Title: For Him
Author: StarMajesty
Date Written: June 2014
Fandom: Post-Series Smallville (Not DCU, not comics, not movies, not animated series, etc)
Categories: Gen, Angst
Summary: Just because they were no longer a part of his life, didn't stop their world from revolving around him.
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan (Anne Queen); Martha Kent
Rated: G?
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or the characters used herein.
AN: Um, I guess this starts up after that stupid 7-year flash forward. Year is 2018. Chloe and Clark are 32. Lois is 34. Oliver is 38. Michael (Chloe and Oliver's son) is 6. Martha is 66.
Two
It was a late spring day when Martha Kent got into her car accident.
She had finally secured funding for damages occurring in Kansas due to the efforts of Superman from an event 6 weeks ago and hadn't noticed the car barreling through the stop sign when she was struck on the driver's side.
When next she opened her eyes, she found herself in a local DC hospital, very sore and more than a little disoriented. The nurse who was checking her IVs noticed her opened eyes and went to retrieve the doctor. A broken left leg, fractured hip and wrist, plus a mild concussion. They would be keeping her for several days following surgery to stabilize her hip, but would release her into the care of Anne Queen, who was waiting just outside the room. Martha gave a smile at the mention of the woman's name. She'd come to depend on her for moral support and loved her as she did a true daughter.
Despite the fact that her son could literally be anywhere in the world within seconds, she had made Anne, formerly Chloe Sullivan, her emergency contact and durable power of attorney. Clark and Lois were busy people, as was Anne, and were not always able to leave their current obligations. At the moment, Clark was on a planetary expedition and Lois didn't have the freedom or means to leave her job. Although she lived across the country in Star City, was an important member of her husband's company, leader of a philanthropic organization in support of metahumans, and a devoted parent, Anne was always available for her.
After detailing the medical care plan, the doctor left, allowing Chloe to glide in carrying a large bouquet of flowers, "Courtesy of Ollie," she said brightly, "He's holding down the fort in board meetings and taking Michael to his Boy Scouts this week."
Martha felt a little guilty to be taking away Michael's mother, "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you."
A sharp cluck quieted her, "If we can't make time for family, we're not trying hard enough." Martha silently remarked to herself, how strong this woman had become. Just over thirty and more sure of herself than she was at that age.
"I got a hold of your staff and told them you'd be here for a few days," Chloe fluffed her pillow and filled a small water pitcher, "Let's keep you hydrated… They'll contact you about some of your senatorial issues, but they seemed to have most of it under control. Senate's closed next week for Memorial Day, but I don't think you'll be recovered after just a week. Doc thinks 6-12 weeks, but it looks like you've got some osteopenia, so maybe on the longer side."
Martha sighed. Chloe may not be inconvenienced, but she certainly was. "I'll need to get my staff up to date on some things I wanted done and see if I can't get my co-chairs to manage my committees. Twelve weeks?"
Chloe nodded in the affirmative. Taking a seat in the armchair at her bedside, she continued, "There are a couple really nice long-term care facilities in DC that we can check you into so you can be close to the action. Or we can get some recommendations for a home health nurse if you'd prefer to stay in your apartment, but I don't like the thought of you dealing with those stairs."
Martha considered her options. The Senate would be closed the month of August, barring any emergencies, and her staff could reasonably hold manage without her for June and July with a little bit of preparation. "If I'm going to be convalescing, there's only one place in the world I want to be," Chloe grinned widely, knowing exactly what Martha wanted, "Take me home, Anne."