A/N: Hello everybody… I'm sorry I haven't been posting anything since… about two months! There's been a lot of things around… but this a story I've been creating on my mind meanwhile and I needed to write it down before explode :P I hope you enjoy it, I'm going to post more very soon since today I really really need to write.

Kidnapping - 1

Martha left the taxi happy that the awful day she'd had in the office had finished. She paid the driver and went into the building. Into the elevator she met one of her neighbors, Mr. Gonzalez.

"Buenas noches señora Kent" he said pressing the button of her floor.

"Buenas noches Mr. Gonzalez" she answered in Spanish with her obvious American accent "Donde está su esposa?" she asked, since it wasn't normal to meet him alone without his wife.

"En casa, con la cena. Yo bajé a por el pan" and he showed her the bag with some bread he was carrying right when the doors opened again and he went out "Adios"

"Adios"

Even if her accent wasn't really improving, Martha was proud of herself every time she was able to maintain a conversation with someone… When she arrived to Spain a year and a half ago she wasn't able to say anything but 'hola'.

Her apartment was at the top, with views of the full city… she loved that. She opened the door carefully not to make any noise and left her things in the hall.

It was strange that Claudia wasn't in the sitting room with a book on her hands and that time, but she walked to the room at the end of the corridor anyway, like she always did after work.

A loud scream was heard in the building after she'd opened the door.

Claudia was lying on a blood puddle… but what Martha did was run towards the crib… It was empty! Tears began running down her cheeks while her trembling hands grabbed her baby's sheets.

Suddenly the phone rang in the kitchen and she quickly answered.

"Hello Mrs. Kent" a deformed voice said.

"Who's there?" she asked sobbing and almost unable to talk.

"It doesn't matter who I am, ma'am… what matters is the fact that I have something yours, and…"

"Who are you? Why did you take my baby?" she yelled among her crying.

"Don't interrupt me!" the voice shouted "Listen carefully Mrs. Kent… I'm going to call you back in two days, and by that time I want you to have a million dollar prepared to be transferred to my account, did you understand?"

"I don't have that much money! Please… don't hurt my baby!"

"In that case I guess you should be getting a plane, Mrs. Kent… Don't be late, there's one leaving in three hours…"

Martha was going to reply but the voice hang up the call… so she got her purse, making sure her passport was there, and left the apartment in a hurry.

A few hours later she was looking for a known face among the crowd in the Kansas City airport.

"Mom!" she listened to her son's voice calling.

"Clark!" she yelled running towards him and jumping on her arms. She'd been crying during the entire journey, her eyes were red and her hands hadn't stopped trembling.

"Calm down, mom… I'm with you now… I'm gonna help you…"

"But… my little baby…" she muttered with a low voice while Clark embrace her and helped her to keep standing up.

"Sht…" he whispered caressing her hair "I know… but you have to be strong… Come on… let's go to the car"

Martha had called Clark and told him everything while she was waiting for the flight to depart. In the car she told him a few more details about the call she received but she was so tired that she felt asleep crying. When she woke up she found herself in her old bedroom in the farm.

"Clark? Clark?" she screamed while coming down.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"I felt asleep, why didn't you woke me up"

"'Cause you needed to rest…"

"There's no time for that… my little baby's life is danger… give me the car keys"

"No. You're gonna eat something first and there's no way you're driving on your own…"

"But…" he shut her up with a defying look and Martha said nothing else. But at the first opportunity, while Clark was making her some lunch, she took the keys from his jacket and left the farm without saying anything.

Martha crossed those old known corridors without stopping at any corner. A secretary stood up when she passed by, but she ignored her questioned face… she just stood by that crystal double door and went inside without any fear.

"Lionel" she coldly said, realizing it was the first time she pronounced that name in a very long time.

"Martha!" he exclaimed standing up from his chair but not sure if he should go closer to her "What a… surprise! We hadn't met since…"

"Lionel, I need a million dollar, please" she asked without hesitate.

"Excuse me?" he said drawing a smile on his face.

"Well…" now her voice started trembling again "I have 167800 $ with my saving, and Clark could collect about 2500 $... so I just need 829.700 $..." she looked at Lionel and he finally noticed the tears on her eyes "I know it's a lot of money, Lionel… I promise I'm going to give it back to you… I'll sell the farm... I'll do anything but… plea-…" all of a sudden she felt sick and Lionel had to quickly run and grab her before she almost fainted.

"Martha, what's going on?" he asked helping her to sit down on the couch.

"Someone has kidnapped my baby and… they… they asked me for a million dollar… I don't have that amount of money, Lionel, but you do…"

"What are you talking about? Which baby?"

Martha took her hands to her face and broke down into tears again. Lionel embraced her and she fainted on his shoulder. At that right moment Clark came into the office.

"Mom!" he exclaimed.

"She lost her consciousness all of a sudden" Lionel explained.

"She hasn't even sleep and I don't think she has eaten anything since yesterday…"

"A doctor should check her, then" Lionel suggested.

"I guess you're right… I'll take her to the hospital on the way home"

"I'll drive you"

...

TO BE CONTINUED…