Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or its characters.
Author's Note: I wanted to continue toddler Clark's adventures by writing a story about his parents discovering Clark's super speed. This is my effort.
Jonathan pulled a fresh nightgown over his wife's shoulders, and helped her into bed. Martha Kent had arrived home from the hospital, with a surgical scar on her abdomen and a couple canisters full of prescription pills.
"You heard the doctor, Martha. You're to take it easy for the next couple of days. In this house, that means no leaving bed. You're going to stay in bed until you're better," Jonathan said soothingly.
Martha nodded. "What are you going to do for dinner? You've been eating takeout pizza all week, haven't you?"
"Well, I want to introduce Clark to different kinds of foods, so I thought pizza would be-"
Martha sighed. "Jonathan. In the refrigerator there's some tomato sauce. Put the sauce in a pan and put the pan on the stove. When the sauce starts to boil, it's done. And then there's some spaghetti in the pantry. Put some in boiling water, and let it cook for about ten minutes or so."
"Martha, don't worry about our meals. We'll survive, even if I can't cook. I want you to focus on getting better. Right now you're exhausted, and you're getting over a serious infection. I want you to sleep." Jonathan kissed Martha's forehead, then looked over his shoulder and laughed. "Oh, and look. Here comes someone to keep you company."
Just two hours ago, Jonathan had changed Clark into his shirt and jeans, fed him breakfast, combed his hair, and made his bed. Now Clark came trailing into his parents' room, wearing a set of pajamas that he had grabbed out of the laundry basket. He was carrying a pillow under his right arm and dragging a bunch of blankets under his left. "Clark slee Maamaa," he announced happily.
Jonathan laughed. "Son, did you get dressed in the dark? Look, your pants are inside out, and your top isn't even on right!" He reached out to Clark to try to straighten his pajamas, but Clark squealed and took a few steps back.
"No, Daadaa! Clark's jammies good!" he exclaimed as he climbed into bed beside his mother. He curled up right next to Martha, plopping his pillow down right beside hers. "Clark slee Maamaa. Niii, Daadaa!"
"He's been missing you," Jonathan explained to his wife. "Napping with you will make him very happy."
"Okay," Martha agreed, curling up under her covers. "Clark and I will sleep." She turned to her son. "Clark, you have to be quiet, okay? Maamaa needs lots of rest."
Clark just smiled and cuddled up next to his mother. Jonathan left to get to work, and Martha settled down under her covers.
"Brrrrr!" she shivered aloud. "Clark, I'm cold. Are you cold? Is Daddy trying to save on the heating bill again?"
Clark's little head popped up. "Maamaa cold? Maamaa need blankie?"
Martha laughed. "I'd love a blankie, Clark."
Clark smiled happily, then climbed out of his parents' bed and toddled off down the hall and toward the linen closet where his mother kept the extra blankies. Martha lay back and rested her eyes; exactly three seconds later, she opened them up again.
Clark was standing right by her bedside, holding out a knit blanket and smiling. "Maamaa," he commented.
Martha blinked. She'd only closed her eyes for a few seconds, hadn't she? Had she jumped into some sort of time warp? How on earth had Clark been able to fetch her a blanket that quickly?
"Uhhh…thank you, Clark, honey." Martha managed a smile, accepted the blanket from Clark, and settled back into bed. Clark climbed in right beside her, and snuggled up next to his mother once again.
Martha felt her own forehead. Was she still running a fever? Had her medication caused her to black out for a minute or two?
Clark was fast asleep in no time, happy next to his mommy, but Martha couldn't sleep.
She couldn't take her mind off Clark.
