Title: The Truth Will Set Us Free
Disclaimers: Smallville and all related characters are property of the WB, DC Comics, and others who aren't me.
Author's Notes: This is a Chlark fic. If you are against, please don't read it and then comment with some review about how you don't like that 'Ship. This takes place mid-season 2 and becomes AU from there. Please let me know what you think as this is my first Smallville fanfic.
"Welcome to the Kent Farm. Pete, you want to say a few words before we venture into the unknown?"
"Yeah, Chloe. How about we stop this now, or at least tell Clark and his parents that you're going to video tape them."
Chloe sighed. "Pete, that would defeat the purpose."
"Defeat the purpose? Chloe, what does that mean?"
"Nothing. Nevermind. You're not going to try and warn them, are you?"
Pete shook his head. "I just hope you know what you're doing, that's all."
"I always know what I'm doing," Chloe said with a grin. "Now, let's go!"
Pete reluctantly followed her, hoping Clark wasn't out there using his abilities or there was going to be a huge problem.
"What the hell?" Chloe muttered as she watched Clark lift up a tractor and held it with one hand while fixing something underneath it with another.
Pete's eyes widened as he watched the entire scene unfold. Chloe ran closer, still in complete shock that this was happening right in front of her. "CLARK!" she exclaimed.
"Um…" Clark began, almost dropping said tractor on the ground. This was not something he was expecting. "Hi, guys."
Chloe could not believe her eyes. That tractor had to weigh over 2 tons! Questions upon questions began forming in her mind. She glanced over at Pete who was stunned and looked almost sorry that the two of them had witnessed whatever just happened.
"Clark Kent," Chloe said. "You've been holding out on me."
Clark didn't know what to say. He glanced over at Pete, who shrugged. "Chloe, come with me. And turn off the camera."
"Got it," she replied, still in shock.
Clark took a deep breath and led her and Pete up to the loft. He had Chloe sit and asked her to say something because she'd become too quiet.
Chloe could tell Clark was worried, and he had every right to be. "Clark… That was… I mean… Everything is starting to become quite clear now. I understand everything. And I know why you kept it from me."
"Yeah. I'm not mad, Clark. I know that when I find Wall of Weird material, I'm usually on top of it, trying to write some amazing story. But, Clark, you're my friend. I've seen where meteor induced powers gets my wall of weird finalists."
Pete cleared his throat. "Clark, maybe you might wanna…"
Chloe looked back and forth between the two guys. "Don't hold back, Clark."
"Well, it's just… I'm not from around here, Chloe."
"Then you're saying your real parents were just passing through?"
"Chloe, I came here in the meteor shower."
That silenced the young journalist. She gulped. "Clark, are you saying…" He nodded. "Do you mind if I have some time to process this? I promise I won't talk to anyone, but this is kind of, well…"
"Take your time, Chloe," he said with a smile.
She smiled back. "Thanks."
The pair watched her climb down the stairs. "Pete, why were you two video taping the farm?"
"It was Chloe's idea, Clark. She wanted to catch you guys off guard. Why, I don't know. Unless she already suspected something. But I'm guessing you're not going to be too hard on her."
"No. It's Chloe and I trust her. My parents, however…"
Pete immediately stood up. "That was your Dad. I'm making my escape now. Catch ya later."
Clark chuckled when he heard Pete talking to his Dad. "Hi, Mr. Kent. Bye, Mr. Kent."
"Clark, what did you two do?"
"What are you talking about, Dad?"
"Pete seemed really nervous just now and you're avoiding any sort of eye contact."
He sighed. Might as well get it over with. "It's kind of funny when you think about it."
Jonathan Kent crossed his arms. "What is?"
"So I was out fixing the tractor. You know, by myself. Well…" He trailed off.
"I'm listening." Clark then explained everything that happened. Excluding the fact that he had told Chloe he was from another planet and that she had proof of his abilities. "Clark."
"Dad, I know what you're going to say. I should have been more careful."
"Yes, that's true, but the fact is Chloe knows now," Jonathan replied. "You trust her not to say anything?"
"I do, Dad. Besides she's in shock right now. She asked for some time to process everything and I gave it to her."
Jonathan nodded. "That's fine. Just be careful. Your Mom has dinner ready if you're up for it."
Chloe stared at the computer screen. This was making perfect sense. Well, not exactly perfect. More like a skewed perfection. At first she was a little hurt that Clark would tell Pete, but not her. But, Clark has also known Pete much longer than he's known her.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"I've never seen you so focused on your computer unless you're typing away on a story. Seriously, what are you thinking?"
"How much money I could make from this. Then I feel like an ass because Clark's my friend. I can't believe that was the first thought that floated through my mind! Pete, I'm losing it! If I can turn on my friends, what kind of journalist and I going to become?"
Pete put his hand on her shoulder. "Chloe, don't worry so much. As long as you never act on it, I don't think it's going to affect anyone. Trust me."
She smiled. "Thanks, Pete."
"How much is this worth to you?"
"I'd have to view it first."
The young man grinned and pushed play on the VCR. He watched the expression on his buyer's face. "My God!"
"Was it worth it?"
"Definitely. Who is this kid and how can we find him?"
"His name is Clark Kent. He's from Smallville."
"Could you imagine harnessing all that power? How can we get him here? What are his weaknesses?"
"I have a list right here."
"I think we should pay this kid a visit, don't you?"
Clark had just finished loading hay into the truck when a black car pulled up next to him. A suspicious looking man opened the window. "Clark Kent?"
"It doesn't matter right now, Mr. Kent," he replied, opening his door. "Get in."
The man pulled out a gun knowing full well that the boy couldn't be hurt by it. "Get in now!"
Clark didn't want to give anything away if he didn't have to. He decided to see what was so important this guy would threaten him. The minute he sat down, the man pushed a button on a remote. Clark immediately became sick to his stomach.
"What is this?"
"Evidence, Mr. Kent."
He took a breath. This was Chloe's video. "Where did you get this?"
"A very reliable source. Mr. Kent, I have a proposition of sorts for you."
"What?" Clark asked his anger apparent.
The man held up his hand. "Calm yourself. I know what you're capable of, but if you so much as touch me, my driver will kill your parents. You don't want that to happen, do you?" Clark shook his head slowly. "I didn't think so."
"I am going to run my own little experiments on you, Mr. Kent. And you're going to let me, or everyone on this list will be dead before you can even move."
The driver opened the door to let Clark out. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can. You have until noon tomorrow. I'll be back."
Clark watched as the car drove out of sight. Chloe would never do this, but she was the only one who had access to the tape. This guy had already made his decision for him. He was not going to let anyone hurt his friends and family.