Smallville

Clark?

Anyone home, sweet home?

Guess not.

Mrs. K wouldn't approve.

Shelby!

Hey.

Don't tell me Clark's ditched you, too, hmm?

I know.

Smallville isn't the same without Smallville, is it?

So, if he's still on his whirlwind walkabout,

who's been feeding you, huh?

Hey, beautiful.

Are you still at the office?

No, no.

Sitting behind a desk just isn't the same

without those pretty brown eyes of yours...

I don't know... glaring at me.

Since you didn't want to grab dinner tonight,

I spent the time... searching out news.

And you'll never guess what I found.

If I do, will you take me off your speed dial?

Very funny.

Your favorite freak's been at it again,

and this time, the story's mine.

Take it, sticky fingers.

There are plenty of headlines to go around.

Oh, my goodness.

Never thought you'd be willing to share the Blur, Lois.

We should celebrate... over coffee.

Your place or mine?

Or neither.

Besides, I'm not exactly being generous.

You know, the Blur catches more bad guys before breakfast

than most cops do in a day.

Hell, that's the problem. He's not a cop.

He's a vigilante... with superpowers

and a thing for the letter "S."

Well, then, he's done a super job

cleaning up Metropolis.

Thanks to him, the city can sleep at night.

What if he screws up?

How do you hold him accountable?

No one's even seen his face.

John, after everything the Blur's done for the world,

how can you be such a cynic?

Well, apparently,

I don't suffer from the same softhearted...

Hero worship you do.

At least I have a heart.

You got to lighten up, John.

Spend a little less time on the dark side of the street.

There's another side to the Blur,

and I'm gonna expose it.

Okay.

Hello?

Hello?!

Aah!

Aaah!

Aah!

No!

Hey, shel.

Thanks for the wake-up call.

These dreams are like midnight movie madness in my head.

Okay.

At least I can rise and shine to a better world,

courtesy of the Blur.

Okay, Lois.

Whew.

Uh, Lois...

Why is Clark's dog welcoming me home?

Oh, I dropped by the farm yesterday,

and I found Shelby all alone with her wheaties.

I thought Clark secretly came back and didn't tell us.

So you decided to call him out

by dognapping his furry friend?

Lois, I'm sorry.

I'm the one that was on pooch patrol.

Clark still isn't back yet.

I know... I called Mrs. K,

and she said he's visiting cousins in Poughkeepsie.

I mean, how long can you stay in Poughkeepsie?

Sounds like someone misses him.

Please. I don't miss Clark.

I just can't stand the new guy that's at his desk.

He is a textbook hero-hater.

Oh, come on. Who hates the Blur?

Anyone who reads can see how great he is.

It looks like he really is spreading his wings, doesn't it?

Yeah, I just hope he's not...

spreading himself too thin.

I mean, he sounds a little lonely.

I can hear it in his voice.

His voice?

Did he call you again?

Well, I am his one and only contact at the paper.

So it was work-related, then.

Not really.

I mean, he calls when I'm at work,

and... he relates things to me.

But I think sometimes he just calls to chat.

I think maybe I'm the only person in his life

that he can really turn to.

Wow.

That's incredible.

I know, right?

Anyway, can we table this tell-all till later?

I have to get ready.

It's time to step back into the ring with a certain C.E.O.

Bye. Bye.

Shelby?

Shelby?

Hey.

How you doing?

Lois stopped by and found Shelby here alone

with a dish full of food.

Now, don't worry... I covered for you.

But you should know that you're now on her radar.

Thanks. I'll be more careful next time.

Dressed like that?

Clark, what if I was Lois?

She would take one look at you

and realize that Clark Kent is the Blur.

I told you... there is no Clark Kent.

No disrespect to your Kryptonian calling, but...

coming back to feed the dog is about as human as it gets.

Are you still reaching out to Lois as the Blur?

She told you?

You're supposed to be training with Jor-El.

Does he know you're still talking to her?

Jor-El doesn't need to know.

So you're lying to him.

You said you're turning your back

on all your human attachments, Clark,

but apparently, only when it suits you.

You're talking this all too personally, Chloe.

And I understand you're still angry about Jimmy.

We both sacrificed a lot

so that you could become the hero you're meant to be.

Now quit backpedaling, Clark.

Commit to what you started before more people get hurt.

Oh, God, it hurts.

Oh, get it out of me, please.

Okay. Cooler heads, people.

Let's get a trauma panel, U.A., type and cross for four.

I want more film on his chest and arms.

I'm Dr. Hamilton. You are?

I'm in a nightmare. Look at me.

All right. Who did this to you?

I don't know. I, uh...

I got hit... by a truck...

and when I woke up, this... this was in me.

What is it? What is all this?

My initial assessment...

someone has surgically implanted a bionic matrix in you.

Oh, geez.

It appears to be powered by...

a fragment of... of meteor rock.

So, you can... you can take it out of me, right?

I'm afraid not.

They removed your heart.

No. No.

This apparatus is the only thing keeping you alive.

I got... I got to go.

His epi levels are spiking.

I need a sedative now! No! No sedatives! No!

No! No! Get off me!

Seriously...

what is it with you and physical violence?

The last time you and I saw each other,

things did get a little... physical, didn't they?

And then what happened, Tess?

Inquiring minds want to know.

You don't remember?

Well, a three-week concussion can do that to you.

But I think that you bonked me on the head

and then held me somewhere.

Held you?

That's wishful thinking, Lane.

When I came to, you were already gone.

We never did get to finish what we started, though.

Little rematch?

I won't fight you, Tess.

I just came to tell you

that I'm not leaving the Daily Planet.

You were never leaving, Lois.

I fired you.

Well, I'm not gonna get into the whole

"she said, she said" thing with you.

But I do have friends at the inquisitor,

and they would just love to run a story

about Luthorcorp's C.E.O. and her plans

to launch a hostile alien takeover of the world.

Except no one would ever believe you.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But do you really want the attention?

I'll see you at the office.

Shouldn't you be in school?

She's got a little fire in her.

Stuart.