Fire with Fire
Jackie and Cascade
Rated PG13 for angst and a particular brand of justice
Spoilers: Exile (S3 season premiere pt. 1)
Pairings: J/M
Warning: this story is just a particularly satisfying bit of anti-fluff (it's not warm and fuzzy, it's hot and harsh and totally about parental love and territorial-ness)
Disclaimers: I don't own them, and no, there's absolutely no point in trying to have me arrested for assault and battery of a fictional character..
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In some ways it felt like they'd been falling forever, and there was a small part of Jonathan Kent that tugged at him to do something, to change the angle of his body and alter the direction of his descent, but then the slow-motion sensation left him and there wasn't time to explore the compulsion. He could feel Clark in his arms, whole but in shock, and wondered if his errant son realized that he was clinging to Jonathan like he had when he was small and frightened. Jon had just registered that thought when instinct told him that they would shortly be meeting concrete, and he used what control he had to flip their positions so that he landed on his back and rolled a few times, effectively shielding his son from the force of the impact.
Jon heard the glass plinking down around them and often on them, and he worried a moment about cuts, but then he realized that injury was unlikely and that his first priority was to get his son home. He did note with interest how very much the impact had hurt, but everything seemed to be working and Jonathan decided that was good enough. Keeping an unbreakable grip on Clark, Jon pointed the two of them toward home, and before a crowd could gather to see them, he took off running.
An exhilaratingly short while later, he arrived in front of the farmhouse, only slightly out of breath and still latched firmly onto Clark. He saw Martha standing in surprise in the open front entrance--his beautiful Martha, with her red hair and delicate frame bathed in gold lamplight, always there warming his heart, silently reminding him that he was a good man, a good husband--and a good father. He caught her eye just for an instant, and smiled because that instant was all it took for her to thank him for finding their son and bringing him home, and for her to give her trust and support to whatever he was going to do. He wasn't entirely sure himself what he was going to do yet, but he intended to keep a grip on his son until he was sure that Clark understood that leaving again was not an option.
That was proving to be something of a challenge because Clark matched him in size, even though the boy's strength seemed to ebb and surge erratically- -no doubt an effect of the red kryptonite. Thinking about the rock made Jonathan's anger surge, and he drew himself up to his full height and turned to meet his son's glare, seeing Clark's eyes widen as the younger Kent suddenly realized that for the first time he was at a disadvantage. Jonathan loomed over the reflexively shrinking teenager, biting out through his teeth, "Now everything changes."
Clark's eyes, wide with surprise and fear, suddenly flashed with a weak surge from the ring, and he brought his foot down on his father's foot and used Jon's moment of distraction to break free of his father's grip. To his own surprise, partially because he subconsciously knew that his father would never injure him intentionally, Clark did not consider running again, but stood his ground, his own anger and indignation taking control and overshadowing his better judgment (or, actually, any judgment he might have had that would have kept him from making his next move.) He let the radiation-induced rage carry him, and as Jonathan straightened, looking more frightening than Clark had ever seen, Clark did something that made both of his parents gasp--he roared in anger and took a power-accelerated swing at his father.
Jackie and Cascade
Rated PG13 for angst and a particular brand of justice
Spoilers: Exile (S3 season premiere pt. 1)
Pairings: J/M
Warning: this story is just a particularly satisfying bit of anti-fluff (it's not warm and fuzzy, it's hot and harsh and totally about parental love and territorial-ness)
Disclaimers: I don't own them, and no, there's absolutely no point in trying to have me arrested for assault and battery of a fictional character..
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In some ways it felt like they'd been falling forever, and there was a small part of Jonathan Kent that tugged at him to do something, to change the angle of his body and alter the direction of his descent, but then the slow-motion sensation left him and there wasn't time to explore the compulsion. He could feel Clark in his arms, whole but in shock, and wondered if his errant son realized that he was clinging to Jonathan like he had when he was small and frightened. Jon had just registered that thought when instinct told him that they would shortly be meeting concrete, and he used what control he had to flip their positions so that he landed on his back and rolled a few times, effectively shielding his son from the force of the impact.
Jon heard the glass plinking down around them and often on them, and he worried a moment about cuts, but then he realized that injury was unlikely and that his first priority was to get his son home. He did note with interest how very much the impact had hurt, but everything seemed to be working and Jonathan decided that was good enough. Keeping an unbreakable grip on Clark, Jon pointed the two of them toward home, and before a crowd could gather to see them, he took off running.
An exhilaratingly short while later, he arrived in front of the farmhouse, only slightly out of breath and still latched firmly onto Clark. He saw Martha standing in surprise in the open front entrance--his beautiful Martha, with her red hair and delicate frame bathed in gold lamplight, always there warming his heart, silently reminding him that he was a good man, a good husband--and a good father. He caught her eye just for an instant, and smiled because that instant was all it took for her to thank him for finding their son and bringing him home, and for her to give her trust and support to whatever he was going to do. He wasn't entirely sure himself what he was going to do yet, but he intended to keep a grip on his son until he was sure that Clark understood that leaving again was not an option.
That was proving to be something of a challenge because Clark matched him in size, even though the boy's strength seemed to ebb and surge erratically- -no doubt an effect of the red kryptonite. Thinking about the rock made Jonathan's anger surge, and he drew himself up to his full height and turned to meet his son's glare, seeing Clark's eyes widen as the younger Kent suddenly realized that for the first time he was at a disadvantage. Jonathan loomed over the reflexively shrinking teenager, biting out through his teeth, "Now everything changes."
Clark's eyes, wide with surprise and fear, suddenly flashed with a weak surge from the ring, and he brought his foot down on his father's foot and used Jon's moment of distraction to break free of his father's grip. To his own surprise, partially because he subconsciously knew that his father would never injure him intentionally, Clark did not consider running again, but stood his ground, his own anger and indignation taking control and overshadowing his better judgment (or, actually, any judgment he might have had that would have kept him from making his next move.) He let the radiation-induced rage carry him, and as Jonathan straightened, looking more frightening than Clark had ever seen, Clark did something that made both of his parents gasp--he roared in anger and took a power-accelerated swing at his father.