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“You realize this is all a little hard to believe,” Jonathan Kent said.
He was staring at Spike’s lack of reflection in the mirror while the others stared at each other. Clark Kent had been on the telephone one moment, and the next he’d been gone. The only ones who didn’t look at all surprised were Martha and Jonathan Kent.
“It’s not like we have a lot of time to convince him,” Buffy said. “If he doesn’t help us, it’s literally end of the world type stuff.”
“So basically if this woman gets your sister, everything is over?” Jonathan asked.
“Why don’t you run?”
“That’s what we have been doing,” Buffy said. “But even after this thing is over, we’re going to have to deal with her sooner or later.”
“Why don’t you leave now?” he asked. “You’ve warned Clark. He’s pretty good at stopping these kinds of things. Hit the road, hide.”
Willow stepped forward and said, “She has my girlfriend. We aren’t going anywhere.”
“It’ll be ok,” Buffy said soothingly.
“You can’t know that. What if she’s already killed her?” Willow said. “It’s eating me up inside sitting around and waiting on a stupid boy to come back from being in a snit.”
“You need to calm down, lady,” Jonathan said. “And all of you need to lay off my son. He’s fifteen years old.”
“I was fifteen years old when I started,” Buffy said. “And I wasn’t this self-centered.”
“What?” she asked.
“He’s a little self righteous,” she continued, rubbing her throat where a bruise was already rising.
Spike snorted again.
“What?” she asked irritably.
“Bit of the pot calling the kettle black,” Spike said. He shrugged. “Figure it comes with the hero gig. You’ve gotta think you know better than everybody else to go out and try to change things.”
“You come into our home, threaten to reveal the secret he’s spent his life protecting…” Martha said. “It’s not him that would suffer if people knew what he was. It’s his father and me.”
Buffy expression tightened for a moment before it relaxed.
“When I was fifteen someone came to me and told me that every nightmare I’d ever had was real, and that saving the world was up to me,” she said. “I didn’t react very well.”
No one spoke, and Buffy took a deep breath. “I understand what he’s going through, believe me.” She shook her head and rose to her feet from where she’d been sitting. “If we had more time I’d give him the time he needed to make sense of it all, but if we don’t do this now, it’ll never get done.”
The sound of a distant explosion echoed through the night air.
They all turned to look; it had come from the direction of the middle of town.
“That was Chloe on the telephone,” Martha began.
“The same one who ran the computer check on us?” Buffy asked. “If Glory has anyone who could track her down…”
“It’d be the first place she went to look.”
The sound of a second explosion, followed by a third and a forth echoed.
“We need to get down there to help him,” Buffy said. “Spike will take Dawn and Anya and Xander and get out of here. We’ll meet in Metropolis.”
“No,” Willow said.
“I can’t wait any more,” she said. “I’m going to get Tara while Glory isn’t home.”
“You’re the only one who has even been able to make a dent in Glory,” Buffy protested.. “With the three of us, we can take her down for once and for all.”
Willow shook her head. “What if he can’t beat her?’
“Then we’re all dead, “Buffy said. “We’ve bet everything on this.”
“No,” Willow said. Her eyes blackened. “You’ve bet everything on this.” She murmured a short spell and a light appeared. “Lead me to Tara.”
“Damn,” Buffy said. “Spike, you take Dawn and the others. I’ll go after Clark.”
“Where do I take them?” Spike asked. “How will we find you again?”
“Call the Kents. Tell them where you are at. If you can’t reach them, leave a message at the Rosenburg house. I know the code to access Willow’s messages.”
“My son can take care of himself,” Jonathan Kent said.
“He doesn’t know what he’s facing,” Buffy said. “I do.”
“Get out of here, Chloe,” he said.
Chloe had already taken a step back from the woman and she turned toward Clark. “She’s a meteor freak,.” Chloe said. “She’s asking about Buffy and Willow.”
“Who are you calling freak?” the woman asked, her attention returning to Chloe. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it honey?”
The woman lashed out at Chloe, and Clark realized he was out of time. He allowed the world to slow around him until the woman’s arm was moving in slow motion and he charged.
In mid swing, the woman turned to look at him. Unbelievably, her arm blurred and suddenly she was moving at his time scale.
Her fist took him directly in the face, and the next thing he knew he was flying backward, plowing through one wall after another wall.
He finally came to rest in a mound of rubble. He lay stunned for a moment even as he heard entire sections of the roof collapsing in the spots where he’d been.
He couldn’t believe she’d been so fast…
“I guess that’s that,” he heard her say. “Now as for you, little Miss judgmental, I suppose I’m going to have to find something to do with you.”
Chloe cried out, and Clark stiffened.
“Don’t cry,” she said. “Nobody’s going to be able to do a thing.”
This time Clark didn’t even bother to give her any warning. Instead he simply charged her, plowing into her at supersonic speeds and pushing her through the far wall of the Torch.
The sound of the thunderclap temporarily deafened Chloe, and it was all she could do to escape before the roof caved in.
Willow had taken one of the cars and Buffy cursed as the others loaded into the other vehicle. It was a long run from the Kent house to the school and by the time she got there the fight might be over.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
Jonathan Kent stood behind her with keys in his hands. “I’m going after my son,” he said. “If you want a ride you can go with me.”
She wanted to protest that this wasn’t his fight, but the stubborn expression on his face reminded her of her mother, and she simply nodded.
Loading up into the truck as the others left, she saw the light in the sky several seconds before the sound of the explosion reached them.
“Looks like the gas main blew,” Jonathan said calmly.
As he threw the truck into drive, she asked, “How can you be so calm about all this?”
“This isn’t my first rodeo,” he said. “Or Clark’s either. I know your people don’t have much confidence in him, but he has dealt with things like this before.”
“Not like this, “Buffy said. She winced as the truck lurched forward and gravel skidded from beneath their tires. The truck fishtailed for a moment before reaching the road.
“Every time is different,” Jonathan said. “But I trust my son to know what he’s doing.”
For the first time, the realization that he was at least as strong as she was seemed to strike Glory, and she renewed her efforts to struggle against him.
She hadn’t bothered to learn how to fight, obviously having come to depend on her enormous speed and power to overcome anyone she met.
Clark had fought mutants who were almost as strong as he was, and he remembered the lesson Buffy had taught him in his parent’s kitchen. As long as he kept his feet set, she couldn’t throw him around like a rag doll, and now that he had her hands in his, she struggled against him
The fire raged around them and she asked, "Who the hell are you?”
“I’m the one who’s going to stop you,” he said.
Trapped, she stomped her foot down hard and the floor buckled beneath them. A second stomp and it collapsed, letting them both fall into the basement.
He lost her grip and she was on him.
Chloe stared in horror as the school collapsed piece by piece around the two battling figures. Silhouetted against the fire, they seemed larger than life.
Her rational mind knew that she should go; it wasn’t safe to be anywhere within a mile of the school at this moment, and she could see people getting in their cars already to flee what they had to assume was some sort of terrorist attack.
It was like a nightmare. Clark Kent, her best friend was a meteor freak. It was possible that he was the most powerful meteor freak in Smallville, except that woman seemed to be his match.
They were moving faster than she could see and only the sudden explosions as one of them or another plowed through a wall or were hurled let her see anything.
When the floor collapsed under them, she suppressed a scream.
A moment later the woman was flying uncontrolled through the hole and plowing into Chloe’s car in a crash that left her car a hunk of scrap.
Clark was leaping up through the hole, but the woman was already on her feet. She grabbed Chloe’s car and threw it at Clark.
Trapped in midair mid-leap, the car caught Clark head on and exploded in a shower of metal and glass.
A moment later he was back again, and the woman went flying.
Clark went after her, and a moment later he had her on the ground, her hands held above her head.
“Stop fighting!” he shouted at her.
She kneed him in the groin.
Chloe could see Clark’s body rise from the force of the blow, and he gasped and let go of her hands.
She reached up for his face, and before Chloe could call out a warning, there was a strange light coming from her hands as they plunged directly into his head.
He rolled, desperately trying to push her off, and she screamed as his fist impacted her face and she flew off him to land across the parking lot.
Clark lay still on the ground.
The woman groaned, and her body began to shimmer and shift. A moment later she changed, her body altering into that of a man.
He coughed and rose to his feet.
Chloe moved toward Clark. Against the kind of power the woman had, there was nothing she could do, but somehow she had to protect Clark.
He stared in her direction, and then staggered off into the darkness.
The fire trucks had yet to arrive when Jonathan Kent swerved into the parking lot.
Where there had been a high school the day before, now there was only rubble lit in places by fires. It reminded Buffy a little of graduation day.
The only illumination was from these fires, and in front of one fire she could see the silhouette of a female figure leaning over a body on the pavement.
She leaped out of the car, followed a moment later by Jonathan Kent.
Clark was on the ground, unconscious, and by the light of the fire Buffy could see the bruises on his face fading away quickly, healed with a hundred times even Slayer healing.
“He’s still alive,” Buffy said, checking his pulse.
“Get him in the back of the truck,” Jonathan said.
Ignoring the obvious size disparity, Buffy reached down and easily picked Clark up. He was at least twice her weight, if not more, but Slayer strength was more than sufficient for this.
Moving behind the truck, Buffy leapt into the bed without bothering to allow Jonathan to lower the read gate.
The girl Chloe clambered into the bed of the truck behind them, and a moment later the truck lurched into gear.
“What happened?” she asked the girl, who hadn’t stopped crying.
“This crazy meteor freak woman came. Clark fought her. I thought he had her until she stuck her hands in his head.”
Buffy froze. The hero they’d pinned their hopes on had been drained by Glory. His body was healing already, but without his mind, he was of no use to them.