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Chapter 1The months had passed quickly after the death of his father. Knowing that if he hadn't went down that certain path on that day his father could still be alive. But as Chloe says "You can't stop everything for one bad experience no matter how bad it is". It's much easier to say than actually to believe it to be true.
His mum had taken up the role of State Senator. It had taken a lot of her time but she was happy to be doing it for her loved ones. Jonathon would have wanted her to take over. Clark was able to give her the space for her to put her full attention towards her new role while he took full care of the farm. Occasionally people who had been close friends with Jonathon had come over to give their support and help with daily chores. Anything to prevent the Luthors being in control.
Lex had finally shown his true colours, especially to Clark. The once good, charitable best friend who would do anything to prove he wasn't like his father was now exactly like him. In fact he was even worse. He forgot about the small businesses he had shown great interest in. Their success had dwindled but the community was pulling together to try and help each other. Maybe it was one of the blessings Jonathon had brought. Community Spirit.
Clark also new that Lex was still experimenting on the Kryptonite. Even more than what was happening in the past.
One of the many events Martha's position held was hosting various Charity balls like the one Clark was now dressing for. Martha had no one else that she would rather accompany her than her son. And as much as Clark loved his mum he hated wearing a tux.
"Clark! We need to go. Are you ready yet"
He looked in the mirror and scrutinised the reflection. Nothing was wrong with it but it still didn't feel right. But he wasn't going to let his mum down. He made his way down stairs towards the kitchen where is mum was waiting.
"Mum. You look Beautiful"
She wore a black silk gown which was decorated with sparkling diamantes in the shape of stars. A thick wool shawl draped across her shoulder. It was now winter and it was even colder at night on the streets of Metropolis. Her eyes filled with such feeling that Clark's heart plummeted a few inches.
"Really. I know I'm not young enough too wear such a beauti…"
"Mum! Mum, you are beautiful and I can't imagine you wearing anything that is less than this amazing dress. I think I would just spoil it to be in your presence."
"Don't be silly Clark. I wouldn't be able to go at all if you weren't with me." She smiled with joy and sorrow and gave her son a huge hug. They remained for a few moments in each others arms. Martha pulled away and turned to the desk where a small felt bag lay. "I have something you should have." She emptied the contents in to her hands. Two silver cuff links one was a padlock and the other was a key. The amazing detail each showed was enough to prove the amazing workmanship that went into it. "These were your fathers… he wear them on our wedding day. A gift from my father. He said it symbolised a strong union. He said that he wanted you to have them. He would have them to you on your wedding day. But I want you to wear them tonight."
Clark watched as his mum placed them on her son's cuffs.
"Thanks"
"Now let's go. I've got to make a speech."