Believing is Seeing

Believing Is Seeing

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or the Voyage of the Unicorn.

Summary: Sometimes believing is all one needs in order to see the impossible. This fiction will contain male/male parings and it will contain some very strong language here and there as well. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter One

Lana was sitting on her bed looking through her mother’s drawing portfolio. Her mother had been such a wonderful artist. Everything in her work was so detailed and flawless. The only things that were missing were the character’s faces. They were left completely blank.

She saw a young woman in a brilliant gown standing in front of a waterfall with an apple in her hand. There was a majestic unicorn standing right beside her and it looked to be sniffing the apple. It was so pretty. She wished that the dark haired woman had a face, and that such fantasies could be real.

A cool breeze blew through her open window and she slightly shivered. It was getting late and she was sleepy. She got up, closed her window, and set her alarm clock so she could get up in time to for school.

She put all the drawings back into the huge folder and slid it back under her bed. She did not want her Aunt Nell knowing that she had been looking through it again. Her Aunt did not like for her to dwell on fantasy and things that could never be.

She climbed in under those warm covers and turned the lamp off on the stand next to her bed. She snuggled up real close with her lavender scented pillow and closed her tired olive green eyes.

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Chloe was sitting at her desk in the Torch typing away on the article about their resident pyro and the injustice done to him. It was going to be a really good one, too. Jordan had lost his parents and who would not want to take down the ones responsible for taking their lives away from them?

She realized that she was yawning and pushed save before getting up to fix her self some more coffee. Her can of Folgers was getting pretty empty and she knew it was not going to be long before she needed to invest in another can of yummy goodness.

She looked at the photo of Clark and her sitting next to the coffee maker and smiled. The two of them had gotten to become really good friends and it made her happy. She had a small picture of Lana tucked in at the corner of the frame as well.

All three of them had become really close in such a short amount of time. It all had to do with the meteor freaks coming after them. She wondered why that was. Oh yeah, they couldn’t keep their noses out of it.

She sat the frame down and filled up her cup with the lovely aromatic brew. She was going to be wired to go for the next hour.

She took her seat and began typing away once more. The clock ticked on the wall, but she was too lost in her story to see that it had suddenly stopped right at midnight.

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Clark rolled over in his bed and opened his eyes. He had been sleepy before and now he was wide awake for some reason. Why couldn’t he sleep? Was it guilt?

He sat up and looked at his clock to see that it was midnight. He could hear his parents sleeping soundly in the room across from his. His sleep patterns were all over the place nowadays. It was a wonder the cows got fed at all. The other day he had fallen asleep and fell over into the water trough.

He got up and walked over to look out the window. The moon was so big and full. He thought he saw some movement in the yard below, but shook it off. It was probably a stray dog or a cat.

He turned his light on and pulled out some Warrior Angel comics that Lex had given to Ryan. The thought of the boy that could have been his little brother made him sad. One more life the meteor rocks had claimed.

He looked the comics over and smiled at how Ryan had called him his superhero. It then became a frown filled with pain as he looked at his hands. He had held Ryan in his arms even after he was already gone. Even with all his powers, he could not stop death from taking those he cared about.

Would Jordan die as well?

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Wisps of sparkling amber light flew through a thin crack in Lana’s window. It fluttered around the room and gently hovered over Lana’s sleeping form. A wisp of light shot out in the shape of a hand and it gently caressed Lana’s smooth cheek. Then the light suddenly flew into a photograph of Lana’s mom on the wall.

The image of Mrs. Lang came to life and she began to jump from photo to photo until she was in the one on Lana’s nightstand.

“Lana,” her airy voice whispered to her, “You have to wake up, Sweetheart. They mustn’t find you.”

Lana’s eyes snapped open, “Mom?”

She sat up straight in bed and looked around her moonlit room. She must have been dreaming. There was no way her mom could have been calling her name and telling her to wake up. Maybe Aunt Nell was right. Perhaps she did need to stop looking at all her mother’s drawings.

A noise came from outside her window and she crawled out of bed to see what it could be. She pulled the blind slightly back and gazed down at the moonlit yard.

Her eyes widened and she ran out of her room with cell in hand to her Aunt Nell’s room.

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Clark’s cell began to ring and he quickly answered it before the ring tone could wake his parents.

“Yeah,” he asked.

“Clark,” Lana whispered, or was she panting, “Aunt Nell’s called the cops.”

“Huh,” he asked getting to his feet, “What’s wrong?”

“Something strange cut through my yard and it heading to your place,” she panted, “I’m running across the back field to your barn now.”

“I’ll be right there,” Clark said and took off without even thinking about putting on shoes.

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Lana put her cell in her pocket and kept running. She could see the three dark shapes over in the distance and she looked straight ahead to see Clark running towards her across the wet moonlit grass that seemed to sparkle like diamond droplets.

Lana stumbled and almost fell flat on her face when something landed right in her path.

“Holy shit,” she squeaked when she saw that it was an ax gleaming in the silver light.

“There they are,” a shrill voice shouted.

“Lana,” Clark yelled, “Over here!”

She raced right by him into the barn and he slammed the door shut. He quickly put the heavy wooden bar down with a clank.

“Who are they,” Clark asked walking up to her, “Was that an ax they threw at you?”

“Get you out of there,” a voice hissed from the door, “So we can hang you up by your toes and carve out your eyeballs.”

“No, thank you,” Lana said as she and Clark backed away, “Ya’ll better just skedaddle on out of here before the men in blue show up.”

“Kent,” that shrill voice called out, “Come out of there!”

“Lana,” Clark turned to her and whispered, “Run to the house and wake my parents. Tell my dad to get his gun.”

“What about you,” she asked trying to stay calm.

“I’ll be fine,” he said as something heavy connected with the door, “Go.”

She stumbled back, “But…”

“Go,” he ordered and pointed.

She ran.

“We’ve got them now, boys,” that nails on chalkboard voice laughed, “Break it down!”

Clark backed away just as the door busted open.

“Prepare to die, mortal,” that ugly voice called out.

“Who are you,” Clark asked, “Why do you want?”

“The prophecy ends here,” Bucktooth snapped while totally ignoring him.

Bucktooth swung his ax around and the blade shattered on contact with that mortal’s shoulder.

“Dark Abyss,” Bucktooth snarled angrily, “You broke me ax!”

Clark picked up a shovel and smacked the ugly creature across the face with it, “What the heck are you?”

Bucktooth went flying back into his men, and all three tumbled to the ground in an untidy heap of fur and leather.

“Clark,’ Lana shrieked from the opposite barn door, “Come on!”

He took off with her just as Bucktooth got to his feet, “After them!”

Clark’s phone rang, “Hello?”

“Clark,” Chloe yelled, “I’m locked in a broom closet at school. There is something here.”

“We’ll be right there,” Clark said, “Hold tight and find something to defend your self with.”

“Oh, I got an ax,” she said, “And I’m holding tight.”

Lana and Clark both ran up the porch just as Jonathan came running out with a shotgun in hand.

“Your mom’s called the cops, Clark,” he said looking at them.

“I need the truck keys,” Clark said and ran by him, “Chloe’s in trouble at the school, too.”

“Ah,” Bucktooth yelled as he ran out of the barn, “After them fools!”

Jonathan gasped and took aim as Lana ran and jumped in the passenger side of the truck and locked her door.

Jonathan fired a shot off and the bullet knocked Bucktooth’s horned rimmed helmet off.

“Ye Gods,” the troll roared in anger, “What magic do these mortals have?”

“Get on out of here you,” Jonathan yelled in his best redneck hick voice as he cocked the gun again, “Before I ram this barrel up your ass and fire away for Jesus!”

Bucktooth snarled, “Stupid mortal!”

Clark ran down the steps and told his dad not to worry. The creatures were after him for some reason.

“Ah,” Bucktooth yelled, “What is that?”

The truck roared to life and Clark spun gravel all over the frightened trolls as he sped on out of there. He had to get to Chloe and he knew that Lana would not buy the whole disappearing act again. She was just going to have to wait in her closet. He had to do this the old fashion way.

“After them fools,” Bucktooth shouted just as Jonathan fired another shot at them.

The trolls took off like wisps of darkness after that roaring dragon with glowing red eyes on its butt.

Martha ran out with the phone in hand, “What is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan said, “But Chloe’s in trouble and he’s heading towards the school.”

Martha called the cops back.

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“They’re right behind us, Clark,” Lana squealed as she pulled her seatbelt tighter, “Must go faster!”

Clark was glad that they were following them. That meant his parents were safe.

“Hold on,” Clark yelled and slammed on the brakes.

“What the fuck,” Lana screamed and grabbed the dash.

Something collided with the backend and Clark sped off again with a smile on his face. For some odd reason, that had felt really good.

“Son of an orc,” Bucktooth shrieked and rolled over, “After them you pussy willows!”

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“Oh me, oh my,” Tickle said dancing from foot to foot, “Where has the fair maiden gotten off to?”

“You scared her,” Jolly fumed, “I told you, no magic!”

“I’m sorry,” Tickle pouted, “Please come out, fair maiden! You are in terrible danger here!”

“Terrible indeed,” Jolly called out as well, “We’ve come to help you, fair maiden!”

Chloe didn’t open her mouth. She just held her ax in front of her and rocked back and forth on her heels. Where the hell was Clark? What the hell is going on? She dialed the police.

“Fair and lovely, Chloe Sullivan,” Jolly called out, “You must help us!”

“We need you,” Tickle said, “Please, don’t be afraid!”

“I’m Jolly the dwarf,” he said, “And this is my friend, Tickle the elf.”

Chloe covered her mouth. She was not going to scream. That would be most undignified. Well, hell! So was hiding in a damn closet. She was not going crazy like her mommy had. She was fine and sane. She was sane and just fine. It she just closed her eyes it would all go away.

“Chloe,’ Clark shouted in the distance.

“Clark,” she screamed and took off flying out of the closet and past the stunned figments of her crazy ass mind.

“Lock the door,” Lana cried.

Tickle looked at Jolly, “All three?”

“All three,” Jolly nodded and took off after the blonde maiden with Tickle on his heels.

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“Oh, thank god,” Chloe cried running up to them only to scream when she saw the hideous face pressed up against the glass, “What the fuck is that?”

Lana spun around and screamed right along with her when the fist shattered the glass. Chloe was so relieved that she was not the only one seeing these apparitions of faerie tales on crack.

“Trolls,” two voices cried from behind them which made the two girls scream again.

“Run,” Clark yelled.

“This way,” the two figments yelled and took off after them.

“Don’t listen to those figments,” Chloe yelled.

“You have too,” Jolly called over his shoulder.

“All will be well,” Tickle panted.

“How do you guess that,” Lana yelled only to run ahead of Chloe when she heard evil shouting from behind her.

“Because,” Jolly said, “It is written.”

“After them,” Bucktooth cried, “They mustn’t be allowed to escape!”

“In here,” Jolly yelled and the three teens followed them into the pool area only to freeze in their tracks.

There was a ship in the middle of the pool and Lana’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The figurehead was that of a golden unicorn’s head.

“What the hell,” Chloe asked, “How the hell did that get there?”

“Where magic is concerned, Chloe,” Tickle said as he pulled on her hand, “It doesn’t pay to ask too many questions.”

“Is that a shovel in your hand, Clark,” Jolly asked and the tall teen nodded. He had not let it go.

“Find them,” Bucktooth shrieked from the hall.

“Come with us if you want to live,” Jolly snorted even though he was scared to death.

“Oh, what the hell,” Chloe sighed and they all three followed the two onto the ship.

“How do we get out of here,” Clark asked.

“With the Moonflash,” Jolly said with a laugh, “If the Tides of Inspiration are with us.”

“Huh,” Clark asked not finding that comforting at all.

“How long will we be gone,” Lana asked.

“All of yesterday and the day before,” Jolly giggled as he pushed a button.

“Hold on to something,” Chloe yelled.

“No,” Bucktooth screamed like a wailing banshee at a riverside, “They’re escaping!”

Clark watched the pearly spinning mist flare from the spinning golden circles to encompass everything. Jolly was laughing his head off. Was this magic?

The world seemed to spin around in dizzying circles and Chloe was screaming her head off.

“I’m going to puke,” she cried out.

Lana was smiling as the ship seemed to soar through the air in circles. Her hair was flying all around her face and she could smell the salty air of what she thought was the ocean.

A bright white light filled Clark’s eyes and he saw ice blue orbs gazing at him before he passed out.

To Be Continued…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.