Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Elle. sigh It's truly unfair.
Right now, Clark has all his powers already. Elle is now developing them.
"Isabelle Kent! I swear…WAKE UP!" Elle jumped at the yell and fell right out of her bed. She groaned into the floor, cursing vividly. She groggily pushed herself up. Hearing her father stomp up the stairs, muttering profanities to himself, Elle shot up.
"I'M UP!" Waiting for her father's footsteps to fade downstairs, Elle dragged herself to her closet. Throwing clothes this way and that, she finally settled on an outfit. She chose to wear jeans and a purple tank top. She slipped on her high-heeled black boots. She pulled her golden hair back into a ponytail. She put on some makeup and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. With a sigh, she bounced down the steps.
She was greeted by her mother, father, and her brother, Clark. Clark smirked, glancing at the clock.
"Morning, sunrise. I think that you have reached a record. It's 6:50." Elle walked behind him, towards the fridge, and flicked the back of his head.
"Ow," he winced. Martha gave her daughter a look.
"Elle," she warned. Elle bit her lip, smiling innocently. She knew for a fact that her mother and father would fall for it. Clark rolled his eyes when Martha smiled sweetly at Elle.
"Ha, ha," Elle whispered to Clark before she took out a slice of bread. Clark smiled tightly and enveloped his sister in a noogie. She squeaked in protest. When he finally let go of her, Elle positioned her bread in front of her. Jonathan, Martha, and Clark looked at her with reproach.
"What?" she said indignantly. "Clark got his heat vision and now he's ace at it. I know that I just started, but I think I can do it." Clark threw her a disbelieving look.
"I'll prove it!" She glared at the slice and slowly, spurts of heat attacked the bread. When she was finished, she waved her toast around, proudly. Martha and Jonathan traded looks.
Clark raised his eyebrows. "It's black," he said bluntly. Elle glared at him.
"It's not black! It's…a darker shade of brown." Clark snorted.
"Oh whatever!" Then, without warning she said, "I'll beat you to school," and super sped off. Clark looked at his parents.
"This is what I have to put up with!" and he super sped off after her.
Elle laughed, knowing she'd nabbed him. There was no way that he would get to school before…HEY! She ran to her usual meeting place with Lana and Chloe, sure that Clark would NOT be there. But, he was! When he saw her look, he grinned and winked. Then he turned back to the other two as if nothing had happened.
Elle sat in Earth Science, trying to balance a pencil in the crease of her book. She sighed as the teacher droned out a reading assignment. She knew it all by heart, why read it? She had asked Clark that and he said that she was supposed to blend in. be like everyone else. Elle only sighed, shaking her head.
During lunch, Lana, Chloe, Clark, and Elle sat out on the steps.
"What do we have to do in Logston?" Elle asked them. She thought it was so unfair that she only had a couple of classes with Chloe and Lana while Clark had all of them with the two. He spent most of the time drooling over Lana anyway.
Lana groaned. Chloe shook her head, sighing. Clark shrugged.
"Oh, come on," he turned to Elle. "It's not that bad. We just have to dissect a liver." Lana looked at him.
"Don't trust him, Elle. He's just saying it like that because he got to skip it so he could make up a test." Elle laughed.
"Mr. Logston told us that we would go on a field trip to the new Luthorcorp plant. The tour guide will be the elusive Lex Luthor. Cool, huh? Oh and, Elle? Do you have that article for the Torch with you?" Chloe asked. Elle wrinkled her nose, trying to remember.
"Yeah, it's in my locker. I'll drop it off later." Chloe nodded. Clark snapped his fingers, remembering something.
"I have to stay after school to, er, help out with something." Elle nodded, knowing he would tell her later. He'd better.
After school, Elle immediately started her shift at the Talon. Lana, Chloe, and Clark were not there to talk because they had some big project or something like that. So, Elle was left by herself to feed the caffeine-crazed citizens of Smallville. Some friends they were.
Like always, after closing, Elle took out her guitar and started to play a song that Jonathan had taught her. Clark had tried to learn the guitar, but was dreadful at it and quit. Thinking of Clark and how much she loved him made her remember everything.
She remembered it like it was yesterday. Clark and Elle had come from Krypton. Clark was three years older than her so she was still an infant. The two were found by Jonathan and Martha. Elle remembered seeing their faces when they had seen the two. Elle was clinging to Clark, and he was smiling down at them. The next thing she remembered was riding in a truck, sitting on a Clark, refusing to let go. Martha had told her that she hadn't cried, but was intent on holding on to Clark.
Elle remembered that they were accompanied by an old man and a bald child. The child stared at her and she stared right back. Elle would always remember that kid. He had the strangest shade of blue eyes she had ever seen; it mesmerized her. Elle reached out and stroked his cheek. He watched her eyes the whole time. She smiled reassuringly and he slowly nodded off to sleep. She took his hand and held it tight until they separated.
Elle had always wondered who that child was. She though she had met him once before, but she couldn't be sure.
She was only five and she was forced to go to a meeting with Lionel Luthor. Actually, she was forced to wait as the meeting went on. Martha and Jonathan hadn't told them why they were there. Clark sat next to a very impatient Elle. She clicked her heels, liking how her new sparkly red shoes glimmered. Clark turned to her, obviously annoyed.
"Elle," he said through gritted teeth. "Stop it! You're making loud noises, and I can't concentrate!" Clark gestured towards his book. Elle crossed her arms, but stopped.
"You concentrate lots. I think that you should stop it. It's making it hard for me to concentrate!" she said, trying to make a point. Or at least, trying to find one. Clark laughed.
"You're not making any sense, Elle. You are so infantile." Elle gasped and jumped out of her chair.
"Clark! Stop saying stuff to me that I don't understand! Mommy said stop, and so does I!" Clark rolled his eyes and returned to his book. Elle started to pace in front of him just because she knew he hated it. But he didn't know that he did it all the time.
He looked up from his book.
"Elle," he said, his voice filled with irritation. She continued to pace, ignoring him. She decided to hum really loud. Clark finally stood up and snapped his fingers in her face.
"Stop it, Elle. You're driving me crazy!" Elle smirked.
"I don't care!" Clark growled and turned, his back facing her. Elle jumped up and down, immersing herself in her small victory.
"You are SO irritating!" Elle stopped, a growl escaping her mouth before, she jumped onto Clarks' back. He fell to the floor, making a dent. He tried to get, but Elle sat on him. The two struggled for power.
"Stop it, Elle! You're acting like child!" Elle bounced on top of him, making a deeper dent.
"I DON'T CARE, CLARK!" Elle screamed.
"ELLE! I SWEAR-" He was cut off by an intruder. It was a boy who seemed to be at least five years older than she was. He was bald and he was backed up against the wall, but he still looked fierce.
"STOP, YOU TWO!" Clark and Elle froze, looking at the boy. Elle made to flick Clark on the back of his head, but he boy rushed over and clasped his hand around her small wrist. His fingers overlapped.
"No," he warned in a low voice. Elle sighed and got off of her older brother. Before the bald boy could examine the deep dent, Elle ran into his arms, tears threatening to come out. At first he seemed stunned, but he slowly wrapped his arms around her, patting her back.
Clark was studying the floor, scuffing his shoes. The bald boy looked expectantly over to him. Clark sighed.
"Elle," he started. Elle didn't let him finish. Instead she turned her face, still on the bald boy's chest, and sniffed.
"It's okay, Clark. I know that I cry too much. You says all of the times. I sorry."
Clark smiled at his sister. The he looked up at the bald boy, eyeing him suspiciously. Elle pulled away and smiled sweetly.
"Thank you," she hugged him one more time. Then, she ran to Clark and hugged him. When she let go, she saw the bald boy inching his way out. She ran to him and took his hand. It was then that she saw his eyes. They were pale blue, but intensely familiar.
"Does you have to go now? At these seconds?" The bald boy smiled at how she spoke and let her tug him to a seat next to her own. Clark smiled at the boy and picked up his book again. Elle turned to him, propping her chin on the back of her hand, trying to seem more around his age.
"Did you know that I can count to one hundred?" she asked excitedly. The bald boy answered.
"Really? That's got to be tough." Elle swelled with pride and she sniffed.
"Oh, but it's not. Clark can count to a thousand, though," Clark was too immersed in his book to notice his name.
"Can you count for me right now?" The bald boy asked. Elle clapped and nodded. She got more and more excited. She took his and stood up in front of his chair. The bald boy smiled encouragingly. Elle was nervous about this, but she took a deep breath.
"One, two, three…" she counted until one hundred and bit her lip, waiting for his reply. The bald boy clapped and twirled her around.
"That was an excellent performance, madam. I think that you will be able to count to a million before the end of this week. That was astounding." Elle made a face. She looked at Clark to make sure he wasn't watching, the climbed up onto the bald boy's lap. He was taken aback, but relaxed. She whispered into his ear softly.
"What does az-town-ding means?" The bald boy grinned and whispered back.
"It means that you did a fantastic job," Elle's face glowed with pride. She blushed.
"Aw, shucks," she said. "I'm not that good." The boy nodded.
"Yes, you are." Elle smiled and yawned. Trying to impress him even more, she turned towards the clock. She wrinkled her nose cutely to make it look like she was concentrating. She turned back to him.
"Right now it is eight seventy-ten," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The bald boy only grinned and nodded,
"It's very late. I think," she said, snuggling closer to him, "that I will have a nice sleep…right here. I will make believe that you are my bed." Elle wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled very sweetly and kissed him on the cheek.
"Nightie-night," she sighed and closed her eyes, his heart beat coaxing her to sleep.
Elle snapped out of her little trip down memory lane by her cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered. She froze, her eyes wide. She nodded and snapped the phone shut. It was a call from her father. Apparently Clark had been in an accident. Someone had run him over and the two had landed in the river.
Elle raced to the site and jumped put of her car. She ran to her father, slamming the door of their red truck shut. She could see that he was angry, so she squeezed his arm.
"It's gonna be okay, Daddy. It's Clark for heaven's sake," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. Jonathan didn't laugh, just kept striding. Whoever had caused this, she felt terribly sorry for. Hell hath no fear like Jonathan Kent scorned.
The two stopped when the saw a drenched Clark sitting beside a man sitting on the ground. Clark was in the way, so Elle didn't know who it was.
"Clark!" Jonathan called. Clark spun around and got up. Elle hugged him, not caring if he was wet, not caring if he was made out of steel. He was still her brother.
Jonathan handed a red towel to Elle as he saw who had caused this. Elle wrapped it around Clark quickly and ruffled his hair.
"Nice look for you, Clarkie," Clark grinned. She rubbed his arm. She looked her very much taller brother so she could see the man.
It was none other than Lex Luthor. Surprise, surprise. Jonathan was shouting at him and his face was expressionless. She interrupted her father's rant and placed a small hand on his chest.
"Let's just go, Daddy. Yelling will not make this better. I think that he knows." Jonathan threw Lex a vicious glare and stalked off with Clark in tow. Elle kneeled, so that she was eyelevel with him. She almost fell back when she saw his eyes. They were pale blue, the eyes of the bald boy. Her eyes widened. Lex stared into her green eyes and cleared hi throat.
"Thank you," he rasped out. Elle thumped his back as he coughed up some more water. She wiped his mouth with another towel.
"How about you thank me by driving slower, Mr. Luthor." Lex looked away, ashamed.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say." Elle took his hand. His head snapped up. He had never had anyone hold his hand. At least, not in a long time. It felt…surprisingly strange.
"Hey, that's all you've got to say. I should be the one apologizing."
"What do you mean?" Elle sat down next to him, looking out at as the pulled his Porsche of the river.
"My father, he's very…I don't want to say judgmental…but yeah, I'm gonna go with judgmental." Lex smirked.
"I can see that. I hope he doesn't lecture you that often." Elle laughed.
"Oh, you can't even begin to imagine. Of course, I'm the only one who gets the lectures. Clark is too much of a good boy. I always tell myself that it only makes him a loser, but I'm the one who looks like a loser when my dad is giving dishing out his sanctimonious platitudes." Lex grinned.
"I understand. Although, I'm sure that my father is worse. He doesn't give mere lectures, oh no. that would be to gentle. It's more like mental torment. And something involving a hitman." Elle laughed.
"Well, seeing as it's Lionel Luthor, that makes a lot of sense. I mean, the man's a billionaire. And don't tell me he got that way through entrepreneurship and perseverance." Lex laughed out loud.
"Your intellectualism shines, Miss…" Elle laughed.
"Kent, Elle Kent," she shook his hand, "But no Miss Kent. It's Elle. Just Elle."
Lex nodded, smiling. "Very well, Elle. I will call you that on two conditions." Elle raised an eyebrow.
"What are the conditions?" Lex stood up the offered her a hand.
"One, you call me Lex, and two, you be my tour guide of this small town." Elle took his hand and pulled herself up.
"I would be honored, Lex," she turned to the ruined Porsche. "But I think that I should be the one who drives. Just to be safe, you know." Lex laughed and the two walked over to the police cars. Elle noticed that the red truck was gone. That caused her to look at the time on her phone. Her eyes widened.
"Damn, I'm going to be late," she turned to Lex. "It was good seeing you again," Lex gave her a confused look.
"Again?" Elle laughed.
"Ask me later," Lex nodded. Elle patted his shoulder. "Anyways, I have to get home. It's late. I guess I'll meet you after school." Lex smiled, took her hand and squeezed it. Elle looked at him questioningly.
"Thank you, Elle,"
"For not judging me," Elle smiled and slid into her car. With a small wave, she drove off.
Lex was beginning to like this town.
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