Disclaimer: I don't own any of the charecters of this story, but I do own the plot.
A/N: I wrote this fic this thanksgiving for the MionelFanForum where you'll be wellcome to read mine and the other Martha Kent/Annette O'Toole & Lionel Luthor/John Glover fans Mionel fanfics:
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THANKSGIVING DINNER
. .. … a year later
Lasagna and a glass of vine would be her thanksgiving dinner that year, Clark was at home with his friends and she hadn't been able to travel because she'd had an important conference the day before. She could just content herself thinking that she would be in the farm for Christmas with her dear son.
A few minutes after she'd come back from the supermarket, the door's bell rang. For a while the though of Clark surprising her flashed on her mind, but who was waiting in the corridor was a messenger with a big bouquet of orange tulips.
"Can I help you?" she asked after open the door.
"I'm looking for…" he looked at the paper on his other hand "Mrs. Kent… Martha"
"That's me"
"Sign here, please…" he landed her the paper, she took the pen, draw her signature on it, took the flowers and went in after tip the boy. She quickly imagined who was sending them, but she took the card anyway.
Open the door.
Those were the only three words on the little yellow paper, and she obeyed them, but nobody was at the other side. She looked around, on one side and the other of the large corridor, she gazed the white ceil and then looked down the floor and there she found a little box with another target.
Take the phone and go to the balcony.
She sighted and giggled… but followed the instructions blindly… took the cordless phone and walked out the balcony.
Seven floors down, on the street, there was a black limousine parked in front of the block and a man, whose silhouette she recognize immediately.
Then the phone rang.
"Hi" she said glancing the little back shadow in the street.
"Hi" he answered "I guess you haven't any plan for tonight, so… would you like to dinner with me?"
"I'm not dressed for a dinner, Lionel…" she told.
"Anything you're wearing is perfect" he said "Just take your bag and my little present and come down. They're waiting for us at nine o'clock..."
"Who's waiting?" she asked.
"Time's running, Mrs. Kent... I'm waiting for you..." then he put down the phone.
TO BE CONTINUED…