Chapter 1

Living in a town like Smallville, you'd gotten used to reading about the weird and dangerous. You just never thought you'd be on the receiving end of it.

You could barely recall what happened.

Or how you ended up in someone's basement.

Next to you was a familiar face that seemed to jog your memory.

"Shit!"

Thankfully you hadn't been bound. Your assailant must have believed you would be out for a while.

"Clark, Hey Kent you gotta wake up! Wake up!!"

You were shaking him frantically. When he rolled over on his back, you noticed the cut that was prominent on his forehead. As well as the green rock at his side. You grabbed the stone, chugging it in a random direction.

"Stupid rock!"

It's the reason you were both in this situation in the first place. Pulling your shirt sleeve down, you did your best to rub some of the blood from his wound. The situation wasn't looking too good right about now. You brushed his forehead a couple times and to your surprise he began to stir. When his eyes shot open and his body jolted upright you almost fell back.

"T-Take it easy you're hurt we need to get you.."

Your words trailed off, because when he stood up, you could see the wound on his head. You'd managed to clear a decent amount of the blood. So when a golden spark ignited on his face and the wound seemed to heal itself, you briefly contemplated that you were delirious. You slowly rose to your feet, taking some much needed steps back.

Clark looked a bit more guarded.

"You're one of them.."

Clark shook his head, taking a step forward and you backed up. He stopped, raising his hands.

"Listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Right now we need to get out of here before Kyle gets back."

That's right. Kyle.

The fire wielding maniac who'd grabbed the both of you from the school. It was just bad timing on your part. You'd been doing some extra credit when you caught him trying to set a classroom on fire with Clark in it. You weren't even surprised when you saw him holding one of those tainted meteors. It explained where his powers came from.

Right about now you weren't sure who to trust.

Clark who had just self healed or Kyle who no doubt would burn you both alive if he had the chance.

"I need you to trust me."

You didn't really have much of a choice. It's clear that Clark is a victim too. As it stood he might be the only way you make it out of here.

"O-Okay.."

You weren't still a bit hesitant. But you moved closer, holding out your hand as a show of good faith.

"I trust you."

That's all he needed to hear. He sent you a small smile, giving you a firm shake.

"Hold on."

You're a bit puzzled by the statement.

"Hold on to wha-"

You squealed when he picked you up as if you were weightless. Your hands scrambled to steady themselves on his broad shoulders and you just stared as he gave a reassuring smile. When you felt the rush of wind, you practically screamed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

The second your bodies finally stopped moving, your eyes were still clenched shut.

"We're safe."

Opening your eyes hesitantly, he was right. You were both right at the police station.

Your eyes connected to his with wonder, and Clark seemed a bit taken in the moment.

"Clark!!"

The call broke the moment, and when you looked over, his parents were running towards him with the Sheriff. He finally placed you on your feet. You released slowly and Clark gave you one last look before he moved over to explain the situation.

It took maybe an hour for the police to find and subdue Kyle Sherman. Possibly with some help of course. Apparently he was found unconscious and taped to a pole on the school grounds. You didn't have to wonder what happened because you had no doubt Clark was probably involved. He'd healed himself and ran a few miles in seconds.

Who knew what else he was packing.

After constant questioning from the cops and a trip to the hospital, you were finally being released.

Your older brother had raced over the moment he got the news and he hadn't left your side since he met you at the police station. He was worried sick, and you couldn't exactly blame him. There was still so much that really didn't make sense. You were however glad that Kyle wasn't still out there setting things aflame. You still couldn't wrap your head around how drastically he'd changed when he got those powers.

He was just so normal. Then one break up and a missed scholarship and he'd started attacking friends and your institution.

It was scary to think about.

"Are you okay?"

You nod at your brother with a weak smile as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm just glad it all worked out."

There's a lot you can't truly share. It's obvious that no one knows about Clark. Otherwise you doubt they would be that chill. Especially given their reaction to Kyle who only had one ability.

As you're exiting the building, you notice the familiar blue and red attire of a certain Kent. Your steps slow down and your brother notices. His gaze follows your own, and he sees the exchange.

"Do you need a minute?"

He's about to walk away, but you grip his arm, shaking your head.

"N-No! I j-just want to go home."

You drop your head low, and your brother nods in understanding. He sends Clark an apologetic smile as you both move past him. You don't look up. So you don't see his hurt expression. But you can feel it. The weight of your fear, rejection. It's definitely not easy for him to swallow. So he just watches as you walk away.

~

Three weeks and life returns to a state of normalcy.

As normal as it can get in Smallville that is.

You haven't spoken to Clark since that day.

The guilt is present.

He saved your life and your way of repaying him was avoidance.

"I'm a coward."

You already know that, still were you truly wrong?

For all you knew the guy could be an alien.

You scratched your head as you gathered your books, distracted. Closing your locker, you exhale softly. You're about to take a step but you notice someone ahead and you take a step back to apologize for the near collision. Your eyes lift and you notice those blue eyes. Clutching your books a bit tighter, you freeze.

You should say something.

Possibly an apology.

But the fear of that day creeps up, and you can't get any words out. Clark takes notice of your struggles and he moves back.

"I didn't mean to scare you." His face changes to a neutral expression. Like he's guarding himself.

"I won't approach you again, I promise."

You swallow. Because that's what you wanted. It must have been. You've been avoiding him like the plague.

It's pathetic.

You feel absolutely pathetic.

Before you can stop them, the tears begin to flow. Clark's expression morphed into a much softer one when he sees the droplets that run down your cheeks.

"I'm terrified..t-this is terrifying.."

You can't pretend that you aren't scared. Clark understands. It was stupid to just expect you to accept all of this. You were taken by an unhinged teen who possessed unnatural abilities just like him. Your fear is completely rational.

"I'm sorry.."

It's a shaky sob and you drop your books, lifting your hands to your face.

"I-I'm so sorry!!"

You cry.

It's stupid to make a scene right in the middle of the hallway. But you don't care. You've been so scared. Being kidnapped, witnessing abilities you couldn't comprehend and then shameful running from the guy who's the main reason you're alive.

Clark understands.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He asks softly.

You can't speak, so you just nod. Before he can make a move you run into his arms. He's startled by the action, but his hands slowly lower, and he returns the embrace.

It's clear this is what you both needed.

Somehow, it feels like everything will be okay.