Sorry about the wait… I kinda went on vacation… but I'm back now and ready
to start writing. Here's chapter 4 for ya!
Reflections – Part 4
Jonathan and Martha Kent walked hand in hand through the spacious museum. Martha gazed with wonder at the exhibits, remarking occasionally about the amount of work that went into displaying them. Jonathan was only mildly amused but found that he was not as bored as he thought he would be. Martha had been browsing the paper when she saw the advertisement for the Kansas Cosmosphere & Space Center. It had looked quite interesting and she thought it would be a nice activity for the day. She had hoped that Clark would join them, but he adamantly objected. 'At least Jonathan was able to put a leash on his protests,' she thought mildly. Instead of making Clark go, for she didn't feel the need to subject herself to Clark's eye rolling and complaining, she let him stay home. She had a feeling, however, that he wouldn't be staying home for long. He was just waiting for them to leave. So she and Jonathan had gotten ready and Clark planted himself in front of the T.V. As Clark flipped channels she had to continually give Jonathan reassuring glances that this was a good idea. It seemed like almost too much work just to go to a museum. But to Martha, it had been worth it.
The couple idly walked from exhibit to exhibit only sometimes pestered by overzealous museum workers. Explanations of displays were welcome, as long as they had asked for them. Both navigated away from the fast-talking employees as quickly as they could. And on more than one occasion Martha had to stop Jonathan from telling them off.
Pointing to an interesting suspension of a spacecraft, Martha led Jonathan off towards its direction.
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"They look so normal don't they?"
"Humph, yeah, right down to the white picket fence."
"Yeah, I almost wish my parents were more like them," he said as he snapped another picture.
The two conversed as they hid carefully above in the rafters. The support system that held them was manly used to lower pieces of the exhibits at a time in a specific place at a specific angle. But today it was used as a vantage point for the two onlookers.
"Yeah, sure you do," he said as he snapped another.
"Caesar?"
"Yes, Lucius?"
"Do you even like your job? Or do you just do it for money?"
"Of course I like my job! It's fun as hell man! You gotta be kidding now. Lucius pay attention. They're leaving the area. Call section 3-14, let them know their coming."
"Doing it right now, Caesar." Lucius pulled out his radio and pressed the side button. He spoke, "The Kents are heading straight for you. Don't let them out of your sight," he said, lifting his finger for a response.
He heard the other say then, "We gottem, 3-14 out."
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Jonathan Kent continued to be dragged by his wife into the next room when he heard something. Jonathan looked behind him, not really expecting anything to be there, but why not check it out. When he and Martha finally reached the exhibit, he tried to listen again. It sounded like a flash or a buzzing sound, he recalled. But he couldn't hear anything anymore. Noticing Martha was glaring at him, he figured he had better pay attention to her. She must have been trying to say something to him.
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Clark and Lana were still strolling on their walk. They had ventured off the road some time ago and were now heading back to it. They discussed casual topics and were doing a good job at holding an interesting conversation.
"What did you say you did with that thing?" Lana asked jovially.
"Oh let's not get into that again," Clark said as he smiled back at her.
She did not respond immediately to that comment. Instead, she started another, "thank you Clark."
Clark furrowed his brows and questioned, "for what, Lana?"
"For being a good friend. You're really easy to talk to and you always understand what I'm trying to say. I just wanna thank you for that."
Truth be told, Clark was a little embarrassed. He was not used to hearing such comments about him, especially not from Lana. "Well, you're welcome," Clark stumbled back. He didn't really know how to respond, or if he even should, but he felt he should break the silence. He was enjoying his time spent with Lana but he felt like no matter what he said, or did, he would always be just out of reach of her. And what if she wasn't? Then what? Would he tell her his secret? Could she handle what he was? Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind he said to her, "it was nothing."
Lana smiled, she really liked talking to Clark, but there was something about him. Something that always kept him out of reach. Clark had a mysteriousness about him, something dark that he was hiding from her. But every time she looked at him all she saw was the smile of a young country farm boy. She didn't know whether to pursue her thoughts or to just write it off as weird vibes. He did act strange at times, but doesn't everyone at some point? Right now she could feel the nervous tension emanating from him; he glanced at her, as if he were afraid that he slipped at some point, that she could see the truth. He was hiding something, something that scared, or worried him. And it bugged her that she couldn't figure out what; his clues were so inconsistent. She decided to change the subject.
"So, Clark, what's your biggest secret?" Whoops, didn't work. But she was too curious to laugh it off. She had to know. She watched him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was so much taller than she was, but it looked like he felt small at this moment. She pressed him again, "well Clark, what is it?" She immediately regretted it. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but the deed had been done. She waited for his answer.
Cliffhanger girl! ( Well that's it for that chapter… R/R always welcome!
Reflections – Part 4
Jonathan and Martha Kent walked hand in hand through the spacious museum. Martha gazed with wonder at the exhibits, remarking occasionally about the amount of work that went into displaying them. Jonathan was only mildly amused but found that he was not as bored as he thought he would be. Martha had been browsing the paper when she saw the advertisement for the Kansas Cosmosphere & Space Center. It had looked quite interesting and she thought it would be a nice activity for the day. She had hoped that Clark would join them, but he adamantly objected. 'At least Jonathan was able to put a leash on his protests,' she thought mildly. Instead of making Clark go, for she didn't feel the need to subject herself to Clark's eye rolling and complaining, she let him stay home. She had a feeling, however, that he wouldn't be staying home for long. He was just waiting for them to leave. So she and Jonathan had gotten ready and Clark planted himself in front of the T.V. As Clark flipped channels she had to continually give Jonathan reassuring glances that this was a good idea. It seemed like almost too much work just to go to a museum. But to Martha, it had been worth it.
The couple idly walked from exhibit to exhibit only sometimes pestered by overzealous museum workers. Explanations of displays were welcome, as long as they had asked for them. Both navigated away from the fast-talking employees as quickly as they could. And on more than one occasion Martha had to stop Jonathan from telling them off.
Pointing to an interesting suspension of a spacecraft, Martha led Jonathan off towards its direction.
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"They look so normal don't they?"
"Humph, yeah, right down to the white picket fence."
"Yeah, I almost wish my parents were more like them," he said as he snapped another picture.
The two conversed as they hid carefully above in the rafters. The support system that held them was manly used to lower pieces of the exhibits at a time in a specific place at a specific angle. But today it was used as a vantage point for the two onlookers.
"Yeah, sure you do," he said as he snapped another.
"Caesar?"
"Yes, Lucius?"
"Do you even like your job? Or do you just do it for money?"
"Of course I like my job! It's fun as hell man! You gotta be kidding now. Lucius pay attention. They're leaving the area. Call section 3-14, let them know their coming."
"Doing it right now, Caesar." Lucius pulled out his radio and pressed the side button. He spoke, "The Kents are heading straight for you. Don't let them out of your sight," he said, lifting his finger for a response.
He heard the other say then, "We gottem, 3-14 out."
***********
Jonathan Kent continued to be dragged by his wife into the next room when he heard something. Jonathan looked behind him, not really expecting anything to be there, but why not check it out. When he and Martha finally reached the exhibit, he tried to listen again. It sounded like a flash or a buzzing sound, he recalled. But he couldn't hear anything anymore. Noticing Martha was glaring at him, he figured he had better pay attention to her. She must have been trying to say something to him.
###########
Clark and Lana were still strolling on their walk. They had ventured off the road some time ago and were now heading back to it. They discussed casual topics and were doing a good job at holding an interesting conversation.
"What did you say you did with that thing?" Lana asked jovially.
"Oh let's not get into that again," Clark said as he smiled back at her.
She did not respond immediately to that comment. Instead, she started another, "thank you Clark."
Clark furrowed his brows and questioned, "for what, Lana?"
"For being a good friend. You're really easy to talk to and you always understand what I'm trying to say. I just wanna thank you for that."
Truth be told, Clark was a little embarrassed. He was not used to hearing such comments about him, especially not from Lana. "Well, you're welcome," Clark stumbled back. He didn't really know how to respond, or if he even should, but he felt he should break the silence. He was enjoying his time spent with Lana but he felt like no matter what he said, or did, he would always be just out of reach of her. And what if she wasn't? Then what? Would he tell her his secret? Could she handle what he was? Pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind he said to her, "it was nothing."
Lana smiled, she really liked talking to Clark, but there was something about him. Something that always kept him out of reach. Clark had a mysteriousness about him, something dark that he was hiding from her. But every time she looked at him all she saw was the smile of a young country farm boy. She didn't know whether to pursue her thoughts or to just write it off as weird vibes. He did act strange at times, but doesn't everyone at some point? Right now she could feel the nervous tension emanating from him; he glanced at her, as if he were afraid that he slipped at some point, that she could see the truth. He was hiding something, something that scared, or worried him. And it bugged her that she couldn't figure out what; his clues were so inconsistent. She decided to change the subject.
"So, Clark, what's your biggest secret?" Whoops, didn't work. But she was too curious to laugh it off. She had to know. She watched him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was so much taller than she was, but it looked like he felt small at this moment. She pressed him again, "well Clark, what is it?" She immediately regretted it. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but the deed had been done. She waited for his answer.
Cliffhanger girl! ( Well that's it for that chapter… R/R always welcome!