You Didn't Say Anything?

'The saddest thing about betrayal is, that it never comes from your enemies, it comes from those you trust the most'
-Unknown

Emma opened the door, still dressed in her lazy panda pyjamas and her hair in a lopsided bun. "Who in their right mind is here at— Jordan?" She halted with a yawn, raising her eyebrow at him. Jordan only gave her a cute shrug before holding up a black guitar case.

Emma made an 'oh' face before smiling at Jordan. "How the hell did I leave without my guitar?" Emma shook her head before taking the heavy instrument off Jordan. "I have no idea" Jordan answered with a small chuckle. He bounced on his heels before speaking again. "Also my Dad wants to know if you need a ride to Metropolis for the game" He added.

Emma placed a hand on her hip, rolling her eyes playfully. Jordan could have easily just texted her all this but he went out of his way to tell her in person. "Yeah, Sienna needs to stay here anyways, but if I have to share a motel room with anyone on the team I'm making my own way back" Emma told him honestly, getting an actual laugh from him.

"Don't worry, Dad picked out two rooms that are connected. But I should warn you he snores, like really bad I don't know how my Mom can sleep sometimes" Jordan faux whispered. Emma scrunched up her nose before snorting out a laugh. "I think I'll survive" She smirked at him before a weird and awkward feeling settled in.

"See you tomorrow?" Emma asked. Jordan nodded before bidding goodbye. Emma shook her head at him before closing the door. After setting down her guitar, Emma could feel her eyes burn.

Quickly she supported herself against the door, her mind clouded by her powers. She could see Jordan and a blur knocking him into the forest. Then the same blur, which seemed to be phasing like a speedster stopped.

Tag Harris.

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Emma walked quickly into the school building, her head pounding at the sounds of lockers shutting and people chattering around her. She kept her eye out for Jordan, trying to find him as quickly as possible.

She quickly found him at his locker, Jon beside him with his bag over his shoulder. Emma brushed past him, grabbing Jordan's face by his chin. "Are you okay? Did he catch Tag? How bad does it hurt?" She asked rapidly, examining the bruising on his face. Jordan was about to answer when the school bell rang.

Both of them covered their ears at the high-pitched bell, feeling their entire bodies ache at the pain. They were so absorbed in their pain that neither noticed Jon pulling them into the nearest bathroom.

Emma gripped herself on the nearest sink, trying to regulate her breathing as she looked at her reflection. Her eyes were a neon blue, the burn becoming so familiar. She looked down at her right hand, noticing a faint glow on the back of her hand.

She looked behind her to see Jon calming Jordan down, worried about his twin brother. "Hey. Hey. What the hell was that?" Jon asked them both, looking back and forth. Emma only shrugged her shoulders, still unsure of what was happening to them. "I thought you were supposed to be an expert on this?" Jon asked her with a little temper. "I found out I was half Kryptonian less than two weeks ago, besides my Mam scrambled with my memories, my knowledge is quite limited, remember?" She reminded him, slightly annoyed. Jon only sighed, giving her a quick apology.

"Okay, that is not...that is not a panic attack" Jon moved his gaze to Jordan, who was standing up from the ground. "It's my head. Since Tag jumped me, I've been hearing this really loud high-pitched noise" Jordan admitted a little reluctantly. "Same since I woke up, couldn't even listen to music on the way here" Emma huffed, she could be very short-fused when she hasn't listened to her music.

"Jordan, if this has to do with your superpowers, then you need to tell Dad. You might need to go to the fortress to figure out what's wrong" Jon suggested, wanting to make sure his brother and friend were okay. "Jon, we can't tell Dad, all right?" Jordan pleaded with his twin. "Jordan, you need to tell him" Jon insisted, worried for his brother's wellbeing. "Look, if we tell Dad, he won't let me play football tomorrow" Jordan tried to reason with him. "Jordan" Jon hopelessly sighed, understanding his intentions. "Jon, let me have this. Those Metropolis guys–Woodrum, Cutter, Campana– they've made my life hell. Just let me shut them up, just this once" He asked, practically begging his brother.

Emma couldn't object to his pleas. She understood where he was coming from. There were plenty of boys back home who she proved wrong after they tormented her for being the only girl. Plus bullies were a load of pussies most of the time.

"Fine, but if anything happens we tell Dad, okay?" He held his hand out. Jordan shook it before quickly hugging his brother, muttering a million thank yous.

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Emma walked down into the bunker of the farmhouse, curious as to why Clark wanted her there. She noticed a big tree log with many fit imprints. "Um, right foot back. Put your hand up like a fist. Curl your thumb. Bring it back. Transfer the weight. Follow through" Clark demonstrated for Jordan, showing him where to punch. "Are you setting him up for failure?" Emma gasped in horror, running over to them.

She turned to Jordan after giving Clark a disgusted look. "No, you need to put your dominant hand in a fist, close to your face, but not too close. Then have your other hand in front of your mouth in case you need to block. Now make sure your shoulders are wide and turn your body ever so slightly. Keep your stance and make sure there's room for you to actually punch the wood when you lift all your weight into your swing" Emma demonstrated to Jordan, showing exactly what to do. She smiled at his correct stand before looking at Clark mischievously. Taking advantage of her position, Emma punched the wood perfectly and was more focused than what Clark was teaching Jordan. "Don't listen to Stupidman, I have way more experience punching people without using all my strength" Emma smirked while Jordan looked at her in awe.

"You have experience?" Jon asked, more curious about her wording than anything. Emma nodded at him. "My brother was an All-Ireland boxing champion and was in the Irish Army, he taught me a few things" Emma gave a perfectly valid reason.

"Plus... I used to beat up kids twice my size for bullying younger kids. Experience" Emma added innocently at the end, feeling Clark's gaze on her.

"Okay" Jordan gulped, still nervous that he'll break the wood in half or his hand. "Jordan... imagine–imagine this big log is Cutter's face. He's just laughing at you. Pop him. You got it" Jon encouraged him colourfully, with an enthusiastic nod from Emma. Clark gave the pair a disapproving look.

"Come on, believe you can do this, and you will. You're stronger than you think you are. You got it" Clark reassured him before Jordan fixed his stance. "Now" Clark lengthened out before Jordan punched the wood successfully. "Yes! Yes! Yo, that's what I'm talking about!" Jon exclaimed, jumping up and down. Emma ghosted her fingers over the imprint next to hers, a huge smile forming on her face. "Sick! You did it, holy shit look at that clean print!" She gasped, looping her arms around Jordan's shoulders in excitement. " I knew you could do it" She smiled, resting her shin on his shoulder. She could see his smile widen as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"Do it again! Come one!" Jon interrupted them, wanting to see his brother in action again. Emma patted his back, pushing him gently towards the log.

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Emma bounced her knee up and down, waiting for Clark to come and pick her up for the game. She had her hair in a half-up half-down style with two strands framing her face. Her cheek adorned the Smallville Crows colours with two strips on each cheek. Her bag sat next to her packed while she aimlessly scrolled through TikTok.

"You sure you should be going to Metropolis?" Sienna asked her, with her arms crossed. Emma rolled her eyes at her. "Why not? It's not like I'm putting anyone in danger" Emma answered in a bored tone. "You're putting yourself in danger, Tag is out there" Sienna argued back with the fifteen-year-old.

Emma scoffed at Sienna, standing up quickly. "Now you care about my safety? Could have used that for the past fifteen years of my life" She shot back at Sienna. The Alor was shocked at the response. "How?" She asked, lost for words to prove Emma wrong.

Emma tossed the USB stick her mother gave her a few weeks prior, finally having the courage to open it. "I was terrified to see what was on that, but now... I'm furious" Emma spat before a car honk filled the tense silence. "Maybe tomorrow you can tell me the actual truth" Emma hissed before leaving her mother's sister in utter shock.

She hopped in the backseat, changing her anger into excitement before any of the boys could notice. "Good to go?" Clark asked, looking back at Emma and Jordan before he looked next to him at Jon. "You know it. I can't believe I actually get to go to Metropolis!" Emma squealed as Clark started up the car to start their long journey.

"Of course, it's nowhere compared to Central City..."

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Emma sat in the front row of the bleachers, aimlessly looking out onto the field. They were in the fourth quarter of the game and she had no idea what was going on. She decided to get some water from the cooler behind the bleachers to have something to do. She was about to open the blue and white box when she felt her eyes burning blue. She quickly did her best to hide, running into the school building.

Flashes raced in her mind, screams echoing in her ears as she could see Jordan in distress. She took a moment to calm down, remembering the breathing exercises that Sienna had given her. She felt a pang of betrayal as she thought of her newly found aunt. Why did she allow her life to be so terrifying? But Emma didn't dwell further before lifting herself from the cold floor.

She needed to warn Clark and fast. She ran back to the game, her eyes searching for Clark and Jon. She heard the whistle as she found the alien, running to him quickly. "Clark!" Emma shouted, panting as she stopped abruptly. "Jordan... powers...I had a vision...quickly!" Emma gasped, looking up to see Cutter taunting Jordan on the field egging him on for a fight.

But she was too late, Jordan had collapsed on the field in agony. Clark was the first to run to him, Emma not too far behind. Clark skidded to Jordan, his eyes scanning his son. "Jordan!" Emma gasped, falling next to his knees, taking his hand in hers. Emma looked around the field before looking at Clark. "Put your hands in front of his eyes" Emma told him, adjusting his hat to cover his face. Emma gently caressed Jordan's hand.

"Jord, I need you to stop holding back" She told him, earning a confused look from his father. "I can't" Jordan hissed, the pain in his head becoming too much. Emma felt her eyes prick with tears. "Just let go, I promise you it's gonna be okay" Emma reassured him before his eyes filled with red.

Jordan clutched Emma's hand tightly as he released the pent-up energy, the ocular rays burning into Clark's palms. Emma could feel her hand shaking as Jordan's grip loosened as the laser vision had died down. Emma let out a sigh of relief, resting her head on Jordan's shoulder. She still held his hand, ignoring her pain to comfort him.

She looked at Clark, her face unreadable to him. "Is that everything?" He asked her, hoping that he didn't encounter any more surprises. Emma nodded gently before helping Jordan off the field. "L-let's get you both some ice" She smiled quickly, walking with Jordan back into the high school.

She didn't notice the side glance from Jordan as she tried to hide her hand from his view. But Jordan knew one thing for certain. Emma was hiding something.

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Emma sat next to Jordan in the motel room, an ice pack in her hand. Jordan was lying down on the bed, a hand over his head from the lights. Emma was no different, she was wearing her glasses since they were supposed to help her with headaches and her sight.

Clark was still fuming with anger when he asked the pair if they were alright. "For the hundredth time, we're fine" Jordan groaned at his father. Emma didn't feel like talking, holding her knees to her chest as her headache slowly got worse.

"No, you're not" Clark stated firmly. "You just detonated like a bomb in the middle of a high school football game in front of a crowd full of people" Clark reminded Jordan, pacing back and forth. Emma felt his steps echo in her head like the Shandon Bells from her childhood.

"I could have controlled it, all right? I just let it go 'cause you were there" Jordan scoffed at Clark, too drained to be arguing with him. "Yeah, but what if I wasn't?" Clark asked him, folding his arms. "Jordan, sit up and look at me" Clark told his son, rolling his eyes. Jordan groaned before sitting up next to Emma's feet. "Do you understand how dangerous this could be? Tell me exactly what happened. Were there–were there any symptoms, any signs, something that would have made you think that this was coming?" Clark questioned him, trying to find the cause of the outburst.

Jordan sighed, "Look, Dad, you're thinking about this too much. I just–I had a moment, all right?" He lied to Clark's face. Emma could feel the uncertainty from Clark as he looked at Jordan. "Jordan... that's not 100% true" Jon spoke up, his voice breaking the angry tension. "Jon" Jordan weakly sighed, knowing that there was no way for him to lie his way out.

"What? Jordan, he needs to know" Jon pointed out to Jordan. "Look, the first time that he had one of these episodes or whatever, I mean, it stopped. It seemed fine" He elaborated on the topic at hand. "The first time?" Clark fumed, sending a pointed look at his other son. "I had a migraine at school. It wasn't a big deal" Jordan admitted, brushing off the event like dust on a shelf.

"And you didn't tell me?" Clark stated, feeling his patience wearing thin. "I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you'd overreact. I knew you'd stop me from playing the game" Jordan snapped, unaware his volume had caused Emma to clutch her hair. "Yeah! And I would have been right!" Clark shouted at him, upset at his son's disconcern for the secret that keeps them all safe.

"So I'm just supposed to be punished for something that isn't my fault? This was my shit, Dad. This was my chance to show the d-bags at Metropolis who I am. You remember how they treated me, right?" Jordan looked Clark in the eyes, the fear and horror he endured reflected in them. "Jordan, I know. I know. And I get it, okay? I know what it's like to be picked on'' Clark sympathises with Jordan.

"Yeah, but you get to grow up, and you get to be Superman!" Jordan snapped at him. Clark took a deep breath, trying to ready himself for Jordan's next statement no matter how cruelly true it may be. "Who am I? I'm a weird kid with headaches. I just–I wanted to be good at something–that was all '' Jordan whimpered, the feeling of being weak and powerless becoming all too familiar with him as he tried not to cry. "That's not what your powers are for. Jordan–" Clark tried to explain before Jordan cut him off.

"Dad, I'm not you, okay?" He reminded him, wanting his father to see him as Jordan, not the boy he was years ago. Clark went to answer but his phone rang. Clark stepped away, talking to Lana on the phone.

Jordan looked at his brother, upset that he outed his problem. But Jon couldn't focus on that, his eyes trained behind his brother. Emma had curled into herself, hands clamped over her ears, tugging at her hair. She didn't move, the only sounds coming from her were her breaths and the mumble of counting to try and calm her down.

She looked up, the neon blue of her eyes no longer burning her as they glowed. "Tag...he has Sarah" Emma whispered, her voice shaky as the veins on her right arm glowed the same as her eyes. They connected to the back of her palm before disappearing as Clark left in a rush.

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Emma had bandaged her hand in the room she was sharing with Clark. She didn't want Jordan to feel any more crappy than he already did. Her hand was healing fast, but with her luck, it wouldn't be for long.

Knock! Knock!

Emma jumped at the sound, her head feeling as if she asked Clark to punch her. "Two minutes!" She called from behind her before shoving the first aid bag under the bed.

She opened it to see Jordan, his eyes trained on the floor. "Jon's gone to get some snacks. I just wanted to... check up on you" His eyes moved from the floor to the pristine white on her red and purple hand. Emma quickly pulled the sleeve of her jumper over her hand.

She nodded, "I'm fine, how are you though?" She asked Jordan. He only shrugged. "I feel like I let everyone down. Coach, the team, my dad... everyone!" He scolded himself. Emma was taken aback by the harsh tone in his voice. She pushed him away from her at arm's length, her hands gently gripping Jordan's shoulders. "You haven't let anyone down!" Emma exclaimed at him.

"We are fifteen Jord! Sure we have questionable genetics but that doesn't mean we are responsible for everyone else's expectations. So your Dad is Superman, and that's his calling. You don't need to be like him just because you both have powers..." Emma trailed off as she began to register the words she was gonna say next.

"You have to find a way to be you with them, not him" She sighed, her arms deflating to her sides. Emma quickly tried to mask her emotions, going to wipe Jordan's tear-stained face from pure habit. Jordan quickly caught her hands gently, looking at her with a slack-jawed expression. Emma noticed his shoulders were no longer tense, and the redness in his face had died down slightly as his eyes seemed to bore into her. But she wasn't the only one whose body language had shifted.

He watched how her eyes seemed to immediately build walls as she spoke, her words being too familiar on her lips as she spoke. Jordan watched as she hid her reaction as she realised that he wasn't the only one with high expectations created by him and others.

"How... How have you stayed strong through all of it?" He whispered, gently lowering her hands from his face. Emma looked at him bug-eyed, completely at a loss for words. She tried to think of a quick and non-complicated answer before he got suspicious yet her mouth was dry.

Has she been strong? Or was she trying to fool herself into thinking that she was gonna be like Martha? Emma liked to believe she didn't care about other expectations or opinions but was it just that, a belief she conjured up for herself? Should she be telling her own crush to be true to himself with his own abilities when Emma herself can't even take her advice?

Or is she terrified of becoming her mother and uses that fear to allow a false sense of self-actualisation?

Jordan took her silence as an answer, wrapping his arms around Emma's shoulders. Emma silently embraced him back, her head resting just on his collarbone. "I'm not strong Jord... I only pretend to be so no one questions who I am but... I don't think I know who I am either" She admitted quietly, not moving her position.

"That's okay" Jordan told her, summing up her recent rant towards him. "Your not alone in this" He added, deciding to rest his chin on her head. "We'll do it together"

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Emma laid down on a bed, a bag of Doritos on her stomach as she gladly ate them with one ear-blasting music and the other listening to the twins trying to find out what Clark was up to. "Nothing about Dad on the news" Jon spoke up causing Jordan to toss his phone towards Emma. "Can't find anything on the Internet either" He answered his brother. Jon sat on a chair, exhausted from the events that happened today. "Jordan you're n–you're not, like, mad at me, are you?" He asked his brother. "Nah. I'm just a little tired of being told what to do. That's all" Jordan shrugged, forgiving his brother. Emma scoffed at the last part, "We all are" She told him, a burst of short laughter erupting between them.

Before anyone could continue the loud sounds of people cheering and then pounding on the door. Emma groaned at the sounds, "One you tell them to fuck off" She begged to turn on her stomach. The twins rolled their eyes at her antics before Jon stood up to open the door.

"Come on, man, open up!" a boy shouted from the other side. "Oh great, it's the boys" Emma moaned, before screaming into her pillow. "Oh come on Irish, we know you love us" Malcolm Teague shouted before the door was open. "Call me Irish as a nickname again and I'll give you a broken nose and a pair of matching black eyes" Emma growled at him.

The sight of cheap booze caught Jon's attention quickly, " You guys celebrating?" He asked, leaning against the door frame. "You know it Kent" Mike spoke up, already a bit tipsy. "How you feeling, rock star? Better?" Jimmy asked Jordan. " I'm all right" Jordan shrugged at him.

"Good. Let's go" Malcolm announced, trying to drag Jon out of the room. "Going where?" Jon asked, pulling back from his teammate. "To pay some millennial to get us a few more sixers so we can celebrate properly" Jimmy smirked, shaking his almost empty can. "That'd be–that'd be tight, guys. But, honestly, my pops said we got to stay here, so..." Jon told them weakly. " Oh, come on!" The group moaned at him.

Jordan had gotten up from his bed, much to Jon's shock. Emma watched carefully as he walked up to his brother. "He did" Jon sighed. " All right. It's not like we're going clubbing. Liquor store's just up the street" Mike tried to convince him. Jordan swung an arm around Jon's shoulders, catching his twin off guard. "You know what? We won a big game, come on" Jordan smiled at the team while Jon had to take a double take at him. "Let's go. Come on" Jimmy cheered as Jon also gave in to the painfully clear peer pressure as well.

"You coming?" Jordan asked Emma, grabbing his coat on the bed. She sat up and gave him a universal-thinking face. "Let's see, cheap drink, a group of lads that watched me get a beating a couple of weeks ago and defying your Dad's orders?" She listed, walking closer to the door connecting the two rooms. Jordan went to tell her it was alright until Emma grabbed his football jacket with a smile. "Sounds fun" She smiled at him, noticing his cheeks burning red as she slipped on his jacket.

"Let's go fellas" She declared, walking out of the room full of confidence. As the football team gladly followed, Jon nudged his brother's side. "Are you two?" He asked raising his eyebrows at him. Jordan shook his head, "I wish" He muttered not admitting that he was liking his jacket on her a tad bit more than he'd like to admit vocally.

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Everyone howled with laughter behind an old abandoned warehouse. Emma happily slugged her can, leaning against Jordan. One of the boys was trying to make a joke but failed miserably. Emma only shook her head, looking at Jordan quickly before a group of the boys came back. Sean walked up to her, hands behind his back.

"I... I want to apologise for the way I acted towards you" He told her quickly, holding out a medium-sized bottle of Jack Daniel's. Emma's face morphed into the human incarnation of the love-heart eye emoji as she gently took the bottle from his hands. "Ever hurt me or the twins again and they'll spend decades locating your entire body" She told him, still looking at the whiskey like it was pure gold. Jordan could hold back his laughter at her kid-like expression as she calmly threatened Sean.

Emma immediately chucked her cheap booze away, quickly opening the glass bottle. She took a moment before taking a sip of the whiskey, a wide smile on her face. "Heaven on Earth" She hummed, leaning her head on top of Jordan's. His body tensed for a moment before relaxing. Emma was a totally different person after a couple of beers.

She was more comfortable with people sitting closer to her instead of trying to keep as much distance as possible. Instead of the quick glances she'd make at Jordan, the young Alor couldn't stop staring into his grey eyes. She couldn't help it. Emma had always thought that Jordan was cute, both in her world and this one, why would it just stop now if she didn't have a thing for him?

But Emma knew that alcohol was always making her bolder and way more rebellious. She can often remember times when she does things that no one thought she'd actually do. For example, one time she decided to take a good swig of Jack Daniels before class with Mr Harris. Then when he decided to be his usually homophobic, sexist and racist self, Emma exploded at him with more confidence than Wade Wilson fighting Wolverine. Did it land her detention? Maybe. Did she go? Nope. But Mr Harris ever-so kindly decided to stop teaching Emma's third-year history and music classes.

"Your eyes" Emma mumbled, resting her chin on Jordan's shoulder. "What about them?" Jordan asked her, turning to face her. "They're grey...I always thought they were green" Emma mumbled loud enough for Jordan to hear. Jordan was slightly taken aback by her response. "Really?" He asked her. Emma gave a small nod, her chin still on his shoulder. "Yeah, but I still think they're cute" Emma smiled lazily at Jordan. Jordan could feel his cheeks heat up. "You...You think my eyes are cute?" He asked Emma, who only hummed in response.

"I thought you looked cute with your glasses on" Jordan told her, earning a large scoff from Emma. "You're only saying that my glasses make me look like a Harry Potter rip-off" Emma spat out, taking a large gulp of the now half-empty Jack Daniels. "No, they don't you look...hot" Jordan muttered under his breath, hoping Emma didn't hear him.

Lips pressed against his cheek, the strong smell of whiskey hitting his nostrils. Just as he decided to turn, Emma pulled back. Her pale cheeks were dusted with a light red as she failed to look Jordan in the eye. "No one's ever said I... I was hot before" Emma smiled at him, blue meeting grey for a split second. Jordan smiled at her too. His hand reached out to hold Emma's, their fingers ghosting each other.

"There they are... the Crows"

Emma's smile dropped as she looked at where the voice came from. "Great the Douche Patrol" Emma sneered, standing up straight like the whiskey had zero effect on her. Yet if the twins knew what she was gonna do next, they would have called Lois and Emma is lowkey scared of the woman.

"Hey, you look pretty good, Jo-Jo, for a guy who was dragged off the field" Cutter mocked him, earning glares from the entire team. Emma stood near Jordan, eyeing Cutter as he walked closer to him. Jon quickly intervened, "Yo, Cutter. Seriously, man, come on. Step off" Jon rolled his eyes at Cutter who scoffs at Jon. "Oh, are you sore about Eliza, Kent? Look, I know we used to be friends, but I guess that's over now, huh?" Cutter shrugged before noticing Emma looking at him and then at Jon.

"Yo girl, you got something to say?" Cutter spat at Emma, noticing how she was wearing a team jacket and Jordan wasn't. "Just trying to figure out how Eliza's standards dropped drastically in the span of like two weeks" Emma tilted her head. While the Crows made noises at her boldness, the twins shared a look of grave concern.

"Excuse me!" Cutter spoke harshly, walking closer to Emma. "I'm sorry did your inferiority complex get in the way?" Emma asked him, stepping closer with more confidence than Nightwing when he wore the disco costume. Cutter snarled at her, barely a step from being nose-to-nose with this girl. " No.. it might be the mommy issues? Or is it daddy issues?" Emma tapped her cheek while pretending to contemplate her own question.

"Wait correction it's both you poor sad wanna be" Emma spat at him, finally taking a step towards him and spitting in his face. While Cutter stepped back to wipe his face, Emma smirked walking back to Jordan. "Are you insane?" He asked with a wild smirk on his face. Emma shrugged at him, "Probably".

Cutter witnesses the small conversation with a cheeky smile on his lips. "What, need your little girlfriend to talk for you Jo-Jo?" Cutter taunted, realising that Jordan's number was on the sleeve of the jacket Emma was wearing. Jordan rolled his eyes, gently walking in front of Emma, silently keeping her behind him.

"So what? You came here to talk about how it feels to lose?" Jordan shot back, finally sticking it to his childhood bully. "Wow. Look who found his voice" Cutter pouted at him." Dorky kid since forever. Cried if he was breathed on" He continued to egg Jordan on, breathing on his face. "What, now you're, like, the best guy on the football team?" Cutter pointed out, causing Jordan's anger to rise. "You, uh, juicing or something there, Jo-Jo? Is that what's going on? You juicing Jo-Jo, huh?" Cutter smirked as he could see Jordan's face harden.

Jon and Emma immediately tried to step in. "Jord, let it go. He's just stupid enough to act cocky" Emma hissed at him, her heart racing as her vision was coming true. "Just let it go Jordan, Emma's right. Cutter isn't worth it" Jon agreed, stepping in front of Jordan.

But Cutter didn't quit. "Tell me the truth, Jo-Jo" Cutter spat, trying to get Jon to leave. "Let him shut me up. Right here, baby!" He announced making every pissed at him. "Cutter" Emma glared at him while Jon tried to calm Jordan down. "Come on Jo-Jo, speak! Stop letting your bitch do it for you".

Everything happened so fast. One minute Emma tried to block Jordan's punch along with Jon. She was met with the cold concrete and a numb feeling in her hand. Yet it seemed that only Jordan heard the crack. He checked on Jon, who was still on the floor in agony. But Emma stood up quickly, her veins burning as she glared at Cutter. With a swing of her left hand, Emma punched the boy right in the jaw. She watched as he fell to the floor, holding his jaw as she screamed.

Unaware of her tears falling down her face and her crooked right hand, Emma walked away from him as she hid her hand from the football team. With Jordan's support, Jon and his brother followed her. "One of you call Clark" Emma gulped, the pain in her hand finally being felt as she held her breath and bit her lip only to taste blood.

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Emma sat on a hospital bed, staring at the blue curtains with a bored expression. Her hand had been wrapped in a light purple cast. The doctor had just left to fill out a prescription for the pain. She had barely made a sound since Clark brought the three of them to the nearest hospital. Jon had been cleared but Emma's break was serious. They told her that she may never be able to move her hand normally again due to her previous break. Her head while like a war zone of thoughts and other solutions she could have used. There was no regret or anger towards anyone but Cutter.

"Knock, knock" Jordan muttered, trying to sound sympathetic. Emma gave him a quick smile. "Clark go easy on you?" Emma asked, hoping to avoid the elephant in the room. "He says we'll talk once we get back home. Mom's gonna kill me" Jordan sighed, looking down at the floor.

"Why aren't you mad at me?" Jordan asked, looking at eh light purple cast on Emma's right arm. Without hesitation, Emma answered. "I don't regret it" She told him, looking him straight in the eye. "I would do anything to protect you" She added, not stuttering once as she did. "Anything?" He raised his eyebrow at her. "Within reason" Emma smirked with a dry laugh while Jordan let out a chuckle. "Is that why you let Cutter call you my...girlfriend?" Jordan asked.

Emma's mouth went dry at the question, trying to think of an answer. Thankfully the doctor came back with Clark and Jon behind him.

"You're good to go Emma" They smiled at her, handing Clark the prescription. "Thanks" Emma told her, swinging her legs onto the floor. The moment she got up, her body swayed. Jordan quickly tried to balance her by holding her shoulders. Emma gave him a thankful nod before they made their way to the car.

The moment Emma put in her earbuds she knew what awaited her once they got to the Kent house. And she prayed Lois spared her and the boys

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The entire ride back to Smallville was silent. Clark kept his eyes on the road, only talking to see if everyone was okay. Jon stared aimlessly at his phone, going from one app to another. Jordan seemed to do the same while occasionally looking at Emma from the side view mirror. She had her earphones in, her music being gently heard in the car. She didn't move or talked much since they left the hospital. She just stared out the window. He couldn't stop wondering why she allowed Cutter to call her his girlfriend.

Sienna's car was parked outside the house, causing Emma to take a deep breath. This was gonna go south faster than the speed force.

Lois and Sienna sat at the kitchen table, their heads turning as the trio walked in with Clark behind them. "What did the doctors say?" Lois asked, noticing Jon and Emma sporting casts. Sienna looked at Emma in shock. "Doctor said the casts come off in six to eight weeks. Could have been worse" Clark answered, the tension between Jon and Jordan keeping him on edge. "Yeah. And he also said that maybe I get full range of motion back, so..." Jon shrugged his shoulders aggressively. "Jon, I'm so sorry" Jordan apologised, the guilt eating him alive.

"Just–just shut up, please" Jon snapped at him. "I–You know I never meant–" Jordan tried to explain before Jon cut him off "Okay, but you did. You–you did, Jordan. You–you got emotional, and then I tried to step in the middle of it like an idiot, and now I have a broke-ass arm, and I'm probably never gonna play quarterback again. So, thanks" Jon yelled at him, his face red with anger. "Thanks a lot" He sighed before leaving the kitchen and marching upstairs.

Emma gave Jordan a sympathetic smile. At she wasn't angry with him, but it didn't stop him from staring at her cast. He did that, he hurt her. "Let's go Emma" Sienna smacked her lips together, her hand placed on Emma's shoulder. The older woman's eyes flashed purple, retracting her hand quickly. Emma turned to her, her stomach dropping as Sienna held her hand on her temple. "Sienna? You g-good" Emma asked her.

Sienna went to say something as she looked up at her niece. The look in Emma's eyes seemed to silently plead with her. Sienna closed her mouth and shook her head."Thank you for bringing her back Clark" Sienna smiled before leading Emma out the door and to her car.

Once they sat in Sienna's black Honda, the older woman looked at her niece confused. "You knew? And you didn't say anything?" She asked, making Emma shrink in on herself. "You knew what Mal was doing to be and didn't say anything for fifteen years" Emma shot back in a whisper. Sienna should have seen that coming. "Okay, I deserve that but I had a good reason" She told Emma, starting the car.

Emma shot her head at Sienna with wide eyes. "Good reason? Not reporting that your sister was abusing her kids wasn't enough?" Emma snapped at her. Sienna took a breath before turning to her niece. "Mal threatened to kill you and Sophie if I ever went near you... I can't have children and I must ensure the Alor bloodline remains until the last child of the House of El is born. So yes Emma, I wanted to save you and Conner but in the end it would have ended in bloodshed" Sienna told her, tears brimming her eyes.

Emma bit back her lip, taken back at the information. Her mother would have killed Sophie if Sienna got involved. Was she truly that evil? "But it doesn't explain the videos" Emma brought up. "Your mother can manipulate memories. When she took them from you she also knew that I would try to find you and created a contingency plan. The videos on that drive are from when you stayed in Smallville years ago" Sienna told her, unaware of the tears streaming down Emma's face.

"I'm sorry... for shouting at you" Emma whispered. Sienna quickly wiped her cheeks, lifting Emma's head. "You have nothing to apologise for little one. It is your mother who is at fault for this" Sienna told her before bringing her eyes back onto the road.

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Sienna unlocked the door, quickly shedding off her coat and shoes. "Come on, let's take a look at your arm" Sienna smiled, grabbing a black case from her coat closet. Emma sat down on the couch, waiting for Sienna. The older woman came back with what looked like Kryptonian tech and a standard human first aid kit.

"What's the kit for?" Emma asked her, raising an eyebrow. "You'll see" Sienna smiled before picking up the Kryptonian tech. She furrowed her eyebrows at Emma's cast. With her eyes glowing red, Sienna used her laser vision to cut off the cast. Emma jumped back, looking at Sienna bewildered. "What are you doing!?" Emma tried not to scream at her. Sienna rolled her eyes at her while taking her arm.

"Your half-Kryptonian, you heal faster. And adding the fact you are an advanced half-Kryptonian and you heal just that bit faster" Sienna explained to her, taking the cast off and applying a bandage on Emma's hand.

Emma smacked her lips, remembering that she was actually an alien. "Why didn't you say anything? Thought you had an epic crush on Jordan?" Sienna asked her bluntly. Emma blushed hard at the observation. She only shrugged unsure of what to say.

"I guess when I remembered, a part of me told me not to. That it would make it worse" Emma told her, watching as she tied the bandage. "Do you think you made it worse?" Sienna asked her, closing the first aid kit. "With my track record... Certainly" Emma sighed, cradling her freshly wrapped hand.

Sienna held back a chuckle at her niece's bluntness. She opened the black case which held many shiny objects. Sienna took what seemed to be a blue liquid in an expensive-looking test tube. She uncapped it and held it out for Emma. "Drink" Sienna ordered her.

"Excuse me?" Emma questioned. "I know that your hearing is developing, I went through it. This helps you maintain it until I can help you control it" Sienna told her.

Emma cringed as she tried not to gag when she swallowed the liquid. "That shit nasty" Emma coughed. Sienna smiled at her before looking at the time. "Alright, bed" She decided, using her super speed to put everything away.