Among Man

Among Man

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or Kyle XY.

Summary: Move over Roswell. What if Kyle XY woke up in Kansas and was found by a real alien?

Prologue

Clark Kent had celebrated his fifteenth birthday a few days ago and he was just as confused and upset as ever. What was he? His mom had always called him her special little boy.

He remembered when he was eight years old he had been playing tag with his dad in the front yard . All of a sudden he started to run faster than he ever had in his entire life. It had been amazing and scary thinking in child like awe at what he had done.

He found himself standing in the middle of a huge forest all by himself. He had no idea where he was or what had just happened to him. Was there something wrong with him. Where was his mommy?

His parents had called the Sheriff’s office and with his help they found him a few hours later in Palmer’s Woods crying at the base of a big tree. His mom had ran to him in tears and gathered him up in her arms telling him how much she loved him.

He thought something was wrong with him but she would have none of that. She held him close and rested her chin on top of his head, “You’re just special. You’re my special little boy.”

He had felt so safe and happy in her arms. Both of his parent’s loved and accepted him. He just had to be careful when he was around other people.

He continued walking through Palmer’s Woods thinking back to how his little party had gone. Chloe and Pete had come with gifts and some party snacks. The two of them were his best and only friends. Everyone else just thought him too tall, and way too dorky.

He was always last in gym class to be picked for anything. At first he didn’t seem to care but then it started to hurt his feelings. His dad didn’t want him to play sports for fear of him doing something “not normal” and hurting or scaring someone into revealing his secret.

His dad would always ask him what kind of sports were being played in gym and he was told what he could and couldn’t play. All the other kids thought his odd and shunned him in their cruel ways.

Chloe and Pete always stuck by him. Chloe had only been his friend for a few years now but Pete had always had his back. Now the three of them were inseparable.

He saw Chloe smiling and handing him the gift she had bought him after he had got done blowing out all fifteen candles on his homemade chocolate cake his mom had baked. He had smiled in glee as he tore through the shiny wrapping without remorse to see that she had gotten him a football. It made him laugh. At least he had the cows to watch him play in all his “freaky” glory.

He thanked her and quickly took Pete’s to see that he had made him a cool mixed soundtrack with all his favorite songs on it. This would come in handy while he did chores out in the barn.

His mom and dad had bought him clothes and a new pair of shoes. They always got him what he needed and he was thankful.

He had invited Lana but she had never showed. She never did. It always hurt, but he understood. Why would someone as cool as her want to be seen with some “freaky” farm boy?

After the gifts had all been opened and the cake was inhaled, the three of them made their way to his Fortress of Solitude which was what his dad called the loft in the barn he had built for him. This was where he would go when he needed space to brood or vent his frustrations.

Chloe had taken a seat on his sofa along with Pete while he took the seat at his desk. Chloe then looked at Pete in an odd way and Pete cleared his throat.

“Clark,” Pete asked which got his attention, “I really,” he said only to be elbowed in the ribs by Chloe which made him yelp, “We really need to ask you a question.”

“Crap,” Clark thought looking at the two of them with his usual blank emerald green eyes when this happened, “I’ve been so careful with my powers. How could they know?”

“We,” Chloe said leaning up, “Sort of…you know…kind of…we read your journal.”

Green eyes narrowed, “What?”

“It was just lying there in that locked drawer,” Chloe told him nervously, “Just begging to be read Clark.”

“We know it was wrong of us,” Pete said not liking the look in those green eyes, “I tried to tell Chloe but her crowbar would hear none of it.”

“Lock-pick,” Chloe snapped, “The crowbar was for backup just in case.”

Clark was shaking and the two of them saw this. He didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. How could they do this? Did he ever snoop through their things? Weren’t they his friends? He trusted them. He just gave them cake for god’s sake.

“We read it,” Pete said, “But only because you were acting all weird.”

“weirder than usual,” Chloe corrected, “And we got worried because you would not tell the truth.”

“When,” Clark asked looking at the drawer as fear settled into the pit of his stomach making him feel ill.

“Two weeks before the semester was over,” Pete said.

“You mean,” Clark asked looking at the two of them in disbelief, “You’ve known about me for months now?”

“Clark,” Chloe said smiling trying to reassure him, “It’s okay.”

“So what if you like guys,” Pete said which earned him a sharp slap across the shoulder.

Clark’s face burned. They knew. They knew about the locker room stories and happenings. They knew about him having a crush on Lana’s boyfriend Whitney. They knew about his wet dreams that were about Whitney. They knew. They fucking knew!

“Why,” Clark asked holding back the tears of shame, “Why did you wait until now to tell me that you knew? Why on my birthday?”

“We didn’t know what to do or think,” Chloe told him honestly, “We never even suspected and we could not hold it in anymore that we knew.”

“But its okay,” Pete said, “We accept you Clark. We would never leave you.”

He had closed his eyes and smiled. He had been so afraid that everyone would leave him if they knew about him not being straight. Only god knew what would happen if they knew he was even more of a freak with his strange powers.

He opened his emerald green eyes and asked in a low voice, “You don’t hate me?”

“Clark,” Chloe snapped which made him and Pete jump, “I love you, you big tall dummy.”

“I’m not a dummy blondie,” Clark said in reproach, “I act dumb so I can get what I want.”

“Noted,” Chloe smirked, “Now about gay porn, isn’t it hot?”

“Chloe,” Pete wailed, “I’m a virgin.”

“Aren’t we all,” she snorted, “But aren’t they nice?”

“Oh dear lord,” Clark said and could not help but laugh at Pete’s face.

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He continued walking through the woods smiling at how crazy the three of them were when they were together. He took a seat at the base of the big tree where his parents had found him crying at all those years ago and wiped a tear away.

He had saved a man named Lex Luthor yesterday when he had been ran over by his nice car on the bridge. The both of them had went off the bridge into the water. He should have been dead but there was not a mark on his body.

He had peeled the roof off Lex’s car like it was tinfoil you cooked steaks on. His life had been turned upside down once more. He was fast, strong, gay, and was now indestructible.

“Is this normal,” he had screamed at his dad as he shoved his own hand into the wood chipper, “Huh?”

“Clark,” Jonathan bellowed in terror as he pulled his precious son’s unmarked hand out of the machine and looked it over in amazement. The only thing shredded was his flannel shirt sleeve.

“What about this,” he had asked and literally kicked the tractor across the lot, “Is that normal dad? I’m not normal! What am I?”

“You’re my special boy,” his mother’s soft voice said as she walked up to the two of them , “More special than the word can describe sweetheart.”

She looked at Jonathan and then back at her baby, “I think its time we told you the truth.”

“The truth,” he asked feeling really sick all of a sudden.

The two of them had led him to the storm cellar that had always been off limits to him and showed him his “spaceship.” He had a fucking spaceship. He was a fucking alien! He was a fucking alien who had fallen in the meteor shower from another planet. So many questions were running through his mind but the only one verbal was screamed.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he hissed in pain and was gone in a green blur.

“Clark,” his dad yelled after him as a tear slid from Martha’s eye.

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He had ran into Lana at the cemetery who had gone to talk to her dead parents that had been killed during the meteor shower. Now he had something else to feel guilty about. He was lying to everyone around him and was now responsible for the death’s of many people. His life was fucking terrific.

It was odd. Why was he not feeling sick around her now?

He had spooked her but she let him talk to her parents. It was kind of strange but it made her happy.

It was in that moment that he realized something. He felt bad for it but it was the truth. He had wanted to get closer to Lana so be could be closer to Whitney in some way. He really was pathetic. It wasn’t worth causing someone else pain.

She had apologized for not being able to make it to his party. She had to help her Aunt Nell out at the coffee shop. It was always the same excuse every year but at least she was consistent.

He had walked her home and had no clue that Whitney had been watching with angry eyes. How was he supposed to know that Whitney was an ass hole. He soon learned.

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Pain had filled his senses when he felt the shove come from behind. He fell to his knees hearing Whitney tell him that he was this years scarecrow. It was the dumbest ritual ever. It was where the players of the football team would pick a victim and string them up on a cross in a corn field to spend the night half naked with an “S” painted on their chest.

He was thrown in the bed of Whitney’s nice truck. Why were they doing this to him? He had never done anything to them. He actually supported the football team when they weren’t doing something stupid. Men sucked.

Whitney along with several other guys stripped him down to his boxers and painted the “S” on his hard golden chest. They then tied him up on the cross and laughed at how sick he looked.

“Don’t piss yourself Clark,” Whitney laughed as he put Lana‘s necklace around Clark‘s neck, “Perhaps this will teach you not to mess with my girl, fag.”

Clark kept his head down so they would not see the tears in his eyes. He was in too much pain to care and he was cold. He could actually see his breath. He was Jesus of the Corn Patch. Where the hell was his two loyal disciples? Somebody save me.

It had been a few hours after the jerks left him when he slowly looked up when a spooky voice said, “I had hoped they’d of stopped this horrible tradition by now after what happened that last time.”

“Who’re you,” Clark asked weakly as the gem around this throat glowed angrily, “Please, help me?”

“You’ll be safe here,” the young man said, “They all need to be taught a lesson.”

“Who’re you,” Clark asked again not liking what he was saying, “What’re you going to do?”

“My name is Jeremy,” he said looking at Clark sadly, “They did this to me as well and now they have to pay for the pain they have caused.”

Clark looked back up when he smelled ozone but Jeremy was gone.

“Help me,” Clark called out weakly, “Somebody help me.”

Luckily for him Lex Luthor came stumbling through the patch a few minutes later to see his savior tied to a cross.

“My god,” Lex cried fighting not to fall down on his knees in worship and ran over to him, “Who did this to you Clark?”

“Lex,” Clark whispered painfully, “Please get me down.”

“Hang on Clark,” he muttered at how he was going to torture and then kill a bitch that would dare commit such blasphemy.

Clark almost cried out from the pain he was feeling and not knowing why. Suddenly he felt the ropes give and gravity kicked in. He fell to his knees and was feeling better than ever. All the pain was gone. Where did Lana’s necklace go? Damn. It was really important to her.

“Clark,” Lex asked as he watched the young man run around the patch picking up his strewn clothes, “Are you all right? Who did this? Give me a name, any name.”

“I’m fine,” Clark lied easily even thought he didn’t want to, “Thank you for saving me Lex. I’ll come by and see you later. I got to go.”

“But,” Lex called but all he could hear was Clark’s feet racing off through the patch. That was when he looked down and saw the necklace. He was going to find out who did this to his new friend and savior and he was going to make them pay dearly.

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He had raced to the school just in time to stop Jeremy from hosting a BBQ. He had been about to electrocute everybody on the dance floor and set the place on fire had Clark not stopped him. Lucky for him water and electricity did not dance well together. Jeremy had lost all his memories of what he had done as well as his powers. He was just a scared teenager who wanted to go home.

Clark had watched Lana dancing in Whitney’s hateful arms and he knew someone with her amazing beauty could do so much better. Whitney was an ass hole. What in the hell had he been thinking? It must have been the blonde hair.

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Now here he was leaning back against the tree smiling at how he had stacked all the football player’s trucks and cars on top of one another. The look on Whitney’s face had been priceless. Lana had looked extremely amused. He felt really bad that he had lost her necklace even though it was Whitney’s fault. But then again, that thing was kind of morbid. She was wearing a piece of the meteor that had stuck and killed her parents. She was better off without the evil thing.

He decided that he should be heading back to the farm. His parents might be getting worried sick about him. They were going to punish him and there was no way in hell he was going to tell them what happened. It was embarrassing. He would tell them about Jeremy. That might get him out of being grounded for all eternity.

He got to his feet and was about to zip back to the farm when all of a sudden a bright flash of light went off in the distance along with a loud crackle of thunder. A harsh wind blew through the forest and blew his hair out of his eyes. What the hell was that?

He took off in a quick blur to stop in a small clearing of trees. There was something or someone lying on the ground surrounded by a halo of burning white hot fire. It was so beautiful in the way that it burned but it did not consume what was in it or anything that was around it.

He stepped closer and the fire suddenly expelled into a sweet floral scented pearly mist. His green eyes widened in shock. There was a young man lying on the ground completely naked in the fetal position. He did not look any older than he did.

His hair was black and about as long and curly as his was. His skin was glowing like the mist that soon melted away. It was all pearly and shiny only to suddenly transform into flawless pale skin. He looked like a normal human lying there all naked and vulnerable.

Suddenly the young man’s eyes snapped open and Clark’s emerald orbs gazed into the bluest eyes he had ever seen in his life. He watched as the young man slowly sat up and Clark realized he had no belly button and was still very much naked. He adverted his eyes.

He watched him look at his hands and body like he had never seen any part of it before. Those intense blue eyes focused on Clark with much curiosity which made him feel analyzed. He hated that.

The young man was suddenly on his feet and was several inches shorter than Clark was. He was looking at everything with keen interest and intense concentration as if trying to understand it all. All the colors, smells, sounds were new and overwhelming. He took a step only to stumble and fall into Clark’s arms.

“Are you okay,” Clark asked in concern, “Are you hurt? Where did you come from?”

The young man looked at him and mimicked his look of confusion. His skin was so soft and smooth. How come he did not have a belly button? How come he was enveloped in fire that did not burn? He had to get him back to the farm.

“I’m going to help you,” Clark said being very careful with his strength so he did not hurt him, “Will you come with me?”

The young man looked down at his hand and then moved to take Clark’s in his other in order to compare them both. Clark was amazed and confused at what was happening. Did this young man have amnesia? Apparently he has no idea what I’m saying.

The young man put his hand on top of Clark’s to compare the size and Clark missed the glow that went off because he was too busy looking around for something to cover the young man up with. Clark suddenly felt warm and the young man smiled as he released Clark’s big golden hand.

Clark quickly took his hand back and took off his jacket to put on him in order to cover up some of his nudity. The young man looked confused at what he was doing but he allowed Clark to administer to him.

“Do you even understand me,” Clark asked and got a blissful smile, “I’ll take that as a no.”

The young man felt his nose and then reached up to touch Clark’s only for Clark to take his hand, “Come on,” he said smiling at him which he mimicked perfectly, “I need to get you out of here.”

He led the young man from the woods wondering what the hell he was going to tell his parents.

“Look what I found ya’ll,” he thought, “Can I keep him?”

TBC…

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