Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Discovery.

Harry walked into the gym area of his home. He walked forward, and saw Kara just wrapping up a work out. Her long blonde hair stayed tied back so it did not get in her face when she worked out. She wore a tight white shirt that stretched over her. Said shirt showed her bare midriff, and Harry found his eyes lingering at the exposed flesh on her belly area. The shirt was drenched with sweat, achieving a slight transparent effect. She also wore a short and rather tight pair of black shorts. Her feet were completely bare, with no shoes and socks.

He watched as she bent over to stretch. He felt a tightening in his pants, and wondered if they had always been a bit too small for him.

"Hi, Harry," said Kara as she stared over her shoulder, eyes shifted towards him. She had a smile on her face, a knowing smile.

"Oh, hi, Kara, I was looking for you…but I got distracted," said Harry in what he hoped was a casual voice. Kara just floated over, and landed a few inches away from him. Harry could see her cleavage from his vantage point.

"I noticed," breathed Kara as she took a step forward. Harry found himself backed against the wall, literally. "So, do you like anything you see?"

He looked at her, at her beautiful face, her body so close to his, all of her curves in those tight and slightly wet workout clothes. Harry tugged on his collar.

"Tell me the truth, Harry," continued Kara, as her mouth was up next to his ear. He could feel her hot breath against his ear. She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. "You seem hot, Harry, let's see if I can make things a bit more comfortable for you."

She traced her fingers in patterns down his exposed chest.

"You've been working out," commented Kara, before she closed in. He could feel see the outline of her breasts against her sweat stained shirt. "It shows, you seem to be in good shape. I'd imagine your stamina is high as well."

Kara reached over to grab a bottle of water from the table, and took a drink. She squeezed the bottle, and accidentally squeezed a bit too hard. The ice cold water splashed onto her top. Kara gave a slight sensual gasp, as her fingers ran down the bottle.

"But, I like your muscles down a bit lower," said Kara in a low voice, as she removed Harry's shirt off of his shoulders. Her hand reached his midsection as she rubbed her hands on the flesh. Her fingers skimmed his waist band, teasing to go lower.

Harry could not resist her any more. He managed to shift his arms around the wall, and reached around her slim waist. Kara's hand reached down, and he could feel her hand close around his length.

"Kara," moaned Harry, as she tugged on him.

"That feel good," whispered Kara in Harry's ear, as she continued. "You're so tense, so stiff."

Kara unbuckled Harry's pants. Harry rested against the wall, as she continued to play with him. Then she slipped her own shorts down.

"Kara, oh yes Kara!"

Before the fun could continue, Harry heard another voice in the distance.

"Harry!"

The images around Harry faded, and he realized he was being shaken awake from a dream.

His eyes opened up, as the object of his dream hovered above him. Kara wore a red bathrobe, and Harry wondered if she was wearing anything underneath it. He could see her lovely legs, her bare feet.

"Kara," said Harry.

'A dream, of course it was a dream' thought Harry, disappointed. 'They've never been that bloody vivid, or real before.'

"Harry, you were dreaming and moaning my name," said Kara. Harry could have sworn he saw a knowing smile on her face. "I wasn't…attacking you in my dreams was I?"

"One could make that interpretation," said Harry, choosing his words carefully, but Kara closed the gap between her and Harry. Their faces were a few inches together.

"I hope I wasn't hurting you," said Kara, as she pulled the covers back.

Harry was thankful he wore boxer shorts to bed at least, because if he had worn nothing, that quite the awkward situation.

"Yeah, it was a nice dream, don't worry," said Harry, as he adjusted to the sun on in his eyes.

Then he realized what he might have implied. Kara surveyed him, but she threw herself on top of his chest. She put her hands on either side of his arms, and pinned him down, as she sat cross legged over his stomach. Harry could see that she might not have been wearing anything under that bathrobe, which did not help with the blood flow leaving his brain and being diverted to other areas.

He was light headed, as she leaned down to look into his face. Her tongue trailed on her lips briefly.

"So did we do anything in this nice dream?" asked Kara, as she rubbed Harry's arm with her hand. She squeezed his biceps.

'That feels good,' managed Harry through his hazed thoughts. 'I wonder what else she could do with those hands.'

"Kara," breathed Harry, as she leaned closer. They were practically nose to nose.

Harry's mind was locked up right now; he was unable to properly think.

"That's my name,' she breathed, as Harry could not take her eyes off of her for any reason. She turned, and whispered in Harry's ear. "You know, I've had some nice dreams with you in them, too. Maybe I'll tell you about them."

Harry's mind ran wild with possibilities. Yet Kara was not done.

"Or do you want me to show you?"

Harry found himself unable to properly formulate a proper response. Kara sat on top of him, her skin pressed on his head. Her hands massaged his shoulders, and chest. She then scooted back, and brushed against the bulge of his pants as she moved.

She slowly rolled off of the bed. Kara looked at Harry, a smile appearing on her face.

"Well, someone needs a shower," said Kara brightly, as she shamelessly stared at the bulge in Harry's pants.

"Um, yeah," said Harry, managing to remember how to speak. "So…yeah…I'll…see you at breakfast."

"See you then, Harry!" called Kara cheerfully, as she blew him a kiss goodbye. Harry made his way out, quickly.

Kara licked her lips, as she followed Harry with her X-Ray vision until he reached the shower. She stopped, and sat down on Harry's bed.

She pondered her relationship with Harry. They started out essentially making a deal out of convenience with each other. Kara needed help finding Kal-El, Harry needed help finding the journal. Yet in the three months they had lived together, something more manifested between them. Granted, at first Kara enjoyed winding him up because he was so easy. For someone with such powers, he could be so gloriously dense about the obvious.

Yet, Kara found there was much more to Harry than she first thought. Harry was there for her, and taught her so much. She mastered all of her powers thanks to Harry, and he also taught her how to fight without them. Harry helped her embrace who she was.

Kara always heard there were two types of boys on Earth. The kind girls brought home to their parents, the nice guys to settle down with. Then there were the bad boys that were full of adventure, danger, and excitement.

Harry was a little bit of both, and that's how she preferred it.

Yet, she had a problem, they were good friends. Making the wrong move at the wrong time would be a disaster, and would make things awkward. Kara found herself wishing that Harry would be the one to make the first move.

Yet, they grew closer with each passing day, and Kara remained optimistic that it would be only a matter of time before everything lined up properly.

Kara walked off to fix breakfast for Harry. She had an idea that might entice him to make a move sooner rather than later.

Harry entered the kitchen, and noticed Kara had already made breakfast for them. Of course, his attention was a bit diverted from that fact. He looked at Kara, and his mouth went dry. She wore a red dress that hugged her body. Slowly, Kara bent down as she placed the dishes on the table.

"Hi, Harry!" called Kara, as she looked up. Her finger beckoned him over.

"Hi, Kara, "said Harry, as he found his eyes magnetically attracted to her. He tried to pull his wits together.

Harry found himself craving Kara more than anything that they would be having for breakfast at the moment.

"So, I made us strawberries, with whipped cream," said Kara, as she sat down on a chair that was close to Harry's. Her knee touched his, as she slid the bowls on the table. "They…taste really good."

Three months the two had lived together, and spent a lot of time together. Harry thought at first she was someone who could help him find the journal. Granted, she was help that was easy on the eyes, but then Harry got to know her and really enjoyed spending time with her.

She was smart, beautiful, and could make him laugh. Harry found himself really liking his friend as something more than one, and his mind slowly processed what he should do, what he wanted to do.

He found himself watching Kara dip and eat the strawberries. Her tongue licked the strawberry slowly. It was almost teasing, and seductive. Harry watched her, transfixed. She nibbled on it, and her eyes glazed back as she popped it into her mouth.

"So, Harry do you want some of this?" asked Kara, as she flew off the table, and parked herself on the table. Her legs were slightly spread, a few feet away from Harry's face.

"Yeah, I want some," managed Harry, not sure what he was answering, or what she was offering him.

"Here," said Kara, as she began to feed him the strawberries one at a time.

Harry's mind went haywire. No girl ever did anything like this for him. Yet, he found himself enjoying it. Kara's fingers lingered on his lips, tracing around them. She alternated between feeding the strawberries to Harry, and then eating them herself.

He could watch her all day. As she wore that dress, Harry found he could almost see down it if he gazed at her. He watched as she slowly licked the whip cream off of her face, after she missed her mouth.

It was almost like his inhibitions were being slowly broken away.

His hands beckoned to touch her, but he just barely managed to restrain himself. Kara was breaking down his will power.

"You've got some whipped cream on her lips," said Kara, as she peered at Harry through her eyelashes. Her hair swung as she leaned down. Her soft fingers brushed against Harry's lips. She took her own fingers, and then licked them.

Kara sat on the edge of the table, and naughty thoughts filled Harry's head. He considered pushing Kara back on the table, capturing her lovely lips in a kiss, and then pull that dress up over her head, before…

Harry was pulled out of hormonal fantasy land when his cell phone rang. He answered it, hoping that it was important.

"Hello," said Harry, as he adopted his most professional tone to hide his annoyance.

"Is this Harry Potter?" asked a voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yes," said Harry promptly, as Kara watched, annoyed her fun had been ruined. She turned around, to hide her agitation, by putting away the dish. "Who's speaking?"

"Mr. Potter, my name is Lionel Luthor," said the man on the other end of the phone. "I wish to meet with you, outside of Smallville City Limits. What is your earliest convenience?"

Harry sat up, interested at that point. He was talking to the man who bought the journal. Yet, from what he heard, Lionel had vanished around the time Harry arrived. So he remained on his guard, and prepared to see what he would deal with this new situation.

"One hour," said Harry curtly.

"Very good," said Lionel without another word, and the phone line went dead.

"So, do you want me to come with?" asked Kara. "You know, to watch you."

Harry pondered this. Normally, he would have agreed, and he would have let Kara follow him anywhere, especially in that dress. Yet, Harry had to keep his mind on business, and off of his hormones.

Something he thought died a long time ago. Yet, when his scars got healed, other things appeared to get healed as well.

"No, Kara, I can handle this Lionel Luthor on my own," said Harry, as he looked into her eyes. He could not trust himself to look anywhere else at the moment. "Plus we got the communication devices, so if I get in over my head, I'll call you."

"And I'll be over faster than a speeding bullet," said Kara.

Kara rushed over, and threw her arms around him. Harry returned the favor.

For a brief second, Kara thought he was going to kiss her, but Harry pulled away from the hug.

"Goodbye," said Kara, as she watched him leave, frustrated. She had Harry eating out of the palm of her hand, until Lionel Luthor had to call. "Good luck."

"Thanks," said Harry, but he was out the door.

Kara sank down, frowning. She felt another little nudge, about five more minutes, and he would have kissed her or maybe more.

She floated up to get changed. Harry gave her the morning off, her shift did not start until the afternoon today at the Shining Light Foundation.

Invisible, Harry flew for his meeting with one Lionel Luthor. Yet his mind kept getting pulled towards other matters.

He thought about Kara, and how he was falling for her fast. He wanted to kiss her so badly this morning before he left, but he barely managed to restrain himself.

He wondered why he would hold himself back, if he had the opportunity for something right there. Harry came to the conclusion that he was his own worst enemy, and the only reason why he was rarely happy in the past because of his own doing.

A part of him wished he never would find the journal. A nagging doubt in the back of his head told him that if he did, Kara really had no reason to stay with him. The bargain they made would be concluded.

Harry shook his head. He defeated trolls, basilisks, evil wizards, giant dragons, Dementors, and all sorts of other horrifying creatures that went bump in the night. Yet, this girl, a girl he liked, and seemed to like him on some level, he was afraid of making a move.

A part of him wished Kara would make the first move, but Harry thought that might be hoping for too much. His days of waiting around, thinking, and wondering had to cease. He would seize the moment, go for broke, and hope he would not get busted.

If this worked, Harry thought he would finally find that someone that he could be with for a very long time. If it did not work, well he would lose a friend for being too forward, but by now loss and people leaving him was something Harry was all too used for.

He did notice that she was flirting with him rather heavily, so the attraction had to be there. So, Harry made a decision. He knew what he needed to do.

Yet, there was something he had to do first. Business beckoned at the moment, and the journal could be moments away from coming into his possession.

Harry touched down, and got ready for his meeting with Lionel Luthor.

Lionel Luthor leaned back against a sign, as he awaited the arrival of the young man known as Harry Potter. Needless to say, the last few months had been rough for the elder Luthor. He had just escaped within the past few weeks after being held captive by a woman named Mariyn. As it turned out, the woman worked for Lana Lang. It seemed Lana was willing to go to any extreme to make him suffer.

Lionel beat his captor with a shovel, rendering her dead.

Many weeks had passed since that incident, and Lionel was back on his feet. He watched for a young man known as Harry Potter. According to what he was able to find out, the man traveled the world for six years, before coming to Smallville, around the time Lionel was abducted. He researched the family tree of Harry Potter, and found information that intrigued him.

"So, you wanted to speak with me."

Lionel spun around to face a young man dressed in a black dress shirt and a black shirt, with black boots. Sunglasses hid his eyes, with his hair straight. "My name is Harry Potter."

"So, we meet in the flesh at last, Mr. Potter," said Lionel, as he looked at the young man.

'Nothing like the pictures,' thought Lionel.

"Lionel Luthor, I presume," said Harry in an abrupt voice, and Lionel responded with a slow nod.

"You presume correctly," said Lionel. "I am actually meeting you as a favor, but there is one question I must as you. Are you really the son of Lily Evans?"

Harry became instantly suspicious, and his face adopted a neutral expression. Any inquires about his family; especially his mother put him on edge just on sheer principal. He surveyed Lionel, but the man seemed able to not to project any obvious thoughts.

"Yes, she's my mother," said Harry in a clipped tone. "Did you know her by any chance?"

"I did meet her a handful of times in passing," confirmed Lionel. "She wasn't much for the same high end social circles as her parents or her older sister…whom I believed raised you."

"If you're referring to Petunia Dursley, then yes, "said Harry, as he carefully chose his next words. "She took me in…that's all you need to know."

"That's all I asked," said Lionel, as he tried to get a feel on this young man.

He was carefully guarded, and tended not to like to discuss his past. Lionel did respect that, sometimes it was best if the past should remain buried.

"I do admit, despite not knowing her well, your mother interested me," said Lionel. "She seemed to be on the cusp of some really big secrets."

"All of us have secrets, Mr. Luthor," said Harry, as he looked at the older man, the sunglasses hiding the suspicion in his eyes, and the fact they narrowed. "I'd imagine you're not an exception to this rule."

Lionel did not respond. The lack of response was all of the response Harry needed.

"So you only met her a few times in passing. Yet, you seem to have bought something that belonged to her, something rather personal."

"What are you speaking of?" asked Lionel crisply.

"Her journal, you purchased it fifteen years ago," said Harry, not fooled for one second.

"Yes, I heard about your search for that journal," said Lionel without missing a beat. "I'd like to help you recover it, but I'm afraid it was thrown out a few years ago."

A look of annoyance crossed Harry's face.

"Why do you want the journal so badly?" asked Lionel.

"Family heirloom, nothing more," said Harry in a flat voice.

There was an eerie silence, both stood, but neither moved. Lionel decided to be the one to break the silence.

"Very well," said Lionel, as he stepped back. "I do have another question for you. It regards a crystal. I have received word that your friend, Ms. Kent, has it, and you're trying to figure out what it is for her."

"I have no clue what you're talking about," said Harry, as his body remained unmoving. He purposely remained still, but ready to strike. He was like a snake in the grass, cornered, surveying the other predators out there. "I don't have an idea who's been feeding you your information."

"Well, I guess I was mistaken," said Lionel, as he shifted on his feet. "Just one more question. Does the word Veritas hold any meaning to you?"

There was a short pause.

"No."

Harry heard that word one other time in his life. Once was barely worth his time, but now that he heard it twice, his curiosity was now piqued.

"Very well," said Lionel, as he switched gears. "I understand you've had a few meetings with my son, Lex."

"Just standard business matters," answered Harry.

"Be careful around him, Harry," said Lionel seriously. "He gets obsessed easily, and you could get dragged down with him."

Lionel clapped Harry on the shoulder, and went on his way.

Harry moved forward. He would have another chat with the younger Luthor about the journal.

Lionel crept around, as he made his way to the Kent Farm. Clark waited for him outside of barn. Lionel moved over, and the two men walked inside.

"It appears our young Mr. Potter is hiding something about the crystal," said Lionel. "He seems to have learned the art of lying at the foot of a master."

Clark remained silent. Going to Lionel had been a last resort. Despite the fact that the older man had changed, Clark had certain misgivings about involving him in such a delicate situation.

Jor-El had pressured him about the crystal, and how it was imperative he acquire it.

"I hate doing this behind Kara's back, and Harry's too, but I need to know for sure what the crystal is," said Clark. "And if it's dangerous or not."

"Well if Jor-El believes it's a danger, then you should listen to him," said Lionel as he placed a hand on Clark's shoulder. "And you should get your hands on the crystal, and figure it out before Harry does. I hate to tell you this, Clark, but he's sitting on big secrets. Those secrets could mean the end of you."

'He gets it from the Evans family, thought Lionel mentally. 'Briar and Violet were all about their games and manipulations, and Petunia was the same way. And Harry was raised under her watchful eye for most of his life.'

Disbelief appeared on Clark's face.

"I trust him, and Kara does too…and I think I can trust her."

Lionel just sighed.

"I'm imagine the crystal may he held at the Shining Light Foundation," said Lionel.

"Why on Earth would it be there?" asked Clark. "I told you, it's a place to help the meteor infected…"

"Harry could very well be running other projects out of there," said Lionel, rubbing his chin in thought. "But we can't know for sure."

Clark followed Lionel, conflicted. On one hand, Lionel proved himself to be a changed man. On the other hand, Harry appeared to be someone of his word.

Yet, Clark felt pressured to get the crystal. He would bear the consequences later, this was a huge part of his training, and he could not fail the first test.

"You're going to believe this, Chloe!" shouted Lois without warning the exact moment Chloe answered her phone.

"Well that's always an auspicious beginning," said Chloe with a sigh. "What is it I'm not supposed to believe?"

"Lionel Luthor crawled out from underneath the rock he was hiding underneath a while back, "answered Lois, who appeared to be bursting with excitement. She sounded like she was on the edge of a taboo secret that she could not wait to share with the rest of the world.

"Yeah, I know," said Chloe.

"And I spotted him meeting with the Shining Light nut, you know that Potter guy," said Lois, and Chloe just held her tongue, but frowned at Lois calling Harry "a nut." "Seems like a weird meeting, don't you think?"

"Yeah, weird," agreed Chloe, as she tried to figure out why Lionel would want to meet with Harry. That got her interested, and slightly worried. "Did you hear anything of what they said?"

"I was far away, a bit back," said Lois. "I swear there was a beehive close by, there was a lot of buzzing in my ears, it blocked out the conversation. It was hard to make anything out, but I'm sure it was suspicious. They were meeting, isn't that suspicious enough?"

"Yes, it might be," agreed Chloe. "Lois, I need to talk to someone…a contact…talk to you later."

"Fine, catch you later," said Lois.

The moment Lois was gone; Chloe switched the ear piece on. Harry had given it to her, in case she ever needed to get in touch with him.

"Hello?" asked Harry in a distracted voice.

"Hey Harry, it's Chloe," said the woman. "Did you by any chance meet with Lionel Luthor today?"

"Chloe, yes, but I'm very busy now," said Harry abruptly.

"You're going after the journal again," said Chloe.

"Yeah, I'm going after the journal again, talk to you later, take care, bye," said Harry.

"Wait Harry!" yelled Chloe, but she got nothing other than static. She turned around, a bit annoyed about being blown off in such a manner.

If she did not know better, Harry was starting to go insane, based on his hunt for the journal.

Lex poured over his records. He found out what Lana was doing, and it was far beyond just one little book. If it was the book, he would not take as personally. Lex would have given her any money she wanted, just to shut her up and get her out of his life.

The journal had just been the straw that broke the camel's back.

Lex prepared to teach his ex-wife a valuable lesson. Her illegal activities were now leaked to certain interested parties, with implications about what else she was into. He would see Lana burn for this one.

A moment later, a buzz brought Lex out of his thoughts.

"Harry Potter is here to see you, sir," said the voice.

"Send him in," said Lex, as he wondered what Harry wanted this time.

Harry walked in, and faced Lex.

"Drop the lies, I know you have my mother's journal," said Harry, without any preamble.

"We've been through this, Harry," said Lex, as he stepped back. "I…"

"Your father wanted to meet with me," said Harry, as Lex's face contorted in disgust.

He had a hunch his father likely implicated him in having the journal, or at least that's the impression Harry seemed to be giving off.

"Do not trust my father, or anything he says," said Lex, turning away from Harry to hide his scowl. "But, I do have to admit…your persistence is admirable. I have looked, and I think I have uncovered your mother's journal. This way."

Harry followed, ready for anything. He refused to believe it could be that easy. Lex opened up a cabinet, and pulled the red journal out, before he placed it in Harry's hands.

"Thank you," said Harry, as he turned around to leave with the book.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," said Lex with a calculating smile, as he watched Harry walk off with the fake. It would buy him the time to get the real journal, and deal with Lana. He would then place the journal in a safe and more secure location.

Harry held the fake in his hands. He immediately knew it was a fake, but he now had a shrewd idea who might have taken it. Foremost on Lex's mind were annoyed thoughts about a certain Ms. Lana Lang.

The real question was where that idiot woman was hiding his mother's journal.

Kara casually walked up the driveway, dressed in a red shirt and jeans, with white tennis shoes. Given Harry was out doing his own thing this morning; she decided to drop by the Kent Farm to check up on her cousin. Their relationship had been rather cordial and kind of cool, but he was the only blood family she had left. She really held out hope that he could learn to trust her.

The blonde woman paused, as she peered inside the window. She spotted Lana sitting on the Kitchen table. She seemed to be pouring over a book of some kind. Kara peered through the window, her nose pressed against it. She got a better look.

Her eyes narrowed, when she saw what Lana had. In her hands rested a journal, or to be more clear, the journal.

The journal she and Harry had been searching for all over Smallville had been at the Kent Farm for this entire time, in the possession of Lana Lang.

A scowl appeared on her face. Kara pushed open the back door, and was behind Lana in the blink of an eye. She cleared her throat.

"Oh, hi, Kara," said Lana as she stood up, a smile appearing on her face. "I didn't know you were stopping by. Clark's gone out, but if you'd like I…"

"Hand the journal over," said Kara as she stared down Lana. Lana tried to act natural.

"What journal?" asked Lana, as she hastily shoved the incrementing item back into her in bag.

"The journal you stole from Harry," said Kara, as she stepped forward, and Lana slowly backed off.

Kara restrained herself from doing something she would regret, or rather Lana would. This woman stole Harry's journal, and now was trying to lie her way out of it.

Lana's mouth opened and shut, she was absolutely lost right now. Kara stared her down, and Lana felt her heart thump against her chest. This girl was not going to let her go without an explanation.

'She's psychotic,' thought Lana, in fear for her life. The nineteen year old Kryptonian continued to move towards Lana.

"I think you're confused, Kara," said Lana, as she backed off, a bit intimidated, but Kara snatched her by the shirt, and pushed her back onto a chair.

"That journal was a family heirloom, how long have you had it?" demanded Kara, as she trapped Lana.

"I..I…" started Lana, but she slid back into the chair, nearly tipping it over, her heart thumped against her chest.

"Stop stuttering and answer my questions!" yelled Kara as her temper and her eyes both flared up.

Lana was shaking, but Kara's face contorted into a scowl, as she grabbed the coffee cup Lana was drinking from and crushed it in her hand.

That got Lana talking rather quickly.

"I didn't know it was Harry's okay!" screamed Lana quickly as she caught her breath. "I took it, from Lex Luthor, he had it. I guess he must have stolen it first or his father did, I don't know. If the journal means so much, take it! I can't read a word of it anyway!"

Lana slid out the journal, her hand shaking and sweat rolling down her face. Kara was about to snatch it away, but before this could happen the doors of the farm house were busted down. The two girls found themselves on the business end of several guns.

"Okay, Lana, hand over the journal," growled a man who Lana recognized as one of Lex's thugs.

"No, I saw it first, I'm working for the Shining Light Foundation," said Kara as she faced them, arms folded. "That journal belongs to its founder…"

"The journal is the exclusive property of Luthorcorp," said one of the armed men, as he pointed the gun at Kara. "Lex Luthor also intends to press…"

Kara made a mad dash for the journal, but a stun gun jabbed it her ribs. She found herself distracted and momentarily annoyed. Not to blow her secret, Kara had to take a dive.

Lana took advantage of the distraction, and ran out the doors with the journal. The thugs followed suit, and chased her into the cornfields.

"Stop right there, Ms. Lang or we will shoot!" yelled the thug.

Kara made plans, to just snatch the journal, and fly as fast as she could out of there. She moved to the windows, but her eyes widened.

'Of course it couldn't be that simple,' thought Kara in despair.

She watched, as several helicopters dropped down, and Lana was being accosted by what appeared to be agents of the United States Government.

"This journal is now the official property of the United States Government," said a gruff man as he walked up. "Go get the other one."

Kara heard these words, bolted out the back door, and flew to the barn to hide from these men. Perched high above, she watched several government agents search the property. Lana was restrained.

"Alright, the other one must have escaped, but she won't get far!" called a voice. "Ms. Lang, you will come with us for a few questions, but cooperate and you might see a few more sunrises."

Kara peered through the barn, as she watched them walk off. She was about ready to scream. She had the journal.

The United States Government had their hands on the journal, and they had Lana as well. This was a situation where she knew she might need a bit of help for.

Taking a few minutes to compose herself, Kara lifted a finger towards an invisible item in her ear.

"Harry," said Kara as she activated the communication ear piece she had to Harry. She heard it come to life.

"Kara, what is it?" asked Harry. "Not that I don't mind talking to you but I'm following a lead on the journal…"

"I found the journal!" yelled Kara, cutting him off.

Stunned silence followed this declaration.

"Really, that's great," said Harry, his voice sounding relieved. "Last I heard Lana had it…"

"Yeah, I found her," said Kara, as she tried to think how to best break the news to Harry.

"Good, you're the best Kara," said Harry, and she took a deep breath.

"Well don't praise me yet," said Kara. "I noticed Lana took the journal, and was going to take it back from her, but the United States government showed up. They snatched both the journal and Lana."

There was a long pause.

"Harry?" asked Kara, concerned that the device stopped working.

"I'll be right there to your location, and we'll track the journal back down," said Harry, as he disabled the communication link.

Kara looked up a second later, and saw Harry standing right next to her.

"Okay, let's go before we lose them," said Harry, as they held hands, turned invisible, and flew off. They barely got far, before a buzzing in Harry's ear went off.

"What now?" asked Kara.

"Someone's trying to snoop around at Shining Light Foundation HQ," said Harry, frowning. "Kara, go and check that out, I'll go rescue the journal."

Harry paused for a moment, before he added as an afterthought. "Oh, and Lana, I suppose I should rescue her too."

'I should really leave her rot, but since she knows about Clark and Kara, I can't let the government pump her for information,' said Harry. 'Fucking Lana Lang, if you didn't leave well enough alone, I would have been able to get that journal by now.'

Kara gave a smile as Harry looked like he had just swallowed a foul lemon, but the two parted ways quickly without another word.

The journal was so close Harry could almost taste it. He caught sight of the government transport.

'It's going towards a place….," thought Harry as his eyes closed. 'Groom Lake in Nevada, it looks like.'

The name sounded familiar.

'Of course, Area 51,' said Harry, which caused him to quicken his flight and pick up the pace. He would have to survey the area to find out what he was up against.

With any luck, Harry would be able to pop in, get the journal, get the woman who stuck her nose where it didn't belong, and leave.

Of course, Harry was not going to count on things being that easy.

Clark peaked around the corner as he made his way up to the main elevator of the Shining Light Foundation Headquarters. Lionel followed, also allowed himself a moment to look around.

"Impressive, the technology in this place is light years ahead of anything I've seen before," said Lionel as he looked around, but he shook himself back "Best, I can tell, there might be an R and D lab up this way. All of the other floors seem to be for the guests of this foundation."

"That's where we'd find the crystal?" asked Clark.

Lionel just responded with a stoic nod. He was honestly surprised he did not find much in the way of security. Of course, that just would make locating the crystal much easier.

The two men made their way up the stairs, and sure enough they walked into a magnificent looking lab. It looked so clean, almost eerily so. Clark scanned everything, in an attempt to locate anything that looked like a crystal.

He moved over, when he saw a vault lined with lead. Clark put his hands on it, but Lionel grabbed his arm.

"Son, I'd imagine that vault contains meteors," said Lionel as he looked at the safe. He motioned for Clark to move back safely, as he tried to crack the safe, but found the security to be foolproof. He tried to use every trick he knew, but he found nothing. "It's almost like the combination changes automatically to prevent guessing anyone from guessing it."

Lionel tried, but found himself hitting a stone wall every single time.

"So that safe's a bust," said Clark, but he turned around to find himself at the business end of several weapons.

They had just met the security at Shining Light. Security who took pride in the job they were paid for, as they held their guns on both Clark and Lionel, fingers inching towards the triggers.

"No, your attempts to break into Mr. Potter's research lab are a bust," said the leader of the security team in a gruff voice. The guns were armed, and ready to fire at the wrong movement. Clark looked like he was about to make a move, but he was cut off. "These guns can cut through anything, including solid steel. So put your hands in the air, and come quietly, or we will fire."

The guns pointed on Lionel and Clark, and they had no choice but to follow. One wrong movement; and they were history.

Lana's eyes opened. She was restrained behind the bars of a government cell. She remembered she had been tranquilized, to prevent knowledge of where she was going.

"I don't get it, it's just a journal," said a voice in the distance. "There's not a damn word written in it! What's the big deal?"

She looked up, and shook her head, to see a trio of government agents stand around. A fourth walked into her line of sight.

"Would a normal journal be able to do this?" asked the agent as he flicked a lighter on, and tried to light it. The flame lit up the journal, but there was no damage as the fire extinguished itself. "And Ms. Lang is awake, although I would have preferred the other woman being brought here. She was Potter's supposed childhood friend, or so the official story goes."

"Sorry, Agent Carter, she got away," said one of the men in an apologetic voice.

"It doesn't matter, I have someone who has been messing around in things beyond her comprehension," said Carter, as he turned around to face Lana. "And you're going to tell me everything you know, whether you like it or not."

Carter tapped his feet. He was suspicious on sheer principle about the Shining Light Foundation, and what their intentions. No one could simply come to help such disgusting freaks.

When that woman, Sinclair, broke in to the previous base to liberate those meteor freaks, and ranted about Potter his curiosity was piqued about the young man even more. Given the damage Sinclair did with her efforts, his work would have to continue at a more discreet location.

Yet the journal was the biggest, most interesting piece of evidence. Carter was convinced that this journal was actually some sort of beacon to call to summon an invasion force, to enslave the human race.

Given that a fourth of Great Britain's population seemed to have been wiped off the map, he suspected Harry Potter, Kara Kent, and Rosalina Sinclair (if those were their real names) had been part of some kind of advanced invasion force to test Earth's defenses. Their government did a mass cover up, but Carter had enough numbers.

Sinclair and Potter had a rift of some kind. Likely it was who would be the leader, so they fought over the meteor freaks. Potter won that battle, as Sinclair met her demise.

Carter would be doing his civic duty to save the world from the alien menace. While the President chased his obsessions, Carter saw a bigger picture.

He would find out what Lana Lang knew about this potential intergalactic menace, by any means necessary.