the FBI and that will definitely come up.
“Yes, but Sheriff. That was a case of mistaken identity. Max was ‘released’ and then ‘Pierce’ took over and closed that department down, so there should be no records left.”
It’s a big gamble, Liz.
“Well then Sheriff, the only thing I can think of is Tess’s mind-warping, but I’d really rather use that as a last resort… maybe, as a last desperate measure… considering there are some really bad feelings between me and the aliens.
Why is that, Liz?
Sighing, I don’t answer.
Does it have something to do with Kyle?
“Why do you ask? Is Kyle okay?”
He just seems more closed off than ever. Like he would really rather be somewhere else. Does that have something to do with you?
“I’m not sure, Sheriff. I don’t think so. But, if you are okay with it, you can send him here for a visit. He can stay at the Smallville Inn, perhaps for a weekend or something, and I’ll talk to him.”
I’ll think about it, and then talk to him, okay?
Sure, Sheriff.
Alright, Liz. Back to the matter at hand. I will try to get this guy out of town, but I don’t think that it’s a good idea for the aliens to walk into this situation blind, so I’m going to give Michael a head’s up. He is their protector.
“Okay, Sheriff. But could you ask him not to draw any attention to himself, just to stay under the radar?”
I’ll try.
Thanks Sheriff.

Sitting on the bench for a few more minutes, I hear the bell ring and watch as the bulk of the students make their way into the school. Leaning back, my eyes close as I soak up the warmth of the sun. I wonder how long it will take for Michael to give me a call… Probably as soon as the Sheriff tells him about the situation, so I suppose it will be a good idea to have as much information as possible before then… But, I’m really not sure whether to confront Lex or not… If I do, wouldn’t it seem as if I was giving the situation more attention than it was due? On the other hand, wasn’t it a really appalling invasion of my privacy? And wouldn’t I have the right to protest his sending someone to Roswell and possibly worrying my parents over nothing? Or am I really just over-thinking this whole situation? I wouldn’t even know how to get a hold of him. I didn’t have his number and unhappily for me, didn’t have a car to get to the mansion. The only person I would be able to ask would be Clark and I would have to answer questions first. And do I tell Clark about his ‘brother’ having me investigated?

At the thought of Clark, I feel the involuntary curve of my lips… I felt lighter just thinking about him. So, he hadn’t broken up with me… That’s great, but I certainly hope that he has a damn good explanation for putting me through hell… Although, what it could possibly be is beside me, considering it had everything to do with him…

Feeling the pain in my arm, I jerk and immediately open my eyes. “Ow.” Looking up, I see Sam Granger and beside him, a dark-haired guy I’d never seen before. Turning to Sam again, I ask. “What the hell is your problem?”

“What did you do to me, Liz?” He was glaring at me. Lifting his hand, he holds his head, sweat visibly running down his face.

Standing up, my knees feel wobbly and I quickly lean against the bench to remain upright. “I don’t…” Why was my tongue so thick…? I swallow. “I don’t … know what…”

“My head is pounding… I can’t make it stop.” Reaching out, he shakes me. Moving his face close to mine, our noses are practically touching. The pupils of his eyes are dilated and I can barely see the green, only black. “Why won’t it stop?”

I try to lift my hands, but unable to control them, I watch as my phone falls onto the grass…

“Answer me, dammit! What did you do to me?” He shakes me again, and I feel as if my head is about to fall off my shoulders…

“Sam, not here. Someone might hear.” The other guy tries to call him down.

I frown at Sam, blinking furiously. I can’t seem to focus on his face. “Wha… di…” It was a struggle to get the words out. “Di… yo…” Feeling him place his arm around my shoulders and half drag me toward the parking lot, I fight to keep my eyes open. My legs refuse to obey my commands and my body is becoming more and more limp. Oh God, what did Sam Granger do to me…?

Swallowing again, I try to speak. “Wher…” I can’t move my tongue… “Ta… ta…”

“Shut up, bitch!”

“Sam. Hurry up, man. I don’t want anybody to see us.”

“Just shut up, and drive.” Sam replies. “Here, help me get her in the back.” I feel myself being lifted and landing heavily on the bed of the truck, before a tarp covers me.

“How long until that thing wears off?” That was Sam.

“I don’t know, but let’s get the hell out of here, now.”

Oh shit! “Cla…” The sound under my breath was my final whisper before I lose the fight to stay conscious.

About 45 minutes later, the forgotten cell phone rings before finally being cut off. Another 15 minutes later, the phone rings again. And 5 minutes later, the phone rings one last time, before the person on the other side disconnects. If anyone had bothered to look at it, all they would have seen was the name Michael appearing across the screen.