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Timeline: 

	For Ranma, this takes place several weeks after
Jusendou.  
	For Smallville, this takes place during the last half
of �Leech�, Episode 12, Season 1.  
	
Quick Recount:  
	During a geology class trip, Clark gets into a
bizarre accident involving a lightning strike, meteor
rock (raw kryptonite), and a classmate by the name of
Eric Summers.  Later the next day when Clark fails to
push his dad�s pickup truck out of the mud, he finds
out that his abilities are gone.  However, after
hearing news of Eric stopping a would-be thief by
throwing him thirty feet into the back of a truck, he
discovers that his abilities were 
transferred to Eric.
	While Clark discovers the joys and pains of being
normal, Eric is having to deal with superhuman powers.
 His newfound abilities, though granting him temporary
fame via Chloe�s newspaper article at Smallville High,
manage to make the already rough relationship between
Eric and his father even worse.  After his father
threatens to let some of his scientist friends run
some tests on his son, Eric, in a fit of sudden rage,
goes on a rampage.  After throwing around the
boyfriend of a girl he likes like a rag doll and thus
being ultimately rejected by her, Eric runs back home
to ask his parents help.
	Unfortunately, he finds out that his parents had
already called the cops.  After resisting arrest by
trashing a few police cars, Eric runs off to 
find the one place where he got those powers in the
first place, not realizing that Clark was source.  
	After hearing of Eric�s actions from both sets of
parents, Clark, armed with his lead box and Lana�s
meteor rock necklace, goes off to find Eric and 
hopefully get him to calm down�  

�Conversation�
�Thoughts�

**Thanks to hpackrat for helping me iron out the last
parts of this chapter!**

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A Saotome in Smallville
A Ranma �/Smallville crossover
Prologue:  Divergence
By Darksoar 
E-mail:  darksoar@yahoo.com
Webpage:  www.geocities.com/darksoar/start.html
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	Huffing and puffing, Clark jogged on the road that
eventually led to the top of the dam.  It had taken
him a good thirty minutes to get this far, 
even after hitching a ride.  Even after being �normal�
for a full day, it was hard to get used to the
fatigue, the burning in his muscles and the quick 
shortness of breath whenever he exerted himself.   
	�Being normal has its moments,� he gasped out, �but
right now, I�d love to have my speed back.  It would
sure make getting around a lot easier, 
not to mention a great deal faster.�
	He could feel the wind picking up, as if signaling
that a storm was in the making.  The youngest Kent
idly wondered if he had a deathwish; after all, his
ribs still ached from being thrown on top of a car in
Smallville High�s parking lot.  He was also bereft of
his abilities, thanks to a freak 
combination of meteor rock and a lightning strike. 
Said abilities were transferred to one Eric Summers,
who was now discovering the disadvantages of having
them. 
	But, just like what he told his parents, he felt
responsible for his gifts, even though someone else
had them.  That went double when that someone 
tried to use them to serve their own purposes,
especially when their purposes resulted in a ton of
damage.  As it was, armed with Lana�s necklace, which 
was in the lead box currently being held in his right
hand, Clark knew that only he could stop Eric before
the other boy could really hurt someone.  
	Clark would have felt proud and heroic, but his sense
of responsibility and his controlled fear were
foremost in his mind.  
	He stopped running and bent over, resting his hands
on his knees.  Taking a moment to catch his breath, he
remembered the scene back at the Summer�s house. 
Police cars flipped over, the front lawn torn up, the
wooden fence torn to bits and even the house itself
wasn�t spared.  From the looks of it, one of the
police cars had the misfortune to find its way into
Eric�s hands.  Luckily, the officers had been smart
enough to scramble out at the last minute.  
	Clark hoped that he could talk to Eric and somehow
convince him to listen to reason, hopefully.  He
really wanted to help Eric, if only the Chloe-
named �Superboy� would allow him.  If not, well, then
he was going to have to going to get close enough to
Eric for the meteor rock necklace to take effect.  
	�Now how would I go about doing that?� he asked
himself.  The son of Jonathon Kent was a bit reluctant
to get close to the son of Professor Summers; which
was understandable considering what had happened last
time.  
	However, as he saw it, he had no choice in the
matter.  One way or another, Eric would have to be
brought under control before he killed someone. 
	Clark shook his head.  It was really too bad that
Eric and his father had a strained relationship.  If
Mr. Summers was capable of even one-fourth 
the understanding, the support, and the love Jonathon
had for his son, the violent confrontation with the
cops would not have taken place.  Things would have
ended differently, for the better.
	As it was, if Clark failed to successfully reason
with Eric, he would have to try and goad him into
coming closer, perhaps making him even angry enough to
attempt another throw.  Obviously, that would call for
Eric to get his hands on Clark.  And once that
happened, Clark would suddenly spring the trap.  
	After that, well...
	Suddenly, Clark realized that he didn�t know what to
do after if he was successful.  It wasn�t like he
could blackmail Eric with keeping his act clean with
the threat of the meteor rock.  Nor was it equally
likely Clark would be able to keep him under
surveillance 24/7.  And if somehow he managed to pull
that off, it wouldn�t be right at all, but what else
could he do?
	The young Kent decided that he would just have to
cross that bridge when he came to it.  There was no
more time to contemplate the matter anymore.  He�d
already arrived at the place where Eric though he
could get rid of �it�.

/*******************/

	The first thought that went through Clark�s head was
�Whoa, deju vu.�
	Thanks to the railing lights, he was able to see Eric
Summers standing at the almost exact same spot as he
did yesterday � right on top of the railing.  The
breeze ruffled the long, black coat he was wearing; it
was slowly growing in strength, Clark idly noted.   
         Clark�s eyes widened when he noticed that the
bottom half of Eric�s shoes were stepping out on thin
air.  Despite the fact that Eric was now superhuman,
Clark began to feel concerned for him, especially when
the other boy�s balance on the railing seemed very
unstable.    
	�Gotta get him down from there,� he thought to
himself.  When he got within ten feet of his geology
classmate turned Superboy, he came to a halt, 
breathing hard. 
	�Eric, Eric!� he shouted, hoping to catch his
attention.  
	It did.  The other boy turned and caught sight of
Clark.  A strange expression was on Eric�s face as he
smirked at farm boy.  
	Gulping hard, Clark used both hands to hold the lead
box in preparation and was about to take a step
forward...
	...when the look in Eric�s eyes told him exactly what
was going to happen...
	...Clark yelled, �Eric, don�t!�.  However, Eric just
shrugged...
	...and let himself fall off the railing.  
	�No!� Clark�s mind shrieked as he ran over and looked
down just in time to see Eric�s tiny body vanishing in
the darkness below.

/*******************/

	It was too dark down there; he couldn�t see anything
the size of a human body.
	After witnessing Eric�s suicide attempt, Clark had
raced to the bottom of the dam.  Now he stood in front
of the restrictive fencing that lined the 
perimeter of the water tunnel.  Just behind him and to
the right was a power-station.  As he squinted his
eyes and peered around, hoping to for at least a
glimpse, he heard a voice behind him.
	�You should�ve let me go the first time Clark.  It
would�ve been better than living like this.�
	Turning around, Clark saw with a bit of relief and
apprehension that apparently Eric had also gained his
invulnerability.  The shorter, brown-haired teenager
was casually waving his arms around and didn�t even
have a mark on him, obviously unharmed.  He sounded
angry, and not a little frustrated.  
	Showtime.  
        With the breeze flinging his unruly hair
around, Clark took several steps forward, impulsively
tightening his hold on his secret weapon.  
        His ONLY weapon, for that matter.
        Okay Kent, first move is to try and reason
with him first.  
	�Eric, why�d you go jump off that dam?� Clark asked,
genuinely wanting to know why. 
 	Eric spread his hands to both sides; the wind picked
up the edges of his coat and billowed it behind him
dramatically, like a cape or something. In a sarcastic
tone, he said, �I was testing myself, to see if I have
any limits.  Apparently I don�t.�  
	Clark could hear the pain and the beginnings of
self-hatred in his voice.  From a normal teenager to a
hunted, superpowered freak, he thought sadly.  All in
one day too.  Maybe it wasn�t too late to help him.  
	�Look, you can adjust to these abilities.  You�ve got
to give yourself some time,� Clark offered, with all
the earnestness he could muster.  �Please, 
Eric, listen to me, I know what I�m talking about!�
	Unfortunately that seemed to push a button labeled
�suspicion� as Summers just glared at him with an
extremely doubtful look.  �How�d you know, Clark?�
	�I know because they were originally mine!�  But of
course, Clark couldn�t say that as he didn�t want Eric
to know his secret.  He mentally raced for something
good to say, came up short, and then, for lack of
anything else, repeated himself.  
	�I�m-I�m just saying that you�ve got to give yourself
some time.�
	�LAME!  My god, Kent, that was so lame!� his mind
admonished him sharply.  �Oh yeah, that�ll really
convince him now!�  
	Eric showed that he was anything BUT convinced as his
face became an angry scowl and he began stalking
towards Clark. �Oh, so, in time, my parents won�t be
scared of me.  The girl of my dreams won�t think that
I�m a freak.  The cops won�t be after me,� he spat out
mockingly, now standing directly in front of the
taller boy.
        Although he wanted to, Clark didn�t back up. 
He stayed where he was and gazed steadily at the angry
Eric, trying to convince him of his sincerity.  
	�I can help!� �Please, Eric, cool down, I don�t want
to do this to you�� His fingers were anxiously rubbing
the lid, ready to open it at a 
moment�s notice. 
	However, Eric wasn�t buying it.  �I don�t want your
help, Clark!� he sneered and, faster then the farm boy
could react, suddenly grabbed him by his jacket and
threw him to the side.  With Eric�s superstrength,
Clark went flying through the air and crashed into the
chain-linked fence gate that surrounded the
power-station.  With his weight and the force of
Eric�s throw, the combination was enough to break the
gate down. 
	When Clark slammed on the ground, his already bruised
ribs creaked alarmingly as they were subjected to
further punishment.  A split-second before that
however, his body had begun to twist to the side. 
Thus, when Clark landed, it was in an awkward position
and his left shoulder took the brunt of the fall. 
Simultaneously, his head banged against the gate�s
steel post supports.  Had Clark landed on his back,
the impact would have given him a severe concussion
but as it was, it was on his shoulder and so the 
height difference had saved Clark, for the most part. 
The gash above his left eyebrow had been torn open and
was worse then before; blood began streaming down from
it.  
	Excruciating agony of the likes he�d never felt
before lanced out from the direction of his shoulder,
followed immediately by an alarming 
numbness.  White-hot pain seared his nerves raw and as
unused to such an intensive sensation, Clark blacked
out momentarily.  When he regained consciousness, he
had no idea how much time had elapsed, but he suddenly

remembered the situation he was in. 
	Cracking his eyes open, Clark quickly took stock. 
Eric was swaggering arrogantly, a careless smirk on
his face as he slowly advanced towards Clark�s
position.  It was then that two questions made
themselves known to the young Kent.  
	One, why was half of the damaged fence gate lying on
top of him and two, where the hell was the lead box?
	It was time to get moving.  
	Somehow managing to push the pain to one side, Clark
rolled over on his back; an act that almost caused him
to faint from the fresh surge of dagger spikes
emanating from his left shoulder.  He had to pause
momentarily to master the pain, then lifted his good
arm and shoved the gate off him.  Shooting a quick
glance at the slowly advancing figure of Eric, 
Clark then frantically looked around for the box,
hoping that it hadn�t gotten 
far.  
	After all, no lead box = no meteor rock necklace =
very bad situation for Mr. Clark Kent.  
	After one heart-stopping second, the young Kent
located it lying on the ground just to his left. 
Luckily for him, it had landed upside down, 
preventing the lid from opening and thus preventing
the necklace from flying the coop.  Not wasting any
time, Clark immediately sat up and reached out with
his good arm to grab it.  A split-second later, he
felt a hand grab hold of the lapels of his jacket and
lift him up with casual ease, as if he weighed nothing
at all.  
	Bringing the box close to his stomach, Clark edged
his thumb under the lid in preparation and then looked
up at his opponent.
	If Eric�s expression was anything to judge by, he
clearly wasn�t planning on sitting down quietly and
having a nice little chat with Clark.  It was also
soon equally evident that Eric had let his fury at
being �hunted� by the police take over.  No more Mr.
Nice Superboy it seemed.  
	�If they�re going to treat me like a criminal, then
I�m going to give them something to be scared about,�
Eric promised darkly.
	That threatening proclamation severely disappointed
Clark.  Ever since the young Kent had found out about
the transfer of his abilities, he had 
felt a sort of kinship with Eric and had been hoping
the two of them could arrive at some common ground. 
Although Clark was jealous of Eric stopping the thief
who had mugged Chloe, and even though they were the 
same age, it was a little absurd, but Clark felt as if
he was a proud father of a kid who had just made the
right choice. 
	However, that feeling had been severely deflated when
Eric had gone on a rampage and thrown around Molly�s
boyfriend as easily as he had done 
moments later with Clark.  
	Eyeing the shorter (but infinitely stronger) teen
warily, Clark was grateful that Eric seemed to dismiss
the notion that he could be hurt, thereby 
ignoring the lead box as completely insignificant. 
Despite the fact that Eric�s throw had injured him,
Clark was hesitant to open the box and wondered why. 
Maybe somewhere deep down inside, he was hoping that 
this encounter still could turn out differently�
	�Look, that�s not the answer.�
	Eric pulled him even closer so that their faces were
only inches apart. He leered at the taller boy
scornfully and shook him like a rag doll.   
	�C�mon Clark!� Eric snapped harshly.  �If you had the
power to do whatever you want, what would you do?�
	Despite the fact that he was in mortal danger,
Chloe�s best friend and would-be suitor of Lana gazed
steadily back at the rejected, would-be suitor 
of Molly.  There was no hesitation in his voice as he
replied with an answer that was straight from his
heart. 
	�I�d stop people like you,� he stated fearlessly,
then immediately suited his actions to his words by
quickly flipping open the lid.  �I�m sorry 
about this, Eric, but you need to calm down and listen
to reason before you kill somebody.�
	The necklace flared to life, casting a pale green
light on Eric�s face.  The effect was instantaneous. 
Like a marionette whose strings had been cut, he
suddenly let go of Clark, who landed unsteadily on his
feet, and staggered three feet backwards before
clumsily falling on his butt.  From firsthand
experience, the young Kent knew exactly what had
happened; that allowed him to sympathize with Eric but
he couldn�t stop with his plan. 
        However, almost immediately Clark found out
that something was wrong.  This was revealed when Eric
was able to stand up, albeit a bit unsteadily.  It was
then that Clark finally realized that Eric had
managed, unknowingly, to get beyond the effective
range of the meteor rock necklace. 
	Clark thought, �Well, that�s not good.�	
	Superboy Summers looked completely different now then
he was just a few minutes ago, his brash, cocky
uncontrolled confidence having given 
way to a newborn fear, utter confusion and turmoil.  
	�Wh-what the hell was that?  What did you just do to
me?� Eric yelled in a quite understandable fashion. 
He couldn�t believe it; he�d thought that 
he had no limits; that he was virtually
indestructible, unstoppable.  Now, just because of a
surprise Clark had pulled, Eric had felt as if the
wind was knocked out of him for good and his strength
had begun to diminish at an alarming rate.  His arms
and legs had felt as if they had suddenly turned into 
jelly, thus the reason why he had suddenly let go of
Clark.
	A new, unknown element had made an appearance; that
much Eric was sure of.  Already, he had learned two
things that didn�t sit too well with him.  One, said
new, unknown element apparently had a sort of
weakening effect on him and two, he held no doubt that
Clark had known exactly what would happen.  
	Shakily climbing back to his feet, a million thoughts
raced through his head.  He felt lightheaded, dizzy,
and surprisingly detached from the rest of 
the world.  Although Eric wasn�t aware of it, he was
currently experiencing a minor variation of what was
commonly called �shell-shock�.  There were just too
many things to deal with that his brain had an
extremely hard time in trying to keep up.  A fresh
assault of sudden fear led him to reconsider his 
suddenly questionable invincibility; he wasn�t so sure
now about the destructive actions he had done in the
past several hours.  The seeds of guilt were born.  
	Eric Summers looked in a mirror and found that he
wasn�t comfortable with the image that looked back. 
He panicked.
	Clark had no idea what to do.  He stood there for
several moments holding the open lead box before him
like some sort of shield, furiously trying to think
what his next step should be.  In any case, he wasn�t
expecting Eric to suddenly disappear in a burst of
super-speed.  
	�Eric!� he yelled out automatically.    
	Not surprisingly, there was no response.  The other
boy was gone.  
	Despite his upbringing, there was only one way Clark
could sum up what he was feeling at the moment.  
	�Damn,� he whispered.  Then the stress and exhaustion
from the events of the day caught up with him; his
knees buckled, his eyes rolled up and he fell to the
ground in an unconscious heap.  

End Prologue

Author�s Notes:  Just an idea I had to try out.  Let
me know what�cha guys think.  Ranma and crew will be
making in Chapter 1. 

Ja ne,

Darksoar
9/23/05


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