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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
It was close to 11:00 am before Clark finally stirred from his sleep. He wished he could sleep forever, partly because he was very tired, but mostly because he didn't want to move. Every inch of his body hurt, he could never remember being so sore. But then again, he couldn't remember ever being sore.
Hungry was what finally drove him out of bed and downstairs. He was glad to see no one else was in the house. All he wanted to do was eat some cereal and then go right back upstairs and sleep some more. He was almost done eating when he heard the screen door open.
~~~ They couldn't have waited five more minutes, could they.~~~
"Hey look who's finally up. Good afternoon Clark." His father said.
"How are you feeling?" Chimed in his mother.
"Tired, stiff, and sore. To be honest."
His dad couldn't help but laugh. Not because he thought it was funny that Clark was not feeling one hundred percent, but because for once Clark knew what it was like to be sore.
"Jonathan, it isn't funny." Martha snapped.
"You're right, I'm sorry. So, Clark, are you ready to tell us what happened last night?"
"There really isn't that much to tell. I went to find Jodie and Pete. When I got to Jodie's I found Pete lying on the floor unconscious. So I went out back to the greenhouse looking for Jodie. But, the greenhouse was filled with meteor rocks. As soon as I stepped inside I could feel their affect. Jodie was really upset, and she started hitting me with a shovel. Then she said something about 'ending it'. She hit open a methane vent, and was going for the lights when I jump on her. The lights made sparks causing the whole greenhouse to explode, sending shrapnel everywhere including the meteor rocks. I guess they must have been able to cut me."
"I don't understand. Did you know that these meteor rocks could hurt you?" His mother asked.
"Well yeah. I mean, every time I was around them they would make me sick and really weak. I didn't know they could cut me though."
"Why didn't you tell us about this?" She asked.
"I haven't known about it that long. Plus, dad knew."
"Jonathan you knew? Why was I the only one kept in the dark."
"Well. Well, Clark and I haven't really talked about it. I mean, I guess I kind of forgot about it until now."
"Is there anything else you guys haven't told me about? Huh? I mean, if you are keeping this from me I can't imagine what else you are keeping from me."
"Nothing. This is the only thing I haven't told you guys about. Look, I'm sorry I didn't say anything about it before. I guess, I just didn't want you guys to worry about me."
"Clark, we're your parents. It is our job to worry about you." Martha said.
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry…if you guys don't mind, I'm going to go upstairs."
"Sure thing son." His father said.
Clark went upstairs to his room and changed into a pair of jeans and an undershirt. He never thought that putting a shirt on could hurt so much. After changing, he went outside to start his chores. His parents would have probably let him skip them today, but he was hoping the movement would help loosen up his back a little.
He was out in the apple orchard when Pete came walking up. Clark had almost forgot about Pete. What was he going to tell him.
"Hey Clark, your mom said you were out here."
"Hey, how's your head? And how's Jodie?"
"My head's fine. They kept Jodie at the hospital. She was fine from the explosion. But they kept her to try to find a way to help with her stomach problems."
"I'm sorry Pete, I know you really liked her."
"It's alright. So…so, how are you?" Pete asked with a questioning look, but in a sincere voice. "You really had me worried last night. You looked like you were going die."
"Oh. I'm fine. Just a little sore."
"Just a little sore. That's it." Pete said in disbelief. "You looked on the verge of death last night and all you are is sore. That doesn't make any sense, Clark man."
"Why not. I mean, I was in an explosion. I think I had the right to be a little shook up."
"Yeah, you were in an explosion. Which is why it doesn't make any sense. I mean look at you, and Jodie for that matter. How did you guys get through that without a single burn?"
"I don't know. I guess we were just lucky."
"Lucky, if that isn't the understatement of the year, then I don't know what is."
"Look, can't you just accept that fact that we're fine and be grateful. I mean, why does everybody have to ask why and how? Can't they just say 'thanks for saving my life,' or 'I'm glad your ok.' Why does it always have to be 'why am I live when I should be dead' and 'how did you escape.' For once, I don't want to be asked a million questions to which I can't give an answer."
"I'm sorry man. I was just concerned. Excuse me for asking." Pete said indignantly while turning to walk away.
"Pete, wait I'm sorry. You were just trying to be a friend, and I do appreciate that."
"Don't worry about it." Pete went to leave when he turned back to his friend. "You know Clark, I'm glad you know that I am your friend. Just don't forget that friends can be trusted. You can tell me anything. If you ever feel like talking about last night, or anything else, just let me know." With that Pete turned and walked away.
~~~I wish I could tell you Pete. I really wish I could.~~~
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
It was close to 11:00 am before Clark finally stirred from his sleep. He wished he could sleep forever, partly because he was very tired, but mostly because he didn't want to move. Every inch of his body hurt, he could never remember being so sore. But then again, he couldn't remember ever being sore.
Hungry was what finally drove him out of bed and downstairs. He was glad to see no one else was in the house. All he wanted to do was eat some cereal and then go right back upstairs and sleep some more. He was almost done eating when he heard the screen door open.
~~~ They couldn't have waited five more minutes, could they.~~~
"Hey look who's finally up. Good afternoon Clark." His father said.
"How are you feeling?" Chimed in his mother.
"Tired, stiff, and sore. To be honest."
His dad couldn't help but laugh. Not because he thought it was funny that Clark was not feeling one hundred percent, but because for once Clark knew what it was like to be sore.
"Jonathan, it isn't funny." Martha snapped.
"You're right, I'm sorry. So, Clark, are you ready to tell us what happened last night?"
"There really isn't that much to tell. I went to find Jodie and Pete. When I got to Jodie's I found Pete lying on the floor unconscious. So I went out back to the greenhouse looking for Jodie. But, the greenhouse was filled with meteor rocks. As soon as I stepped inside I could feel their affect. Jodie was really upset, and she started hitting me with a shovel. Then she said something about 'ending it'. She hit open a methane vent, and was going for the lights when I jump on her. The lights made sparks causing the whole greenhouse to explode, sending shrapnel everywhere including the meteor rocks. I guess they must have been able to cut me."
"I don't understand. Did you know that these meteor rocks could hurt you?" His mother asked.
"Well yeah. I mean, every time I was around them they would make me sick and really weak. I didn't know they could cut me though."
"Why didn't you tell us about this?" She asked.
"I haven't known about it that long. Plus, dad knew."
"Jonathan you knew? Why was I the only one kept in the dark."
"Well. Well, Clark and I haven't really talked about it. I mean, I guess I kind of forgot about it until now."
"Is there anything else you guys haven't told me about? Huh? I mean, if you are keeping this from me I can't imagine what else you are keeping from me."
"Nothing. This is the only thing I haven't told you guys about. Look, I'm sorry I didn't say anything about it before. I guess, I just didn't want you guys to worry about me."
"Clark, we're your parents. It is our job to worry about you." Martha said.
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry…if you guys don't mind, I'm going to go upstairs."
"Sure thing son." His father said.
Clark went upstairs to his room and changed into a pair of jeans and an undershirt. He never thought that putting a shirt on could hurt so much. After changing, he went outside to start his chores. His parents would have probably let him skip them today, but he was hoping the movement would help loosen up his back a little.
He was out in the apple orchard when Pete came walking up. Clark had almost forgot about Pete. What was he going to tell him.
"Hey Clark, your mom said you were out here."
"Hey, how's your head? And how's Jodie?"
"My head's fine. They kept Jodie at the hospital. She was fine from the explosion. But they kept her to try to find a way to help with her stomach problems."
"I'm sorry Pete, I know you really liked her."
"It's alright. So…so, how are you?" Pete asked with a questioning look, but in a sincere voice. "You really had me worried last night. You looked like you were going die."
"Oh. I'm fine. Just a little sore."
"Just a little sore. That's it." Pete said in disbelief. "You looked on the verge of death last night and all you are is sore. That doesn't make any sense, Clark man."
"Why not. I mean, I was in an explosion. I think I had the right to be a little shook up."
"Yeah, you were in an explosion. Which is why it doesn't make any sense. I mean look at you, and Jodie for that matter. How did you guys get through that without a single burn?"
"I don't know. I guess we were just lucky."
"Lucky, if that isn't the understatement of the year, then I don't know what is."
"Look, can't you just accept that fact that we're fine and be grateful. I mean, why does everybody have to ask why and how? Can't they just say 'thanks for saving my life,' or 'I'm glad your ok.' Why does it always have to be 'why am I live when I should be dead' and 'how did you escape.' For once, I don't want to be asked a million questions to which I can't give an answer."
"I'm sorry man. I was just concerned. Excuse me for asking." Pete said indignantly while turning to walk away.
"Pete, wait I'm sorry. You were just trying to be a friend, and I do appreciate that."
"Don't worry about it." Pete went to leave when he turned back to his friend. "You know Clark, I'm glad you know that I am your friend. Just don't forget that friends can be trusted. You can tell me anything. If you ever feel like talking about last night, or anything else, just let me know." With that Pete turned and walked away.
~~~I wish I could tell you Pete. I really wish I could.~~~