A\N: My apologies for not updating sooner. I've been going through a lot lately. The flu, had a terrible case of that, basketball practice and games, big school project, all the hustle and bustle of the holiday season......anyway, I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!!
Chapter 4
Clark was woken up about a half an hour later by a loud pounding on his door. He groaned and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud bang, and probably creating some kind of damage to his house.
Without thinking he swung open the door, ready to murder whoever dared wake him from his sleep. Chloe and Pete stood in front of him, smiling brightly.
"Hey, Clark," Chloe greeted him. She looked him up and down with a smirk. "Nice jammies. Do they have a little trap door in the back?"
"You wish," Pete snorted. Chloe elbowed him with a triumphant smile.
Clark blushed, realizing he was still in his pajamas. He grunted, trying to save some dignity.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Your dad said you'd be up here," Pete responded.
"We were bored, wanted to come bother you," Chloe finished. "But since wittle Clarkie warkie is taking his nappy noodle, maybe we should get out of your way." She raised an eyebrow.
"Naw, it's okay. Wanna watch TV or something?" Clark asked. It wasn't like he'd be able to fall asleep anytime soon.
"As exciting as that sounds, we were thinking about heading over to the Beanary or something." Pete shrugged.
"Sorry guys, but I better stay home. I'm beat, and my mom's expecting me for dinner." Clark grinned weakly.
"Yeah, your dad said she went to the store or something." Chloe frowned. "By the way, what is up with your dad. We walked into the barn thinking you were Lana watching again, only to find him swearing like my uncle Leo and kicking the wall in."
"Yeah, man. He's a little keyed up I think." Pete cringed.
Clark grunted again, then sighed. "I dunno. He's just a little tense, I guess. He shrugged. "Anyway, you guys leaving or staying?"
Chloe and Pete looked at each other and shrugged. There seemed to be a silent conversation going on between them.
"I guess so, Clark man," Pete answered. "Raymond's on now, I think." Clark nodded. "To the couch then."
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Dinner that night was a quiet one in the Kent household. After Chloe and Pete had left and the TV had been turned off, the whole house pretty much died. Martha had come home soon after Clark's friends had left, and cooked a meal of all of Clark's favorites, including a scrumptious pecan pie for dessert.
Jonathan was still in a grumpy mood. Martha wasn't speaking to him and Clark didn't even acknowledge his presence. So, as he supposed he was expected to do, he ate his dinner in front of the TV. Nothing good was on and Jonathan found himself watching "Sleepless in Seattle," on the Superstation. It was one of Martha's favorite movies, and as she had always said, the little boy, Jonah looked almost exactly like Clark had when he was eight. Jonathan, however, thought of it only as a chick flick and never really cared for it. But now, he stared blankly at the screen not even knowing what was going on in the movie.
Dinner at the kitchen table was no better. Conversation was scarce. Occasionally Martha would ask a question, about school, or Lana, or anything along those lines, but Clark would just shoot her down with a simple one word answer or an assortment of grunts. To add to Martha's worries, Clark picked at his food, never really eating it.
"Sweetheart, you're barely eating anything," she commented, concern in her voice.
Clark sat up a little straighter. "Sorry, Mom. I'm just not that hungry."
"Are you sick, baby?" Martha reached her hand across the table to feel his forehead.
"I'm fine, Mom." Clark gave a bitter little smile. "I'm always fine, remember?"
Martha went back to eating her dinner, pausing occasionally to sneak glances at Clark, who, for her sake only, scarfed down all the food set before him.
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Lex Luthor took a deep breath and approached the Kent farm. It was exactly midnight, and not a light was on in the home. Lex had come to know the habits of the Kent family in the short time since he'd met Clark. He'd come to know that Jonathan Kent rarely went to sleep past ten, him not being a morning person, and he had to get up early to milk the cows. The rest of the family seemed to follow his routine.
Still, Lex waited two extra hours just for security. Oh, he knew he wouldn't get caught. He never had before. He'd become an old pro at breaking and entering without stealing. He patted the pockets of his coat, making sure the meteorite rocks were tucked in securely. He'd need them soon.
Without making even the slightest sound, Lex slipped through a basement window, ready to carry out his plan.
TBC! R&R
Chapter 4
Clark was woken up about a half an hour later by a loud pounding on his door. He groaned and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud bang, and probably creating some kind of damage to his house.
Without thinking he swung open the door, ready to murder whoever dared wake him from his sleep. Chloe and Pete stood in front of him, smiling brightly.
"Hey, Clark," Chloe greeted him. She looked him up and down with a smirk. "Nice jammies. Do they have a little trap door in the back?"
"You wish," Pete snorted. Chloe elbowed him with a triumphant smile.
Clark blushed, realizing he was still in his pajamas. He grunted, trying to save some dignity.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Your dad said you'd be up here," Pete responded.
"We were bored, wanted to come bother you," Chloe finished. "But since wittle Clarkie warkie is taking his nappy noodle, maybe we should get out of your way." She raised an eyebrow.
"Naw, it's okay. Wanna watch TV or something?" Clark asked. It wasn't like he'd be able to fall asleep anytime soon.
"As exciting as that sounds, we were thinking about heading over to the Beanary or something." Pete shrugged.
"Sorry guys, but I better stay home. I'm beat, and my mom's expecting me for dinner." Clark grinned weakly.
"Yeah, your dad said she went to the store or something." Chloe frowned. "By the way, what is up with your dad. We walked into the barn thinking you were Lana watching again, only to find him swearing like my uncle Leo and kicking the wall in."
"Yeah, man. He's a little keyed up I think." Pete cringed.
Clark grunted again, then sighed. "I dunno. He's just a little tense, I guess. He shrugged. "Anyway, you guys leaving or staying?"
Chloe and Pete looked at each other and shrugged. There seemed to be a silent conversation going on between them.
"I guess so, Clark man," Pete answered. "Raymond's on now, I think." Clark nodded. "To the couch then."
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Dinner that night was a quiet one in the Kent household. After Chloe and Pete had left and the TV had been turned off, the whole house pretty much died. Martha had come home soon after Clark's friends had left, and cooked a meal of all of Clark's favorites, including a scrumptious pecan pie for dessert.
Jonathan was still in a grumpy mood. Martha wasn't speaking to him and Clark didn't even acknowledge his presence. So, as he supposed he was expected to do, he ate his dinner in front of the TV. Nothing good was on and Jonathan found himself watching "Sleepless in Seattle," on the Superstation. It was one of Martha's favorite movies, and as she had always said, the little boy, Jonah looked almost exactly like Clark had when he was eight. Jonathan, however, thought of it only as a chick flick and never really cared for it. But now, he stared blankly at the screen not even knowing what was going on in the movie.
Dinner at the kitchen table was no better. Conversation was scarce. Occasionally Martha would ask a question, about school, or Lana, or anything along those lines, but Clark would just shoot her down with a simple one word answer or an assortment of grunts. To add to Martha's worries, Clark picked at his food, never really eating it.
"Sweetheart, you're barely eating anything," she commented, concern in her voice.
Clark sat up a little straighter. "Sorry, Mom. I'm just not that hungry."
"Are you sick, baby?" Martha reached her hand across the table to feel his forehead.
"I'm fine, Mom." Clark gave a bitter little smile. "I'm always fine, remember?"
Martha went back to eating her dinner, pausing occasionally to sneak glances at Clark, who, for her sake only, scarfed down all the food set before him.
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Lex Luthor took a deep breath and approached the Kent farm. It was exactly midnight, and not a light was on in the home. Lex had come to know the habits of the Kent family in the short time since he'd met Clark. He'd come to know that Jonathan Kent rarely went to sleep past ten, him not being a morning person, and he had to get up early to milk the cows. The rest of the family seemed to follow his routine.
Still, Lex waited two extra hours just for security. Oh, he knew he wouldn't get caught. He never had before. He'd become an old pro at breaking and entering without stealing. He patted the pockets of his coat, making sure the meteorite rocks were tucked in securely. He'd need them soon.
Without making even the slightest sound, Lex slipped through a basement window, ready to carry out his plan.
TBC! R&R