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Nightmare - 1

When he'd answered the phone he'd smiled after listening to her voice saying his name, but now he was feeling guilty of his gesture.

After she'd made sure it was him and not anyone else who was at the other side of the telephone, she'd asked him to pick her up at the hospital. During the journey he'd imagined she'd might had a routine visit with her doctor and then she'd maybe wanted to spend the rest of the day in the city… and she'd probably thought to share that time with him… just with him. That had caused another smile on his face, another one he was regretting now.

When he'd arrived at the white building he'd looked for her in the waiting room, but she wasn't there. He'd asked a nurse if she knew where she could be, and the white-dressed woman had pointed a door at the bottom of the room.

He'd walked there and had knocked it before come in.

"Martha?" he'd asked to the apparently empty room.

"Lionel?" her weak and groaning voice had answered sobbing in the darkness of that apparently empty room.

It was then when he'd felt guilty of his smile after listening her voice on the phone and had regretted smiling because she'd chose him and not anyone else to call; it was when he'd turned on the light and had seen Martha curled on the couch, desperately crying, disheveled and wearing some clothes he'd quickly noticed that weren't hers.


Now, he was tenderly embracing her while his mind conjectured the facts that had taken her to that apparently empty room wearing those clothes that weren't hers, on the early morning of a winter day.

When they went into the car she'd said nothing else than that 'Lionel' she'd murmured when he'd entered into the hospital room where she was. He knew he had to say something, but he wasn't sure of what.

"I'll take you home" he said.

"Not to the farm" she finally talked with a weak voice "…please"

He gazed her and found some begging wet eyes looking at him. He couldn't contradict her… so they'd go hi apartment in Metropolis, because in the mansion would be Lex and the rest of the staff and he was sure Martha didn't want to see anyone else right then.


When she wasn't crying she became a delicate puppet he had to guide by holding her hand. He left her sitting down the sofa while he opened the windows and let the sun light shine inside the big living room. Then he prepared some tea and sat next to her, looking how she drunk it slowly letting that hot liquid slide down her throat, tasting every sip in silence, staring a lost point in the wall in front of them.

Before end the tea she'd fallen asleep, Lionel took the cup from her hand and covered her with a blanket. Then he took the phone and went to the terrace.

"Yeah?" the voice of a young man answered at the other side.

"Clark, it's Lionel Luthor"

"Mr. Luthor I have no time for you, my mother is…"

"…your mother's with me" he interrupted.

"Wha-, why… What's she doing with you?"

"I just wanted you to know she's fine and that you needn't worry. I'll call you back later"

"No, wait!"

Lionel put the phone down and gazed the red-head lying on the couch, she looked so nice… He wished to be able to punish whoever was who had dared to hurt a so beautiful angel.

TO BE CONTINUED…