Mjf2468: Glad you liked it :) and yes it is sort of like that. Of course he might be a little shorter because in this story I am making Clark around 13-14. And yes, Clark does need some friends and we might get to see that soon ;)

BigRed67: I guess I was on a roll, but then I kind of disappeared. But I haven't had much time with school, work and everything. I also had a bit of writer's block for a while. But I've finally figured out what to do here. Thank you for your review and yes I agree with that. And I'm not exactly sure Kryptonians get cavities, so…yeah. Yes I think Jonathan with the shot gun was a something a lot of people were hoping for. And now Clark is getting the love he's been needing.

SVCrystalGreen: Glad you enjoyed it :)

Crazykrew: It was one of my favorite parts to write. Glad you liked it.

Clark's POV

The next few days, I constantly looked out the window to make sure they weren't there, coming to take me. It wasn't as much as I did before the last time. It mostly only happened when Jonathan and Martha were gone.

But then they started taking me with them or one of them staying because at one point, I looked the doors and went upstairs. They had to go next door to tell me to let them in; I didn't go downstairs because I was scared it was my parents.

I knew they were worried, but it wasn't like they could do anything about it. The restraining order didn't seem to stop them so they didn't blame me for being terrified.

I just wished they would go away.

I knew they only wanted me because I did whatever they wanted because otherwise they would hit me. I just wished they would just forget about me. I just wanted to never see them again.

I helped Martha inside the house while Jonathan went into town. Then he came back and I was ready to go help him in the yard. "What should I do?" I asked.

"I think you've helped enough for today. Why don't you go play basketball out front or something?" Jonathan suggested. I remembered there was a basketball hoop out there. It was left from Jonathan when he was a kid or something. I didn't really want to go play out there myself.

"I rather help you." I say.

"Clark, you've been helping nonstop for days. Now go do something fun." Jonathan says, but I didn't really want to. I didn't look at him, but I didn't move from where I was standing. I didn't want to play out there by myself.

"I'll be in here and I can watch from the window." Martha tells me quietly and that made me feel better. Jonathan then throws me the basketball and I go outside.

I play for a little while. At first I missed pretty much every time I tried to make it into the basket. But then after a while, I got the hang of it. I actually managed to make it in.

I tried to make another shot and it hit the rim and then went over my head. I turned around to go get the ball, but then saw that someone had the ball in their hand. He was a little shorter than me, with darker skin. I didn't say anything to him, but just looked at him. I wanted my ball back, but didn't really want to ask for it.

"Mind if I take a shot?" He asks. I wasn't completely sure, but I was pretty sure that meant he wanted to try and make a basket. I nodded and stepped out of the way so it didn't hit me.

He threw the ball and it spun around the rim and then went off. I caught the ball—I guess that was a close shot.

"So close." He says. "Do you think you could make it from here?" He asks. I then walk over to where he was standing. A couple of feet away from him. I then throw the ball and make it into the basket. I grin a bit. "Nice shot!" He says and I flinch away as his hand comes close to me; was he going to hit me?

"You okay?" He asked and I looked back to see his hand was in front of me. What was that for? He then puts it down. "Think you can shoot it again?" He asked. "Probably was a lucky shot."

I get the ball and shoot it again; it makes it.

"Okay you're pretty good." He tells me. I grin a bit. I'm actually good at something? "I'm Pete." He says and I nod. "I think this is the part where you tell me yours." He says. I didn't know he wanted to know.

"Clark." I say.

"Well my mom sent me over to pay Mrs. Kent for the food last week, but I think I have to play a game." He says. I think he meant basketball. Did he really want to play a game with me? "You want to play?" He asks and I nod. That sounded fun.

We then started playing a game. I tried to make a shot and he tried to stop me and the other way around when he had the ball. I made a few and then he made a few. Then I got the last shot. "Okay you win." He says and I grin. But then I started to feel funny.

"Clark, you okay?" He asked and I nodded slowly, but then it got worse. It started to get blurry and my head started to hurt. Then it all went black.

Martha's POV

I was watching through the window. Pete had come over to pay for the food I gave to his family, but I couldn't help but smile watching him and Clark play basketball. It was nice to see Clark doing something most boys would be doing. He seemed happy. But then he collapsed.

"JONATHAN!" I yelled as I went outside and went over to Clark. He felt really warm, really warm. He was sweating, but shouldn't that be from playing? I watched as Jonathan then came over. "What happened?" He asked.

"I-I don't know—he was fine a minute ago." Pete said. He was as confused as I was.

"Jonathan, he's burning up." I tell him.

"Let's get him inside." Jonathan says and then picks Clark up and then carries him inside.

"It's okay Pete. He'll be fine." I tell him and I really hoped he was. Pete then handed me the money and then started to walk home. I sighed, things were going great until this happened. I then went upstairs to Clark's bedroom. Jonathan had gotten him into bed already.

"What should we do?" I asked—I honestly didn't know what to do and I was scared. It didn't make sense at all. He was fine. Clark and Pete just playing and then he suddenly—this happens. I didn't even know what was happening. "Should we take his temperature?"

"It might be a good idea." Jonathan says and gets the thermometer. Then I heard a faint noise and see that Clark's eyes were open.

"What h-happened?" He asked. He then started to shiver like he was freezing. "Why is it so cold in here?" He asked and that's when I got the blanket on the chair and wrapped it around him. Then Jonathan came back into the room and then took his temperature.

"How bad is it?" I asked. I knew by looking at Jonathan, that it wasn't good.

"103." He says, that was pretty high. "He might have caught something." Jonathan says and I nodded. I just wanted him to be better. This shouldn't be happening now. It could have been the shot Clark got—it could happen.

We gave Clark some medicine for the time being, hoping it would help him feel better. But he ended up vomiting it up. Then Jonathan and I gave him some water, but only a little at a time so he didn't vomit that up. We then got a cold cloth to help bring the fever down.

Clark slept for a little bit, but I wasn't sure how long. I went back to check up on him and he was awake again. I think he kept going in and out.

Clark's POV

I tried to sleep like they wanted me to, but I couldn't stay asleep long. I didn't feel good and I had bad dreams. I saw Martha come back in after I woke up the third time. "How are you feeling?" She asks me.

"It hurts." I shiver. Not only that, I was freezing.

"What hurts?" She asks me as Jonathan came back in.

"Everything." My whole body ached and my head felt like someone was hitting it repeatedly with a hammer.

"What hurts the most?" Jonathan asks.

"My head. And I'm c-cold." I tell them and then Martha feels my forehead again. And I didn't say this, but I didn't like that they just left me alone in here. My parents did that when I got sick one time. Well my mother gave me some cold cuts and water to have and then my father locked me in my room; they didn't want me getting them sick.

"I'll get another blanket." Jonathan says. I wanted to say forget it, just stay, but he probably didn't want to stay. I should be used to it. I mean, who would want to stay with the sick kid?

Martha's POV

I stayed with Clark while Jonathan went to get another blanket. He put his head into his pillow once Jonathan left. He seemed to get upset by that. I started to rub his back, hoping it would help until Jonathan got back.

He came back a minute later and we put the blanket on him. "Should we get him something to eat or get him some medicine? Maybe he'll keep it down this time." Jonathan suggested, but then I heard what sounded like crying. "Martha, he's miserable. We have to do something."

I did agree that he was miserable, but I didn't the body and headaches were what was really making him upset.

"What should we do?" Jonathan asked.

"I think you should go lay with him." I say and Jonathan gives me a confused look. "He doesn't want us to leave—you to leave. You didn't see how he got when you left." I tell him and he looks over at him. "I will go get him something, but you should stay with him." I tell him and then get my things so I can get some stuff for Clark.

Jonathan's POV

I thought about it and once Martha left, I could hear clearly that Clark was clearly upset. Those weren't exactly painful cries. He sounded more upset. Maybe she was right. I should know when you don't feel good what really helps is some sort of comfort. I'm sure if Clark ever got sick, his parents probably locked him in his room or something.

I laid on the bed next to him and then started to rub his back. After a few minutes, he started to calm down. He then sat up and held my arms out. I had a feeling he was afraid to ask, but he wanted to be comforted. "Come here."

I wrapped my arms around Clark and it actually made me feel happy inside. "Let me know if need anything else, okay?" I told him. "You feeling any better?"

"I am now." He says and I grin. Martha was right; this is what Clark needed right now.

Anyways, I am so sorry for not updating in like months. But my schedule has been really hectic. I've been trying to really get my grades up, then after school chorus and drama rehearsals. Then work and family stuff…and on top of that. I've had writer's block for the longest time with this one. But I finally got an idea and time…which where this came from! I hope you liked it.

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