Chapter One

This is for all you Smallville fans out there-

This one begins when Clark returns home from Metropolis with Jonathan

Martha was just about to put her famous butternut cookies in the oven when she herd a knock at the door. She quickly went to open it thinking Jonathan must have locked himself out of the house again. She opened the door and to her surprise not only was Jonathan there but Clark was there too, acting as a support for Jonathan to lean on. She stood there in amazement for what seemed like hours when Jonathan passed out right in Clark's arms. It was at this moment when Martha realized that both Jonathan and Clark were badly beat up.

"What happened to you two?" asked Martha as she helped Clark get his father to the nearest couch.

"Don't worry about me mom," said Clark as he glanced up at her from his father, " we need to worry about Dad, he made some sort of deal with Jor-el in order to bring me back and I think that his body just wasn't able to handle it."

"But I've been worried sick about you," said Martha with a lot of concern, "any mother in her right mind would be worried if her son disappeared for three months and then shows up on her doorstep bloody and bruised." At that very moment Jonathan began to stir and wake up. Both Martha and Clark drew in closer to him as fear crept further into their minds. "Jonathan what were you thinking?" Said Martha in a very worried tone, "Making a deal with Jor-el."

"Let's not worry about that now," He said with a smile, "all I want to think about is having this family back together." He looked wearily from Martha to Clark before slowly drifting back into a deep sleep. Martha looked at Jonathan as he slept silently when she realized that Clark was still there. She looked up from Jonathan to see what bumps and bruises her son had. She looked at him for a few minutes realizing that he looked even worse than Jonathan. 'This is odd,' she thought, 'Clark never get hurt, it's like he is made of steel.'

"Now how did you get hurt?" She asked quite puzzled.

"Frankly, I really don't know," said Clark in the same puzzled tone as his mother, "all I remember is waking up in a warehouse all bloody with Dad right beside me in the same condition."

"But you have never gotten hurt before," said Martha.

"I know, that's why I am so confused," said Clark.

What neither Clark nor Jonathan knew was that they had fallen into a secret lab, owned by Lionel Luther, that was infested with a vast collection of meteor rocks (which all of us readers know that Kryptonians are allergic to them).This lab had caught fire when they fell in resulting in toxic fumes which both Jonathan and Clark had inhaled causing both to bleed and bruise.

"You'd better go to bed then and maybe you will feel better in the morning," suggested Martha.

"Alright, good night mom," he said as he leaned into give his mom a good night kiss and with that he vanished upstairs.

The next morning Clark was feeling much better but unfortunately Jonathan was much worse. He had woken up several times during the night yelling you can't have him and then passing out again. Martha was seriously considering taking him to the hospital if it got any worse. Which to no one's surprise, it did. Now when Jonathan woke up he could barely move, let alone talk and he kept saying the someone was coming after him which left Martha both stunned and afraid. She even decided to call Lana and invite her over for extra support because Clark was doing all the farm work. She picked up the phone and dialed Lana's phone number. The phone rang and rang but finally someone answered. "Hello," said Lana.

"Hi Lana," said Martha, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming over for awhile, for some well…. moral support."

"Of course," said Lana quite happy to get out of the house, "but why do you need moral support? Are there problems at the farm?"

"No, Clark has the farm under control," said Martha, "it's Jonathan again, he is quite ill."

"Clark is back," she said trying not to sound too enthusiastic, "and I am sorry to hear about Mr. Kent, so I'll be right over." Lana said this in a more sympathetic way trying to brighten Martha's spirits. She then said her good-byes and got ready to leave when Chloe walked in. Chloe was the last person she wanted to speak with let alone see her face to face. Chloe had lied to everyone about knowing where Clark was and Lana still wasn't ready to let it go. She knew a month had passed but that didn't mean a thing, she was still too mad to even think about forgiving Chloe at this very point in time. "I am getting ready to leave," said Lana quite curtly, "so if you don't mind."

"Actually, I do mind," said Chloe, "I told you I was sorry, doesn't that count for anything?"

"No, it doesn't," replied Lana, "you lied to me and I don't think I can ever forgive you for that."

"But, what you don't remember is that you lied to me too," said Chloe, "about you and Clark. I could have done exactly what you are doing to me now when I found out. I love Clark more than he will ever know and when you two got together my dreams of ever having that relationship with him vanished, but I chose to move on and live my life as though nothing had happened between us. But if you're not ready to move on with life maybe I should just take that job in Metropolis and move out of your life forever. If that is what you want."

"Fine then, move away," said Lana with the same burning fire as before, "It will be better this way where no one gets hurt."

"If that is what you truly want," said Chloe as tears began rolling down her rosy red cheeks. She tried to say good-bye but no words came out only more tears. She turned and left the room, once she was in her own room she let it all out. She cried for what seemed like hours, but was really just a few minutes, before she realized what Lana had meant by 'it will be better this way'. Clark was home and she had only wanted Chloe to leave so that she and Clark would be able to get on with their relationship alone. Chloe quickly got up to see if Lana had left which she had making Chloe a little happier. Chloe ran downstairs and hopped in her car, driving away towards the Kent Farm.

At the same moment Chloe left, Lana was just arriving at the Kent's house where Martha was waiting patiently for her. 'Clark must still be working on the farm' Lana thought for Clark was no where to be seen. She got out of the car and walked towards Martha, who looked as though she had been crying for hours on end. Lana ran up and gave Martha a big reassuring hug which to Lana's dismay brought with it even more tears. "Everything is going to be alright, Mrs. Kent," said Lana trying to sound reassuring, "he'll get better."

"You really think so?" Asked Martha as she tried to wipe some of the tears from her eyes."

"I don't think so, I know so," said Lana as a bit of doubt crept into her voice, "it's a bit chilly out here. Why don't we go inside, the last thing we need now is for you to become sick." Lana opened the screen door and held it open for Martha, who walked in as one that was carrying an immensely heavy burden. Lana stepped in with one last search of the farm for Clark before letting the door slam behind her.

Next to pull up Kent's driveway was none other than Chloe. She pushed hard on the brake and squeaked to a stop. Before getting out she looked around to see if Clark was near. She didn't see him but she sure herd him working in the barn. She dropped her purse in the front seat and ran to the barn to talk to him. But what she saw when she stopped in the barn doorway wasn't exactly what she expected to see. Clark was up in the loft where he was collecting hay for the cows, then all of a sudden he was unloading his arms of hay into the stalls on the bottom floor. All she saw in-between was a blur of colors, 'it was as though he could stop time and end up in a different place like in the new movie Clockstoppers' she thought. This is weird, but then Clark did something even more amazing. He picked up his dad's tractor and moved it into it's own little nook. It was than that he looked up from his work to find Chloe staring amazed at him.

"Have you been here long?" Asked Clark quite suspiciously.

"Not too long," said Chloe and then in a hushed voice said, "but long enough."

"What do you mean by that?" Asked Clark with a bit of fear creeping into his voice, "what did you see?"