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"My name's Marcus..."

"Marcus Bridgwater"

The man said out stretching his hand for her to shake. Rachel eyed his hand for a moment, being able to feel his emotions as she knew he was lying.

But why?

Looking at Corvus she loosened her grip enough for him to fly to her shoulder. Hesitantly she stretched her hand to shake his.

Big Mistake.

The moment her hand met his Rachel felt like a giant boulder made up of emotions came crashing on her as images of this man flashed in her head.

Rachel found herself standing inside of what looked like a bunker made of lead.

"Come back" a voice caught her attention as she turned around to see the owner of the voice. A girl Rachels age stood in front of Marcus as she grabbed one of her hair ties and slipped it on his hand. Eyeing the two figures Rachel started to notice how they looked similar to each other. As if she was his daughter.

"Hey, dad umm" Jordan started as he came into the kitchen of his house. "Mind if I leave early to meet up with Rachel at the Harvest Fest" he asked his dad who was cleaning a cup. "Uh...any chance this meetup is, like, a--like a date?"Clark asked his son, putting the cup down on the table.

"I don't know, maybe" Jordan muttered under his breath. "Yeah" he admitted. "Yeah?" Clark questioned. "Yes," Jordan clarified. "Yeah" Clark repeated, "yeah!" he exclaimed.

"All right, all right." Jordan told him, trying to calm him down. "Okay, yes."
"Yes, of course you can go!" Clark told his son. "All right, dad. Dad, ''Jordan said, trying to calm his dad again but failed. "This is what I was talking about about the Harvest Festival," Clark told his son. "Be cool," Jordan told him.

"If i have to hear anything else about this stupid Harvest Fest" Jon said comeing in the kitchen and walking past them. "Jon" Clark started but Jon interrupted him. "Farming or community or basically anything else about this backwards-ass town." he said, glancing at his dad and back at the kitchen counter. "Hey" Clark said, making Jon look at him, "I'm sorry about Eliza". "It's not about that, Dad," Jon told him, "I wanna move back."

"I lost all my friends. I'm probably never gonna play football again, and--and now, what?" he asked, "You just expect me to drop my life for everyone else's?"

"Look, I know, I know. A lot has changed." Clark said, trying to calm his son down, "but I promise you, it's all gonna work out." "You don't know that!" Jon yelled. "I get it," Clark said, "there was a time in my life when I felt just like you," he told him.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure. When was that? When you were, I don't know, lifting an oil tanker ''Jon said. "Or maybe flying laps around saturn?"

"Jonathan--" "No, Dad?" Jon yelled, interrupting him, "I'm not like you, and I'm not like Superboy over there, okay?" He pointed towards jordan. "And this town, it is my kryptonite. I hate it" he stated . Taking a few, Jon looked back at his dad. "Look , dad, um..Bryan Kelso's older brother has a place, okay?" he started, "he just graduated from Met U, there's a spare bedroom. It's just outside of downtown."

"I--I was thinking, maybe i could just stay with them.

"Uh, no, no" Clark told him. "You are not going to stay with the Kelsos." "You know what? Maybe I'll just do it anyways, then, because that's what Jordan did with football, and you let him get away with it." Jon stated. "Whatever." he said walking past his dad, "jordan come on" he told his brother.

"If this Harvest Fest is so awesome, let's have some real fun." Jon said before walking out of the kitchen. "Go" Clark told Jordan, giving him a hand gesture to 'go'.

"Thanks," Jordan whispered, walking faster to catch up with Jon.

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