Martha's Secret Diary – 7 (right after Hostage)

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"Mom?" Clark asked from the corridor after have breakfast and notice she hadn't come down yet. He knew she'd spent the full night crying… After Perry had told them he was leaving, she'd stopped talking and eating… She was supposed to be in Washington that same afternoon, so Clark was really worried for her because she hadn't come out from her bedroom yet since the day before. "Mom… I'm coming in…" he told, carefully opening the door and founding his mother asleep over the sheets. He approached the bed and covered her with the blanket… It was then when he noticed the pink notebook under her head.

Clark carefully removed it from there, thinking it was a book… When he realized it was actually a notebook he couldn't help himself not to take a look on what his mom could have been writing during the night. But that quick look ended up being a deep lecture sitting down on the edge of the bed.

My Dear Diary,

He's gone, and here I am… crying like that silly teenager waiting for the call that never came. I feel so stupid, because once again I thought, I really thought, this was for sure… Of course I wasn't thinking on marriage like in collage, but I did imagined Perry next to me for the rest of my life… just like it would have been with Jonathan if (there was a big wet mark after that if but the sentence never ended)

I miss Jonathan, I miss Lionel and what could have been if… if we had had just a few more time, and I know I'm going to miss Perry because these last weeks have been the happier time I've spent since I left Smallville. He has made me feel a woman again, a young woman… because we've done thing I hadn't done with Jonathan since our firsts years together.

But he's gone. He's left just saying goodbye, not even stopping to talk about us, about in what point our supposed relationship would be now that he's going to be at the other side of the world. Damn it! Damn the day we crashed in the office and I let him come back in my life!

Clark felt bad for his mom but couldn't stop looking at the words again and back… Marking the page, there was a piece of paper folded that Clark noticed it was written too…

My dear old diary,

It's been so long since the last time I wrote on these pages… I'm feeling like a teenager right now.

Today I've met that guy I once stupidly though I was going to marry with… It has happened fifteen years since then. He's a man, now… a lonely, alcoholic and unsuccessful man… but the same good-looking man with a lovely speech capacity. And he remembers that night… that magic night of the past that will always be in my memories.

He's kissed me. It's been a very short kiss… a small and meaningless kiss… but for a while I was stupidly going to kiss him back… (Can I still being so stupidly innocent yet?) Fortunately Clark has come and I've come back to reality… I haven't told Jonathan because he would get mad, but we've had our own magic night after dinner! He's resting now so, I better turn the light off before he wakes up.

When he finished Clark remembered that day clearly… and adding a kiss between his mother and Perry White was something confusing… but not as much confusing as that night of the past… His mother had never mentioned to have known Perry from before…

He started to pass pages and pages, looking for that name somewhere… When he found a page with the name of Perry he started to read…

Dear top-secret diary,

Yesterday was an incredible night! I did it!

Clark stopped reading. He wasn't sure of wanting to know that about his mother… but… his eyes took another look to the page and he continued reading…

I did it with him! It was so amazing! I never thought the first time could be so wonderful! Perry was so sweet with me…

He jumped to the end and then understood which that call she never received was…

We didn't say anything for today but I'm sure Perry's going to call me soon^^ We had such a great time!

He hated Perry right then for making his mom suffering so much, but he needed to know how they had met… So he kept looking into those pages until he read Today I've met the guy I want to marry with. Clark couldn't believe his mom had had a crash on Perry White before falling in love with his father.

"Do you hate me?" his mom's voice suddenly scared him coming from his back.

"Mom?" he exclaimed jumping from the bed and letting the pink notebook fell on the ground. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean… I didn't…" he blushed himself, realizing he'd been reading his mom's diary.

"It's ok…" she said "I wrote those things a long time ago… I feel very different about most of the things on those pages…"

"Then… why did you ask me if I hate you?"

"'Cause I lied to you and your father about Perry…"

"I wouldn't say you lied to us… you just… never mentioned it"

"That's a nice way to say it…" Martha pointed sitting down on the bed.

"What were you doing with this?" he asked giving the diary back to his mom.

"We can learn lots of things looking at our own past, you know" Martha stated "What I've learnt in these pages is that I let people come into my life too easily… I fall in love like a fool teenager and that's how I always end up crying on my bed… but that's not going to happen again" she stood up and took her suitcase from under the bed to start packing.

The next morning Martha woke up alone in Washington DC for the first time in a long while and like every morning, she served to cups of coffee and two plates of pancakes with honey on the top. When she realized she was sharing her breakfast with a damn remember she took the plate in front of her and crashed it against the wall. When the noise stopped resounding into her ears she knelt down to clean the mess and started crying right when someone opened the door.

"What happened?" Perry asked leaving his suitcase down and picking up the pieces of china from the floor with her. "Are you ok?" he asked while they both stood up to throw those little white pieces mixed with bread and honey to the bin.

"I am" she muttered avoiding looking at him "What are you doing here?" she asked.

But he ignored her, distracted by the other plate, still laying on the table, next to the two cups of coffee.

"Who's your guest?" he asked with a not-nice tone on his voice.

"You" she said with a very low voice… "I guess I got used to making breakfast for two" she moved apart, leaving some distance between them and looked at him "Your things still in the dresser… I had no time to take anything out, so… Take whatever you've come to take, I should be leaving now…" she talked quickly like if she didn't wanted to leave time for him to talk, to make his voice sound on those sweet words he always managed to say "You can leave your key on the table when you finish…"

"I… I actually wondered if I could keep it" he said stepping forwards.

"Why would you keep the key of my apartment if you're leaving in the other side of the world?" she asked.

"What if I stay in this side of the world?"

"Why would you do that? The great stories aren't here…" she said with a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe I want find a great story if I stay… but I would lose a great woman if I leave…" Perry said, suddenly kneeling down and showing her a beautiful golden ring with a little crystal "Martha… would you give another chance… the last one, I promise"

"Perry White, are you asking to marry me?"

"I do. What do you say? Would you marry me, Martha?"

"I…" there was a long silence, Martha touched the ring but, then she hesitated "I can't"

"Why not?" he exclaimed standing up "Martha… I know I did wrong but… I've taken a flight back to the USA 'cause I realized I was making another mistake… I love you, and I know you love me… Martha… I also want to be next to you for the rest of my life" and Perry took out from his pocket a piece of paper that Martha recognized with her own handwriting "Clark came to me… and told me how bad you were feeling. I told him I was gonna declare the night of the dinner… but he said he wasn't sure you would say yes. But this time he said I needed to know your real feelings and that, it was up to me but, that this could really work if I stop making mistakes. So… for the first time in my life I feel I'm doing something right… and I'm asking you again…" he knelt down and hold her hands "Martha, would you marry this poor journalist that has nothing else than you in his life? I promise I'll never leave you, I'll never lie you, I'll never hurt you… again" he kissed his hands and Martha left go a sweet giggle.

"I do" she said.

"You do?"

"I do, Perry… I'll merry you, 'cause you've taken the happiness back into my life and… I really, really want to spent the rest of my days with you" they kissed and Perry put the ring on her finger.

"I'm hungry" he said after a second kiss.

"Your breakfast is in the bin but… I guess we can share mine now that we're… engaged" she said putting a special emphasis on that word.

"It would be lovely Mrs. White" and he took a piece of a pancake, gave it to Martha and then kissed her tasting the honey on her lips. "Breakfast had never taste so good" he said.

"Really… 'cause I could make it taste even better" she pointed taking some honey with her finger and licking it while leaving the kitchen and taking the way to their bedroom.

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THE END.

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Sorry for the long delay… I hope you've enjoyed this part, this fic and… well… I guess it was time that someone left everything for Martha^^ Kisses!