Title: Seeing Something Special
Author: Nadia Mack
Rated: G
Summary: Martha and Jonathan witness an unusual but special situation.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; this has to be enough, right? Seriously, it's all I can offer.
Outside the Kent residence, Clark is out doing his daily chores, today moreso than most. Peeking through the passengers' side window of his father's pick-up truck, he reaches into the glove compartment to grab a candy bar when a voice behind him takes him by surprise.
"Need a hand"
He bumps his head on the roof and his super hearing could hear her supress her laughter. He could recognize that voice anywhere. Rolling his eyes, he breathed out a sigh of frustration before turning around. "Don't you ever call?" he says, rubbing the back of his head to give off the impression that he got hurt.
"And where would the fun be in that," she teased. "Ice?" she recommended noticing the gesture of his hands as he carressed the rear of his head.
"No," he replied. "I'm fine, it'll fade"
"Suit yourself"
Clark looked past her and wondered, "Where's your car?"
"Nothing gets pass you, does it Smallville," she says sounding more of a statement than a question.
He shrugs, "Still doesn't answer my question"
"I'll answer yours if you answer mine"
He looks at her curiously. "Answer to what?" He asked back, wondering what could she have possible asked that he didn't remember. He watched her eyes direct its attention to the truck and then back to him again. He tried to hold his surprise at her proposal.
"You'll actually help wash this truck with me?"
"Please..." she snorted. "My dad would always designate me to washing cars every time I skipped curfew, and believe me, those boys in uniform, they drive hard," she explained a bit playfully.
Smirking, "Why am I not surprised," he replied tossing her an extra rag.
Inside the Kent home, Martha Kent began to prepare lunch when her attention suddenly shifted upon hearing what sounded like laughter from outside.
"Jonathan," she called out, her eyes still focused outside.
"Yeah, honey?" a response came.
Pointing out, "Look," Martha said.
"What," a confused Jonathan follows her stare.
Then suddenly, Martha and Jonathan share together one of the most beautiful sight they've ever seen in a long time. Outside, by their driveway, Clark was washing the truck with Lois Lane, the tenacious and spirited young woman who stayed with them briefly last summer. They were laughing, smiling, Clark chasing after Lois as he sprayed her with the water hose, and Lois, dumping soaped water on him in return.
They looked so carefree, so without burden or grief, and without the hazards that has plagued their son's life for so long. She had almost forgotten what it was like to see her son like that. So much has happened to him these last few years, and most of them were more than a little hard, but it was moments like these that are few and rare between. It lifted her heart to know that he can be happy, even if it was for a moment.
Her head leaning against her husband's cheek, a tear begins to form around her eyes. "He looks so... so"
"Happy," Jonathan finished for her. She looked at her husband gratefully and smiled.
"It's just, I never thought he'd ever be that comfortable with a girl before, let alone someone who didn't know that other part of him," she felt Jonathan's warm embrace envelope her, an embrace she happily accepted as the proud parents continued to watch their son with Lois.
"She isn't just any girl, Martha," he stated. They watched the two closely these last few months, and while they were amused by their constant bickering, they always felt that, like Clark, there was something about Lois Lane that made her stand out. They weren't sure what it was, but they knew it was something special.
The End