Anguirus111 Note: This is my first, and in all probability only, Smallville fic that I plan on writing. I've had the idea, as I'm sure a lot of you have, of having The Green Lantern Hal Jordan show up in the show. I hope it really does happen provided they get a good actor to play Hal/John/Guy/Kyle/Alan/whoever they pick. I did like the Flash and Aquaman appearance as of late and though I seriously doubt this'll do them justice I just hope it'll turn at least halfway decent. Apologies in advance if anyone turns out OOC, I've watched the show more since I was enticed by seeing Kal-El fly in Season IV' opener, but I'm still getting a hold of the characters. This takes place sometime during Season V. Will Hal get his ring during this fic? How should I know I'm just the writer! So stay tuned…I guess.

Arizona Salt Flats: A pair of jeeps moved across the dry lake beds headed for the opposite sides. Onboard were a group of college students were enjoying their waning days of summer and wanting to really open up on the beds. When they were just about to pack it in, one of them spotted a strange object emerging from one of the clouds.

"What's that?" one of them asked.

"Beats me," said another as the object shifted direction and came straight at them.

"I'd say it's a bird," said another student. "Probably one of them bald eagles or something."

"It's too fast and too big to be a bird," said another student as the object picked up speed.

"A plane?" asked another.

"Maybe," said the original student unconvinced. The object suddenly drew closer and closer and a visible wake was seen behind it.

"Whatever it is I think it's angry!" shouted another student as he slammed on the accelerator. The two vehicles moved faster down the lake beds as the object zoomed in right above and then directly over their heads with a deafening noise accompanied by a sonic boom that shook the students to the bone as an experimental military jet roared by.

Edge of the Salt Beds: General Sam Lane watched the jet's antics through a pair of binoculars before scowling and picking up a nearby radio located on the dashboard of the jeep he was next to.

"Lieutenant Jordan your assignment is to test that plane's capabilities, not to risk crashing it trying to impress or scare some civilians thereby giving away top military secrets," he said menacingly into it.

"Sorry sir but I couldn't resist. Besides, they shouldn't have been out there anyway," came the enigmatic response, clearly untouched by General Lane's tone of voice. Sam Lane scowled while watching the self-dubbed: Man With No Fear perform a pair of aerial maneuvers in the sky before roaring over the Salt Flats again directly over the two vehicles still maneuvering to get away from it.

"Permission to switch to practice rounds?" asked the joking response.

"Denied!" said General Lane. A muffled laugh came over the radio before the plane roared over the Salt Beds again before shooting upwards nearly ninety degrees and performing a loop before shooting off into the cover of the clouds and slamming on the afterburners turning the cloud yellow.

"This test is concluded you may return to base," said Lane into the radio.

"Aw, just five more minutes," said the response condescendingly.

"That's an order!" shouted Lane into the radio.

"Yes sir," came the disappointed response as the plane vanished into the distance. Lane shook his head angrily at the departing plane before turning around to face his companion who was still in the jeep.

"That man has no respect," said Lane as he got in.

"Regardless, he is the best pilot we've ever had in the testing program," said General Hardcastle. "He is willing to take those planes to their maximum limits and then beyond that. You don't find many pilots willing to do that these days, now it's all about using computer models and other nonsense like that. We do need him if we hope to keep the testing program up and running because I know I don't want to put pilots in untested vehicles."

"Yes," agreed Lane as Hardcastle turned on the jeep and drove it off back to Area51. "But a lesson in humility could do him some good."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Hardcastle as he pulled onto the local freeway and headed off down the road.

"My daughter Lois has been spending quite some time down in a Kansas town known as Smallville," began General Lane.

"The town twice devastated by meteor showers?" asked Hardcastle. "I guess you two are related, she's got your resolve."

"Yes, but I'm more concerned about the secondary problems that have erupted in that town after the first meteor shower," said Lane.

"The so called 'Meteor Freaks' investigated by your niece Chloe Sullivan?" asked Hardcastle.

"Yes," agreed Lane. "The government has kept a classified file on what has been going on in that town and with the event not too long ago of a UFO attacking Lex Luthor's jet at nearly 30,000 feet in the air, they have been pressing to establish at least a reoccurring military presence there."

"As I recall you went there yourself under the guise of keeping your daughter safe," said Hardcastle.

"Yes," Lane nodded. "But that was the extent of it aside from the military's evacuation of that town following the second meteor shower. I think it is time we sent another representative to that town."

"Who?" asked Hardcastle before noticing Lane looking off into the sky. "No! You want to send Jordan? You can't be serious, he's a test pilot not a military enforcer."

"It would not be a serious military venture, strictly informal and very temporary, but it would prove the point to this pilot that some military members are not willing to put up with his antics," said Lane as he took out a military document. "Also it would show the town that the military is not intent on destroying Smallville after what occurred with that nuclear missile not too long ago that 'mysteriously' detonated prematurely."

"Okay, but this might blow up in your face," warned Hardcastle. General Lane took out the document and signed it.

"It cannot make things any worse then they are now," said Lane looking at the document. "Hal Jordan is now on official temporary assignment to Smallville Kansas."

Area51: "What?" Hal Jordan asked incredulously. The brown haired pilot was sitting in front of General Hardcastle's desk with the General sitting behind it and General Lane standing right next to him while in the far background, through the General's window, was the VTOL, X-7, that Hal had been piloting over the Salt Beds and was currently being serviced by various mechanics.

"Are you hard of hearing pilot?" asked General Lane menacingly. Hal raised an eyebrow at him before looking at his orders and then back up at him.

"You want me to go to an out of the way town just to show them that the military cares about their fair city?" asked Hal.

"That's it," said Hardcastle.

"And how does this fall under my job description?" asked the pilot beginning to realize he was being set up.

"Look at it this way," said Hardcastle spinning around on his chair to view the VTOL. "At the moment we have no more planes for you to test pilot. However, the billionaire Lex Luthor who currently is residing in Smallville is currently developing our next test vehicle and is reportedly near completion."

"I thought LuthorCorp was a grain manufacturer," Hal commented.

"On the surface yes but he does deal with military weaponry from time to time," said Hardcastle turning around and opening a dossier on his desk and looking through it. "And with the recent but spectacular failure of a project code named: Leviathan, Mr. Luthor is anxious to make up for its failure. The aptly named Bird of Steel is that apology. I won't go into the specifics of its design, that is all classified, but if it works it will revolutionize the fighter industry," said Hardcastle. "And we can't afford to have Mr. Luthor selling this design overseas if you catch my drift. So you'll go, observe, interact, and then bring that bird back to us in one piece is that understood."

"He put you up to this didn't he?" asked Hal pointing to General Lane who smiled menacingly.

"Is that understood?" repeated Hardcastle refusing to be baited.

"Yes sir," said Hal slumping down on his chair defeated.

"Good," said Hardcastle as he slid a second dossier over to the pilot. "Here's all you'll need to know. We've got you holed up in the local recruitment office in Smallville but if you can find alternate lodging feel free to take it. Unless you have any further questions you are dismissed."

Hal raised his hand.

"What soldier?" asked Lane.

"Can I fly the X-7 over there?" Hal asked.

"No," said Lane. "In fact I think you've had enough flight practice for now, you'll be the taking the bus."

Hal opened the dossier and a bus ticket fell out onto his lap.

"You can't be serious," said Jordan shaking his head.

"You'd better get going your bus leaves in fifteen minutes," said Lane consulting his watch. Hal groaned and grabbed his dossier before rushing out the door.

"This should be good," said General Lane.

"You want to put a wager on it?" Hardcastle mused.

"Betting in the military is strictly forbidden," Lane pointed out.

"Call it a friendly bet amongst friends then. I'll say 500 bucks he comes back exactly the same," said Hardcastle.

"You're on, I predict he'll come back a shell of his former self," said Lane.

"We'll see," said Hardcastle with a grin before leaving his office. "We'll see."

Smallville, a few days later: The bus pulled away leaving Hal Jordan, in full military uniform, behind alone in a town he wanted nothing to do with. Sighing he picked up his bags and headed down the main street which was being decorated in anticipation of Thanksgiving.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Hal shaking his head. His hometown of Coast City did nothing of this sort and Hal found the idea that some towns did disturbing.

"Apparently I'm overdressed," said Hal to himself as he began to feel embarrassed by the awkward glances that came his way. He continued on in silence as he passed a few stores and a café called The Talon. As he was doing so he noticed an older blond haired gentleman struggling to get a large pumpkin inside.

"Here let me help you with that," Hal offered as he set down his bags on the side of the building. He grabbed a hold of the side of the pumpkin and both managed to bring it inside, but even with both of them they still found it a struggle and by the time they'd placed it in the window they were both exhausted.

"Thanks," said the man catching his breath. "My son's not in town at the moment otherwise I'd have had him help me."

"I doubt it would've been any easier," said Hal sitting down on one of the chairs in the café.

"Maybe," said the man as if sharing an inside joke with himself. "You're new in town aren't you?"

"Was it that obvious?" asked Hal sarcastically. The man laughed.

"I'm Jonathan Kent," said the man offering his hand.

"Hal Jordan, United States Air Force," said Hal shaking it.

"Come to do some recruiting when some of the students return for the break?" asked the man as he sat down as well.

"That wasn't my intention, no," Hal admitted.

"Upset the wrong person then?" asked Jonathan with a grin.

"You could say that," said Hal breaking out into a smile as well despite himself. Both laughed before another woman joined.

"Jonathan," she acknowledged before turning to the other man. "Who's this?"

"Martha meet Hal Jordan United States Air Force. Mr. Jordan this is my wife Martha," said Jonathan.

"Ma'am," said Hal nodding his head in her direction.

"Mr. Jordan here was helping me bring in some of the pumpkins," Jonathan explained.

"I told you to wait for me to give you some help," said Martha upset. "You've got be more careful with your heart."

"Martha I told you not to worry about it," said Jonathan. "And besides, I didn't want to have to trouble you because you've got enough on your plate already. My wife runs this establishment Mr. Jordan."

Hal looked around. "It's quite nice. Reminds me of some establishments I used to go to back home before I joined up."

"Where'd you used to live?" asked Jonathan as Martha went to get them some water.

"Coast City," answered Hal.

"Ah a west coaster," Jonathan acknowledged. "Hope we're not too primitive for you."

Hal laughed again. "I don't know about back home, but I find it difficult to believe that anyone can be more primitive than my superiors back at the base."

Jonathan laughed at that. "You're alright Mr. Jordan."

"Call me Hal," Hal offered. "I really don't think I'll be wearing my military gear much around here, this is as close to R&R as I'll be getting and I plan to enjoy it."

Martha returned with a couple glasses of water which both thanked her for as she sat down next to them.

"Well if you want some enjoyment, Martha and I also run a farm not too far from here," said Jonathan. "When my son Clark shows up I'll be sure to introduce you somehow I'd imagine you two hitting it off."

"We'll see," said Hal nodding. "Anyway I don't want to trouble you two anymore than necessary, I'll just be going."

"Don't be a stranger," said Jonathan. Hal nodded and left the establishment and picked up his bags and continued walking.

"Do you think we should trust him?" asked Martha after he had left.

"What do you mean?" asked Jonathan confused.

"Well with Clark getting his powers back, do we really want to risk the military finding out about it?" asked Martha a little worried.

"I don't think Hal is a threat," said Jonathan. "He seems like a nice guy to me and Clark's always careful using his powers around other people. He's survived so far, what's one more person?"

"It's your call," said Martha not entirely convinced as she left to get back to her work. Jonathan sighed and finished his water before setting it down on the table and left to go get some of the smaller pumpkins to adorn the front window of The Talon. As he did he felt a brief rush of wind and turned around to see Clark standing right behind him.

"A little too exuberant are we?" asked Jonathan. Clark shrugged.

"What can I say, a week off is a week off. It feels like I've been gone forever though not just a few months," responded the kryptonian before grabbing a pumpkin as well.

"So who was that?" he asked pointing his head down the street where Mr. Jordan was still walking.

"Just an air force pilot who made the wrong people mad, Hal Jordan," said Jonathan. "You know if you've got the time you should show him around."

"I was kind of hoping to spend some time with Lana," Clark reluctantly admitted. Jonathan sighed and shook his head.

"I trust you can spend at least some time away from her," he said.

"Alright," Clark said reluctantly. "I'll find the time."
"Good," said Jonathan. "Think of it as your patriotic duty."

"Maybe I have been gone too long," Clark admitted. Jonathan grinned and lightly punched him on the shoulder as both proceeded inside The Talon.

Down the street Hal was looking around at all the festive decorations and became so engrossed in them that he failed to notice a certain brown individual walking right at him caught up in her cellphone conversation. The two collided and both fell down onto the sidewalk.

"Sorry," said Hal quickly getting up and helping the woman to her feet. As he did, realization hit them both in the eyes.

"Hal?"

"Lois?"

"Oh great," they both said annoyed.

Several miles away: The air sizzled and crackled as artificial lightning appeared before a round black orb became visible and quickly dissipated leaving a strangely garbed individual behind.

"Ah, at last I have arrived back in the past ready to get rid of that pesky Superman from the timeline once and for all!" shouted the individual to the heavens. "He will forever rue the day he crossed TEMPUS!"

As soon as he was finished, silence was heard along with the crickets chirping and the figure held his head in shame before looking both ways down the dirt road he was on.

"Now…how exactly do I get out of here?" the figure wondered bewildered.