Clark sighed and stretched his shoulder as he lifted a hay bale onto the truck.

"Problems with the almighty Clark Kent? What's wrong Boy Scout?" a voice said from behind him.

Turning Clark saw a young man with sandy brown hair and a cheeky arrogant smirk.

"Bart Allen. Figured you'd turn up sooner or later."

"You don't sound too pleased to see me."

"Not that I don't enjoy your company, because I do, but I'm just a little curious as to what you're doing here." Clark sat down on the truck and Bart leant on it next to him.

Bart chuckled. "I'm here for a visit. Needed a break. So how are things with everyone?"

"Good. Mom's annoyed that Lionel Luther won't leave her alone and I think we both know how dad would like that, if he knew about it. She's keeping a lot of things secret from him these days. Lex is good, still baling me out of any trouble I happen to get myself into while I'm-"

"Off being a hero? How about Chloe and Pete?"

"They're cool. Pete knows about me, because I told him, and somehow Chloe figured it out."

"Wouldn't put it past her, she's a clever girl. Speaking of the fairer sex, how are things with Lana?" Bart waggled his eyebrows annoyingly.

Clark restrained a scowl and forced a smile. "Okay, she has no idea about either my abilities or my feelings."

"Come on! You've got to tell her!" Bart said disbelievingly.

"I can't!"

Bart punched him lightly on the arm. "Wimp!" Bart hopped up from the truck and ran off. Clark chuckled and then followed.

Busy over some washing up Martha Kent glanced up and saw the high speed race and the large cloud of dust which followed them. She looked on in amusement as the two coloured blurs flashed and darted around Chloe's car which had just pulled up containing her and Pete. They got out and watched the blurred boys zip around them.

"Uh, hi guys." Chloe said trying not to laugh as they circled her making her hair almost stand on end. She quickly tried to keep it in order.

"Give it up Clark! You know you can't catch me!" Bart called over his shoulder as they whipped away from Chloe.

He then tripped over a concealed rock and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Clark screeched to a halt and knelt beside him. They were quite near the red truck.

"Are you alright?" Chloe said as she and Pete rushed up to them.

"Hurt my ankle. Can you scan it for me?" Bart looked up at Clark who obliged.

"No break, I think it's a twist or a sprain."

Jonathan failed to see them and backed the truck up hitting his son in the back of the head. They had also failed to notice what he was doing. Clark toppled forward and Jonathan looked out in alarm.

"Jesus!" he swore.

"What's wrong sir?" Pete asked.

"I think the brakes failed. I can't stop the truck!"

Jonathan jumped out of the truck to stop it rolling down the hill onto the two stricken boys. But however much he and Pete tried to stop its progress they couldn't stop one of the wheels driving gently over Bart's arm. He cried out and Jonathan and Pete tried to push it back off his arm.

Without Clark's help however they couldn't do it.

"Need a hand?" a female voice said from behind them.

In a second the woman was at the truck and was lifting it solo off them. She stood there with the whole truck in one hand three feet off the ground. She walked away from the group with it and set it down at an angle to the hill so that it wouldn't roll down it.

"I'll fix those brakes for you later if you want." she said casually wandering back over to them.

Kneeling down beside Bart she put her hands on his ankle. A bluish-white gas came out of them and went into his foot.

"Wow, no pain."

"You're healed." She told him in a bored voice. She turned to Clark and put her hand on his forehead. He woke up with a start.

"What happened?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Bart said looking at the woman in confusion. "Who are you?"

She was a tall woman, almost taller than Clark. She had long brown hair with one plume of ginger that ran from the roots to the tip of her hair. Her eyes were a startling green and she was by no means ugly. She wore a slick pair of black jeans with a brown Native American style top and a three quarter length brown leather coat. She held herself with an elegance and ease which showed that it didn't do to mess with her.

"I'm an urban legend. They call me Amber." She spoke with a clipped English accent and a deep voice for a woman.

"Wait, I've heard of you." Chloe said. "Whenever anyone's in danger in the world she shows up and fixes it within seconds of the incident beginning. No one knows how she does it. I heard she can stop hurricanes and tidal waves single handed. There are pictures of her going back as far as the turn of the century."

"And paintings before that. You go to the national portrait gallery in London and you will find at least two paintings of me, from different centuries."

"How come?" Bart asked.

"I'm not like you. I'm not even human."

"I take it you're one of the good guys, then?" Clark asked cautiously.

"One of the best."