Author: Pen Name- Angel of Fate, but you can call me Brinny if you like.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Smallville.
Feedback: I'd love some, hehe.
A/N: This story is basically about the death of Clark's father, Jonathan Kent. I'm not that big on Superman history, but I'm pretty sure it happens somewhere along the line. I've basically made it a 'what if' it happened when Clark was still a teen. Umm…let's see if any other information is required. Oh, yes. This is set before "Crush" (which I have yet to see) and Whitney's dad is not and never has been sick. On a final note, although it is set before "Crush" the song ("Time After Time" will be present, as you can see from the title) as well as scene in the cemetery involving rain. I guess that's about it, enjoy!
The incessant ticking of the clock filled the silent room. He lay there motionless, a blank expression upon his face. Slowly, as if it took much effort, he turned to face the source of the bothersome tick-tock. His fingertips grazed the edge of the clock and then, overcome by anger he tightened his hand around it and sent it crashing against the wall. A barely audible sigh passed through his quivering lips as his eyes moistened. He sucked in a shaky breath and a solitary tear rolled down his cheek then dripped off his jaw. With a trembling hand he touched the side of his face from which it fell. He didn't think that that he had any tears left, but apparently he was wrong. He rubbed his eyes, determined not to cry any longer. He'd had enough. Clark Kent was strong and not one to be broken.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Wordlessly he rose and opened the door. There she stood the most beautiful and important woman in his life. She reached out and brushed her hand along the collar of his navy blue shirt, he stopped her hand and took it into his own. Eyes were the window to the soul and at this moment both of theirs revealed pain and sorrow. Hers began to fill with tears. Instinctively his wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head, there he dropped a loving kiss. She pulled back, almost ashamed that she'd collapsed into his arms, him pulling her closer assured her that she had no need to be. But he wasn't quite sure if he was the one comforting her or vise versa. This time when she stepped away he let her.
He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and his mouth formed a tight line. He never wanted to see her hurting like this. But the only thing worse than that was the fact that for once he couldn't do anything. He felt helpless, which was something he didn't feel too often. She frowned and removed his hands, she knew what he was thinking and it burned her inside. Because she, also was rendered weak and unable to console him the way that he needed.
Clark had never experienced something so awful. He wanted this whole horrible nightmare to be over. And not just for him, but for the woman before him. His mother didn't deserve to suffer like this. Nobody did. Yet that's what was happening, that's what the death of Jonathan Kent had done.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Smallville.
Feedback: I'd love some, hehe.
A/N: This story is basically about the death of Clark's father, Jonathan Kent. I'm not that big on Superman history, but I'm pretty sure it happens somewhere along the line. I've basically made it a 'what if' it happened when Clark was still a teen. Umm…let's see if any other information is required. Oh, yes. This is set before "Crush" (which I have yet to see) and Whitney's dad is not and never has been sick. On a final note, although it is set before "Crush" the song ("Time After Time" will be present, as you can see from the title) as well as scene in the cemetery involving rain. I guess that's about it, enjoy!
The incessant ticking of the clock filled the silent room. He lay there motionless, a blank expression upon his face. Slowly, as if it took much effort, he turned to face the source of the bothersome tick-tock. His fingertips grazed the edge of the clock and then, overcome by anger he tightened his hand around it and sent it crashing against the wall. A barely audible sigh passed through his quivering lips as his eyes moistened. He sucked in a shaky breath and a solitary tear rolled down his cheek then dripped off his jaw. With a trembling hand he touched the side of his face from which it fell. He didn't think that that he had any tears left, but apparently he was wrong. He rubbed his eyes, determined not to cry any longer. He'd had enough. Clark Kent was strong and not one to be broken.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Wordlessly he rose and opened the door. There she stood the most beautiful and important woman in his life. She reached out and brushed her hand along the collar of his navy blue shirt, he stopped her hand and took it into his own. Eyes were the window to the soul and at this moment both of theirs revealed pain and sorrow. Hers began to fill with tears. Instinctively his wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head, there he dropped a loving kiss. She pulled back, almost ashamed that she'd collapsed into his arms, him pulling her closer assured her that she had no need to be. But he wasn't quite sure if he was the one comforting her or vise versa. This time when she stepped away he let her.
He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and his mouth formed a tight line. He never wanted to see her hurting like this. But the only thing worse than that was the fact that for once he couldn't do anything. He felt helpless, which was something he didn't feel too often. She frowned and removed his hands, she knew what he was thinking and it burned her inside. Because she, also was rendered weak and unable to console him the way that he needed.
Clark had never experienced something so awful. He wanted this whole horrible nightmare to be over. And not just for him, but for the woman before him. His mother didn't deserve to suffer like this. Nobody did. Yet that's what was happening, that's what the death of Jonathan Kent had done.