Special thanks to Stacey, Will, Chelly and Kris.
A/N: There is a character in this fic (I'll give you one guess) that we've seen on the show. However this character wasn't developed a ton so I've taken it upon myself to change him up a bit. I've made him more of a smart ass than I think he was on the show. I wanted to tell you, so you are aware that this character is supposed to be OOC. So please don't freak out about it and try and accept him this way. Thanks!
"Clark!" Martha called from the kitchen as she prepared breakfast.
Then, after a few minutes without his usual answer, she called again, "Clark! Breakfast!" She placed the frying pan of bacon on a trivet atop the breakfast bar and called again, "Hurry up or you'll be late!" The toaster popped out two more pieced of golden toast and she quickly picked them up and dropped them onto a plate. She filled two tall glasses of orange juice for her boys, set the pitcher down and waited. Another minute passed with no answer or creaks from the floorboards upstairs. She took a piece of bacon and ate it as she made her way up the stairs. "Clark, your breakfast is getting cold," she said as she licked her fingers.
His bedroom door creaked open as she knocked on it. She stepped inside; expecting to see him tangled in his covers with a pillow over his head, sound asleep, but instead she found it empty. His bed was made, meaning the blankets were quickly and sloppily thrown up and the pillows were crooked. His backpack hung on the back of his desk chair and his computer was turned on. A blue flannel shirt laid on his bed and his boots were where he left them, near his closet. After she quickly glanced around his room she went to the bathroom but it was empty as well.
"Martha?" Jonathan called from downstairs.
"Uh, I'm upstairs. Be right down," she answered then went back down the stairs. "Have you seen Clark this morning? He's not in the house."
"Yeah, he helped me earlier with the cattle," he sat down and began dishing his eggs and bacon, "Maybe he's in the barn."
"Maybe," she was confused. She hadn't seen or heard him leave. Granted, Clark had the ability to appear out of nowhere without making a sound but why would he go outside without his shoes. That wasn't like him. No, something wasn't right. She could feel it. "I'm going to go check," she gave Jonathan a kiss on the cheek and headed out the kitchen door.
Jonathan had finished eating and was putting his dish in the sink when Martha came back. He could see the worry on her face, "What is it?"
"He's not out there; I searched the whole barn. Something's not right, Jonathan."
Jonathan furrowed his brow; "Maybe he left early for school."
"Without saying goodbye? Or taking his backpack or wearing his shoes?"
"Martha, don't worry. I saw him half an hour ago. He probably just left in a rush." He gave her a kiss on the forehead, "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll call his cell phone," he picked up the phone, "and I'll give him an earful for making his mother worry." He joked.
Martha wanted to believe Jonathan, she really did. But her motherly instincts were kicking in. She knew her son and he wouldn't leave without warning. As Jonathan put the phone to his ear, Martha heard a ringing upstairs. She shot him a fearful glance before she ran upstairs. The ringing lead her to Clark's bedroom and to his cell phone that sat on his desk next to his wallet, keys and watch. Jonathan turned off the phone as he entered the room behind her and began to feel the fear she was feeling.
Clark was gone.
-Twenty Minutes Earlier-
Clark pulled his jeans up, buttoned and zipped them, then pulled his belt through the loops and fastened it. He always felt so refreshed after a hot shower. He had gotten up early today to help his dad with chores, so he waited to shower so he wouldn't smell of farm for school. Well, smell more than he usually did. He sat on his bed, put his socks on and then pulled on a white t-shirt. He stood, grabbed his blankets and tossed them up over his bed. He picked up two pillows from the floor and dropped them at the head of the bed. He had never been neat when making his bed but he dutifully tried every morning.
He kicked his dirty boots out of the way so he could open his closet door then he pulled out a flannel to wear.
"You've got mail," his computer announced.
He sighed. Chloe was probably sending him another email, telling him not to forget about their meeting and not to be late again. He tossed his shirt on the bed and sat down at the computer. He moved his wallet, keys and watch from the mouse pad and set them next to his cell phone. He moved the cursor over the blinking 'inbox' link and clicked it.
An email window popped open then the screen instantly turned bright green. Vertical rows of binary code rapidly blinked up and down, penetrating his eyes, into his brain. The screen disappeared and he blinked. He stood and in an instant, he was gone; super speeding from his room, his home and headed for Metropolis.
"Clark!" Martha called from the kitchen as she prepared breakfast.
-Ten Minutes Earlier-
"Is it ready?" he asked, leaning over her shoulder, peaking at the computer screen.
"Almost," she replied, "Can you give me some room here?"
He backed away, "Sorry." She typed with skill, her eyes darting back and forth under her stylish back rimmed glasses. "Did you word it exactly as I told you?" he asked.
"Yes," she continued typing.
"Read it back to me."
She sighed, "What? Don't you trust me?"
"Molly, you know I trust you but there is no room for error. Now read it back to me."
"Fine," she smiled as she clicked a few times on the mouse. A screen popped up and she read, "Do not speak with anyone. Do not make a sound. Come to twelve, Fulton Avenue in Metropolis. Once inside, go to room thirteen and close the door behind you. Leave immediately."
He smiled, "Perfect. Send it."
"Yes sir," she clicked send and swiveled around to face him.
"Lets get going. He'll be there soon."
"You've got mail," his computer announced.
