I've been thinking about this for a long time. Enjoy. Don't own Smallville.

Jonathan held his wife softly, murmuring soft words of comfort into her hair as she cried, fighting the tears off himself. They had just found out by Dr. Greenburg that Martha couldn't have any children. A deep wave of sorrow kept rising in his heart, but he fought it down.

Martha needed him to be strong. He shouldn't cry.

That didn't mean he didn't want to.

Jonathan gently carried his exhausted wife up the stairs, and placed her softly on the bed. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and whenever she breathed, there was a sniffle involved. She still looked beautiful. Lying down in bed himself, he kept looking at the stars outside his window, yelling internally to the heavens about the grief that his family was feeling.

What have I done to deserve this? What about Martha? Did my family have to be ripped apart?

Tears filling up again, he gave a shaky sigh, and turned off the lamp.

When he opened his eyes, he was confused. Wasn't it supposed to be morning? And why was he outside his house? Shaking his head, he began to walk into the house, when movement in the barn stopped him.

A young man of about seventeen walked out of the barn, chuckling quietly. He had black hair and green eyes that were filled with laughter. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and a red jacket and seemed to be talking to someone.

"Clark, are you sure you're feeling okay? I don't want you to strain yourself." An older man who looked to be in his late forties walked behind the man with black hair, face showing concern.

Jonathan looked at the new man for a minute, and his eyes slowly began widening.

Blond hair. Blue eyes. This farm. It couldn't be. That's impossible.

But it was. He didn't know why, but somehow he knew…

That man was him.

His eyes widened even further and his heart stood still in shock at Clark's reply.

"Dad I'm fine. Stop worrying. You might hurt yourself."

His future self chuckled, "Come on. Your mother wants us to get ready to see her parents."

Clark grimaced teasingly, "Yippee…"

Jonathan woke up with a gasp, looking around the room frantically. Then he sighed in defeat.

It was just a dream…why did it feel so real?

Jonathan fell back asleep, but felt a little better after he closed his eyes.

Sixteen years later, when he sees a naked toddler with black hair and green smiling eyes walking towards him, he realizes it wasn't a dream.

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