Title: #1 Apple Pie

Rating: T

Clark Sided

A/N: Special thank you to my beta, imnotjkr.

Clark walked into the Kent farmhouse with a smile on his face. Apple harvesting had begun which meant one thing: Martha Kent's homemade apple pie. Clark looked forward to it in the fall season every year. As he whistled his way into the kitchen he stopped at the sight of her.

He never could get used to the fact that someone was living with them, especially someone as annoying as her.

"Oh hi Sweetheart. How was studying with Chloe?" Martha asked. She was doing dishes in the sink.

He ignored his mother, mentally sizing up Lois.

"Clark?" Martha asked again waiting for an answer.

Clark pulled a face at Lois as he went to the fridge.

Lois felt Clark's heavy gaze, groaning happily. "Mrs. K that is amazing apple pie."

Clark whipped round from where he'd been searching for leftovers in the fridge to see Lois get up from the kitchen island and placed the dirty pie plate in the sink.

"YOU ATE MY PIE?"

"I didn't see your name on it!" Lois yelled angrily

"Clark Joseph Kent!" Martha snapped, interrupting their yelling match.

Clark and Lois glared at each other but held their tongues.

"-Lois is our guest," Martha said turning towards him. His scowl deepened as Lois stuck her tongue out at him from behind Martha. His mother sent him a look that read be nice before she turned back to do the dishes.

"Did you seriously eat HALF a pie?"

"Like you wouldn't have, it was delicious. You know it melts in your mouth and mmm." She groaned and then smiled impishly at him.

Clark glared at her again. "You're a girl… Aren't you supposed to be worried about your figure?"

"Are you saying I'm fat?" She used both hands to give him a push. Martha grinned a little, her son definitely walked right into that one.

He stumbled backwards a bit being caught off guard, "I….ah… I mean…"

She sent him a frosty look before turning back to his mother. "You make an awesome pie, Mrs. K," she said, smiling sweetly at Martha. "I'm going to call the general… I'll be in the barn… I wouldn't want to bother you with the yelling match." She clicked her tongue nervously and grabbed her phone from the kitchen island before going to head out the door, before pausing and turning towards Clark. "Oh and Smallville… I'll get you for that comment."

He glared at her silhouette, following it as she walked into the barn.