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Kent, Lex, Lionel Luthor, and any of the other characters that are on that
show. Me, I only own the figments of my imagination that I bring to life in
this story.
Summary: We all know what Jonathan Kent thinks of Lex. What would make him change his mind?
Dedication: I hate bigots. I mean I think they are the scum of the earth. The only people who I believe are on par are child abusers. So, I'm dedicating this to all those victims of abuse out there. To the victims of hate crimes and the victims that are too young to fight back.
Sins Of the Father
Prologue: Jonathan
I couldn't sleep. Something had been bothering me ever since Earl had taken Clark's fieldtrip hostage. Giving up I pushed the covers back. Martha mumbled and rolled over in her sleep. Slipping my feet into my slippers I considered what to do, maybe a glass of milk will help. I wrapped my robe around me and headed down stairs. Half way between the sink and the refrigerator it hits me. I know what is bothering me. I have become my father.
When I was Clark's age I had a friend named Tom Simpson. My dad would berate him say he was a cheat and a liar. That he was a bad influence and I shouldn't hang around with him. I hated it when he'd say those things especially when he'd call him a "nigger". I loved my father but I couldn't stand the way he would treat Tom just because of the color of his skin. I always thought that his prejudice was stupid. How could Tom pick his parents? Now I see that I have been making the same mistake with Clark. How could Lex pick his father? How can I tell that Lex is a bad influence just because of his last name?
Looking back on all the times that Lex had come over I recognized the look in his eyes as the same one that had been in Tom's. A mix of hurt and resignation, hurt for being judged and resignation because it happened so often. Suddenly I understood Lex. He is just a boy with a father who has to put up with ridicule and hate just as Tom did. My legs would no longer support me. I found myself sinking to the floor. I had believed so strongly in my conviction that Lex was just like his father, a cold heartless bastard, that until Lex risked his life to save those kids I couldn't see what I was doing but now I couldn't deny it. I had been wrong just like my father had been wrong and I should have known better. I should have known better, the sins of the father have nothing to do with the son. How could I take back the words? How could I make this right?
I had seen the way that Lionel Luthor treated his son and if it had been anyone one else I would have been disgusted but at the time I remember thinking that Lex deserved the cold heartless treatment. I now felt disgust not only with Lionel Luthor but also with myself. How could any parent treat their son that way? How could I not care? If Lex were younger I'd say what Lionel did was child abuse but. no it was child abuse. Lex is still a child maybe only a man-child but still a child who wishes for his parent's love and acceptance. Lionel only gave Lex scorn and contempt for his concern for the lives of the hostages. He hadn't even seemed to care when Lex was sealed in the factory other than the fact that he would be losing his heir. Suddenly I can see the future, with the treatment from his father and the help from people like me Lex would become his father. Who wouldn't? If everyone treated you as if you were the scum of the earth wouldn't you become just that to get even? Conviction filled my heart I can't let this happen. I had almost become my father I won't let Lex be driven into becoming his. The future is not set in stone. Clark's brush with that psychic proved that if anything. Lex didn't have to turn out like his father and maybe this way I can keep Clark from having to face what Lex and I are facing right now.
Summary: We all know what Jonathan Kent thinks of Lex. What would make him change his mind?
Dedication: I hate bigots. I mean I think they are the scum of the earth. The only people who I believe are on par are child abusers. So, I'm dedicating this to all those victims of abuse out there. To the victims of hate crimes and the victims that are too young to fight back.
Sins Of the Father
Prologue: Jonathan
I couldn't sleep. Something had been bothering me ever since Earl had taken Clark's fieldtrip hostage. Giving up I pushed the covers back. Martha mumbled and rolled over in her sleep. Slipping my feet into my slippers I considered what to do, maybe a glass of milk will help. I wrapped my robe around me and headed down stairs. Half way between the sink and the refrigerator it hits me. I know what is bothering me. I have become my father.
When I was Clark's age I had a friend named Tom Simpson. My dad would berate him say he was a cheat and a liar. That he was a bad influence and I shouldn't hang around with him. I hated it when he'd say those things especially when he'd call him a "nigger". I loved my father but I couldn't stand the way he would treat Tom just because of the color of his skin. I always thought that his prejudice was stupid. How could Tom pick his parents? Now I see that I have been making the same mistake with Clark. How could Lex pick his father? How can I tell that Lex is a bad influence just because of his last name?
Looking back on all the times that Lex had come over I recognized the look in his eyes as the same one that had been in Tom's. A mix of hurt and resignation, hurt for being judged and resignation because it happened so often. Suddenly I understood Lex. He is just a boy with a father who has to put up with ridicule and hate just as Tom did. My legs would no longer support me. I found myself sinking to the floor. I had believed so strongly in my conviction that Lex was just like his father, a cold heartless bastard, that until Lex risked his life to save those kids I couldn't see what I was doing but now I couldn't deny it. I had been wrong just like my father had been wrong and I should have known better. I should have known better, the sins of the father have nothing to do with the son. How could I take back the words? How could I make this right?
I had seen the way that Lionel Luthor treated his son and if it had been anyone one else I would have been disgusted but at the time I remember thinking that Lex deserved the cold heartless treatment. I now felt disgust not only with Lionel Luthor but also with myself. How could any parent treat their son that way? How could I not care? If Lex were younger I'd say what Lionel did was child abuse but. no it was child abuse. Lex is still a child maybe only a man-child but still a child who wishes for his parent's love and acceptance. Lionel only gave Lex scorn and contempt for his concern for the lives of the hostages. He hadn't even seemed to care when Lex was sealed in the factory other than the fact that he would be losing his heir. Suddenly I can see the future, with the treatment from his father and the help from people like me Lex would become his father. Who wouldn't? If everyone treated you as if you were the scum of the earth wouldn't you become just that to get even? Conviction filled my heart I can't let this happen. I had almost become my father I won't let Lex be driven into becoming his. The future is not set in stone. Clark's brush with that psychic proved that if anything. Lex didn't have to turn out like his father and maybe this way I can keep Clark from having to face what Lex and I are facing right now.