Hey, all.
I started this quite some time ago, and it's 9 chapters long so far. That may not seem like much on average, but I've poured my heart into it as a longtime fan (saw almost the whole series during its first run). Many changes have been made to various characters and situations, but I've tried to retain the spirit of the show as much as possible. I rely on feedback as a writer, so feel free to respond if you want more. Up, up, and away...
CHAPTER 1: DESTINY BEGINS
METROPOLIS CITY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1989
- INT. LUTHORCORP OFFICES - DAY
Businessman Lionel Luthor sat silently in his office, at the top floor of his company's high-rise office building, LuthorCorp. He'd inherited the business from his father Lachlan, who had started it thirty years earlier as an agricultural venture. Since replacing his late father as CEO ten years ago, Lionel had caused quite a stir in the corporate world, merging different businesses together in the fields of military technology and medical research. Many called him a crackpot, and Lionel had to admit the first few years had been a chore...but profits had skyrocketed in every area during the last 24 months. In the blink of an eye, it seemed LuthorCorp had done the impossible for the corporate world of the United States.
However, that was the least of Lionel's concerns at the present moment. Deep in thought, he kept repeating the same word to himself, almost in a trance.
"Veritas...veritas...veritas..."
Suddenly, a loud buzzing interrupted him, eliciting an aggravated response.
"What?!", he yelled. A young man's voice filled the room, sheepish in tone. "Uhm, I'm very sorry to bother you sir, but uh...."
Lionel frowned. This couldn't be good. "Now is not the time for nervous reactions, Siegel; get to the point."
"Your son has just arrived, and Robert Queen is demanding a meeting," the man continued, rapidly spitting out information to avoid annoying his boss any further.
"Damn", Lionel muttered.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" came the reply.
"Never mind, Siegel; thank you. Show them in." "Yes, sir."
Two large double-doors swung open electronically, as a pair of individuals entered the room. The first was a young boy aged nine years old, dressed in a private school uniform. His hair is a fiery shade of red, and his face slightly freckled. His expression is one of both awe and fear.
"Lex, keep your posture", Lionel ordered.
The boy obeyed, looking straight ahead, his lips quivering slightly.
"Better", Lionel said, turning his attention to the other man in the room. A fellow corporate titan, Robert Queen stood tall, about six feet two inches in total, with medium blond hair, a square chin, and eyes like emeralds, in a face that shows one emotion: contempt.
"What the hell are you trying to pull, Lionel?" Queen yelled, his voice full of bile and contempt.
Lex gasped, surprised that anyone would dare challenge his father in his own building. "I got word you just outbid me for Virgil Swann's communications satellite, at the last minute no less!" Robert fumed. Still cold in his expression, Lionel stared the Queen family patriarch in the face.
"It's called good business, Robert."
"That deal was finalized twenty minutes ago, by Swann himself; how on Earth did you manage this?!" Robert snapped.
"Simple", Lionel replied. "I convinced him to extend the negotiation period."
Not fooled for a moment, Queen continued. "You threatened him, didn't you? I know your hands are far from clean, you malicious bastard."
"That would be most irresponsible, Robert...and not too different from one of your own ploys a few months back, as I recall," Lionel said, grinning.
"Working within the bounds of the law to establish mutual benefits between competitors is very different from intimidating the world's foremost authority on astronomy. I just spoke with Swann again before coming here; he wouldn't explain the matter."
Lionel rose from his chair.
"Our meeting is adjourned, Mr. Queen. I have an appointment to keep in a small town not far from here. Let's go, Lex."
Forcefully placing a newspaper on Lionel's desk, Queen said, "You might want to avoid the chopper, Luthor. NASA detected a meteor shower approaching North America a few hours ago."
"Enjoy your vacation in the Bahamas, Robert; give my regards to Moira and Oliver," Lionel said. Walking out of his office, the two Luthors boarded a private elevator. Once the doors had closed, Lex spoke.
"Where we off to, Dad?" Grinning, Lionel adjusted his own suit and tie.
"A meeting with destiny, my son...in the town of Smallville."
CHAPTER 2: BEAUTY & TRAGEDY
INT. - NELL'S FLOWER SHOP - DAY
Jonathan and Martha Kent drove their old pickup truck down Smallville's main street, stopping at Nell Potter's flower shop. Martha knew her husband had dated Nell in the past, but rested peacefully in knowing he'd married her. She'd turned down prosperous business offers in Metropolis, Gotham, and Central City to live as a farmer's wife, but had no regrets. Jonathan had earned her trust long ago, and the only thing making her sad was learning she was barren. They'd tried artificial methods, and wanted to adopt, but opportunities weren't plentiful in remote locations like this. Still, she hoped for a miracle every day, and tried her best to think of other things. Opening the door for her, Jonathan entered the shop second, an example of chivalry to the end.
Looking up, Nell recognized them immediately. Jonathan had broken up with her several years ago, but it still hurt a bit for her to see him, especially when Martha was around. She'd never been good at letting things go, which had strained her attempts at romance many times. Taking care of her 4-year-old niece Lana was a great comfort, since her sister Laurel was considering a return to the workforce.
Lewis Lang, Lana's father, was a kind and supportive man, always thinking of others before himself. She envied both Laurel and Martha for having good husbands, but tried not letting it show.
Seeing Martha approach the register, Nell tensed slightly, but still maintained a professional attitude. "Afternoon, Martha; what can I get for you today?"
"I'm looking for some red tulips, but it seems you're out", Martha replied, gesturing to an empty section nearby.
"No offense, but don't you get tired of having the same flowers?" Nell asked.
"What can I say? I guess I'm just traditional that way," Martha said, shrugging.
Nell sighed, a small bit of frustration evident in her voice. "Well, this town certainly is full of that."
Hearing the conversation, Jonathan approached the counter.
"What's up, Nell?" Looking briefly in his eyes, she quickly glanced back down.
"Just wishing Smallville was a little more lively, that's all. Martha's after her usual, but I sold the last bundle to some teenager yesterday for his 6-month anniversary."
Looking at his wife, Jonathan spoke. "You sure you won't stand for something else, honey?"
"No, thanks", she said. "Could you place another order for me, Nell?"
Visibly resigned, the woman nodded. "Sure, just come back in 3 days, like usual."
Suddenly, a little girl ran onto the sales floor, the back of her pink dress open. Wearing a plastic crown and holding a wand prop, she leaped into Nell's arms.
"Calm down, Lana", Nell said, putting her down. "You're getting heavy."
"Auntie, I need help with my zipper!" the girl protested.
"Okay, sweetie; turn around." Finishing, she smiled.
"Excellent princess, as usual."
Noticing Martha in the store, Lana's eyes glowed with joy.
"Hey, Miss Kay!" she squealed, waving gleefully.
"Nice to see you too, Lana", Martha replied. "Let me guess...fairy queen?"
Nodding, the cutie hugged Martha's leg.
"Yup", she smiled. "Just waiting for Mommy and Daddy to get back."
Sensing the question, Nell said, "They're at the Crows game; it should be over soon."
"Well, we're outta here", Martha said. "See ya in a few days".
EXT. - SMALLVILLE MAIN STREET - DAY
Opening the door again, Jonathan escorted her out. Getting back in the truck, she turned to her husband. "Such a sweet little angel," she said, sighing.
"Don't you worry, baby", Jonathan smiled. "Our day will be here before you know it".
EXT. - SMALLVILLE OUTSKIRTS - DAY
Driving through the Kansas countryside was an enjoyable hobby for the Kents. They'd only been married two years, but had known each other since college.
Jonathan was studying agricultural history in Metropolis, while his late father Hiram tended the family farm. Martha had studied business strategy, first meeting Jonathan in a shared literature group. She'd asked for his notes on T.H. White, and without refusal, he'd handed them over. Confused, she'd asked how he'd know she'd return them, and he'd smiled.
"I prefer to think the best of people", he'd said that day...not knowing Martha already had her own notes, and was just feigning laziness to meet him.
He'd asked her out a few weeks later, and after a year of courtship, they'd become husband and wife. Martha was happy, though her father thought she was crazy for marrying a farmer.
Coming back from Nell's shop on the edge of town, their truck was jolted by a sudden road tremor.
"Kansas doesn't have earthquakes; what's happening, Jonathan?" Martha asked.
Suddenly, both their eyes went wide, as giant rocks with yellow and red fire trails darted across the sky.
Racing down the side roads like a madman, Jonathan floored the truck's accelerator, squealing the tires with every hairpin turn.
Finally, the ground shook again, this time causing Jonathan to lose control of the vehicle. Careening into a ditch, the truck flipped upside down. Checking Martha's conditon before his own, Jonathan relaxed.
"Thank God for seat belts."
Unclipping themselves, gravity pulled both Martha and her husband to the reversed ceiling turned floor. Scrambling out of the cab, Martha noticed something in her peripheral vision...a small pair of feet. Grabbing Jonathan's shoulder to get his attention, she pointed in the proper direction.
What they both saw was nothing short of a miracle. A massive trench marred the ground where an object the size of a small car had skidded to a halt. A young boy walked slowly toward them, wrapped from the waist down in a blanket of primary colors. He seemed oddly at peace with the devastation around him, until seeing Martha not far away. Moving toward both adults, the boy stopped. Looking directly into Martha's eyes, he said one word: "Lara".
Confused, Martha questioned Jonathan non-verbally. "I have no idea" came his reply. Turning her attention back to the boy, he looked at her again, and smiled.
"Well, we can't just leave him here, Jonathan", she said.
"Okay", he sighed. "Let's take him to the farm, and call Ethan. He'll have some ideas."
"What about that?" she asked, pointing to the craft.
"Leave it", her husband replied. "We'll come back with the trailer".
EXT. - SMALLVILLE MAIN STREET - DAY
Fires had consumed several small buildings, where other meteors had landed. Many cars in the street were also on fire, some with charred bodies behind the wheel. Among the chaos stood Nell Potter, a sobbing young princess held in her arms.
CHAPTER 3: THE SCHOOL DARE
INT. - CLARK'S BEDROOM - DAY
Clark Kent sits at his computer, pouring over Internet news articles. One headline reads, "Fastest Man Alive", another "5-Year-Old Boy Lifts Truck Off Father". Smirking to himself, Clark's research is suddenly interrupted by the voice of his adopted mother, Martha. "Clark, get down here! You're gonna be late for school!" "Not likely", he calls back. "I can reach the building in 15 seconds flat." Martha's voice sounds again, slightly more irritated. "Not in broad daylight, young man!" Groaning with exasperation, he powers down his computer and walks downstairs.
INT. - KENT FARM KITCHEN - DAY
The inside of the Kent family's farmhouse is warm and inviting, a mix of classic tradition with a few modern technologies. Coming down from his second-floor bedroom, Clark is greeted by Martha, her voice still annoyed. "How can you be fast as lightning and slow as molasses, all at the same time?" she asked. Dumbfounded, Clark just shrugged. "Practice?"
Hearing the discussion, Jonathan Kent entered the room. "Morning, son" he said simply. Bending slightly to kiss Martha, he smiled. "Hey, babe." Seeking to diffuse the moment, Clark cleared his throat. "I gotta catch the bus." Grabbing a pastry from the kitchen table, Clark headed outside.
EXT. - DIRT ROAD BY KENT FARM - DAY
Clark reached the stop moments before the bus arrived, and got on board. Seated near the back were his friends Pete Ross and Chloe Sullivan. Pete was black with dark eyes and very short hair, while Chloe was white with blonde hair in a short and wavy style. Seeing Clark approach, Pete simply nodded. "Pay up, Chloe." Grunting, she reluctantly pulled a five-dollar bill from her pocket, and handed it over. "You suck, Ross." Pete just smiled, satisfied with himself. Seeing the expression, Clark was almost afraid to ask. "What did you guys bet on now?" Chloe was not amused. "Pete took me for another five when I said you'd miss the bus again." Ross just put up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, it ain't my fault you picked the one day he actually showed." Nodding to his friend, he added a sincere "No offense, Clark."
EXT. - SMALLVILLE HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
After pulling up to the curb by the school's main building, the bus doors open, and the students pour out. As usual, Clark is last, not wanting to hurt anyone by shoving his way through the crowd. Dutifully, Pete waits for his friend, while Chloe looks around absent-mindedly. "Just waiting for everyone's favorite raven-haired cheerleader...in three, two, one..."
At that precise moment, Clark saw her come around the side of the building. Lana Lang was 15 years old, just like Clark, Pete, and Chloe. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she carried a stack of schoolbooks. Around her neck was a necklace with a sparkling green gem. Clark had sworn more than once, that the forest-colored rock got brighter around him...but no one else ever seemed to notice. Heading in their direction, Lana simply smiled. Chloe and Pete returned the gesture, while Clark blushed and looked away. The moment she's out of earshot, both Clark's friends turn toward him, their expressions equally determined. Clark knows what's coming; they've launched into this routine before.
"You need to quit blushing, and talk to her", said Pete. Clark simply replied, "Not happening...no matter how often you say it. Besides, I get sick when I'm near her; you both know that." Chloe simply speaks her mind. "You're pathetic. This has been going on for three years, and now we're in high school. She's gonna end up with the first dumb jock who crosses her path...and if you ask me, he'd at least respect her enough to be honest with his feelings." Clark's expression changes, to one of genuine surprise. "You're pulling out all the stops this time, Chloe; don't hold back on my account." Defiant, she glares at him. "Okay, that's it - I've had it. If you won't tell her how you feel, I will. I'll also tell her you're a coward, and she deserves better. Now, I'm off to first period, which gives you an hour to make up your mind. Lana and I share second period this semester." Smiling with confidence, she leaves Clark standing outside with Pete. Looking at his friend, the latter speaks up. "I don't think she's bluffing this time, Clark. She's never shared a class with Lana before, and she's not wrong about you being chicken."
Clark sighs, fed up with this whole thing. "Fine...I'll tell her. No stalling, no running away. I just have to get her alone." Seeing a smirk on Pete's face, Clark is quick to shut him down. "Get your head out of the gutter; we got class, too. Let's join Chloe."
CHAPTER 4: INTERVENTIONS
EXT. - LUTHORCORP FERTILIZER PLANT - DAY
Meanwhile, across town, a man in his mid-twenties gets out of his car, in front of the local LuthorCorp building. His head is bald, and he wears a long, dark jacket over a shirt and slacks. Turbing briefly around to look at the scenery, his true identity is revealed - its Lex! Shaking his head in dismay, he simply utters one thought, before entering the facility..."Thanks, Dad."
INT. - LUTHORCORP FERTILIZER PLANT - DAY
Lex walks down a wide corridor, following the pipes attached to the ceiling above his head. Suddenly, another man appears from around a corner, and smiles. Offering his hand, Lex kindly shakes it. Introducing himself, the man's demeanor is both efficient yet a little too verbose. "Gabe Sullivan, Mr. Luthor; welcome to Plant 4. Did you have trouble finding the place?" "Not at all," Lex replies. "I've been to Smallville before, but it was a while ago." "Ah, yes, I remember now," Gabe chatters. "The meteor shower. That's how you lost your hair." Lex stops walking, and his expression is now cold. Noticing the change, Gabe quickly tries to save face. "My apologies, sir; I get carried away. I hope I didn't strike a raw nerve." There's a brief silence, followed by Lex's reply. "Your memory serves you well, Gabe...but its something I've spent the last decade trying to avoid mentioning in public. You are to do the same, from this point forward. Understood?" Stammering for a moment, Gabe nods. "Yes, sir...uh, I mean, Mr. Luthor."
"Mr. Luthor is my father; you may call me "sir" or "Lex", but I expect no more casual outbursts while I'm on the property. Now, shall we continue to your office?" Gabe nods again, and the two resume their pace. "This way, uh...Lex."
INT. - SMALLVILLE HIGH HALLWAY - DAY
The building's interor is like most middle-class American schools, with tile floors, rows of lockers on both sides, and a few windows. Reddish-orange flags hang from the ceiling, adorned by the silhouette of a black bird and some yellow text. These represent the school's football team, the Smallville Crows. We hear a loud bell signal the end of first period, and doors open while students fill the halls. Among them are Clark, Pete, and Chloe. Seeing Lana from about fifty feet away, Chloe turns to Clark. "Its decision time, Clark - you or me?" Gripping his backpack tighter, he starts down the hall, moving in Lana's direction. She sees him, and smiles again. "Hey, Clark; I only have a couple of minutes before the next class. What's up?" Turning back to look behind him, Clark sees Pete smiling, and Chloe with that determined look again. Facing Lana again, Clark stammers a bit. "Look, I know we've been friends for a while, but...uh...well..."
Sensing his nervousness, Lana tries to reassure him. "Go on, Clark; I'm listening." Suddenly, he just blurts it out quickly, like one long word. "Will you go out with me?" Lana's reaction is laughter, but not the cruel variety. Seeing Clark's reddened face, she simply nods. "Yes, I'd like that. Come by the house later, and we'll discuss it." Clark's expression is one of joy, but quickly turns to pain. The gem on Lana's necklace glows brighter, and Clark hears a high-pitched tone. Doubling over, he closes his eyes. Seeing this, Lana becomes worried. "What's wrong, Clark?" "Your necklace", he groans. "Its glowing. I gotta go; see you around five tonight." Backing up, he turns in Pete and Chloe's direaction; halfway back to them, his pain stops. Breathing heavily, he speaks to Chloe. "I tried telling you, but you pushed me. I hope you understand now." Leaving them behind, he disappears around another corner. Chloe turns to Pete, her face showing a small amount of regret. "I always thought he was just too scared. What's with him and her necklace?" Pete just shrugs. "Not sure, but it contains a piece of the meteor that killed her folks. Clark's always been sick around the stuff, but he could never explain why."
EXT. - LOEB BRIDGE - DAY
Having a free period in the middle of the school day, Clark decided to visit one of his favorite solo spots - the Loeb Bridge not far from the LuthorCorp plant. He often came here, day or night, to gather his thoughts and just vent his frustrations. His usual questions were always the same - "Why am I so different? Why can I do things others can't? Why do I get sick around the meteor rocks? When will I have any answers?"
Sighing to himself, Clark leaned against the rail, thinking of the last few days. His adoptive parents were great, and he knew he'd never want to lose either of them...but he often still wondered if another family was waiting for him. Martha had told him about being adopted when he was eight, but he got the sense she was purposely keeping more of the story to herself. He'd asked a few questions in the past, but it soon came to light they didn't really know much more than he did. At this moment, all Clark Kent knew was he hated being different. His powers came with some perks, like never being late for school and getting detention...but having to hide them was a huge burden, too.
EXT. - ROAD - DAY
Meanwhile, Lex Luthor raced down the street in his convertible, blasting the stereo to drown out his own inner turmoil. Trying to pass a truck in front of him, he shifted into the opposite lane...only to swerve back upon seeing another car headed in his direction. Suddenly, the car's brakes went dead, and Lex lost control of the vehicle. Desperately trying to regain it, he begins to spin and drift at high speed...rapidly approaching a young man oblivious to the importance of this moment in his life.
EXT. - LOEB BRIDGE - DAY
Hearing the sound of squealing tires, Clark's mind is snapped from his own thoughts. He turns briefly, and tries to move without using his powers. But its too late, as the car smashes through the bridge's guard rail, sending itself and Clark into the water below.
INT. - SMALLVILLE RIVER - DAY
Opening his eyes underwater, Clark is absent-minded for a brief time...until he remembers the crash. Kicking his way to the surface, he checks the riverbank for any sign of the car that struck him. Finding none, he dives back below the surface, searching. Within seconds, he locates it about thirty feet down. Briefly hesitating, Clark realizes he has no choice...and rips the car's steel roof backward like aluminum foil. Grabbing the driver, he swims back to the surface.
EXT. - RIVER'S BANK - DAY
Starting chest compressions like he was taught in health class, Clark tries saving the bald man, laying in front of him on the ground. Finally, he sputters, coughing up water. Dazed and confused, the victim can only offer one thought. "Thanks, but...I could've swore I hit you." Not know what else to say, Clark simply tells the truth. "You did." Puzzled, he looks back over his shoulder at the wrecked bridge, as the man's coughing resumes.
EXT. - SMALLVILLE MEDICAL CENTER - DAY
Jonathan Kent's truck screeches to a halt, in a parking spot outside the local hospital. Getting out, he races inside, toward the main exam area. Locating his friend, town Sheriff Ethan Miller, Jonathan immediately starts asking questions. "Is he okay? What on Earth happened?" "He's fine, John", the lawman replied. "I'd say its a miracle, to be honest. Not a bruise or scratch on him. He's in Room 4."
Finally seeing Clark okay improves Jonathan's mood. Giving his son a hug, he then turns to the nearest deputy. "Who was the maniac driving that car?!" Having heard the commotion, the bald man enters the hallway from the neighboring room. "That would be me, sir; Lex Luthor". He offers his hand, but Jonathan doesn't take it. Instead, he simply replies harshly. "This is my son, and you stay away from our family." Clark starts to object, but a silent raising of Jonathan's hand tells him now's the wrong time for it. Lex takes the brief silence as an opportunity to speak, in spite of Jonathan's clear anger. "Thanks, kid. You saved my life. I really appreciate it." Clark simply grins slightly. "I'm sure you'd have done the same." Standing, he joins Jonathan's side, and the two depart...leaving Lex alone, apart from Ethan and a few staff workers.
I started this quite some time ago, and it's 9 chapters long so far. That may not seem like much on average, but I've poured my heart into it as a longtime fan (saw almost the whole series during its first run). Many changes have been made to various characters and situations, but I've tried to retain the spirit of the show as much as possible. I rely on feedback as a writer, so feel free to respond if you want more. Up, up, and away...
CHAPTER 1: DESTINY BEGINS
METROPOLIS CITY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1989
- INT. LUTHORCORP OFFICES - DAY
Businessman Lionel Luthor sat silently in his office, at the top floor of his company's high-rise office building, LuthorCorp. He'd inherited the business from his father Lachlan, who had started it thirty years earlier as an agricultural venture. Since replacing his late father as CEO ten years ago, Lionel had caused quite a stir in the corporate world, merging different businesses together in the fields of military technology and medical research. Many called him a crackpot, and Lionel had to admit the first few years had been a chore...but profits had skyrocketed in every area during the last 24 months. In the blink of an eye, it seemed LuthorCorp had done the impossible for the corporate world of the United States.
However, that was the least of Lionel's concerns at the present moment. Deep in thought, he kept repeating the same word to himself, almost in a trance.
"Veritas...veritas...veritas..."
Suddenly, a loud buzzing interrupted him, eliciting an aggravated response.
"What?!", he yelled. A young man's voice filled the room, sheepish in tone. "Uhm, I'm very sorry to bother you sir, but uh...."
Lionel frowned. This couldn't be good. "Now is not the time for nervous reactions, Siegel; get to the point."
"Your son has just arrived, and Robert Queen is demanding a meeting," the man continued, rapidly spitting out information to avoid annoying his boss any further.
"Damn", Lionel muttered.
"I beg your pardon, sir?" came the reply.
"Never mind, Siegel; thank you. Show them in." "Yes, sir."
Two large double-doors swung open electronically, as a pair of individuals entered the room. The first was a young boy aged nine years old, dressed in a private school uniform. His hair is a fiery shade of red, and his face slightly freckled. His expression is one of both awe and fear.
"Lex, keep your posture", Lionel ordered.
The boy obeyed, looking straight ahead, his lips quivering slightly.
"Better", Lionel said, turning his attention to the other man in the room. A fellow corporate titan, Robert Queen stood tall, about six feet two inches in total, with medium blond hair, a square chin, and eyes like emeralds, in a face that shows one emotion: contempt.
"What the hell are you trying to pull, Lionel?" Queen yelled, his voice full of bile and contempt.
Lex gasped, surprised that anyone would dare challenge his father in his own building. "I got word you just outbid me for Virgil Swann's communications satellite, at the last minute no less!" Robert fumed. Still cold in his expression, Lionel stared the Queen family patriarch in the face.
"It's called good business, Robert."
"That deal was finalized twenty minutes ago, by Swann himself; how on Earth did you manage this?!" Robert snapped.
"Simple", Lionel replied. "I convinced him to extend the negotiation period."
Not fooled for a moment, Queen continued. "You threatened him, didn't you? I know your hands are far from clean, you malicious bastard."
"That would be most irresponsible, Robert...and not too different from one of your own ploys a few months back, as I recall," Lionel said, grinning.
"Working within the bounds of the law to establish mutual benefits between competitors is very different from intimidating the world's foremost authority on astronomy. I just spoke with Swann again before coming here; he wouldn't explain the matter."
Lionel rose from his chair.
"Our meeting is adjourned, Mr. Queen. I have an appointment to keep in a small town not far from here. Let's go, Lex."
Forcefully placing a newspaper on Lionel's desk, Queen said, "You might want to avoid the chopper, Luthor. NASA detected a meteor shower approaching North America a few hours ago."
"Enjoy your vacation in the Bahamas, Robert; give my regards to Moira and Oliver," Lionel said. Walking out of his office, the two Luthors boarded a private elevator. Once the doors had closed, Lex spoke.
"Where we off to, Dad?" Grinning, Lionel adjusted his own suit and tie.
"A meeting with destiny, my son...in the town of Smallville."
CHAPTER 2: BEAUTY & TRAGEDY
INT. - NELL'S FLOWER SHOP - DAY
Jonathan and Martha Kent drove their old pickup truck down Smallville's main street, stopping at Nell Potter's flower shop. Martha knew her husband had dated Nell in the past, but rested peacefully in knowing he'd married her. She'd turned down prosperous business offers in Metropolis, Gotham, and Central City to live as a farmer's wife, but had no regrets. Jonathan had earned her trust long ago, and the only thing making her sad was learning she was barren. They'd tried artificial methods, and wanted to adopt, but opportunities weren't plentiful in remote locations like this. Still, she hoped for a miracle every day, and tried her best to think of other things. Opening the door for her, Jonathan entered the shop second, an example of chivalry to the end.
Looking up, Nell recognized them immediately. Jonathan had broken up with her several years ago, but it still hurt a bit for her to see him, especially when Martha was around. She'd never been good at letting things go, which had strained her attempts at romance many times. Taking care of her 4-year-old niece Lana was a great comfort, since her sister Laurel was considering a return to the workforce.
Lewis Lang, Lana's father, was a kind and supportive man, always thinking of others before himself. She envied both Laurel and Martha for having good husbands, but tried not letting it show.
Seeing Martha approach the register, Nell tensed slightly, but still maintained a professional attitude. "Afternoon, Martha; what can I get for you today?"
"I'm looking for some red tulips, but it seems you're out", Martha replied, gesturing to an empty section nearby.
"No offense, but don't you get tired of having the same flowers?" Nell asked.
"What can I say? I guess I'm just traditional that way," Martha said, shrugging.
Nell sighed, a small bit of frustration evident in her voice. "Well, this town certainly is full of that."
Hearing the conversation, Jonathan approached the counter.
"What's up, Nell?" Looking briefly in his eyes, she quickly glanced back down.
"Just wishing Smallville was a little more lively, that's all. Martha's after her usual, but I sold the last bundle to some teenager yesterday for his 6-month anniversary."
Looking at his wife, Jonathan spoke. "You sure you won't stand for something else, honey?"
"No, thanks", she said. "Could you place another order for me, Nell?"
Visibly resigned, the woman nodded. "Sure, just come back in 3 days, like usual."
Suddenly, a little girl ran onto the sales floor, the back of her pink dress open. Wearing a plastic crown and holding a wand prop, she leaped into Nell's arms.
"Calm down, Lana", Nell said, putting her down. "You're getting heavy."
"Auntie, I need help with my zipper!" the girl protested.
"Okay, sweetie; turn around." Finishing, she smiled.
"Excellent princess, as usual."
Noticing Martha in the store, Lana's eyes glowed with joy.
"Hey, Miss Kay!" she squealed, waving gleefully.
"Nice to see you too, Lana", Martha replied. "Let me guess...fairy queen?"
Nodding, the cutie hugged Martha's leg.
"Yup", she smiled. "Just waiting for Mommy and Daddy to get back."
Sensing the question, Nell said, "They're at the Crows game; it should be over soon."
"Well, we're outta here", Martha said. "See ya in a few days".
EXT. - SMALLVILLE MAIN STREET - DAY
Opening the door again, Jonathan escorted her out. Getting back in the truck, she turned to her husband. "Such a sweet little angel," she said, sighing.
"Don't you worry, baby", Jonathan smiled. "Our day will be here before you know it".
EXT. - SMALLVILLE OUTSKIRTS - DAY
Driving through the Kansas countryside was an enjoyable hobby for the Kents. They'd only been married two years, but had known each other since college.
Jonathan was studying agricultural history in Metropolis, while his late father Hiram tended the family farm. Martha had studied business strategy, first meeting Jonathan in a shared literature group. She'd asked for his notes on T.H. White, and without refusal, he'd handed them over. Confused, she'd asked how he'd know she'd return them, and he'd smiled.
"I prefer to think the best of people", he'd said that day...not knowing Martha already had her own notes, and was just feigning laziness to meet him.
He'd asked her out a few weeks later, and after a year of courtship, they'd become husband and wife. Martha was happy, though her father thought she was crazy for marrying a farmer.
Coming back from Nell's shop on the edge of town, their truck was jolted by a sudden road tremor.
"Kansas doesn't have earthquakes; what's happening, Jonathan?" Martha asked.
Suddenly, both their eyes went wide, as giant rocks with yellow and red fire trails darted across the sky.
Racing down the side roads like a madman, Jonathan floored the truck's accelerator, squealing the tires with every hairpin turn.
Finally, the ground shook again, this time causing Jonathan to lose control of the vehicle. Careening into a ditch, the truck flipped upside down. Checking Martha's conditon before his own, Jonathan relaxed.
"Thank God for seat belts."
Unclipping themselves, gravity pulled both Martha and her husband to the reversed ceiling turned floor. Scrambling out of the cab, Martha noticed something in her peripheral vision...a small pair of feet. Grabbing Jonathan's shoulder to get his attention, she pointed in the proper direction.
What they both saw was nothing short of a miracle. A massive trench marred the ground where an object the size of a small car had skidded to a halt. A young boy walked slowly toward them, wrapped from the waist down in a blanket of primary colors. He seemed oddly at peace with the devastation around him, until seeing Martha not far away. Moving toward both adults, the boy stopped. Looking directly into Martha's eyes, he said one word: "Lara".
Confused, Martha questioned Jonathan non-verbally. "I have no idea" came his reply. Turning her attention back to the boy, he looked at her again, and smiled.
"Well, we can't just leave him here, Jonathan", she said.
"Okay", he sighed. "Let's take him to the farm, and call Ethan. He'll have some ideas."
"What about that?" she asked, pointing to the craft.
"Leave it", her husband replied. "We'll come back with the trailer".
EXT. - SMALLVILLE MAIN STREET - DAY
Fires had consumed several small buildings, where other meteors had landed. Many cars in the street were also on fire, some with charred bodies behind the wheel. Among the chaos stood Nell Potter, a sobbing young princess held in her arms.
CHAPTER 3: THE SCHOOL DARE
INT. - CLARK'S BEDROOM - DAY
Clark Kent sits at his computer, pouring over Internet news articles. One headline reads, "Fastest Man Alive", another "5-Year-Old Boy Lifts Truck Off Father". Smirking to himself, Clark's research is suddenly interrupted by the voice of his adopted mother, Martha. "Clark, get down here! You're gonna be late for school!" "Not likely", he calls back. "I can reach the building in 15 seconds flat." Martha's voice sounds again, slightly more irritated. "Not in broad daylight, young man!" Groaning with exasperation, he powers down his computer and walks downstairs.
INT. - KENT FARM KITCHEN - DAY
The inside of the Kent family's farmhouse is warm and inviting, a mix of classic tradition with a few modern technologies. Coming down from his second-floor bedroom, Clark is greeted by Martha, her voice still annoyed. "How can you be fast as lightning and slow as molasses, all at the same time?" she asked. Dumbfounded, Clark just shrugged. "Practice?"
Hearing the discussion, Jonathan Kent entered the room. "Morning, son" he said simply. Bending slightly to kiss Martha, he smiled. "Hey, babe." Seeking to diffuse the moment, Clark cleared his throat. "I gotta catch the bus." Grabbing a pastry from the kitchen table, Clark headed outside.
EXT. - DIRT ROAD BY KENT FARM - DAY
Clark reached the stop moments before the bus arrived, and got on board. Seated near the back were his friends Pete Ross and Chloe Sullivan. Pete was black with dark eyes and very short hair, while Chloe was white with blonde hair in a short and wavy style. Seeing Clark approach, Pete simply nodded. "Pay up, Chloe." Grunting, she reluctantly pulled a five-dollar bill from her pocket, and handed it over. "You suck, Ross." Pete just smiled, satisfied with himself. Seeing the expression, Clark was almost afraid to ask. "What did you guys bet on now?" Chloe was not amused. "Pete took me for another five when I said you'd miss the bus again." Ross just put up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, it ain't my fault you picked the one day he actually showed." Nodding to his friend, he added a sincere "No offense, Clark."
EXT. - SMALLVILLE HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
After pulling up to the curb by the school's main building, the bus doors open, and the students pour out. As usual, Clark is last, not wanting to hurt anyone by shoving his way through the crowd. Dutifully, Pete waits for his friend, while Chloe looks around absent-mindedly. "Just waiting for everyone's favorite raven-haired cheerleader...in three, two, one..."
At that precise moment, Clark saw her come around the side of the building. Lana Lang was 15 years old, just like Clark, Pete, and Chloe. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she carried a stack of schoolbooks. Around her neck was a necklace with a sparkling green gem. Clark had sworn more than once, that the forest-colored rock got brighter around him...but no one else ever seemed to notice. Heading in their direction, Lana simply smiled. Chloe and Pete returned the gesture, while Clark blushed and looked away. The moment she's out of earshot, both Clark's friends turn toward him, their expressions equally determined. Clark knows what's coming; they've launched into this routine before.
"You need to quit blushing, and talk to her", said Pete. Clark simply replied, "Not happening...no matter how often you say it. Besides, I get sick when I'm near her; you both know that." Chloe simply speaks her mind. "You're pathetic. This has been going on for three years, and now we're in high school. She's gonna end up with the first dumb jock who crosses her path...and if you ask me, he'd at least respect her enough to be honest with his feelings." Clark's expression changes, to one of genuine surprise. "You're pulling out all the stops this time, Chloe; don't hold back on my account." Defiant, she glares at him. "Okay, that's it - I've had it. If you won't tell her how you feel, I will. I'll also tell her you're a coward, and she deserves better. Now, I'm off to first period, which gives you an hour to make up your mind. Lana and I share second period this semester." Smiling with confidence, she leaves Clark standing outside with Pete. Looking at his friend, the latter speaks up. "I don't think she's bluffing this time, Clark. She's never shared a class with Lana before, and she's not wrong about you being chicken."
Clark sighs, fed up with this whole thing. "Fine...I'll tell her. No stalling, no running away. I just have to get her alone." Seeing a smirk on Pete's face, Clark is quick to shut him down. "Get your head out of the gutter; we got class, too. Let's join Chloe."
CHAPTER 4: INTERVENTIONS
EXT. - LUTHORCORP FERTILIZER PLANT - DAY
Meanwhile, across town, a man in his mid-twenties gets out of his car, in front of the local LuthorCorp building. His head is bald, and he wears a long, dark jacket over a shirt and slacks. Turbing briefly around to look at the scenery, his true identity is revealed - its Lex! Shaking his head in dismay, he simply utters one thought, before entering the facility..."Thanks, Dad."
INT. - LUTHORCORP FERTILIZER PLANT - DAY
Lex walks down a wide corridor, following the pipes attached to the ceiling above his head. Suddenly, another man appears from around a corner, and smiles. Offering his hand, Lex kindly shakes it. Introducing himself, the man's demeanor is both efficient yet a little too verbose. "Gabe Sullivan, Mr. Luthor; welcome to Plant 4. Did you have trouble finding the place?" "Not at all," Lex replies. "I've been to Smallville before, but it was a while ago." "Ah, yes, I remember now," Gabe chatters. "The meteor shower. That's how you lost your hair." Lex stops walking, and his expression is now cold. Noticing the change, Gabe quickly tries to save face. "My apologies, sir; I get carried away. I hope I didn't strike a raw nerve." There's a brief silence, followed by Lex's reply. "Your memory serves you well, Gabe...but its something I've spent the last decade trying to avoid mentioning in public. You are to do the same, from this point forward. Understood?" Stammering for a moment, Gabe nods. "Yes, sir...uh, I mean, Mr. Luthor."
"Mr. Luthor is my father; you may call me "sir" or "Lex", but I expect no more casual outbursts while I'm on the property. Now, shall we continue to your office?" Gabe nods again, and the two resume their pace. "This way, uh...Lex."
INT. - SMALLVILLE HIGH HALLWAY - DAY
The building's interor is like most middle-class American schools, with tile floors, rows of lockers on both sides, and a few windows. Reddish-orange flags hang from the ceiling, adorned by the silhouette of a black bird and some yellow text. These represent the school's football team, the Smallville Crows. We hear a loud bell signal the end of first period, and doors open while students fill the halls. Among them are Clark, Pete, and Chloe. Seeing Lana from about fifty feet away, Chloe turns to Clark. "Its decision time, Clark - you or me?" Gripping his backpack tighter, he starts down the hall, moving in Lana's direction. She sees him, and smiles again. "Hey, Clark; I only have a couple of minutes before the next class. What's up?" Turning back to look behind him, Clark sees Pete smiling, and Chloe with that determined look again. Facing Lana again, Clark stammers a bit. "Look, I know we've been friends for a while, but...uh...well..."
Sensing his nervousness, Lana tries to reassure him. "Go on, Clark; I'm listening." Suddenly, he just blurts it out quickly, like one long word. "Will you go out with me?" Lana's reaction is laughter, but not the cruel variety. Seeing Clark's reddened face, she simply nods. "Yes, I'd like that. Come by the house later, and we'll discuss it." Clark's expression is one of joy, but quickly turns to pain. The gem on Lana's necklace glows brighter, and Clark hears a high-pitched tone. Doubling over, he closes his eyes. Seeing this, Lana becomes worried. "What's wrong, Clark?" "Your necklace", he groans. "Its glowing. I gotta go; see you around five tonight." Backing up, he turns in Pete and Chloe's direaction; halfway back to them, his pain stops. Breathing heavily, he speaks to Chloe. "I tried telling you, but you pushed me. I hope you understand now." Leaving them behind, he disappears around another corner. Chloe turns to Pete, her face showing a small amount of regret. "I always thought he was just too scared. What's with him and her necklace?" Pete just shrugs. "Not sure, but it contains a piece of the meteor that killed her folks. Clark's always been sick around the stuff, but he could never explain why."
EXT. - LOEB BRIDGE - DAY
Having a free period in the middle of the school day, Clark decided to visit one of his favorite solo spots - the Loeb Bridge not far from the LuthorCorp plant. He often came here, day or night, to gather his thoughts and just vent his frustrations. His usual questions were always the same - "Why am I so different? Why can I do things others can't? Why do I get sick around the meteor rocks? When will I have any answers?"
Sighing to himself, Clark leaned against the rail, thinking of the last few days. His adoptive parents were great, and he knew he'd never want to lose either of them...but he often still wondered if another family was waiting for him. Martha had told him about being adopted when he was eight, but he got the sense she was purposely keeping more of the story to herself. He'd asked a few questions in the past, but it soon came to light they didn't really know much more than he did. At this moment, all Clark Kent knew was he hated being different. His powers came with some perks, like never being late for school and getting detention...but having to hide them was a huge burden, too.
EXT. - ROAD - DAY
Meanwhile, Lex Luthor raced down the street in his convertible, blasting the stereo to drown out his own inner turmoil. Trying to pass a truck in front of him, he shifted into the opposite lane...only to swerve back upon seeing another car headed in his direction. Suddenly, the car's brakes went dead, and Lex lost control of the vehicle. Desperately trying to regain it, he begins to spin and drift at high speed...rapidly approaching a young man oblivious to the importance of this moment in his life.
EXT. - LOEB BRIDGE - DAY
Hearing the sound of squealing tires, Clark's mind is snapped from his own thoughts. He turns briefly, and tries to move without using his powers. But its too late, as the car smashes through the bridge's guard rail, sending itself and Clark into the water below.
INT. - SMALLVILLE RIVER - DAY
Opening his eyes underwater, Clark is absent-minded for a brief time...until he remembers the crash. Kicking his way to the surface, he checks the riverbank for any sign of the car that struck him. Finding none, he dives back below the surface, searching. Within seconds, he locates it about thirty feet down. Briefly hesitating, Clark realizes he has no choice...and rips the car's steel roof backward like aluminum foil. Grabbing the driver, he swims back to the surface.
EXT. - RIVER'S BANK - DAY
Starting chest compressions like he was taught in health class, Clark tries saving the bald man, laying in front of him on the ground. Finally, he sputters, coughing up water. Dazed and confused, the victim can only offer one thought. "Thanks, but...I could've swore I hit you." Not know what else to say, Clark simply tells the truth. "You did." Puzzled, he looks back over his shoulder at the wrecked bridge, as the man's coughing resumes.
EXT. - SMALLVILLE MEDICAL CENTER - DAY
Jonathan Kent's truck screeches to a halt, in a parking spot outside the local hospital. Getting out, he races inside, toward the main exam area. Locating his friend, town Sheriff Ethan Miller, Jonathan immediately starts asking questions. "Is he okay? What on Earth happened?" "He's fine, John", the lawman replied. "I'd say its a miracle, to be honest. Not a bruise or scratch on him. He's in Room 4."
Finally seeing Clark okay improves Jonathan's mood. Giving his son a hug, he then turns to the nearest deputy. "Who was the maniac driving that car?!" Having heard the commotion, the bald man enters the hallway from the neighboring room. "That would be me, sir; Lex Luthor". He offers his hand, but Jonathan doesn't take it. Instead, he simply replies harshly. "This is my son, and you stay away from our family." Clark starts to object, but a silent raising of Jonathan's hand tells him now's the wrong time for it. Lex takes the brief silence as an opportunity to speak, in spite of Jonathan's clear anger. "Thanks, kid. You saved my life. I really appreciate it." Clark simply grins slightly. "I'm sure you'd have done the same." Standing, he joins Jonathan's side, and the two depart...leaving Lex alone, apart from Ethan and a few staff workers.
