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The Women of Smallville 12/?

Women of Smallville</a>
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Historical fic/book/movie adaptation, AU
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana, Oliver/Chloe, Lucy/Jimmy
Rating: PG13 (at most)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, or the characters, or even the novel this is based on. If I did, I'd be as filthy rich as Lex.
Feedback: Silly question
Cover by: ctbn60

Summary: The girls of Smallville grow up as sisters, adopted by the Kents in 1860s Kansas. Their lives become entertwined with the Luthors and their friends.


Chapter Twelve: Secrets

It took little time for the Smallville rumour mill to latch on to the fact that not only had Jonathan Kent refused his daughter’s hand to the son of Lionel Luthor, but the two men were preparing to be engaged in a battle. Clark and Lois both felt caught in the middle as Lionel struck the first blow, and Jonathan retaliated.

Since his return from the war, Jonathan had changed somewhat. He had always been a strong man, but now he was even more stubborn than usual and none of the girls knew which way to turn.

The tension began to cause tempers to flare in the Kent household. With Chloe, who was normally the peacemaker of the girls, now married, there was no one to stop the occasional blow-ups between Lois and Lana who loved each other dearly but were also the same in temperament. Lucy tried her best to stop the arguments but her efforts often ended in tears.

As if that wasn’t enough, there were constant arguments between Jonathan and Lois.

“This would never have happened if the Luthors had never come into our lives. And you are to have nothing to do with that boy, Lois. Nothing!”

“You blame Clark for this?” she raged at him. “How could you? He has done nothing wrong!”

“Except refuse to obey his father,” Jonathan raged back.

“Jonathan, we both know this has nothing to do with Clark and Lois, or Lana. It has everything to do with Lionel.”

The blonde man turned on his wife. “Don’t you turn on me too, Martha. Lionel Luthor has done nothing but poison our lives from the day you met him.”

“And that is not Clark’s fault. Clark is a good boy and I will not have you continuing to blame him for his father’s faults. You know if things had been different, Clark could have been ours.”

Lois stared at them in shock.


“We were here, surveying the land that would be the farm the day the meteors struck,” Martha told her.

Lois remembered something about a meteor shower when she had been three. Her father had barely spoken of it, but she knew of the meteor shower, having heard the stories from others.

“Something else came down in that meteor shower, Lois. We saw it happen. Only when we got to where it landed, we were too late.”

Speechless, Lois could only listen as Martha told her the story. They had found what appeared to be a spaceship, but there had been a woman there, holding a boy aged around nine years old. All his hair was gone, except for a little red tuft on his crown. A second boy had been with her, much younger, doing his best to comfort her as she rocked the boy in her arms.

Jonathan had called to see if she needed help and the woman had looked up at him.

“I know you,” she said softly.

“I’m Jonathan Kent,” he told her.

“Lillian. Lillian Luthor. This is my son, Alexander. And this is ... my other son.” Her gaze had flicked over to Martha and her eyes had widened. Then she turned back to the boy, appearing to make an instant decision. “Clark.”

Jonathan had doubted that the little boy was hers, seeing what was lying just a few feet away.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” he asked.

“Alexander is ... very sick. I need to get him home.”

“We have a wagon, just up the rise,” he suggested.

“Thank you, but we will be all right,” she answered, getting to her feet. “Come along Clark,” she added, shifting the boy in her arms. The dark-haired boy clung to her skirt as they walked away, leaving the pod behind.

Lois found herself staring at her parents in disbelief. Clark had come from ... She wondered why they were telling her this now. She had noticed Clark was different. Just little things that had added up, but she had never asked him about it and he had never told her anything of his heritage other than the fact he was adopted and didn’t remember his birth parents.

“Do you think he knows?” she asked.

“We don’t know, sweetheart.”

“What happened to the ... the ... ship?” she whispered.

“We buried it,” Jonathan said. “Out in the field which is now the back forty.” Lois nodded. It was a parcel of forty acres out near the woods.

“It’s been there, all this time?” Lois raised her hand to her mouth. “I need to talk to Clark.”

She got up and ran to the door.

“Lois, no, I meant what I said,” Jonathan called after her, but she refused to listen.
She ran to the mansion. One of the servants was out in the garden when she ran up the long driveway. Lex was talking to the man but he turned and frowned at her.

“Lois? What’s wrong?”

“Clark. I need to talk to Clark.”

“I’m afraid he’s not here.”

Panting, Lois glared at him in frustration. “There’s something I need to ...”

“Hey, slow down,” he told her. “Has something happened to your mother and father?”

“No. I ...”

She beckoned to Lex to follow her. He did so with a puzzled frown. Lois waited until they were far enough away from the house to be out of earshot of anyone who might want to listen in.

“Did you know? About Clark?”

“I don’t understand, Lois.”

“Where he comes from. The meteor shower.”

Lex’s eyes were doing an odd little dance as he looked at her. But if he was going to deny it, it was already too late.

“You do know, don’t you? You know everything, but Clark doesn’t!”

Lex grasped her arms suddenly in a very painful grip.

“Lois, you must never tell anyone what you know!” he said vehemently.

“Why? Why have you kept the truth from him? He deserves to know!”

“I promised our mother,” Lex told her. “I promised her I would always protect him.”

“From what?”

“Lionel. Can you imagine what Lionel would do to him if he knew? It’s one of the reasons Mother left when Clark was so young. She was afraid of what he’d become if Lionel raised him.”

Lois was horrified at the thought. Knowing how ruthless Lionel was, the thought that Clark might become something akin to that was something she could never bear.

That was not all. If it were to get out that Clark was anything more than what he appeared to be, the world could view him very differently. In many ways, he was like a man out of time. The world was not ready for what he could do.


Clark entered the mansion quietly. He had been away for two days in Metropolis at his father’s behest but he had not enjoyed his time there at all. The entire two days, his father had lectured him on his behaviour and what was expected of him. And it was certainly not marrying Lois Lane.

It was Lex’s last night of his vacation. Tomorrow he would be returning to the city to resume his duties in the business and Clark was going to miss him dreadfully.

As he passed the door to the drawing room, he saw Lex standing over the hearth, staring into space.

“Is that you, Clark?”

“Yes, Lex,” he said, going in.

“Close the doors,” Lex said quietly. “We need to talk.”

Frowning, Clark turned and closed the doors.

“Lock them too, please Clark. I don’t want anyone coming in or listening in.”

“What is it, Lex?” he asked once he had sat down where Lex indicated.

“Lois came to see me today. She learned something about you. Something that has me very concerned.”

“What is it? Is she all right?”

“No, Clark. She is not all right. She is actually very worried about you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Clark, do you remember how you came to us? How Mother adopted you?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head and wondering what this was all about. What he remembered about his childhood was growing up in Marseilles, raised by their mother.

“Clark, Mother begged me to never tell you the truth about who, or what you are. Even though we knew you had strange abilities.”

“What do you mean, the truth?”

“Clark, you were not born here. We have no idea where you come from, only that you came to us from the stars.”

Clark rose, staring at his brother in shock.

“What? That’s ... that’s impossible!”

“I am afraid it’s true. You came down the day of the meteor shower. The year was 1849. Fire rained down from the heavens and we all thought we were doomed. There was no Smallville then. Kansas didn’t begin settlement until the 1830s and the land surveyors didn’t begin in this area until around the time of the meteors.

Clark nodded. Jonathan had told him that he and Martha had only come to Smallville a year before Lana’s aunt had died. Before then, they had lived in the city, earning enough to be able to buy a large parcel of land which would later become the farm. Jonathan’s family had always been farmers and he had lived with his parents on their plantation in Georgia until they had died.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” he asked.

“Mother wanted to protect you. She knew, as I did, that if Father learned the truth about you ...”

“How did I get here?” Clark asked sharply. “Presuming all this is true?”

“A ship. Jonathan and Martha took it with them and hid it somewhere safe. When they bought the land they buried it in what is now the back forty.”

Clark was stunned at these revelations. This was not how he imagined his life would be.

“There’s something else, Clark,” Lex said, getting up again to pick up a box from the mantelpiece. “Mother found this and asked me to keep it safe.”

Lex pulled out a small object wrapped in oilcloth. He slowly unwrapped the material and showed Clark the metal disk. It was smooth on one side and on the other there were odd symbols etched into it.

Clark tightened his hand around it, biting his lip to try and suppress the rising anger. But it bubbled up and he could no longer hold it in.

“How could you do this to me, Lex? How could you lie to me all these years?”

“Have you any idea what would happen if people found out the truth about you? They would lock you up in some kind of insane asylum or worse. I could not allow that to happen. These are dark times, Clark. The war may be over but the bitterness remains. People are still hurting. Think how they would react.”

“I don’t care!” Clark shouted. “You should have told me the truth!”

Clark ran out, cracking the wood in the door frame as he left.


Lois had lain awake for several hours, concerned for Clark. She had just managed to drop off to sleep when she was woken again by bright lights outside. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes she went to the window and looked out. There was a bright yellow light in the field. Turning, Lois grabbed her robe and went out the door. Jonathan had also come out.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“I don’t know. All I can see are bright lights.”

Jonathan nodded. Together they went down the stairs and out the back door, pausing long enough to put on boots.

Peering out, Lois could only just make out a figure silhouetted against the bright light. Jonathan gasped.

“What’s wrong, Uncle Jonathan?”

“That’s where the ship was buried.”

It was Lois’ turn to gasp. “I went to see Clark and I saw Lex. I told him ...”

Jonathan looked at her, then out at the figure in the field.

“Clark!” he called.

The figure hesitated and Lois realised it was indeed Clark. For a moment she thought he was going to come toward them, then the lights dimmed and went out and he was gone.

The next morning there was a gentle knock on the door as they were eating breakfast. Lana went to answer it. Lois heard the joy in her sister’s tone as she talked animatedly with the visitor.

Lois glanced at Jonathan. They’d made the decision not to tell anyone, especially Lana or Lucy, what they’d seen. It was already strange enough without trying to explain it to the younger girls.

Lana came back in, followed by Lex.

“Jonathan, Martha, I must apologise for intruding like this, but Clark did not return home last night and I am worried about him.”

Martha frowned.

“What happened, Lex?” she asked.

Lex glanced at Lois, then at Jonathan. Lois shook her head slightly.

“There was a quarrel. He was very upset when he left.”

Martha frowned at him. “Has Clark ever done this before?” she asked.

Lex sighed. “He’s always had a temper but normally after a while he calms down. I’m afraid this time ...”

Martha appeared to notice the glances between Lex and Lois as she turned to the younger girls.

“Lana, Lucy, why don’t you two go and see if the chickens laid any eggs for us today?”

“Yes Aunt Martha,” Lana said. She frowned briefly at Lex but followed Lucy out the door.

“All right you three,” Martha said. “I want the truth.”

Lois swallowed hard. Martha stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring sternly at them. Lex tried to look innocent, but even he shrank under her gaze.

“Well?” she said. “I want an answer. First Lois runs out of here yesterday wanting to talk to Clark, now you tell me you and Clark have quarrelled. Clearly this has something to do with what we told Lois yesterday.”

“Lois was right. I never told Clark the truth about how he came to be with us. Mother thought it best that he never learn the truth.”

“Son, I hate to say this, but your mother was wrong. Clark had the right to know.” Jonathan sighed. “I am certain it was him in the field last night. I checked there this morning and the ship is gone.”

Lois looked at him. “What do you mean it’s gone? How could ...”

She had known Clark was strong but she had had no idea Clark was that strong.

Lex sighed again. “I realise now what a mistake it was, but Mother was so afraid they would lock Clark up. She was always telling him to take care not to show his powers. To anyone. But he was so angry yesterday. I fear what he will do now.”



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 30th, 2012 06:29 pm (UTC)

AWESOME new chapter!!
Mar. 30th, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you hon
Mar. 30th, 2012 08:04 pm (UTC)
Wow! That was a fantastic chapter, very gripping indeed. Poor Clark, what a shock to learn who you are - and worse yet, that those you love the most have been lying to you.

Edited at 2012-03-30 08:06 pm (UTC)
Mar. 30th, 2012 11:28 pm (UTC)
The consequences will certainly be devastating for them all.
Mar. 31st, 2012 03:20 am (UTC)
Edge of my seat honey!! Poor clark I hope they find him before he does something foolish.
Mar. 31st, 2012 03:41 am (UTC)
Afraid Clark is going to do something very foolish in the next chapter.
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