Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. Shocking, huh?

This isn't a complete rewrite with Kara in Clark's place. Some things are different simply because I didn't wanna just flat-out copy. It's only a One-Shot, though there is a possibility that it could turn into a series. I guess it depends on if people like it. We shall see. At any rate, read and review, hopefully enjoy. Be honest, if it's trash then let me know. I'm a 25 year old guy, so the chances of me writing a decent 16 year old girl are slim to nim.

SMALLVILLE: KARA KENT

Once upon a time, some fifteen years ago, an event occured. It was a something that proved unrealistic, yet dreadfully realistic. A meteor shower rained down. It all touched down in a little known place by the name of Smallville, Kansas. Of course, after the fact, Smallville wasn't so little known anymore. It became known the world over, multiple tourist attractions came, a theme park, the whole nine yards. The population grew, the local economy was ripe and growing with each new day. Sadly, some years later, it all quieted down. There was never another meteor shower again in Smallville. Stocks dropped, interest sunk right along with them, the population slimmed, business suffered. The only anything big that remained in Smallville even after interest died out, was a LutherCorp factory. But, not all was lost. You see, that day of the meteor shower, a miracle happened...

Martha and Jonathan Kent, the loves of each other's lives. They owned a farm, had so for years. They lived together, married, in love, happy. But, there was always something dragging them down from time to time. That was the sheer and tragic fact that Martha was unable to become pregnant. It was a wound that cut her deep, leaving her in tears on many ocassion over the years. Jonathan assured her numerous times that it was alright and not her fault. She accepted his kind words but couldn't shake an empty feeling.

Then came that fateful day fifteen years ago. The meteor shower, rocks falling from the sky, trails of pretty green light tailing behind. The Kents hid in their basement, peeking through a small window, half-scared yet half-thrilled by this display. Was it the end of the world? Probably not. Would it change the world, like in so many movies the couple had watched over the years? Who knew? The two prayed that their poor old farmhouse wouldn't take too much damage. It was all they had, they couldn't afford another home or to even move. The shower lingered on like a storm that just wouldn't leave. The corn field was utterly destroyed, some rocks landed dangerously close to the house. One even hit the ground not four feet away from the window, kicking up mounds of dirt upon impact, blocking the glass.

Ten minutes passed, all became quiet outside. With the dirt piled up in front of the window, Jonathan was unable to see a thing outside. He decided to take a chance. Cautiously, Jonathan exited the basement through the hatchway, Martha right behind him, quivering like a leaf in the wind. Truth be told, her husband was just a bit shaky too. The sun was shining bright, birds were freely flying through the sky, not a cloud in sight. If you kept your gaze locked on the sky, you'd presume it was just a stereotypical Saturday afternoon in Smallville. But, look down... and... well... different story. The meteors did a number on the crops. Maybe not everything was lost but a high percentage had been decimated. Jonathan surveyed the damage, slowly walking around, stepping carefully over and around these space rocks. Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable, Jonathan thought to himself as Martha decided on performing her own little search.

"JONATHAN!"

He ran to where her voice was, finding her out back, standing in front of something that was bellowing a substantial amount of black smoke into the air. "What is... oh my god." . What was it? It looked like... but it couldn't of been. It, for whatever reason, reminded Jonathan and Martha of a tiny spaceship, like something out of a science-fiction movie. Grey, metallic, appeared awfully heavy. You could literally feel the heat eminating of of the vessel. Emergency vehicles roaring down the highway, screaming sirens startled the Kents in that moment but did not steal their attention away. This thing... this spaceship... was there someone inside? Or maybe a more correct assumption would be... something. Both of them were fearful, their imaginations creating green creatures with gnarly teeth, red eyes, the whole nine yards.

A noise! It sounded like something opening up. A hatch of some sort opened up, revealing a comfortably sleeping little girl wrapped in a blue and red blanket. The Kents' jaws dropped, Martha's eyes welled up with tears. She bent down to pick up the child, Jonathan held her back calmly, "Be careful."

Taking her husband's advice, Martha carefully leaned in and took gentle hold of the child. She cradled it in her arms. The little girl couldn't of been any older than one year of age. She was beautiful, an absolute angel. A darling little gift from Heaven, Martha thought. Momentarily, the child's eyes opened, revealing a rather elegant color of green. Tears of joy slipped down Martha's cheeks. Jonathan couldn't hold his back, witnessing his wife becoming so genuinely joyful was an ease on his heart.

"Kara." Martha said, the baby cooing and giggling playfully while gazing into her eyes. Martha couldn't look away, neither could Jonathan, who was now hugging his wife, "Her name should be Kara."

Fifteen years later...

"KARA! IT'S NOW OR NEVER, TIME TO WAKE UP FOR SCHOOL!"

Kara Kent could hear her mother's angered yet calmly voice shouting from downstairs. But, the sixteen year old sophomore was far too sleepy. With her covers shrouding her from invading morning sunlight, Kara was intent on sleeping until at least eleven. The 'rents wouldn't mind, they were nice peaceful farmers after all. For the briefest of moments, the plan seemed to be working to perfection. She had immense faith in her parents leaving her be, allowing her to slumber peacefully. That was until her father knocked on the door and entered the bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed...

"You know the drill, honey."

She grumbled from under the covers, her head buried beneath an extremely comfortable pillow, "Five more minutes?"

Jonathan chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Right. Last time I let you have five more minutes, it turned into five more hours. Nevermind the scolding I got from your mother. C'mon..." he pattered her on the back, through her fluffy red comforter, "Bacon and homemade waffles on the table, school in thirty minutes." . He exited the room, not shutting the door behind him.

Kara hated it when they didn't show the door behind them. Like a turtle peeking his head out of the shell, Kara slipped her head out from under the bedding, revealing a very beautiful face with long blonde hair, flawless skin and pretty green eyes. Although, the hair was a touch disheveled, eyes a tiny bit bloodshot, and her flawless skin was still attractive but not quite as flawless. Her eyes blinked repeatedly while a yawn moved past her mouth, reminding her of exhaustion. It wasn't a joke or hoax to get out of school. Kara Kent was honest to goodness exhausted. But, why? That was the hundred dollar question of the day.

Downstairs, breakfast was spread out across the kitchen table. Jonathan was scanning the morning newspaper for interesting stories, Martha wasn't in a cheerful morning mood. All last week and now this week, Kara was refusing to awaken for school on time. It was becoming worse as these days went on. The past three mornings, the teenager had been late to school. Three in a row, and without a proper excuse other than... "I've just been really really tired."

"What's that?" Jonathan peeked up from his paper, glancing towards his wife.

"Hmm?" Martha wasn't following, until she realized she must of just thought out loud, "Oh, sorry." . She sat back in her chair, "Just thinking out-loud."

"Thinking or worrying?"

She smiled, "You know me too well."

He returned the gesture and folded the paper, setting it down on the table, "What are you worrying about, specifically?"

"Do you think we should tell her?" Martha whispered, leaning towards the table, "I know that i've been against the idea. But now, with how she's been acting lately..."

"I've been thinking about the very same thing, myself." Jonathan admitted through whispers.

Martha just didn't know what to do. For years, the Kents secretly struggled with confessing to Kara that she was adopted. Well, not adopted in the general sense. How do you tell a sixteen year old girl, or anyone for that matter, that they were found in a tiny spaceship that crash landed into earth during a meteor shower? Kara was an alien, a fact only known by the Kents. They had lied to everyone, claiming they had happened upon her during the meteor shower. Details were kept sketchy for obvious reasons. If someone knew... if someone found at that their darling Kara was from outer-space... Oh god, Martha shuddered to even briefly ponder such an idea. What's worse, what if Kara found out? For all intents and purposes, the girl had never been the wiser. She had always believed she was the birth-daughter of Martha and Jonathan Kent. She never appeared to have the slightest idea or hunch of anything different. At least, the Kents didn't think she did.

The two decided it best to not converse over such matters when there was a chance of Kara overhearing. As luck would have it, this turned out to be a good idea. Though, not because of Kara. It was because of a few soft knocks at the front door. Martha and Jonathan already knew who it was. Martha went over and answered the door with a smile, "Lana..."

Lana Lang, longtime friend to Kara. Lana lived a few miles down the road from the Kent farm. Always had since the time she was born... brought home from the hospital. Sadly, Lana's mother and father were killed in the meteor shower that blessed the Kents with Kara. Ever since, she lived with her aunt Nell. Due to the tragedy, Lana posessed an inherited sadness, though she wore a pretty smile daily...

"Hi, Mrs. Kent. Is Kara ready?"

Martha winced just a tiny bit, "You mean Sleeping Beauty?" . They shared a brief laugh, "I'm sorry, she overslept again."

"Again?" Lana's eyebrows raised slightly, "Mrs. Kent, you or Mr. Kent would tell me if something was wrong with Kara, right? I mean... i'd hope that she would tell me herself. We've been best friends for so long... known each since forever."

"You'd be the first, Lana." Jonathan mentioned while walking by, on his way out the door. He had work to finish on the farm this morning, "Hi and bye."

Lana appeared a touch upset, "Is... I mean... is Kara angry with me for some reason? Did I do something wrong and just didn't realize? If I did, i'm sorry."

Martha smiled faintly, Lana had always been such a sweet girl and Kara's best friend. The two girls had always gotten along like two peas in a pod. For the longest of times, Kara had been Lana's support through the years, giving her a shoulder to cry on, lifting her spirits with a silly joke. In short, they were best friends. Though, lately, Kara seemed distant but Martha didn't believe it was personal by any means. It was obvious to everyone that Kara was going through something that she wasn't admitting. It couldn't just be exhaustion by itself, something had to be causing it to occur on a now daily basis.

Lana sighed softly, "Well, I should go. My aunt is waiting for me. Tell Kara that i'll see her at school. Bye, Mrs. Kent."

"Bye, Lana. I'll pass along the message. And don't worry, I think Kara just hasn't been feeling good lately. I doubt she would be mad at you."

Upstairs, dressed in blue jeans, tennis shoes and a red hoodie, Kara sat indian-style on her bedroom floor, fingering through pictures of her and her friends, soft tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. She wasn't sobbing but she was faintly crying. Everything was such a mess. She didn't feel right lately. It wasn't like she was sick, though. Something else... something that she just couldn't put her finger on. It kinda felt like she was changing somehow. Wierd, huh? A sixteen year old girl changing, and it wasn't to do with hormones or anything like that. She just... something was off. The reason she was so exhausted in the daytime was because of a drastic loss of sleep and rest during the night hours. Insomnia had settled inside her, depriving Kara of the rest she needed to rejuvenate herself for a brand new day.

She had began hearing better, feeling stronger, not to mention faster in Phys Ed. Not to mention her sight acting up on ocassion. Now, these were all things that were good, that most people would probably enjoy or determine to be accomplishments. But not Kara Kent, simply because it didn't feel natural. There was no reason she should be so strong or fast, and the hearing talent was something she hated. It mostly bothered her at night when everything was at its most quiet. She could sometimes hear little animals or birds out on the farm, and it would seem as though they were right in her head. During the day hours, the hearing wasn't as bad, she didn't know why. She couldn't explain it. She wasn't a fan of these changes, they made her feel different... not like herself anymore.

And there was also a nagging feeling plagueing her, showing up in her dreams. Lately, she didn't feel like she belonged with her mother and father. Actually, not even in Smallville. It was the strangest feeling, it was like she was meant to be somewhere else.

Kara sniffled and glanced up at her bedroom clock hanging on the wall, 7:25am. School would be starting in exactly ten minutes, there'd be no way she could make it on time without being tardy. Kara didn't want to go to school, she didn't want to face her few friends. No, she wanted to slip right back into bed and sleep the day away, briefly forgetting her problems, fears and worries. Who was she kidding? There was absolutely no chance that her mother would let her just skip school to slumber. Ah slumber, what a beautiful word.

Knocks at the door, "Kara Kent, let's go."

Following a deep breath, a nose-blow and a clean sweep of the tears, Kara composed herself and opened her bedroom door, seeing her mom with a none-too-pleased expression upon her face. "Ok, i'm sorry. I'm going."

Martha crossed her arms, "Don't apologize to me, Kara. Apologize to Lana."

"Lana?" Kara wondered, "What for?"

"She's under the impression that you're mad at her. Please tell me you haven't been giving her the cold shoulder."

Kara sighed, "I'm not mad at her, i'm not mad at anyone."

"Then what's bothering you? I want to know what's wrong with my daughter!"

"I'm just tired, Ma. It's nothing to get worked up about." Kara moved past her mother and down the stairs.

Martha followed, "Do not walk away from me when i'm talking to you. Nomore skirting around the problem, I want you and I to have a heart-to-heart conversation."

Kara smirked, "Alright, fine, whatever it takes to get me out of school is fine by me."

A fire lit inside Martha, "The sarcasm stops here, young lady! I want our conversation to be level-headed and honest. I know damn well that there is something bothering you and I want to know what it is."

"Why!?" Kara retaliated, not realizing that she was almost admitting that there was a problem, "If something is bothering me... then it's my problem, not yours! It's bothering me! Not you! Me, Ma! It's my problem!" . The tears were threatening to escape but Kara kept them at bay.

Martha wasn't mad, how could she be when it was obvious her baby was enduring a problem of some sort that bothered her this badly, "Do you hear yourself, sweetheart? You just admitted that there is a problem." . She took a few cautious steps towards her daughter, Kara took a few preventive steps away, "Kara, I love you. You'll never know how much. I don't want you to feel like this. Let me in... we'll figure it out together. You don't have to feel alo..."

"I DON'T FEEL ALONE! I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS! I'M JUST TIRED. WHY CAN'T ANYONE UNDERSTAND THAT!?" . She made a break for the door, "I'm going to school! Bye!" and the door slammed behind her.

In moments, from the back door, Jonathan entered, boots covered in chunks of dirt, "I heard yelling..."

Martha stared at the front door, she couldn't look away, her eyes were glued to it. Her head shook softly and slowly, side-to-side. In a gentle yet sad voice, she spoke, "I'm losing my daughter, Jonathan. I'd give anything I have to be inside her head, figure out what's wrong."

Jonathan draped a strong arm around his wife's shoulders, "She'll be alright. We'll all be." . Then he kissed her gently atop her forehead, "Shes knows you love her. And you know she loves you. That's all that matters."

Smallville High School...

"Earth to Kara? Is the transmission clear?"

Study Hall, final period of the day. Chloe Sullivan, Smallville High's resident reporter. Kara glanced up from her notes, her eyes a mix of sadness and exhaustion. Maybe she wasn't that sad, per se, just upset over recent events taking place. She eventually made it to school, roughly an hour late which did not go over well with the staff. She avoided Lana completely, opting to dodge anymore uncomfortable situations. But then Chloe had to enter the library and sit next to Kara.

Chloe Sullivan hadn't resided in Smallville for as long as Kara and Lana. Therefore, Chloe and Kara weren't quite as tight with each other. In truth, Chloe put forth far more work into the friendship. But, that didn't mean that Kara didn't care for the reporter. They were friends and did get along quite well at times. Though, there were other times when Chloe felt more like second-fiddle to Lana Lang. Maybe it was that Kara and Lana grew up together, but sometimes Chloe didn't feel like she could fit in. Oh god, why couldn't this be one of those times?

"Kara? Hellooooooooo? Calling all Kara Kents, calling all..."

"What, Chloe!?" it was nothing personal, Kara just wasn't in a good mood.

Chloe restrained her sillyness, "Wow, sorry. Maybe this isn't a good time."

Kara closed her eyes for a second and took deep breath, there was no need for being short with Chloe, "Sorry, it's just... I might of gotten up on the wrong side of bed this morning. What's up?"

Chloe smiled, cheerful as always, "Principal Gough gave us clearance to hire one more reporter for The Torch. Hint hint, nudge nudge."

"Me?" Kara responed, surprised and just a touch confused, "A reporter? I wouldn't know the first thing about..."

"Dude," Chloe took a liking to calling Kara 'dude', "It's a school paper, not the Daily Planet. So, you in?"

"I'm not too sure I can handle anymore on my plate right now."

"Anymore?" Chloe couldn't believe her ears, "You're not sporting any extra creds, you're not involved in anything athletic, you don't have a job. Nevermind that almost everytime I call you, you're in your room. Kara, is there something going on that you're not talking about?"

Kara looked the other way, "No, definetly not. I've just been over-tired lately. I don't know why. Anyways, school's done in five minutes, i'm getting an early start. Talk to you later." . And she grabbed her things and left the library just like that. Now, Chloe Sullivan was no expert on human relations or whatever it's called, but her reporter instincts were flashing red in relation to Kara Kent. Questions are, what's wrong and why so secretive?

Elsewhere in Smallville...

Business, business, business. The only thing that comes before business is nothing. At least not for Lex Luthor, heir to father Lionel Luthor's LutherCorp. Although, Lex was in charge of the small factory residing in the even smaller Smallville. Lex loathed Smallville, a trait he shared with his father. Lionel lived in Metropolis, arranged for Lex to relocate to Smallville when he became old enough. Alexander Luthor, yet another someone who's life altered its course the day of the meteor shower. Young Alexander was a mere five years old when it happened, the rocks raining down from Heaven. He was in the driveway, riding up and down the pavement when the meteors fell. He remembered that day so clearly... so crystal clear. He could still feel the pain of the rocks hitting him, of the overwhelming burning sensation filling his insides like acid. To this day, he can still picture his parents' faces as if they were now in front of him. Shocked, stunned, exasberated. They had spent most of the time embroiled in a heated arguement, one of many. They didn't know that Lex had been outside the entire duration of the meteor shower until it was too late. His clothes were tattered, mere shreds of what once was. Green smoke and mist rose up from his skin like steam. His otherwise beautiful head of hair had been erased, utterly annihilated.

But, that's not a day that Lex Luthor cares to reminisce over often. Besides, far more important matters lay ahead of the young man. One of thise involving the phone conversation he was currently engaged in while perhaps driving a bit too fast, "Look, I don't really care what excuse he has. LutherCorp was promised a meeting with Wayne Enterprises. You tell that Boy Billionaire that he isn't the only kid who inherited a candy factory." . He paused while the person on the other end of the call rolled through an explanation, "What? Bull! I was promised a meeting with Bruce Wayne, I refuse to do any future business with Wayne Enterprises until I personally speak to him... in perso... JESUS!"

While approaching a bridge, Lex narrowly swerved away from hitting a car that had slowed down. Lex closed his phone, effectively turning it off, while swiveling his head backward and yelling out the window, "BRAKE LIGHTS WOULD BE WONDERFUL." . He grumbled under his breath and turned back around, just in time to see a young blonde girl in a red hoodie crossing the road without even looking. His eyes widened in fear and he slammed on the brakes, nearly putting his foot right through the flooring of the vehicle. He turned the wheel sharply, he was whiplashed and his skull smacked against the driver's side window, promptly knocking him out unconscious.

Kara froze in fear, the speeding car now skidding sideways towards her. There was no time to move even if she could. Instinctively, Kara braced herself for her moment of death, cursing herself for fighting with her ma earlier. BAM! CRASH! Kara was knocked back very roughly! The car changed its trajectory somehow and launched off of the bridge, splashing into the cold water below. Kara layed motionless on the ground, sprawled out, eyes closed. In a sharp flash, she gasped a breath of oxygen and sat up quickly and straight. Shock painted her face, what had just happened? Was it real? Had that car really hit her and she lived? Panicking, Kara felt her arms, waist, head, neck then legs. Everything was one hundred percent. In fact, she felt no pain at all.

She rolled onto her knees and spotted a broken section of the bridge. That car must of drove right off the side, into that water! She scrambled to her feet and ran to the side, peering over the edge, There was no way the driver of that vehicle could survive down there. If they were even still alive, actually. If only someone could save them somehow! Wait... more strength, more speed... no. Could she do it? Nah, no way. But, what if she could? What if Kara could somehow save the driver? Nomore thinking about it, if she survived being hit by a car, maybe she could survive a nasty drop into the water. Kara jumped... throwing caution to the wind. Almost in slow-motion, she freefell into the water with a splash.

Luckily, she had always been a good swimmer. She spotted the location of the car and swam down, her face turning colors as she dove down deeper. Luckily it wasn't too deep. When she arrived, she discovered the driver unconscious and his head bleeding. She couldn't get in, the vehicle had landed upside-down. Adrenaline and instincts took over, controlling Kara Kent. She gritted her teeth, bubbles of oxygen escaping, and used all her might to push the car onto its side, where it dropped rightside-up and she could enter. She ripped the door off its hinges, grabbed the driver and swam up to the surface as quickly as humanly possible. Along the way, hoping and praying that he would survive.

Kara reached the surface and pulled him on land with ease. It was far from a nice beach or even a pleasant spot where you would fish, but it was decent enough. Hopefully he wouldn't mind dirtying his suit. Kara mentally poked herself for thinking such nonsense. CPR, CPR. Did she know it? Yes, her father teached her it the day she learned how to swim. Kara performed the life-saving technique, again praying for positive results. Nothing doing at first, the guy was still unconscious and not breathing a single breath. Her head shook, why did she do this? Why did she try to save someone's life? Why couldn't she have just left it to the professionals? But, there was nobody in sight, no emt's or paramedics, though sirens were roaring in the distance. This man wouldn't last much longer without receiving any oxygen. He might already have sustained irreversible damage. She had to try! She couldn't just give up. After all, it was her fault this accident happened in the first place, right? If only she hadn't been wandering around in a daze... lost in her problems.

Kara pushed on his chest, breathed for him. Still nothing! She refused to give up. She continued, pressed harder, took deeper breathes, determined to bring him back to life. It took two more times until success has been achieved. The guy coughed up copious amounts of water and awakened, vomiting. Through thinned eyes and blurred vision, blood-loss becoming the new problem, he saw the silhoutte of a female kneeling over him. Before passing out, he could only mutter one selection of words, "Who... are... you?"

Kara tried catching her own breaths. The adrenaline finally began thinning in her veins. She now realized who this young man was. It was Lex Luthor. Instead of sticking around for the glory, and deciding that his head wound wouldn't cause him death, Kara split. If she were lucky, no one would know that she survived being hit by a car and saving someone's life on top of it. She knew Lex was made out of money, probably slept in beds of the stuff. Kara was content with being a farm-girl though. Nothing more, nothing less.

That night...

Luckily, when Kara returned home, her parents were out grocery shopping. Therefore, they didn't see her soaked clothes. She was hoping the ordeal would go unnoticed but knew better. If something had even the smallest shred to do with a Luthor in public, it would become common knowledge. The dinner table was quiet, too quiet. Kara could clearly sense that her mother was still wrapped up in the chaos that was this morning. And, you know what? She couldn't blame her. Kara needed to come clean, needed to relieve herself of this overbearing weight on her shoulders.

However, before she could, there were knocks at the front door. Jonathan offered to check it out, and left the table.

"Lex Luthor?" Kara could hear Jonathan say in a surprised tone of voice, "To what do we owe the pleasure of a Luthor visiting our lilttle farm?"

"Mr. Kent, I was wondering if I could speak with your daughter?"

Martha looked to her daughter, Kara placed a hand over her face. "My daughter?" Jonathan replied, "I don't mean to sound rude, but what business do you have with my daughter?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to say thank you to her."

"Thank you? You're speaking in riddles, Lex. What's this about?"

"She didn't tell you? Mr. Kent, your daughter saved my life today."

Martha's face lit up, astonished to hear such a thing. Kara blushed, trying to discover a good enough excuse to just bolt out of there. Jonathan called his daughter, "Kara? Could you join us?"

Kara and Martha left the table and they all convened on the front porch. "Hi, Mr. Luthor." Kara said shyly.

Lex smirked, a bandage displayed on his forehead, "There's no need to be so formal. Call me Lex."

Unsure of what to say, Kara just kinda nodded. Jonathan had his arms crossed and was quite intrigued about how his daughter could have saved Lex Luthor, "Call me curious, how did this come about?"

Kara peeked towards Lex, wondering about how deep of an explanation he was going to give. Would he spill the beans on how she lived through a vehicle crash without so much as a scratch or scrape? "I was crossing the bridge and had to swerve out of the way of a car in front of me. I lost control and went for a swim. Luckily for me, Kara he was on her way home from school and was brave enough to dive in and rescue me. Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I owe Kara my life. If it wasn't for her... i'd be dead by now."

"Honey?" Martha looked to her daughter, the pride literally beaming from her face, "Is this true? You saved Lex?"

Kara shrugged, "I guess my adrenaline just kind of took over?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Kent. If you'd be so kind, I would like to have a chance to speak with your daughter alone?"

Martha nodded, Jonathan wasn't too keen on the idea but went along with his wife. When the coast was clear, Lex leaned back against one of the support beams on the porch, "Why?"

"Why?" Kara repeated, really wishing her mother and father had stayed on the porch right about now.

Lex half-smirked, "No offense, but why would a teenager jump off of a bridge that high to save a guy who not everyone likes, and just assumed want dead?"

"Everyone deserves to live, Lex. No one deserves to die."

He nodded, "I suppose you're right. Well, at least I hope you're right." he chuckled, Kara did as well, "You have my deepest gratitude, Kara. If there's anything you ever need. And I do mean anything." . Lex extracted a business card from his breast pocket, "Let me know and it's yours." . He backed away and down the steps, "Limo's waiting, I have to run. But don't forget what I said, Kara."

Before leaving, Lex looked at her a bit cockeyed, "What?" she asked, politely.

"Hmm..." he seemed perplexed, "I can't quite put my finger on it but there's something special about you, Kara Kent." . He opened the door to his limousine, "Thanks again, and keep in touch." . Once inside the limo, Lex sat back and glared ahead, his expression turning from pleasant to a bit more focused and determined. Did Lex Luthor have a trick up his sleeve? Was this visit driven by hidden ulterior motives? Only time would tell.

Kara watched as the limousine vacated the premisis. Her eyes trailed downward to the white business card in her right hand. There was a variety of things she could instantly picture in her mind that Lex could more than afford and pull through with. But, for now, she wanted nothing more than to be a farm-girl... a lowly, quiet and unknown farm-girl. Kara headed back inside, sticking the business card in her pocket. She walked over to the kitchen table where her parents were finishing their dinner. Kara stood for a moment or two before sitting, wondering about their reactions to her supposive heroism.

Then, her father spoke up between bites, "We couldn't be more proud of you, Kara."

"Yes, honey, why didn't you tell us?"

Kara shrugged slightly, "I'm not sure." . Kara picked at her meal a little, though her hunger wasn't very strong at the moment. She set her fork down and filled her lungs with a deep breath, "I feel... different. Like... like I don't belong, like i'm meant to be somewhere or maybe someone else. I can't explain it good but I can feel it. It's like i'm changing and I hate it. I haven't been able to sleep barely at all. So, that's why i've been so tired."

Jonathan and Martha glanced at towards each other, knowing looks being exchanged. While grocery shopping, the two of them conversed on the idea of informing Kara of her true origin, so to speak. They concluded that they wouldn't speak of the situation unless Kara mentioned it first. "Honey," Martha began, "There's something your father and I have struggled with for years. And we've decided that maybe now is the best time to finally tell you." . They had Kara's full attention. Martha was worried about wording this confession just right, agonized over Kara's reaction.

But, before another word could be spoken, Kara softly blurted out... "I'm adopted." . Martha and Jonathan looked to each before looking back at Kara as she continued, "The way that i've been feeling... like I don't belong... that i'm different. It's because i'm adopted?"

There was a softness to Kara's expression, a tenderness to her voice, an innocence in her aura. Martha's heart was breaking in half, it hurt so bad, "Yes."

Jonathan took a deep breath, "Once upon a time... we adopted you when you were roughly a year and a half."

"So..." Kara appeared lost but not crushed, maybe she wouldn't take it as hard as the Kents believed she would, "Who are my real parents?"

That question stung Martha's heart severly, hearing Kara say that they weren't her real parents. But, it wasn't a lie. After all, they weren't technically her birth parents. However, they raised her for the past fifteen years as if she were their own. They cradled her through toothaches and tummy aches, comforted her with kind words and gestures after a nightmare, stayed up with her watching cartoons during late-night thunderstorms. Tears slipped down Martha's cheeks slowly, she couldn't help it. Jonathan was staying strong though there was difficulty to keep his emotions at bay. They both adored Kara, loved and cared for her very deeply. To them, she was their real daughter. To them... she meant everything. To them... she was their world... their angel sent from Heaven.

Kara couldn't form together coherent thoughts inside her mind. The dreams... the way she felt inside... that strange sensation of not belonging here, it all started to make sense. But then something else started to make sense, maybe moreso than the rest. For her entire life, her mothe... heh, she couldn't even think of them as anything different than her parents. Behind soft tears and sniffles, a sweet smiled cracked upon Kara's face, giving her parents hope...

"All these years... you guys took care of me when you didn't have to?"

"We know how much of a shock this is, and we realize you'll need time to process. But, know this, we have always considered you to be our true daughter. We never thought anything different." Jonathan explained.

Martha sat next to Kara, hugging her gently, "We love you, Kara, very much so. We have since the very first day we layed eyes upon you."

"Did you name me?"

Jonathan and Martha smiled, "That would be your mother's doing."

Kara had more questions, The Kents planned on answering their daughter the best they could. Though, in the back of their minds, they knew to guard the true secret. Being adopted was one thing, being from another planet is a whole 'nother deal.

For Kara, she was content for the time being. The lines of communication had been opened up between her and her parents, whom she did truly consider to be her real parents. They explained to her that they never met her true parents. Kara told them that it probably didn't matter, that they were her true parents. But, in the back of her mind, Kara knew these things were good to say. The Kents had treated her extremely well over the years, given her a solid roof over her head, food to eat and decent clothes on her back. But, what about her strength, speed and hearing? How was she able to survive that car crash and save Lex Luthor? Come to think of it, she had never once been sick, only exhausted lately due to lack of sleep. Kara didn't want to spill the beans just yet, maybe this rollercoaster of a day was enough for awhile, but there would come a time when Kara would have to inform her parents of the transformation taking place inside her.

Maybe Lex Luthor was right, maybe Kara was special or unique. That much for sure. Question is, just how special? Well, only time would tell. And who knows what the future holds? Anything's possible.

THE END?