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No Ordinary World, the cross over btwn the movie, The Truman Show, and Smallville, is almost done. Part 14 is the last and final post, and I will be working on that next.

Part 13 is now complete, enjoy!

no ordinary world

13


She hadn't gotten passed the nurses' station when the fluorescent lights flickered once, twice, and then burned out. All of them, and at the same time.

Chloe paused, a rambling actor bumping into her in the dark, "This is happening... this is really happening!"

"What's happening?" Chloe grabbed the shadow and asked, "Where are the generators?"

But she was bumped again, and was thrown into a medical cart.

Shoes squeaked frantically across the hall, Chloe regaining her balance and her orientation. Which way was it Lois' hospital room? she peered in the blackness, but did it really matter? Was any of this ever real?

Faintly, Chloe spied one of the exit doors, opened now with shadows of people flocking to it. They were all evacuating like the sudden power outage was a spur of some natural disaster.

And it was. Natural, no. But when Chloe passed the threshold and looked up into the sky as everyone else did, she knew.

It was still dark, it was still night. The many flecks of simulated starlight shining defiantly as another, larger star, invaded their spotlight.

It was a celestial contradiction of night and day never seen before on a real Earth. Or had Lex proven that this place, this world,  was unlike any other ever created.  The sun was caught in a cycle of cataclysmic, sublime, silent explosions. Star bursts of ghostly fingers spraying across in the sky. It was a sight more beautiful than she ever imagined. Their simulated star, dying, in front of them. All light on the earth was dead, and it left everyone to gaze up at the only thing that seemed alive.

It provoked a sense that they had suddenly transported to a different planet entirely.

It was happening, Chloe thought, feeling her heart in her chest.


Silent, except the murmurs between the crowd of actors on the street. Some had flashlights while others had the sheen reflection of the explosion in their wide eyes. The silence gradually fell to a low drumming... as if the thunder had finally awoken to its lost lightning.

Fat raindrops  crashed against Chloe's forehead, yet there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

This rain, was not rain. It was preventative measures. She looked down at the street gutters as water gushed from the pavement... It was water from industrial sprinkler heads.

The studio was on fire.

"What now?" she heard someone whisper, either to someone in the dark or across the radios. But there was no answer, no one knew. A malfunctioning power surge affected the town like a tidal wave, and now they were all dependent on the light of the stars and the moon.

The moon was still on the horizon, and hung there as if it were caught by surprise.  It's emotionless  face watched as its counterpart swirled in fiery display.

And the more Chloe watched the celestial spectacle, the more she realized that  it looked more like a falling meteor than a star. Bloated, and angry... unpredictable. Falling towards them.

Sheriff Adams appeared from the twilighted darkness, her hat absent from her head, "What now?" she said, with a airy dissonance that sent chills down Chloe's neck.

Yes, what now?

Streaks of her wet hair crested her eyes, but she could still see the cropping of the road that led from the hospital to the Kent house. With this sudden flood of water, the dirt road would turn into mud and then it would be impassable. She had to leave, now.

*

With only her headlights lighting the way, Chloe drove through the heavy rain, listening for any traffic over the radios. There was none, and she was certain the power outage had taken over Lex's radio tower too. But still, the eerie glow of the sun shone with a determination and source of its own. A churning, fire ball of energy in physical suspense. Waiting for...

She approached the crossing of the ravine, but was forced to stop. The bridge was inundated with swift water, the water management systems offline and inoperable. Without Lex's engineers monitoring the lands, the area was a playground for Murphy's Law. Everything designed in Smallville had been based off of the principle of 'picturesque,' and most of those designs nearly impossible to manage without constant oversight.

All of Smallville's pretty landscaping and waterways being erased. The narrow, steep rocky avenues, so the transplanted greenery. None of it was native to the flat lands the project was bred.

Chloe watched as the mud began to slide down the mountain side.

 The world Lionel Luthor had built, now turned upside down by his son.

She got out of her car and shielded her eyes from the rain. She thought she could climb her way across, that possibly--

She lost her footing, slipped. Water rushed passed.

She landed on her back, her face assaulted by the torrential rain. Her eyes shut, coughing. She covered her mouth.

But her eyes kept opening, she couldn't help it, she had to see it.

The sun, it was falling.

"Chloe!"

The voice grew stronger over the rain, and she heard heavy clonks of boots tromping through the water and mud. It was Clark, his jacket over his head, his truck's headlights back lighting him from across the bridge, "Chloe, are you alright?"

Before she could answer, he swept her up and brushed off her face. She barely had time to smile, to realize, that she was overjoyed to see him now. Not because she was stuck. Not because it was raining. And not even because she didn't know what was about to happen to them all. But, just, because.

"Clark..."

"C'mon, I'll carry you over, " he said, his hair wrapped around his face in thick strands. Easily, he gathered her legs and carried her across the swift water, abandoning her car on the other side of the bridge. She looked across at it from behind his shoulders just as the water swept it away.

Where her own legs and car wouldn't have made it across, Clark walked over the strong current effortlessly. And he didn't seem to notice either.

Clark placed her in the cab and ran over to the driver side and popped in, "I told my mom to stay inside the house... I'm glad I found you out here. I wasn't sure-- Do you think Lois is ok--"

"She's fine," Chloe shivered.

He looked over at  her. It was stronger than she expected it to be. He might have been calculating the risk of crossing the bridge again, or was he calculating the trust in her words? He looked as if he was reading her mind, or her soul. Clark looked at her with a confidence  that she wasn't sure he'd found anywhere else. He took her word, and reversed the truck.

Clark made no mention of the sun, even as his eyes caught it around the cab's visor several times. Chloe made no mention of it either, unsure what to say, or even if she should say anything at all. She instead watched him as he maneuvered the truck carefully long the pitted mud holes as competent as a man born to do so.

There was no way Clark could have understood what was happening, or why the sky was so strange. He didn't seem to be afraid, or curious at all. His demeanor was all so focused, and determined, like a marathon runner obsessed with a mythical finish line. Pressed against all corners, Clark was fighting, still reacting to the obstacles thrown at him by men who hide beneath titan sized props. If it wasn't social manipulations, then it was physical barriers, or elemental disasters. Now, it was the entire town falling apart. Chloe turned to watch the sun's fury from the rear cab window.

The sun was sinking lower, the lashes of fire whipping at the higher mountain line. A fine orange glow began to show behind the dark, jagged rocks.

Clark glanced at it too in his rear mirror, and adjusted it once or twice.

But he didn't say anything.

Had they pushed Clark to the point where he no longer questioned his enemies... or did he even know where to start?

"Now what," Chloe asked unexpectedly, the question fumbling from her lips even before she knew it. There was no subtext in her ear, no lines  cued from Lex. There was no one there in the truck cab except her and Clark.

There was no one else.

"I'm taking you back to the house, my mom is waiting there. I told her to wait," Clark said, eyes focused on the dark roads, "we have batteries and a gas generator in the barn... after I get you there safe, I'm going back for Lois."

The windshield wipers slapped away stubborn raindrops, swarming and obstructing their view. Clark kept driving and didn't stop, not once.

*

He drove her back to the farm, where the roads became nearly impassable. Rather than parking the truck, the tires simply quit in the mud.

The Kent property was strange in complete darkness. Chloe couldn't remember a time when the porch light was off, nor was there ever a cold feeling when she approached it.

But the power outage had affected it too, and the house was blacked out. Abandoned. Empty.

Cold.

She shivered, clothes soaked and her bones shaking. They sought shelter underneath the Kent's porch. Clark went inside the house and looked for his mother. His voice was that of a frightened boy, hiding underneath a grown man. When Martha didn't answer inside the house, and Clark came out, panicked.

"Clark," Chloe caught his arm as he ran out, "she's not here."

He looked at her, like a creature looking from out his cage... Behind him, the moon crested the black ridges of town.

It was a labyrinth, Clark's labyrinth. Both for his body, his abilities, and his mind. The walls were closing in. There was no one else but them now.

They were alone.

"Martha... isn't here." Chloe reiterated, in a way that suggested she wasn't anywhere. She saw the same look inside his eyes. He was reading her, again.

Clark's blue eyes shone like glass in a dark void. Crescents of translucent flesh so delicate, yet so powerful as they cleared into crystal with Chloe's words. Slowly, a light burned in them. Slowly, he understood.

"What's going on, Chloe?"

"Martha.. Lois... They're not real, none of this is real..." her words spilled from her mouth, and then it was too late... "The fires, your entire life! None of it is real, it's all a lie."

Beyond the shelter of the porch, rain continued to fall in frantic relays. Until then, Clark had made no reference to the strange fire in the sky. But it was then that he looked over his shoulder then, and back at her.

"That's not real?"

She stared at its face too. She was angry, angry like the fiery sun in the distance. Everything written on pieces of paper, erased, crumbled up, thrown away and then set on fire. And Lex was watching too. She wondered what it looked like, his entire world, burning? He would never see the world burning from her eyes, or from Clark's.

Clark's eyes.

Chloe frowned,  "Do you even know what's happening? Why all of this is happening?" she shouted at him, over the beating of the rain, and the storm in her chest.

Clark responded with nothing, his own body heaving with anticipation. In his hands, he held two flashlights he'd taken from the house, "Do you?"

She saw the mix of confusion, and suspicious in his eyes...

"You don't even know who you are..." she shook her head, and bit down a sob.  Not knowing what else to do, collapsed her arms around his bulky frame and drew herself into him. He locked her in, his large arms encompassing her waist and shoulders...

This was only the third time he had held her since...

She closed her eyes.

"No," she heard his voice through the deep resonation of his chest, "I don't know why any of this is happening... But I know that you and me are going to be ok. Alright? You're safe here at the house. You're safe here, with me."

She closed her eyes harder.

"Clark..." she said, lifting her head towards his, "you're not safe here. We're not," she caught her breath as he came closer to her, "I want you to know everything, before it's too late."

In his eyes, there was a deeper understanding, a creature realizing his purpose, his beginning and end. It was clarity. "I can hear your heartbeat," was all he said, but his chest against hers swelled like a great crescendo.

Chloe blinked, and wondered if he truly could. Had the radiation exploited him, and returned his mysterious abilities? The way he looked at her, confirmed it. Was that all he could think about right now? Her, and her... restless heart?

Chloe swallowed the dry, bitterness in her mouth, her eyes moistening, "I want you to know the truth... out of everything, out of all the lies..."

"C'mon," Clark interrupted her, and took her hand, "the generator's in the barn. I can get that started, then--"

"Clark, wait!" they both stopped in the driveway, raining continuing to pour, "you need to listen to me, please."

The sun's flames arced higher, while the body sank lower.

He couldn't help it anymore. Clark stopped in his tracks, feet sinking in mud.

They both stared at the sun, galloping down until there was one final crash into the murky blackness of the earth.

A blinding light shook the stage, and then a glow.

Chloe shielded her eyes, and when she reopened them, there was Clark, looking into them,

"I love you," he said, and without prompt. He said it like a man did on his last, thin, high wire. His voice was trembling, and she could not tell if it was from the cold rain or the fear of not knowing how all of this was going to end. She didn't know if he truly meant those words. She only knew he said them, before she had the chance.

"I love you, too," she said right after.

There was a moment between their confession, and the moment when she decided to kiss him. The wall of fire had spread across the horizon, and the Moon, lifting up in the distance.

Chloe walked across the mud and the rain towards Clark. When she placed her hands against his face, he bent down.

She kissed him, very carefully, weaving in every last stitch of her feelings for him in that kiss. She knew it wouldn't last, that they wouldn't last. But she knew it was important to make this known.

"Out of everything," Chloe whispered to his lips, "just believe that this is true."

Clark pressed his forehead against hers, and held her longer, "I always believed it."

She nodded, drops of rain sliding down her face, "Then don't ever give up. Promise me. Please."

"Ok," Clark nodded, "I promise."

They both smiled, but it didn't last.

The glow swelled higher, and Clark took her hand, "C'mon, we're leaving."

*

The truck broke down about 3 miles out of town.

Clark carried her the rest of the way, his pants caked with mud up to his thighs, but his legs never stopped kicking. He found that his legs worked faster in the mud than the truck, and it was strange, but he felt that he was getting faster with every mile.

Clark ran until the terrain prompted him to climb. Then he started climbing.

The slick, black rock challenging even in dry weather, Clark scaled the first wall with Chloe tailing behind.

He felt the a pang of discomfort when he touched the rocks, an eddying nausea in his stomach and head. His adrenaline kept him going, and her, Chloe behind him.

"Not much farther," Clark said, his eyes catching the hell waiting behind them.

All of Smallville was burning.

They couldn't go back from here.

He reached down with his arm, and Chloe grasped it and climbed.

She saw his veins, bulged and.. green. Clark's skin pale, and sickly. He gritted his teeth and forced  a smile through his eyes. His strength was waning.

"Clark, are you ok?"

"I'm fine.." He grabbed another hold of rock and stepped up, "Not much farther."

He tried not thinking about the pain. He tried not to vomit. Instead, Clark thought about what he was leaving behind. Chloe told him that everything he knew wasn't real. That his wife, Lois, was not real. That his mother, was not real. That what he felt, everything he ever built for himself, was gone. It was all burning behind him. And for everything that it was worth, he felt it was worth nothing. He didn't care.

He looked ahead of him, and searched for another stronghold to climb next.

He didn't care about any of that. He didn't care, and hadn't care for a long time. None of it was ever truly his. And if it wasn't real, then who made it?

"Clark!"

He looked down and saw that Chloe had slipped. He reached down for her and grabbed her arm, "You're ok. I got you."

This was real. This feeling, this pain. Seeing her hold onto him, trust him. That was real. He could hear it in her chest when he touched her hand. It was real.

Once she climbed up to him, they leaned against the mountain face and rested, "Clark, I don't know how much farther we can climb. It's too dangerous."

"I promised you I wouldn't quit," Clark wheezed, and then touched her cheek.

"There has to be a better way.."

He looked at her, then to the sky, "There is, but it's not ready yet... besides, I don't think I can fly in this weather."

She looked at him curiously, "What?"

Clark looked back at her, and then laughed.

Laughing made him wheeze, and then dizzy. He tried not thinking about the nausea, but it followed along his throat down into his chest, pumping more pain with every heart beat.

Behind him, buried meteor rock vibrated underneath its black exterior. His heart shook with equal intensity, but it wasn't in his control. He clutched his chest. Heart attack.

Chloe clung to him and sat him down, "We have to get you away from here."

His ears imploded with the sounds of his own body fighting against himself, her voice was muffled, and his own cries protested against her. He could barely see the crest of the open sky beyond the black mountains. He could almost see their freedom.

"Clark?" she spoke to him in muffled, fuzzy tones as he eventually passed out, "I'm going to get you out of here... Clark? Can you hear me? Clark..."

Rain splashed in his eyes, with darkness flooding in. The light of the blaze, he could barely feel it's heat on his cheek... But he thought he felt her on the other, her lips touching his so sweetly.

goal for the year

To finish these fics up before the ball drop on 2013. For those of yall keeping with me and my slow updates, bless you. And to FallingSky, I adore all the attention you drop on the feedback. It's amazing that you even remember the plot to these things... and I barely do aswell!

Still having fun with Chlark,

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part 2




Clark awoke, his lips puckered and ready for her. Disappointingly, all he got was the cold wet snout of a dog. 

"Shelby!" Clark wiped his mouth and jumped off the couch. 

Clark wiped his mouth again, spinning around when he heard the snortles of his mother's laughter.

"You must have been dreaming of something nice," Martha's eyes smiled, "I hadn't seen you smile like that in years. Even if you were unconscious."

"Smile?" Clark frowned.

"Yes, Clark. Smile. The opposite of what your doing now," Martha patted him on the back and then sat down on the little red sofa, "So, what were you dreaming about?"

Clark shrugged, thinking a moment. It vaguely felt like he was about to laugh, late to a joke, but he couldn't remember the punch line anymore.

"Oh, well," Martha sighed, "Well, it'll come back to you. Good dreams always do."

Clark shrugged again, and then moved to the window, closing it.

Martha picked up the newspapers from the chest-table,  "Anything in here new? The nations been hunkering down on this 'Metropolis Monster' story for weeks now."

"Not really," Clark replied from the window, "This monst... thing, kills non discriminatly, and doesn't leave much evidence. Or eye witnesses. It kills those too."

Martha frowned and read more of Clark's highlighted footnotes, "This is sounding more and more of one of those... what did Chloe call it, Wall of Weird?"

Clark turned.

"Yes," Martha eyes alighted, "I did read an article or two from the Torch. I was very proud of you back then. Both of you."

Clark looked at his mother for a moment, wondering if he should tell her Chloe was still alive. He hadn't told a soul since his encounter with Lois Lane at Queen Industries. He wasn't even sure if he could believe Lois. Half of him thought it might be wishful thinking. The other half, angry and confused that Chloe hadn't made a single effort to...

"Clark?" Martha said after a while of Clark's blank stare.

"The Wall of Weird was for things that were unexplained in Smallville," Clark remembered, "they were all nearly meteor related, but this thing is different. But I don't think it just kill in this area, or greater Metropolis. Outside jurisdictions are having trouble connecting the missing persons, but I believe this thing has a greater range. A large conspiracy..."

Martha smirked, "You're starting to sound a little like Lex Luthor."

Clark looked at her, but he didn't disagree, "Maybe he wasn't wrong."

The guilt melted her smile from her face, "Clark, that man was a driven into madness. He virtually isolated himself to the point of insanity, following some unproven prophecy."

"Maybe I am a lot like him, then."

"No Clark, you have many friends left in this world."

"It's hard to see them when they're not here."

Martha looked after her son.

Clark rubbed his chest, and downed another cup of coffee and antacid. Between the stress and chain coffee drinking, chest pain riddled his day and kept him up at night. Sometimes the pain felt worse than that, and nothing helped.

"Honey," Martha warned, "I'm going to start limiting your intake of caffeine. It's not good for your heart."

Clark grimaced, and sipped from his mug, "I'm fine." Besides that, the smell of coffee was intoxicating. And comforting. He couldn't explain it to her, but it was good for him.

"You need to take care of yourself. You're not, you anymore."

Clark grimaced more.

Martha motioned for  him to sit next to her. When he did, Martha tenderly felt his forehead with the softness of her hand. Clark's eyes were trained on the steel box his father had found a long time ago. It sheltered a piece of meteor rock, small, but potent enough to take Clark down. Or, used to. The box was splayed open now, with the dull, black exterior of rock laid open to see.

 "You know," Martha said, grabbing Clark's hand, "when you were gone... I wasn't sure you would ever come back. I didn't know if you were alive, Clark. I always hoped, that you were invincible. But this thing that's crept up on us... it really is, isn't it? Invincible?"

Clark focused his eyes hard on the rock in front of him, "Dad always said there was an answer to every problem...And I think mine is getting my powers back and confronting this, monster. "

Martha grabbed his hand harder.

"I have to."


"I know," she said sadly, but then Martha let go of his hand and picked up one of the papers on his table. It wasn't like the others, this one smaller, flexible and illustrated quite beautifully, "What's this?"

"Oh," Clark frowned and then explained that it was a Tarot card. The sixteenth in series, the Tower.

Martha asked where it was from, and when he explained that too, she was visibly upset, "Clark! You can't still be seeing that sorceress?"

"Zatanna's one of the few friends I have left. She helped me before," Clark explained, and then placed the card in his palm, "although I have a difficult time understanding her riddles... Celestial magic is not too different than any other power I've seen."

"What does it mean?" Martha looked on curiously.

"I'm not sure. The tower resembles some great truth toppled from a construction of lies... and brought out for all to see. A revelation."

Clark placed the card in his pocket and picked up his jacket.

"Where are you going?"
"To find my revelation."

*

Outside, and few hours later, Clark fished out the tarot card and held it against the Metropolis skyline in the distance.

The Tower.

It's illustration was straight forward, a large castle tower rising above the skyline, a bolt of lightning striking its peak and cracking it in half.

Out of all the rigid silhouettes of Metropolis, one building stood out like a sore thumb. Clark squinted his eye, placing the card over the outline of Lexcorp. Seamlessly, the two images became one.


*

"I'm actually surprised you're here," Tess Mercer removed her safety glasses and her lab coat, "I was beginning to think you didn't take my apology seriously."

Clark adjusted his glasses, "I've been busy following my own research, Ms. Mercer."

"I see," she made an attempt to smile, but her curiosity overthrew it all, "Can I be of service?"

Once he explained to her his request, Tess seated herself behind Lex's old desk, his glass and steel decor made into her own. There was a picture of herself, and Lex standing next to a sign Cadmus Labs. "You want access to Lex Luthor's vault?"

"Lex collected many souvenirs related to the meteor infected," Clark explained plainly.

"Yes, I know," Tess leaned forward, "We had to move Lex's toys into the 'attic'."

"The attic?"

"'Attic,' father's old mansion..." Tess shrugged, "either way, I needed that warehouse space for something more productive."

"But the Luthor mansion was bulldozed years ago."

"Along with Kawatche caves, his Porsche and everything else..."

Clark watched Tess intently, "The caves?"

"Yes, Clark. I know about the caves. And I know what you're looking for. But it isn't there. Those 'souvenirs" are nothing but scraps of metal, some over studied meteor rocks, and dusty books."

*

Lex's final wishes did indeed include the destruction of Lionel Luthor's mansion. The details however were secretive, and obscure. Lex had the structure torn down brick by brick, as if searching for some clue inside.

Tess had the building blocks relocated to the underground of an outside facility. It was low security and unimpressive. A sad place for Lex's most valuable possessions to be stored posthumously. But Clark didn't have room to complain, and he certainly didn't protest when Tess volunteered to be his personal tour guide.

He watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering why exactly she was so eager to help him at all. She was very open about herself, and seemed to have no secrets about her business. Which was what threw Clark off, since she'd inherited a Luthor business, and that wasn't based off seniority.

The way she smiled at Clark frequently was what closed the circle. She was reading him, possibly using him for bait. But, for what?

Tess led Clark to the entryway for a vault, climate controlled. The ceiling flickered with fluorescence, the steel walls a cave. Inside, it was like a hoarder's dream. Items scattered everywhere, nothing catalogued. It looked exactly how Tess described, 'toys in the attic'.

Tess walked Clark to the front door of the Luthor mansion, now partially torn down and a skeleton of its one time beauty. Where the rest of the house was, Clark didn't know. Only a few stained glass remained. He could partially see Lex's reflection in them.

Tess crossed the threshold first, but had very little room to move from there. The entryway was stacked with art, books, and boxes....

"Lex was a very great collector," Tess smiled, "other's would say 'hoarder' but that meaning changes once you're filthy rich."

Clark knelt down and picked up the book stacked ontop of one of many stacks. "'Advances in Satellite Communications and Cosmos, by Dr. Virgil Swann.'"

"Looks like a heavy read."

"I had the same book," Clark stated, turning the volume around. It was then that Clark realized he was looking at his own life, collections of his past interests. Of Lex's interests. He remembered, as if he had forgotten, that he and Lex were friends once. Their ideals not far off from one another.

"Did Lex every tell you his theory of the meteor showers?"

Clark looked up, pushed up his glasses, "Not in full detail."

Tess nodded, "Well it goes like this: One day a piece of meteor rock carried a small boy to Earth... a boy who would destroy the world."

Clark eyes raised from the text, but he said little. "Interesting."

"Well, that's it in a nutshell. It was all lore and myth to me. In fact, it's a common archetype with ancient literature. I'm more into statistical data, fact based research.  If you want to know my theory..."

Clark raised an eye brow.

"Lex was an unstable psychopath. His personal trauma after losing his infant brother scarred the rest of his life. He used to tell me he was searching for his other half.. convinced that his own father was plotting against him somehow. He believed, his brother was alive."

"Julian?"Clark barely recalled.

"No," Tess shook her head, "Lex's other brother. Adopted."

Clark did not remember Lex mentioning another brother, but then again, that was a long time ago.

"Yes, Davis was killed in a car accident. Anyway, between that a losing Julian, Lex lost touch with his father and the rest of the world. He always had this.. invulnerability complex. I guess nothing like death brings mortality to life."

Tess through a smile at Clark, but it didn't fit right.

"Working under him was interesting to say the least," she aimlessly picked up a book and then set it down, "but I managed to come through with a little more than what I came in with. I've steered this corporation onto a more solid foundation this last decade. We are a scientific busness model that deals with genetic mutation as a byproduct of radiation.  No different than previous, curable infections. You were cured, of course.  This problem we're dealing with now, the Metropolis Monster,  is stronger than others. Infections grow resistant against cures, its the law of survival. Even disease wants to live."

"And you can cure it?"

"Cure it.. kill it. Which ever comes first," Tess said, then added, "Our... previous strategy of eliminating meteor freaks proved unsuccessful. I'd like to think it was poor management, but... " Tess shrugged, in a form of weak apology, "the strategy is changed now. Of course we know now that curing the disease is far more profitable than exterminating the source."

Clark nodded, "It's about  money."

Tess smiled, "LexCorp, partnered with Cadmus Labs, does plenty of humanitarian work, too."

Clark watched as the woman carried on as if she were a representative of Red Cross. To her, it was no different. To her, the past dealings of imprisoning meteor infected was out of sight, out of mind. But Clark did not have a clear conscious either. He was the one who helped people like Lex, and Tess, put them in Belle Reeve. He couldn't forgot that either.

Clark travelled further into the array of objects, some small, others very large. Once they reached the corridor of the mansion, Tess received a phone call and skittered away around the corner. Clark took the opportunity to snoop deeper, and disappeared beyond where the courtyard of the Luthor mansion used to be. There were several more wooden crates that had never been opened, stacked like discarded boxes of thoughts. Forgotten.  He tried to picture one of the Luthor parties out on the same courtyard. It was difficult to imagine that it was nearly fifteen years ago.

Clark looked at the aged crates, thinking, that this was all that was left of Lex Luthor. Of him.

 He kneeled down to one, touched the wood grain with his hand. In the distance, he saw the Porsche.

But within the quiet of the skeletal mansion, and of Clark's thoughts, he wondered if he hadn't taken a similar path as Lex? Both spent their lives searching for the truth in their origins, for proof of somethings existence. Clark, for so long wanting his origin to be different, and Lex, finding his birthright from his father.. Had they become much different? Both alone, both obsessed with finding peace within themselves. Tortured, restless men who squandered with their destinies.

Clark's hands wrapped around the torn roof of the car. Clark tried to remember how his hands once pried open steel like paper. His powers had been gone for a long while.

The Porsche. That day, had changed everything.

"Destiny," Clark whispered,  tears growing behind his eyes, "who knew I would come to an old friend for help, Lex?" He brushed his eyes against his shoulder and looked at the serene stillness of the remains, "I wonder how things would have ended differently if I never gave up on you. We were brothers, once."

The cab of the Porsche sat quietly, Clark leaning over it, his head on top of his forearm, "I need help. And I don't have many friends left. This thing, this monster. No one can defeat it. Not Oliver, not....  any type of cure.

What if you were right, Lex? What if I  set this thing out on earth?... If I can't fix this..."

Bits of broken glass sparkled from the floorboard, Clark closed his eyes. His mind was exhausted and he refused the idea of turning to anyone else. This was the end of the road, Zatanna's mysterious calling card the last card on the table. He'd come full circle, his hands clasping the wreck that started so long ago.

He looked among the collection of life, all very familiar to him like walking into your childhood room. There were parts of airplanes, trains, buildings which Clark vaguely remembered. News paper articles, some framed, and some cracked open as if Lex had just read them in his study.

 In a way, Lex's insatiable mind was here. Speaking to him. Urging him.

Clark's  eyes settled on a dark object buried some tarps , too obtuse to be missed, but dull and low key to be neglected among the more extravagant collection.

Closer inspection showed it to be very large, atleast the size of a work van.

Its surface was dull, and dark.  He hesitated, his nerves recognizing the kryptonite before his eyes could. He stood a ways from it, his fingers itchy with phantom tremors. But, those were non existent too.

Clark reached out, and touched the surface.

Cold.

Cold to send chills up and down his body, but he couldn't let go. His flesh was pink, healthy. Untouched. Human.

This rock, the only alien part of him at that second.  He felt apart from it, like looking from outside his own body into a dream of an alternate world he once lived inside.

Clark leaned down, and inspected it further. His fingers tracing the same octagonal indention Chloe's had before. He hadn't known how close she was to finding the truth... but for some reason, he could feel her there too.

His hands moved slowly over the surface, the smooth undulations and pits to--

Clark jerked his hand away, the sudden jagged edge slicing his palm. Blood dripped down as he stared at the point which had cut him. The meteor rock was different there, angry, gnarly and fierce in its jagged pitch and peaks. He craned his body, seeing the full side that faced away from him. There were imprint marks, gnawed scars where something had scratched itself out. A part of Clark wondered if it was him who had gnawed out of this rock, becoming the human he was now. Blood seeped from his wound, and he reached for his chest as it began to ache.

*

"There you are," Tess exclaimed, as Clark joined her again in the corridor, "I was about to have security do a full sweep looking for you."


"Sorry," Clark pushed up his glasses, "I was just exploring."


"Right, well," Tess escorted him to the door, "I'm going to have this place double staffed. I found several locks broken. Someone has been filtering in and out, no doubt."

"Looters?" Clark asked mindlessly. He could only focus one thing right now, and it wasn't the potential for burglars.

"Probably," Tess shrugged, thinking nothing of it, "find anything worthwhile to your research, Mr. Kent?" then she noticed his hand, "What happened?"

"Cut myself." Clark stammered quickly, simply.

"I see that, nothing serious I hope?" Tess asked and then countered with, "Do you ever miss your meteor abilities?"


Clark tensed, still uncomfortable discussing the topic openly like most of the cured meteor infected did with the world. Even if it was out in the open, his secret of being different from the rest was kept closed. "Yes," was what he finally said after a long pause. He didn't care to say much more.

Tess nodded. "Well, even if some of the side affects of infection were, interesting, to say the least, the liability is just mind blowing. The world is safer now that we have infection under control."

Clark said nothing to that as well, but continued to grit his teeth, "There is one question... Lex acquired a collection of Dr. Swann's journals, once. They're missing from his collection now."


Tess nodded again, "some of the collection was sold, in private auction. If you want the particulars, you'll have to contact a rep in accounting."

Clark nodded, " I appreciate you helping me with this. I'm not sure why you are helping me, but I am grateful."

Tess smiled softly, "I'm not helping you Clark. You're helping me, of course."

"How's that?"

"Even after all your abilities gone... you still have one power that I don't. I understand the power of friendship, Clark. Even if I don't have many friends outside of the office, I know that its person favors that makes the world go 'round..."

Clark looked at her, "What do you want?"


*


Later on that night, Clark sat in his truck cab, a police scanner murmuring in the background. He contemplated Tess' proposition over a cup of coffee, the midnight traffic of Metropolis passing his side window. Clark rolled it down, condensation fogging his view of the city. This was the time of night when he thought of Chloe the most.

It wasn't sadness... it was something else.

Clark swallowed more of the hot liquid until it seared the inside of his mouth. He kinda liked the sensation now, the coffee sinking down into his chest and then his stomach, making him warm inside.

Everything else felt so cold in comparison. Even Tess' manipulations. They were similar to the touch of the meteor rock in his hand. If he had attempted to pick the green rock up before, it would have seared him. Not anymore.

He held a piece of it now in his palm. When it cut him, a part had broken off and found its way into his pocket. Clark studied it curiously, the sharp extrusions like obsidian.

He took another sip of coffee.

The scanner picked up traffic, PD dispatchers talking to units nearby. Unknown disturbance, several calls, possible overturned vehicle.

Clark hummed his truck to life, and turned his wheels to veer onto the street--

A speed bike cut Clark off at a high rate.  The rider was female, leather jacket and riding helmet, as far as Clark could tell. The passenger on the back, hugging close to her torso, was Jimmy Olsen. It didn't take Clark long to figure out who was driving.

"Lois." He revved up his truck's engine and ran the light. It was a frequent occasion that he ran into Lois and Jimmy these days. And it was frequent that his truck died before he could ever catch up with them on that damned bike.

Clark burned rubber, flying down the street. Only slightly louder than his truck's heavy humming, the police scanner screeched as police units ran hot towards the call. Being behind the action was also a side affect of being normal. Clark pulled in behind the flashing lights, the squad cars peeling away from his older, heavier truck.

But that was a good thing since the next intersection exploded with overturned cars.

Clark slammed on his brakes, hard.

He barely had time to avoid hitting Jimmy and Lois who skidded to the side. A wave of police vehicles swerved left, leaving Clark open on the right.

The monster, suddenly visible from the blackness of the night, jumped into the air and landed squarely on top of Clark's hood, pitting it to the ground.

Clark stumbled out of the cab and reeled back on his hands.

Police shot up the intersection, red and blue lights swirling all around. They opened fire.

Bullets bounced away like rubber balls...  And for a moment, the smallest of moments, Clark thought he was looking into his own reflection. These people feared it, and feared it greatly. The screams deafening even over the screaming of sirens.

But Clark awoke from his reflection, and realized that this beast, was not him. It's body was casted in rude, gnarled obstructions. Eyes bloodshot, and wrathful. His breath snorted out in deep, rancid puff when it stalked closer to him. And when it came close enough, Clark knew.

 From the corner of his eye, Jimmy snapped a flash photo. The flash drew the monster's attention for a brief moment, and then, longer.

"No!" Clark shouted suddenly, and fumbled with the meteor rock in his hand. He lifted it up in the air, but the scaly black mess turned towards him with no affect.

Clark grabbed his chest, the pain greater now. It was like his dream, the one where he was buried in the ground. He felt his mouth dry out with invisible sand.

The monster lurched towards him, drawn to him, more than anything else. Worse than that, the meteor rock angered it even more, slapping it from Clark's fist and grabbing him by his neck.

It's breath fogged Clark's glasses. It's growl, freezing his soul.

This was his nightmare.