Just one shot – 3

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Kansas City
Wednesday – 09.15h

"Good news!" Lionel said coming into the room with two coffees and some donuts.
"Can I call home?" Martha wondered trying to stand up, but quickly moaning of pain and coming back to her laying position.
"No… but we can leave the hospital" he said handing her a donut and her cup of coffee.
"I guess that you mean leaving to another place where I'll be locked and not able to call my son… Am I wrong?"
"You're not… but it's a very nice apartment with a large terrace and a private pool… You're not going to feel like a prisoner, I promise"
"How can you be so sure…?" she sight.
"…because we're going to have a big bedroom, with a big bed and a door we'll be able to lock for some privacy…" he smiled mischievously and kissed her tasting the coffee flavor from her lips.


11.30h

"Do you like it?" Lionel asked after they'd came into the apartment, trying to distract Martha from the fact that they were followed by three policemen that would stay with them.
"I can't believe the FBI can afford a place like this…" she commented approaching the crystal double door at the end of the large living room and looking at the terrace with swimming pool.
"Well… maybe I used my influence and helped a little…"
"I guessed that" she giggled "…but you needn't…"
"I know… but I wanted to… Come on, let me show you the rest of the apartment" he held her hand and made her follow him across the corridor. They saw the kitchen, the bathroom, and then, they came into one of the bedrooms.
Martha walked across the room to see the views from the window and Lionel locked the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked when she listened the door closing.
He approached her with short steps.
"Trying to have a while of privacy" his hands rested on her waist and pulled her closer to him "…with the woman I love" and his lips tasted hers very slowly.
"What did you just say?" she wondered stepping back with wide-opened eyes.
"I'm sorry… did I went too fast? I just guess that after these days at the hospital we could, maybe…" his voice trembled.
"No… you said you love me" she said.
"Did I?"
"You did"
"Oh, I didn't…"
"You didn't what? You didn't mean it?" she asked.
"No! I meant it… I said it unconsciously, but… I do love you… I… I love you, Martha" he stopped a while "Maybe you didn't want to listen it so soon… but it's what I feel for you since long ago… I…"
Martha stepped forwards and shut him up by putting her finger on his lips. After he stopped talking, she began to unbutton his shirt.
"Martha… if you're not sure…"
"Lionel… four days ago I was dying… there's no time to waste" she pushed him onto the bed and took off her blouse.
He admired her naked body and caressed the bandage that covered her injury slowly, carefully… and suddenly she moaned.
"I'm sorry…" he said quickly removing his hand "I didn't…"
"It's ok" she said taking his hand back to where it was "You didn't hurt me…"
She smiled and sat astride onto his lap rounding his neck with her arms and kissing his mouth passionately.


Washington DC
Wednesday – 12.23h

"If you really did the job… can you tell me why the hell I still in prison waiting for the trial?" Senator Fletcher asked to his morning visit.
"I don't know… I'm the one who does the dirty work, not the one who thinks…"
"I'll tell you why… because you didn't do it right, stupid guy…!" he tried to not shout very loud "That whore must be alive and guarded by the FBI… if you really want the money I promised you, use your contacts to find her and finish the job, alright?"
The blonde and tall guy nodded and left without saying anything else.


Smallville
Monday 10:00 am

A knock on the door took him back from his thoughts.
"I wondered if you… needed help" Lois asked coming into Martha's room.
"When she left to Washington she took with her a very few stuff… She said that the farm would always be her home so there was no reason to take everything with her… She said that this was their place… because…" Clark told with an orange top of her mother on his hands "…this was her favorite jumper… it was a present from my father, that's why she always wore it… In that drawer there are her very few jewels… There are a couple of gold earring with pearls… they were from her mother and my mom once wanted to sell them to help with the bills we couldn't afford to pay, but my father didn't let her… and I know she keeps some things of my father in a suitcase hidden under the bed…" he stopped a while and took out the little treasure, opening the old suitcase he continued "This are the notes from their economy class that he lend her the day they met, this is the shirt my father wore the day I… the day they adopted me…" he corrected himself "I'm not able to throw away all these things, Lois… they are not mine… I… I don't feel I have any right to move these memories out from their place… They all were so special for her…" he sat down on the bed.
"I understand Clark but… she's gone… it's been two weeks since the funeral and… you should come back to work and try to…"
"…forget?" he suddenly exclaimed "I cannot forget my mother, Lois! She was the most important person in my life!"
"I know… but… you can't live among all these memories, Clark… they're doing nothing but hurt you even more"


Kansas City
Monday 10:00 am

A knock on the door took him back from his thoughts.
"I was looking for you" she said.
"I needed some peace" he answered.
"From me?"
"No… from those stupid… Tomorrow's the trial"
"I know… they've just told me" Martha said "Is this why you're so serious?"
"I'm… I'm worried"
"Why? It has happened nothing during these two weeks… everything will be alright and tomorrow on the evening we'll be going home, with Clark… I look forward to telling him I'm fine and… in love" Martha approached him from behind and kissed his shoulder while her arms embraced his chest. He could feel her happiness without looking at her…


Washington DC
Tuesday – 11.00 am

They had taken a private jet very early on the morning from Kansas to DC. Now they were going into the elevator of the court followed by two agents. Martha held Lionel's hand, she was trembling.
"Everything's ok" he said "You were right… it has happened nothing"
"I know…" she muttered "I just … Will he be there?"
"Who?"
"Senator Fletcher…" she asked about the killer.
"I guess so… but I'll be there too" and they kissed while the doors opened.
"Sorry, but…" was all what one of the agents was able to say to the tall blonde guy standing at the corridor before being shot. Martha screamed while Lionel pushed her to the corner of the elevator.
The second agent took his gun out but the mysterious guy was faster. Lionel pressed the button to close the doors of the elevator, but the man came in.
"I'm gonna finish my job now" he muttered, but Lionel leaped on him and they fought.
"HELP!" Martha yelled from the corner when suddenly she heard another bang. There were a few seconds of silence, the both men standing up and then… he noticed Lionel's legs losing their strength. "NO!" She screamed crying, kneeling next to him while the blonde tall guy aimed her head with his gun. But she didn't move, she even looked at him, she just cleaned the sweat from Lionel's face and caressed his hair "Lionel?"
"I'm still here" he said with a very week voice "I won't leave you alone"
The guy prepared his gun, but Martha ignored the noise and Lionel was fighting not to faint. Right when the large finger was going to shoot, the elevator doors opened again and the guy felt behind Martha.
Someone had shot him… surely one of the several agents that were on the corridor… but Martha wasn't listening anything, she could just think on the cold touch of Lionel's skin… on his red blood on her hands…



Washington DC
7.45 pm

There was an intermittent pip breaking the silence in the room when she opened the door. They said he was unconscious, that he'd lost too much blood and could maybe fell in a coma if he didn't wake up in the next twenty-four hours.


Smallville
8.05 pm

Lois came into the sitting room with a sandwich and a class of coke and sat down on the couch taking the command and changing the channel.
"Hey! I was looking at that!" Clark shouted.
"I've seen that movie lots of times… I want to watch something else"
"Give me the command back and go to your room to watch whatever you want to watch!" he replied fighting for the command while channels hopped on their own.
"The television of my room is too small!"
"Then buy a new one, but don't come here to…"
"What?"
"Sht!" Clark asked her to shut up and they both looked at the screen.
The ex-senator Ray Fletcher, culprit of the murder of Senator Peter Mayer, has been condemned with the maximum sentence just a few minutes ago. But undoubtedly the most commented thing of the trial has been the sudden appearance of the supposedly dead Senator Martha Kent…
"What?" Clark and Lois exclaimed at the same time while they saw the images of Martha coming into the court room.
"Shut up" Clark advised attending the rest of the news.
Apparently, Mrs. Kent had been a witness to the crime committed by Mr. Fletcher, and after being shot by a mysterious man in her own house, the FBI decided to hide her in order to protect her of any other possible try of murder. But their entire plan could have failed when arriving into the court the Senator was attacked again by the same man. Two FBI agents were killed and the multimillionaire Lionel Luthor, who was with the Senator at that moment, was seriously wounded when trying to stop the gunman. Mr. Luthor is now at the Washington Hospital Center under observation...
"What kind of trick…?" Lois muttered turning around and suddenly realizing she was the only one holding the command… Clark was gone.


Washington DC
8.20 pm

He came into the room without knocking and… there she was, the alive image of a ghost… sweetly sleeping curled on the armchair, like an angel…
He stepped carefully towards her and knelt down… his eyes filled on tears while his hands hesitated before place themselves on her knees… He was afraid that her image could vanish if he touched her… His intention wasn't waking her up but he needed to feel she wasn't a dream… His hand climbed and caressed her cheek and Clark could feel her breathing on his finger.
Martha noticed a tickling under her nose that took her back from her dreams, but when she opened her eyes she found herself in the same place she'd been while they were closed… in front of her son.
"Clark!" she exclaimed, and his son embraced her while she could do nothing else than round him with her arms too. He began to cry, and so did her. "I'm sorry" she said "I wanted to tell you but…"
"It doesn't matter" Clark said among his sobs.
"… they didn't let me" Martha finished "Oh, Clark I…"
She felt he was touching the place where she'd been shot, and she rolled her shirt up so he could see the dressing. Without asking and very carefully Clark removed the white bandage to look at the wound.
"You saved my life" she said cupping his face "They said I wouldn't have survived if I hadn't reached the hospital so fast…" she smiled.
"I was scared… I couldn't believe I had let anyone hurt you in front of my eyes… and then… they told us you had…" he couldn't even say it "Why didn't you tell me the real reason why you'd came home?"
"I … I didn't want to worry you… I never thought they would… I'm sorry sweetheart, I never wanted you to believe I had… They told me when I came back to myself and didn't let me even make a call… and then Lionel told me about the funeral and…"
"Lionel…" Clark gazed the bed remembering that he was there "Did he know about everything?"
"He knew about the murder in Washington and after my… death… he…" she left go a giggle "…well… he got upset with one friend of his friends in the FBI and he told him where I was"
"So he's been in contact with you all this time, knowing you were alive"
"He's been more than in contact with me…" Martha said holding Lionel's hand and smiling "He's been with me all this time, day and night… but now…"
"I've heard what he did in the news…" Clark said "I guess he…" he seemed to be making an effort to say those words "… he's not that bad when he's with you"
Martha looked at her son. "Thanks" she said understanding that was her son's way to make her know he approved their relationship. "But it doesn't matter now because the doctor says he'll maybe stay in coma forever"
"If he loves you as much as to receive a shot for you, I'm sure he's going to fight his best not to leave" Clark said knowing his mother really needed some comforting words at that moment.
"You can be sure of that, son" Lionel muttered from the bed making Martha and Clark turn around.
"Lionel!" Martha exclaimed hugging him and kissing his lips.
"I'm happy to see you're fine" he said.
"Thanks to you…" and they kissed again.


Smallville
The next morning

Lois came downstairs still wearing her pajama and with sleepy eyes, when noticed the smell of toasts, juice, muffins, a cake, hot chocolate, tea and… recent made coffee… Or they were really celebrating something, or Mrs. Kent was back!
She went into the kitchen and met Martha and Clark preparing the table.
"Mrs. Kent!" she exclaimed running towards her and hugging her.
"Hi, Lois" Martha giggled.
"It's lovely to see you again!"
"Thank you, Lois… but… I need to breathe"
"Sorry" and she let Martha go. "Is there where you've spent the night? Taking your mother from Washington?" Lois asked looking at Clark.
"Ehmm… yes" he lied.
"Come'on… let's have breakfast…" Martha said to change the way of the conversation. And they began to eat and when they almost finished Martha said "Guys… I wondered if you would matter if I stay a few more time in the farm"
"Of course not! It's your home…"
"Are you taking some holidays after your FBI adventure?" Lois asked.
"Actually… I'm quitting the senate…"
"Forever?" Clark exclaimed.
"I… I don't want to stay there anymore after what I've seen"
"Then… you're coming back home?"
"Not exactly" she said blushing "Lionel has… proposed me to move into the mansion once they let him leave the hospital"
"Will you?" Clark wondered.

"I can't wait for that day to arrive" she said, smiling like a little girl.


THE END.