Clark Kent (Supernatural / Smallville ) AU Crossover

Chapter 2

Settling into Smallville was easier than you thought.

For one, being new made you basically invisible. You weren't exactly a local, so you had sort of free range. Not many people paid much attention. 

You could conduct your research without being questioned by a group of curious friends or adults. While you had gotten acquainted with Clark's friends, they never really asked when you would disappear to the library for hours. They probably just assumed you were a bookworm.

Chloe seemed overall excited that someone was as interested in the weird as she was.

That's why you're currently seated at the back of the library, adding another news clipping to your little journal.

The presence of someone momentarily distracts you. When you lift your head, the first thing you spot is the length of plaid.

"Hey Clark, what's up?"

Your eyes are back in your book.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. I just wanted to check in on you."

"I'm fine, just busy."

"That's good."

You thought that's all he wanted, but he was still standing there a bit awkwardly. 

You pause.

"Umm, did you need something else?"

If you're being honest he's been acting weird for the last few weeks. Since you discovered his secret. Now it feels like you understand.

"Clark, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Maybe he just needs reassurance. He finally looks a bit more calm, taking a seat right next to you.

"That's not what I was really worried about."

Now you're a bit puzzled.

"This doesn't scare you?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"The fact that I'm you know.." He looks around, then leans over.

"An alien."

You're about to laugh, but he seems serious.

"Clark, I literally told you I hunt monsters. I know angels and I'm pretty sure this town is filled with supernaturally powered people. I think  a harmless alien that runs around actually helping people are the least of my problems."

Despite his previous unease, he leans back in his chair with a smile.

You sort of understand his hesitance. None of his friends are aware of this. His powers, the meteor shower, his spaceship. They're all in the dark, so some part of him must assume that if they ever knew, they wouldn't be able to accept him.

Accept that secret.

You supposed it was never a worry for you. You've never stayed in a place long enough to wonder what other people thought about you or your life. You have no attachments, not like Clark. So there's no fear of losing that. You always thought that the only thing you needed was your brothers and your few hunter and angel friends. Clark has an entire life here. A lot to lose, to fear.

Closing your book, you turn to him slowly.

It might be time to come clean about your own fears, maybe it might give him at least a peace of mind.

"Do you know why I love books so much?"

He looks intrigued, shaking his head, ready for an explanation.

"A few years ago I learned that I have grace, much like an angel. I'm human but my body can accommodate something beyond my understanding. Some really bad people realized this and they tried to take me, make me into a weapon so my brothers did everything to stop it. For weeks, months, they went through every possible piece of text known to man."

You turn over your palm, staring at the small tattoo.

Clark's eyes drift to your wrist that has a small book with an S and an D marked inside of the small page design.

"I wanted to help, I wanted to feel useful, so I started doing the same. I did a deep dive and eventually we found a spell to make me invisible to the threat. Because of them I can live freely without fear. At that moment I guess I realized it. Knowledge is power. I've lost count of how many times that a spell, or some lore has saved our lives. I guess in some crazy way I clung unto that. In this life I know there isn't anything my brothers won't do for me, the same way your parents have probably always protected you."

The look of recognition flashes in his eyes and you smile.

"Being different isn't easy. There will always be a weight that comes with that, not just for us, but the people that we love. At the end of the day, all we can do is help make that weight more bearable. Reading, understanding what's out there, that's what I can do. Helping people, that's the part that you play. There's always going to be something to worry about, but it doesn't have to be what drives us. We can all make a difference in our own way. Just have faith that it'll work out."

Maybe he understands, because he looks a bit more at ease.

"You're right, thank you (Y/N)."

You grin.

"Anytime, now can you grab those books over on that shelf. It's pretty high and I saw something about mermaids, I can't wait to see what that's about."

Clark laughs as you point at the shelf.

He can already tell that your company will be an exciting little adventure.