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Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
My Idea: I had a question at the end of "Craving." If there was all that kryptonite in the greenhouse and the greenhouse exploded wouldn't some of that kryptonite go flying through the air? Hhhhhmmmmmm
~~~…~~~ = Clark's thoughts
Jonathan Kent could not remember the last time he had driven so fast. He kept repeating Pete's words over and over again in his head. 'Clark is hurt. He won't let me take him the hospital. You better get here quick.' Quick. Quick was an understatement for how fast Jonathan was driving. He just couldn't think of how Clark, his Clark, could be hurt. If wood chippers, knives, and fire didn't hurt him, then what possibly could?
Pete was relieved to see the old pickup truck finally coming up towards him. It seemed like it took an eternity for Clark's dad to get there. Jonathan came rushing over towards him.
"Where is he Pete?"
"He's over here. I tried to get him to come with me to the hospital with Jodie, but he wouldn't make an effort to get up. And I can't lift him." Pete said as he led Jonathan over to Clark.
Clark was still sitting in the same place. It was taking every last bit of his strength to stay awake.
"Clark, Clark can you hear me son?" Jonathan asked.
"Dad…I…I can't…"
"Don't say anything. I'm going to pick you up and take you to the truck ok."
"Ok."
Jonathan placed his arms around his son and lifted him off the ground. He couldn't believe how heavy Clark was. He carried him over to the truck and placed him in the passenger seat.
"Pete, listen to me. I want you to take Jodie to the hospital."
"What about Clark?"
"Don't worry about Clark. I'll take care of him. Now go on."
With a little reluctance Pete ran to his car and drove off with Jodie. Jonathan got in the truck and started racing home. He only hoped that he and Martha would be able to help Clark. Who knows what would happen if they had to take him to a hospital. He looked over at his son. The expression of pain on his face was almost more than Jonathan could bear.
"Hang in there Clark. We're almost home."
They soon pulled up to the house. Martha Kent came running out.
"Is he ok? What happened?"
"He's in pretty bad shape. Let me get him into the house."
She followed close behind Jonathan as he carried Clark into the house. He set Clark on the couch on his side with his back sticking out. Jonathan and Martha bent down to inspect all the small puncture wounds on their son's back. That is when they noticed his skin. It was greenish in color, and almost seemed to be moving.
"What is that Jonathan?"
"I don't know, I've never seen anything like this before."
Then he saw the green glowing rock sticking out of Clark's back.
"Clark, Clark listen, I'm going to pull this out. Ok. It might hurt."
Jonathan grabbed on to the small piece of rock and gently pulled it out of Clark's back. As soon as the piece was removed Clark became more alert.
"That feels better." He whispered. "What is it?"
"It is a green rock." Jonathan replied.
"Meteor rocks. There must be more. I still feel…feel very weak. You have to get them…get them away from me."
"I can't see anymore. They must be lodged in your skin. I'm going to have to…dig them out. The only problem is I can't see them. Martha, honey, get a light."
Martha ran to the kitchen to get a flashlight, and returned quickly. She shined the light towards one of the small holes on Clark's back.
"I still can't see anything." Then he had an idea. "Clark, Clark are you still awake? I need you to use your X-ray vision to help me find the rocks. Can you do that for me?"
"I…I can't…it takes to much…to much concentration. Besides…they're…they're in my back."
"We can use a mirror. You could look in the mirror and see your reflection." Martha said. "I'll go get one."
She was soon back with a mirror.
"Ok Clark, it's up to you."
"I told you…it takes…to much…to much concentration."
"You have to at least try. I don't see any other way."
Clark tried to concentrate. But all he could concentrate on was the pain. His dad had taken a small piece away from him, but there was still more.
~~~Concentrate Clark. Concentrate. You can do this.~~~ He was able to clear his mind and focus. His X-ray vision kicked in. He looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of his skull. He then looked down to his until he saw his spine. Not only did he see ribs and spine, but a few small green spots.
"I see them." He said trying not to break his concentration.
"Ok, now I need you to direct me to them." His father said.
Clark watched as the skeleton of his father hand moved towards his back. He directed him as best he could towards on of the rocks. Until he saw his father's hand grab it. They worked together as his father slowly removed stone after stone. With each stone removed, Clark felts more and more energized. Finally the last stone was removed.
Clark was thoroughly exhausted. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. He waited for his mom to finish applying bandages to all of his open wounds and then he sat up on the couch.
"Clark, we need to talk about what happened tonight. We need to talk especially about what these meteor rocks are doing to you." His father said.
"We will I promise, just let me go to sleep. Please I'm exhausted."
"Ok." His mother said. "But we're going to talk about this first thing in the morning."
Martha and Jonathan watched in relief as Clark went up the stairs to his room.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
My Idea: I had a question at the end of "Craving." If there was all that kryptonite in the greenhouse and the greenhouse exploded wouldn't some of that kryptonite go flying through the air? Hhhhhmmmmmm
~~~…~~~ = Clark's thoughts
Jonathan Kent could not remember the last time he had driven so fast. He kept repeating Pete's words over and over again in his head. 'Clark is hurt. He won't let me take him the hospital. You better get here quick.' Quick. Quick was an understatement for how fast Jonathan was driving. He just couldn't think of how Clark, his Clark, could be hurt. If wood chippers, knives, and fire didn't hurt him, then what possibly could?
Pete was relieved to see the old pickup truck finally coming up towards him. It seemed like it took an eternity for Clark's dad to get there. Jonathan came rushing over towards him.
"Where is he Pete?"
"He's over here. I tried to get him to come with me to the hospital with Jodie, but he wouldn't make an effort to get up. And I can't lift him." Pete said as he led Jonathan over to Clark.
Clark was still sitting in the same place. It was taking every last bit of his strength to stay awake.
"Clark, Clark can you hear me son?" Jonathan asked.
"Dad…I…I can't…"
"Don't say anything. I'm going to pick you up and take you to the truck ok."
"Ok."
Jonathan placed his arms around his son and lifted him off the ground. He couldn't believe how heavy Clark was. He carried him over to the truck and placed him in the passenger seat.
"Pete, listen to me. I want you to take Jodie to the hospital."
"What about Clark?"
"Don't worry about Clark. I'll take care of him. Now go on."
With a little reluctance Pete ran to his car and drove off with Jodie. Jonathan got in the truck and started racing home. He only hoped that he and Martha would be able to help Clark. Who knows what would happen if they had to take him to a hospital. He looked over at his son. The expression of pain on his face was almost more than Jonathan could bear.
"Hang in there Clark. We're almost home."
They soon pulled up to the house. Martha Kent came running out.
"Is he ok? What happened?"
"He's in pretty bad shape. Let me get him into the house."
She followed close behind Jonathan as he carried Clark into the house. He set Clark on the couch on his side with his back sticking out. Jonathan and Martha bent down to inspect all the small puncture wounds on their son's back. That is when they noticed his skin. It was greenish in color, and almost seemed to be moving.
"What is that Jonathan?"
"I don't know, I've never seen anything like this before."
Then he saw the green glowing rock sticking out of Clark's back.
"Clark, Clark listen, I'm going to pull this out. Ok. It might hurt."
Jonathan grabbed on to the small piece of rock and gently pulled it out of Clark's back. As soon as the piece was removed Clark became more alert.
"That feels better." He whispered. "What is it?"
"It is a green rock." Jonathan replied.
"Meteor rocks. There must be more. I still feel…feel very weak. You have to get them…get them away from me."
"I can't see anymore. They must be lodged in your skin. I'm going to have to…dig them out. The only problem is I can't see them. Martha, honey, get a light."
Martha ran to the kitchen to get a flashlight, and returned quickly. She shined the light towards one of the small holes on Clark's back.
"I still can't see anything." Then he had an idea. "Clark, Clark are you still awake? I need you to use your X-ray vision to help me find the rocks. Can you do that for me?"
"I…I can't…it takes to much…to much concentration. Besides…they're…they're in my back."
"We can use a mirror. You could look in the mirror and see your reflection." Martha said. "I'll go get one."
She was soon back with a mirror.
"Ok Clark, it's up to you."
"I told you…it takes…to much…to much concentration."
"You have to at least try. I don't see any other way."
Clark tried to concentrate. But all he could concentrate on was the pain. His dad had taken a small piece away from him, but there was still more.
~~~Concentrate Clark. Concentrate. You can do this.~~~ He was able to clear his mind and focus. His X-ray vision kicked in. He looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of his skull. He then looked down to his until he saw his spine. Not only did he see ribs and spine, but a few small green spots.
"I see them." He said trying not to break his concentration.
"Ok, now I need you to direct me to them." His father said.
Clark watched as the skeleton of his father hand moved towards his back. He directed him as best he could towards on of the rocks. Until he saw his father's hand grab it. They worked together as his father slowly removed stone after stone. With each stone removed, Clark felts more and more energized. Finally the last stone was removed.
Clark was thoroughly exhausted. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. He waited for his mom to finish applying bandages to all of his open wounds and then he sat up on the couch.
"Clark, we need to talk about what happened tonight. We need to talk especially about what these meteor rocks are doing to you." His father said.
"We will I promise, just let me go to sleep. Please I'm exhausted."
"Ok." His mother said. "But we're going to talk about this first thing in the morning."
Martha and Jonathan watched in relief as Clark went up the stairs to his room.