Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters of Smallville (technically Rebecca isn't mind since she's Linda Lee with another name added) I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
Category: Crossover, possible Chloe/Clark Romance, Alternate Universe
Keywords: Clark, Lex, Marthafic, Linda Lee
Spoilers: Early season at most.
Author's Note: Though I've given her a new name (I'm sorry, but one more LL
combination in Superman/Smallville and I'm gonna *scream*) and changed a few
details (like her adoption by Clark's aunt), Rebecca Lee is a canon character.
Her full name is Rebecca Linda Lee and she is the canoniacal Supergirl.
Family Secrets
by M
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"Morning honey." Martha Kent smiled at her son as he came down the stairs, his
backpack slung over one shoulder and his jacket in hand.
"Morning guys," Clark greeted his parents with an equally wide smile, dropping
his things next to his chair before sliding into it. Watching the looks the
elder Kents were giving each other, he instantly knew something was up. "Ok,
what is it?"
His mother inhaled slowly then held out an envelope. "I got a letter from my
sister in Gotham."
"Aunt Mary?" His smile widened at the thought of his mother's elder sister.
He was quite close with his aunt - especially due to the annual summer visits
- and a letter from her was always good news. "How're they doing?"
The subdued expression on Martha's face told him this time the news wasn't so
good and Clark straightened up. "How bad? Did something happen to her? Or
Becky? What about Uncle Ron?"
"They're all fine honey." His mother reassured. "Nothing's happened."
"Then what is it?"
"Aunt Mary and Uncle Ron...they're...getting a divorce." Jonathan interjected
with a sigh.
"A *divorce*?! Why?" Clark stared at his parents, flabbergasted.
"The letter doesn't say." Martha replied sadly. "But Mary and Rebecca are
moving back here so I'm sure we'll find out."
"They're moving here?" He was beginning to feel a little ridiculous, constantly
repeating his mother's words back like a questioning parrot.
"This week." She affirmed. "According to Mary, a friend at Wayne Enterprises is
helping them find a place."
"Wonder who the friend is?" Jonathan questioned, leaning over her shoulder,
spying the paragraph she'd been reading. "That's some friend."
"Mmhmmm..." Martha smiled wryly. "Apparently, Bruce is quite concerned that
Mary and Rebecca have a good home here. They've been longtime friends to him
- family - and he decided that if they were leaving Gotham, he'd do everything
he could to ease the transition."
"Good man." Her husband decided with a nod, moving to sit down again.
Hearing the unspoken comparison between Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne, Clark
directed a chastising look in his father's direction.
In response, Jonathan held up his hands. "Never said a word son."
"No, but you were thinking it." He countered immediately.
He didn't deny it, just grinned.
Clark shook his head and turned his gaze back to his mother. "When are they
coming?"
"This weekend." She replied, glancing at the letter. "Mary didn't like the
idea of dropping her into school in the middle of the week, it's bad enough
she has to change schools with the school year already in full swing. Speaking
of which, would you mind showing her around? Mary didn't ask right out, but I
think she'd feel much better about things if she knew you'd be with Rebecca."
"Of course, Mom." He smiled. "I'd do that anyway...I'll introduce her to
everybody..." He frowned thoughtfully. "I think she's already met Pete but
I don't think Chloe was around when Becky visited."
"That's a good idea." Martha smiled at him. "Chloe could certainly help
her adjust. She's been through the same thing."
"Does it say where they'll be living?" Jonathan hid a smile when his exasperated
wife passed him the letter and left the table to refill her coffee.
"I think so, toward the bottom of the letter."
He scanned through the rest of it. "Ah, here it is, they're looking at buying the
Weatherly place." His eyebrows rose. "That's just up the road." A glance in his
wife's direction caught her smiling. "You don't get a move on, son, you'll miss
the bus." He noted, looking back at Clark.
Glancing at his watch, Clark's eyes widened comedically and he wolfed down his
breakfast. "See you guys later." He kissed his mother, grabbed his things, and
raced out the door.
As soon as their son was gone, Jonathan dropped the letter on the table and moved
to slip his arms around his wife. "You ok?"
Grasping the strong arm that held her against him, Martha rested her head back on
his shoulder. "I"m fine, happy even. I can't say it won't be good to have Mary so
close but..." She sighed. "I'm worried about her. It always seemed like her and
Ron's marriage was unshakeable. I can't even begin to imagine the kind of affect
this is having on her."
He kissed her temple. "At least, now she'll have you to turn to."
"I know. I've been telling myself that, but how do I help her? If you and I...."
She shook her head. "I don't know if there would be anything Mary could do to help
me."
"You'll find some way." Jonathan assured. "You're her sister, just being there for
her is a start." When she didn't answer, his suspicions were confirmed. "Want to
tell me what else is bothering you?"
"I'm going to have to lie to her every day, Jonathan." Turning in his embrace,
she hid her face against his chest. "I'm going to lie to my sister, we all will."
"I know." He replied sadly. "But it isn't something we haven't done before. We
can't just sit down and tell her about Clark. You know that as well as I do."
"I know." Martha's voice was muffled by his shirt. "But that doesn't make me
feel better."
"Let's give it some time." He said after some moment's thought. "If it feels
right, we can ask Clark if he wants to tell her. Sound good?"
She smiled gratefully at him. "Very good..." Stretching up slightly, she kissed
him. "Great actually."
He smiled back. "Glad to hear it."
----
Sad faces looked down at her: a man and a woman. She didn't know why they were
sad but they were.
Her little arms reached up for the woman but received no welcoming smile. The
woman's beautiful face crumpled and she began to weep, turning away.
The man reached out to touch her shaking shoulders but she would have no comfort.
Instead, she turned back, tears flowing freely as she removed a necklace and bent
to fasten it about her little neck.
Tears dripped onto her face as the woman pulled back.
"Kara..."
TBC
Category: Crossover, possible Chloe/Clark Romance, Alternate Universe
Keywords: Clark, Lex, Marthafic, Linda Lee
Spoilers: Early season at most.
Author's Note: Though I've given her a new name (I'm sorry, but one more LL
combination in Superman/Smallville and I'm gonna *scream*) and changed a few
details (like her adoption by Clark's aunt), Rebecca Lee is a canon character.
Her full name is Rebecca Linda Lee and she is the canoniacal Supergirl.
Family Secrets
by M
----------
"Morning honey." Martha Kent smiled at her son as he came down the stairs, his
backpack slung over one shoulder and his jacket in hand.
"Morning guys," Clark greeted his parents with an equally wide smile, dropping
his things next to his chair before sliding into it. Watching the looks the
elder Kents were giving each other, he instantly knew something was up. "Ok,
what is it?"
His mother inhaled slowly then held out an envelope. "I got a letter from my
sister in Gotham."
"Aunt Mary?" His smile widened at the thought of his mother's elder sister.
He was quite close with his aunt - especially due to the annual summer visits
- and a letter from her was always good news. "How're they doing?"
The subdued expression on Martha's face told him this time the news wasn't so
good and Clark straightened up. "How bad? Did something happen to her? Or
Becky? What about Uncle Ron?"
"They're all fine honey." His mother reassured. "Nothing's happened."
"Then what is it?"
"Aunt Mary and Uncle Ron...they're...getting a divorce." Jonathan interjected
with a sigh.
"A *divorce*?! Why?" Clark stared at his parents, flabbergasted.
"The letter doesn't say." Martha replied sadly. "But Mary and Rebecca are
moving back here so I'm sure we'll find out."
"They're moving here?" He was beginning to feel a little ridiculous, constantly
repeating his mother's words back like a questioning parrot.
"This week." She affirmed. "According to Mary, a friend at Wayne Enterprises is
helping them find a place."
"Wonder who the friend is?" Jonathan questioned, leaning over her shoulder,
spying the paragraph she'd been reading. "That's some friend."
"Mmhmmm..." Martha smiled wryly. "Apparently, Bruce is quite concerned that
Mary and Rebecca have a good home here. They've been longtime friends to him
- family - and he decided that if they were leaving Gotham, he'd do everything
he could to ease the transition."
"Good man." Her husband decided with a nod, moving to sit down again.
Hearing the unspoken comparison between Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne, Clark
directed a chastising look in his father's direction.
In response, Jonathan held up his hands. "Never said a word son."
"No, but you were thinking it." He countered immediately.
He didn't deny it, just grinned.
Clark shook his head and turned his gaze back to his mother. "When are they
coming?"
"This weekend." She replied, glancing at the letter. "Mary didn't like the
idea of dropping her into school in the middle of the week, it's bad enough
she has to change schools with the school year already in full swing. Speaking
of which, would you mind showing her around? Mary didn't ask right out, but I
think she'd feel much better about things if she knew you'd be with Rebecca."
"Of course, Mom." He smiled. "I'd do that anyway...I'll introduce her to
everybody..." He frowned thoughtfully. "I think she's already met Pete but
I don't think Chloe was around when Becky visited."
"That's a good idea." Martha smiled at him. "Chloe could certainly help
her adjust. She's been through the same thing."
"Does it say where they'll be living?" Jonathan hid a smile when his exasperated
wife passed him the letter and left the table to refill her coffee.
"I think so, toward the bottom of the letter."
He scanned through the rest of it. "Ah, here it is, they're looking at buying the
Weatherly place." His eyebrows rose. "That's just up the road." A glance in his
wife's direction caught her smiling. "You don't get a move on, son, you'll miss
the bus." He noted, looking back at Clark.
Glancing at his watch, Clark's eyes widened comedically and he wolfed down his
breakfast. "See you guys later." He kissed his mother, grabbed his things, and
raced out the door.
As soon as their son was gone, Jonathan dropped the letter on the table and moved
to slip his arms around his wife. "You ok?"
Grasping the strong arm that held her against him, Martha rested her head back on
his shoulder. "I"m fine, happy even. I can't say it won't be good to have Mary so
close but..." She sighed. "I'm worried about her. It always seemed like her and
Ron's marriage was unshakeable. I can't even begin to imagine the kind of affect
this is having on her."
He kissed her temple. "At least, now she'll have you to turn to."
"I know. I've been telling myself that, but how do I help her? If you and I...."
She shook her head. "I don't know if there would be anything Mary could do to help
me."
"You'll find some way." Jonathan assured. "You're her sister, just being there for
her is a start." When she didn't answer, his suspicions were confirmed. "Want to
tell me what else is bothering you?"
"I'm going to have to lie to her every day, Jonathan." Turning in his embrace,
she hid her face against his chest. "I'm going to lie to my sister, we all will."
"I know." He replied sadly. "But it isn't something we haven't done before. We
can't just sit down and tell her about Clark. You know that as well as I do."
"I know." Martha's voice was muffled by his shirt. "But that doesn't make me
feel better."
"Let's give it some time." He said after some moment's thought. "If it feels
right, we can ask Clark if he wants to tell her. Sound good?"
She smiled gratefully at him. "Very good..." Stretching up slightly, she kissed
him. "Great actually."
He smiled back. "Glad to hear it."
----
Sad faces looked down at her: a man and a woman. She didn't know why they were
sad but they were.
Her little arms reached up for the woman but received no welcoming smile. The
woman's beautiful face crumpled and she began to weep, turning away.
The man reached out to touch her shaking shoulders but she would have no comfort.
Instead, she turned back, tears flowing freely as she removed a necklace and bent
to fasten it about her little neck.
Tears dripped onto her face as the woman pulled back.
"Kara..."
TBC
