I wanted to write some more, but I'm tired and I wanted to post something today so I'll be posting the next part very soon^^ I really wanted to write this fic but… I keep on saying it's not going to be a nice fic… .. . BTW, I think Martha is a little out of character, but... Lionel has never been like the Smallville-Lionel in my fics, so... I hope you enjoy this part^^
Good neighbors - 2
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"I'm sorry Mrs Kent, but the old O'Donnell said he knows nothing about this plot you talk about, and Mr. McClain was in the town at the time you say you've been attack… A lot of people have seen him carrying boxes into his van" The Sheriff said.
"It could have been any of his workers! Or maybe one of the farmers that…" Martha said.
"I'm sorry… I understand you're frightened but…" the Sheriff insisted.
"Frightened!" Martha yelled standing up from the couch "I was frightened when that guy tied me up and I thought he was gonna…" she couldn't finish her own sentence but could control the tears that were coming out again "But I'm not now!" she was shouting again "What I do am now is angry, upset and disgusted" at each word she made one step forwards to the Sheriff that was standing at the hall "…because you think I'm crazy while that bastard must be having fun of me with his friends!" She opened the door and invited him to leave.
"I'll leave one of my boys here anyway, Mrs. Kent" the man said stepping to the porch.
"I don't want anyone standing at my door! I want you to find the man that has dared to humiliate me in my own home!" and she closed the door making a very big noise and leaving the Sheriff outside.
"Martha…" Lionel finally spoke.
"What?" she yelled out turning around to look at him.
"You should try to calm down…"
"I'm fine!" and she walked into the sitting room and looked by the window how the Sheriff left leaving, as he'd said, his poor young assistant standing in front of the house. The boy walked a few steps and then looked for a place to sit on the stairs. Martha left go a very soft laugh and walked back into the hall.
"Where are you going?" Lionel wondered when she opened the door, but she ignored him.
"It's gonna get cold outside… Come in and I'll give you something to eat, young man" the assistant sheriff looked at her and then stood up and followed Martha into the kitchen. Lionel went with them after closing the door. At least, she'd calmed down. "What's your name?" she asked him taking from the fridge what was supposed to be Clark's dinner and putting it into the microwave.
"Hutchens" he said "Harry Hutchens" he added after Martha had given him a full plate of rice with chicken and tomato sauce.
"I'm sorry you'll have to stay here…" she said serving him some juice "I'll leave you a couple blankets on the couch, you really don't need to stay outside and awake the full night"
"It's my job" the boy said eating like if that had been his first meal in days.
"I won't be able to rest knowing a poor boy is getting cold in my porch, so please… do what you're told, I won't tell on you, don't worry" Martha then left the kitchen and Lionel followed her. She was standing in the middle of the sitting room looking at the clock on the wall.
"Martha?"
"I was supposed to be in the Talon right now"
"It's ok… I called there and told you weren't feeling alright… and you don't need to worry about Lex, I talked to him"
"Thank you, Lionel" she said.
"There's nothing to thank, Martha"
"I would still be tied up in the barn if you hadn't come... By the way, why did you come?" she looked at him.
"The party on Thursday… there are to optional meals, fish or meat, and I came to ask you which you wanted me to ask for you"
"You came here just for that?" she giggled "You could have just called me".
"I don't think you would have been able to answer" he joked "Sorry…" he apologized getting his serious tone again "It was just my excuse to see you today" he smiled and she blushed.
"You must have business to attend in the office, don't you?" Martha wondered after a short uncomfortable silence "I wouldn't like to make you waste your time"
"I can't think of anything worthier than you to waste my time in" he said.
She blushed again and hided her face behind her hair before breaking the silence "I couldn't finish fixing the tractor, but I won't be able to come back in there without eyes on my back so… Would you mind…?"
"I'll be the eyes on your back" he said offering his arm to her and leaving the house together.
Clark had finished early from his classes and hoping his mom would let him go with her to choose the dress she would wear in the party with Lionel, so he could make sure he liked it too, he went to the Talon, where she was supposed to be finishing her turn… but one of the waitress told him that Lionel Luthor had called a few hours ago telling she was ill.
Lionel… While Clark ran with his super-speed into the farm thinking what was going on, he thought why that damn name was always around her mom lately.
He listened some laughing coming from the barn and he went directly in there… He found Lionel sitting on the tractor and Martha fixing the motor.
"Ok… try now" she said, and Lionel turned the key and it started.
"You did it!" he exclaimed.
"Of course I did" she giggled leaving the tools on the ground.
"Hi" Clark interrupted trying to make his presence noticed.
"Hi, Clark" Lionel said.
"Oh… Son… Hi!" Martha muttered turning around with a smile on her face.
"Mom! How did you hurt yourself?" Clark exclaimed coming closer and caressing the cut on her lips.
"I'm fine, Clark… I…" she hesitated, she wished she didn't had to tell it to him because he was so much protective with her since Jonathan was gone… but he would learned it anyway… There was the sheriff's assistant in there sitting room and by that time half of a town must had heard what happened "Someone attacked me"
"What? When? Where?"
"On the morning… here…" and she sighted, closing her eyes, because if she kept them opened she was even able to watch at herself, just a few hours ago, laying on the ground with a bleeding lip and trembling hands, hoping the worst of things to happen to her.
"I found her tied up in the barn when I came at lunch time" Lionel told.
"Why didn't you call me? I would have come immediately, mom"
"I know… that's why I didn't, Clark… I'm fine"
"Why didn't she tell me about what O'Donnell told her… I wouldn't have left her alone… I…" Clark blamed himself in the dining room while they were waiting for Martha to take the diner.
"It's useless keeping your mind on that, Clark… your mother is too stubborn to ask for help"
"Maybe we should sell the farm and…"
"Don't even dare to think on that!" Martha said coming in with their plates.
"But I don't want you to get hurt"
"I won't, Clark… I'm ok… I just have a cut on my lip… I'm not going to give the farm to anyone just because some stupid farmers want to scare me… I've been living here for twenty years, I'm not going to give up so easily"
"But…" Clark said while Martha came back to the kitchen to take her plate and some glasses.
"Let it go, boy… there's no way to change her mind… but I'll do a visit to this McClain tomorrow on the morning to make sure any other incident happens"
"I'll come with you"
"Where?" Martha asked when she came back.
"To…" Lionel muttered.
"…buy your dress" Clark added quickly "You weren't able to buy it today… were you?"
"Which dress?" Lionel wondered.
"For the charity party" Martha explained serving some water to everybody.
The next day, on the afternoon, Martha was serving a table in the Talon when noticed Colin McClain coming in. She walked to the back room trying to avoid talking with him, but…
"Mrs. Kent!" he exclaimed from the middle of the café making a few costumers to turn around. "I was wondering to see you… Are you alright?" he walked closer and sat down on the bar "I heard what happened… it had to be horrible!"
"What do you want Mr. McClain?" she asked in a defying tone.
"I thought maybe now that you know how dangerous these lands are for a woman in a lonely farm you'd changed your mind about my offer"
"I'm not alone, McClain" she said.
"No… of course not… you have your brave son and your protective Luthor… they already made me a nice visit this morning…"
"What?" Martha exclaimed.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about" he suddenly grabbed Martha's wrist on the bar pulling her closer, in a way nobody could notice "But I don't care who you're able to send to my house… I'm gonna make a hell of your life until you sell me those fields" he whispered so just Martha could hear his threaten.
"There's no way I'll sell the farm to you" she said and suddenly showed him her other hand carrying the bread knife "Now, let go of me and get out from here before I make an scene"
Mr. McClain released her wrist and made his way back to the entrance while Martha took her phone.
"What the hell were you thinking on going into his house with Lionel?" Martha yelled out to her son when she arrived home.
"We had to do something, mom! We had to make him know you're not alone!"
"What did you exactly say him?"
"Nothing, we just…"
"You threatened him, didn't you? Oh, God, Clark… you know he could report you for that?"
"You can report him for what he did to you yesterday"
"It wasn't him… Maybe he ordered him, but there are witnesses that saw him down town, I can't…!" at that right moment someone came in by the back door.
"Sorry… am I interrupting any family arguing?" Lionel wondered coming in with a big packet on his hands.
"You are… but you're involved in this one…" Martha said.
"Excuse me?"
"How could you dare to convince my son to go with you to threaten McClain?"
"He didn't…" Clark said at the same time that Lionel muttered "I didn't…"
"I don't care! I don't want any one of you to get more involved in this, alright?"
"What's the matter?"
"McClain went to the Talon and threatened her" Clark told.
"Are you ok? What did he said to you?" Lionel wondered.
"Nothing…" Martha muttered "but he keeps on saying he wants the farm…" she'd suddenly calmed down and sat on one of the chairs like if she was defeated "I don't know what else he could be able to do…"
"He can't hurt me" Clark said "and I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you anymore either"
"Try not to thing on it, Martha… come on… I took this for you…" Lionel said leaving the package he was carrying onto the table.
"What is it?"
"Well… we were supposed to be buying you a dress so…"
Martha opened the box and took out a long red dress with a round neck that showed her shoulders and half of her back.
"Do you like it?" Lionel asked after Martha had looked every inch of the cloth.
"It's…" it seemed she was going to cry for a while "…it's lovely, Lionel… you really needn't… How much…?"
"Oh… don't dare to ask… it's a present" he smiled and she kept it back into the box.
"Then I'll have to insist on you staying for dinner"
"I already stayed yesterday… I don't…"
"I insist, I said" she said looking at him.
"She's too stubborn, there's no way you can win, Lionel…" Clark told.
"Alright, then" he said sitting down on the table.
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TO BE CONTINUED…