Stuck
By Pickle Lily
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: None really (some Clark-Pete friendship)
Spoilers: Season two
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or any of it's charaters.
A/N: This was written in 2004, when season two was airing in the UK. I know it's a bit old, but I found it on my computer and I thought I'd post it up! Feedback much appreciated.
"Clark Kent,"
Jonathon Kent yelled as he hurried into the barn.
"How many times do I have to call you? I need a hand with the tractor."
"Daydreaming again" Jonathon muttered to himself, as he started to climb up to Clarks Fortress of Solitude. He paused at the top of the steps. Clark was nowhere to be seen.
"Where has that boy got to now?" he thought angrily.
"I know Dad, I heard you the first time," the voice interrupted his thoughts.
Jonathon turned, trying to locate the source of the voice, but with no success.
"Where are you?" he demanded, "And why didn't you answer?"
"I'm stuck," came the reply.
"Stuck where?"
"On the ceiling,"
"On the . . . what?" Jonathon spluttered
"The ceiling Dad," said Clark matter of factly, "You know the thing that's supposed to be above our heads. Look up."
Slowly Jonathon raised his gaze to the roof. There was Clark sat upside down, cross-legged on the ceiling. He gave a small wave.
"Hi Dad."
"What are you doing up there?" Jonathon asked stupidly, his mind whirring, still trying to comprehend the fact that Clark was sitting on the ceiling.
"Good question." Clark replied, as he stood up, so his face was now level with his fathers.
"I fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up, I was … here. I can still do everything I could when I was the right way up." He proceeded to superspeed around the barn.
"I can even jump," he said giving a small demonstration, "I'm just stuck to the roof."
"Uh-huh," Jonathon nodded, "I'll get your mother, and then maybe we can try to figure out a way to get you down."
"Good idea"
Clark sat back down,
"Or back up," he laughed to himself.
Apart from the weirdness of it all, Clark was actually quite enjoying himself. It was peaceful up here and he had spied a corner of the barn he hadn't been into for years. He could see his old bike stashed between two crates
"Might get that old thing out again to see if it still works" he mused to himself.
Clark sighed and moved over to the window. He decided that the world looked strange upside down, as he watched his parents hurriedly crossing the yard.
"Clark," his mother called, as she entered the barn, "Your father's talking about you being stuck on the ceiling." She said disbelievingly.
Clark walked towards her,
"I am mum," he said noting with satisfaction the look of surprise that crossed her face.
"The floating has moved to a whole new level."
There was silence until Clark spoke again,
"Anyone got any ideas, coz I sure don't want to be stuck here forever."
"Well," started Jonathon slowly, "If you got up there on your own, maybe you'll just float back down on your own. You said you were asleep when it happened?"
Clark stare at him.
"Dad," he said incredulously, "I've already been up here an hour! What am I supposed to wait until I fall asleep again? It could be hours."
"He's right Jonathon," Martha interrupted before he could reply, "Clark, honey, I think you need to concentrate, just like with all your other powers. Close your eyes and think of coming back down."
"Alright I'll try." Clark sounded dubious.
He screwed his eyes shut, and a look on concentration settled on his face. To his parents amazement, Clark began to descend, before losing control and crash landing on the couch, which promptly gave way. He opened his eyes and grinned at them.
"At least I'm down," he muttered, before looking up sheepishly at his confused looking parents. Martha looked like she wanted to say something about the destruction of the couch, but after seeing Clarks' expression changed her mind.
"I guess that's another power you'll have to master son, we can't have you randomly floating to the ceiling." Jonathon said, clapping a hand on Clarks shoulder.
"Not sure this power's gonna be any use," he grumbled, "I definitely prefer things this way up."