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Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Clark or Lex, rather, they owns me. Tee-hee.
Chapter 5
Jonathan sighed and sat up on the couch. He was so tired but he just couldn't fall asleep, no matter how much he tried. He counted sheep, he tried to name all the First Ladies by spelling their names backwards. He tried to recite in his mind the Declaration of Independence in pig Latin. Nothing worked. Not even trying to clear his mind of any thought at all.
With a grunt, he stood up and shuffled over to the kitchen. He swung open the fridge door, squinting at the light, and grabbing a bottle of milk. He chugged it straight out of the bottle, ending with a satisfied smile. He washed the bottle out carefully and placed it under the sink with the other empty bottles.
Jonathan really didn't want to go back to the couch. It would just remind him of why he was there. The clock struck midnight. Jonathan groaned. He was never going to be able to wake up in the morning. That was, if he ever actually fell asleep.
His ears perked up hearing a sound coming from below him. It sounded like quiet footsteps. Holding his breath, Jonathan strained his ears trying to catch any tiny little noise. Something did catch his ears, but not from below him, rather from above him. There was creaking and loud mumbling words.
"Clark," Jonathan muttered to himself. He quickly jogged upstairs headed for his son's room. He couldn't care less if he was the last person Clark ever wanted to see again, he had to take care of him, anyway.
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Lex held his breath, his ear pressed up against the basement door. He finally heard the footsteps move upstairs. He finally exhaled, relieve. Without making even the slightest sound, he crept through the door and began his task.
Walking around the house slowly and quietly, Lex made sure there were meteorite rocks everywhere. Enough so that he could get the proper results. In every little corner, barely visible by the naked eye he placed them. In every downstairs room until he was satisfied. Almost satisfied. There was still much more work to be done.
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Jonathan swung open the door to find Clark in the middle of what seemed to be, a horrible nightmare. He was rolling all around, yelling sometimes, mumbling others. Jonathan licked his lips. Martha could sleep through anything, he had to do this on his own.
Jonathan sat down on the edge of Clark's bed. Placing a hand on Clark's forehead gently he whispered, "Clark....Clark."
Clark mumbled incoherently and twisted around, throwing his blankets everywhere. "We gotta get outta here!" He yelled loudly.
"Shh, Clark. Clark...Clark..." Jonathan's voice gradually grew louder but nothing seemed to awaken his son. "Clark....son, wake up."
Finally, the boy's eyes snapped open. He looked around the room wildly, his heart racing. There was a loud silence then, "Mom?"
"No, kid, it's me." Jonathan winced, expecting a harsh "go away," or something along those lines, but what he ended up getting was a tight embrace.
He rubbed Clark's back softly. "Hey pal, what's wrong. What did you dream about?"
Clark didn't answer, but continued to hug his father. In his hazy mind, he couldn't even remember being mad at his father or not speaking to him. All he could see was the dream that was so vivid, so clear. He remembered running, like in a maze. And everyone he knew was there and they were running away from something but he didn't know what. Finally they reached the end, where Clark was relieved to find Lex waiting for him. Clark ran to him begging for help. Lex, with an evil smile taking out a gun and shot his parents dead. Then, Chloe, Pete, Lana, Whitney, they were all killed too by Lex's gun. And Clark couldn't move to stop him. He could only watch and plead and scream. Until finally, Lex looked at Clark, the bodies of all his friends laid around him, and he laughed.
"I'm not even going to bother trying, Kent. I know your secret. They," he gestured to the horrifying scene before him. "They all died protecting you. Except the quarterback, he was just a little bonus fun." And he winked. With that, Lex drew the gun to his temple and squeezed the trigger. Then he screamed, and he was awake.
"So...bloody...." he mumbled softly.
"It's okay now, Clark. It's okay. I'll go get you a glass of water and then how about you try and get some sleep?" Jonathan brushed the damp hair off of Clark's head.
"Okay," Clark said weakly, settling back onto his bed. Jonathan retrieved the blankets he'd tossed off his bed and placed them on Clark once again. He returned quickly with a glass of cold water.
"Thanks," Clark told him, taking a sip and swallowing loudly.
"No problem pal. Now you okay to go to sleep?" Jonathan asked, concerned.
"I'm fine."
"Good. Good night, Clark."
"Good night, Dad......I love you."
"I love you too." Jonathan kissed his forehead softly and left the room.
Clark tried to find a comfortable position in his bed. Finally finding one, he drifted quickly off to a dreamless sleep.
Jonathan headed back downstairs again, running a hand through his hair. He knew for certain that by morning Clark probably wouldn't remember what had happened and would go back to being mad at him. Jonathan sighed. Well, just those few minutes were good enough for him.
He hopped back onto the couch, closing his eyes tight. This time there was no fancy way of falling asleep, he just did.
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Lex slithered up the stairs quickly, all the while watching Jonathan Kent snoring softly on the couch. He had waited a good long time for Jonathan to fall asleep but he had to be cautious. He's waited in the dark closet until Papa Kent's breathing had taken on a rhythm that meant he was either asleep or doing a hell of a good job of faking it.
He came to the hallway quietly dropping rocks in a vase with white tulips in it. Then he came to the inevitable. Clark's room. It was time.
Taking a deep breath, Lex pulled the door open without so much as a creak.
"Dad?" Clark asked, so softly Lex could barely even hear it. "Is that you?"
Lex froze.
TBC
Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Clark or Lex, rather, they owns me. Tee-hee.
Chapter 5
Jonathan sighed and sat up on the couch. He was so tired but he just couldn't fall asleep, no matter how much he tried. He counted sheep, he tried to name all the First Ladies by spelling their names backwards. He tried to recite in his mind the Declaration of Independence in pig Latin. Nothing worked. Not even trying to clear his mind of any thought at all.
With a grunt, he stood up and shuffled over to the kitchen. He swung open the fridge door, squinting at the light, and grabbing a bottle of milk. He chugged it straight out of the bottle, ending with a satisfied smile. He washed the bottle out carefully and placed it under the sink with the other empty bottles.
Jonathan really didn't want to go back to the couch. It would just remind him of why he was there. The clock struck midnight. Jonathan groaned. He was never going to be able to wake up in the morning. That was, if he ever actually fell asleep.
His ears perked up hearing a sound coming from below him. It sounded like quiet footsteps. Holding his breath, Jonathan strained his ears trying to catch any tiny little noise. Something did catch his ears, but not from below him, rather from above him. There was creaking and loud mumbling words.
"Clark," Jonathan muttered to himself. He quickly jogged upstairs headed for his son's room. He couldn't care less if he was the last person Clark ever wanted to see again, he had to take care of him, anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lex held his breath, his ear pressed up against the basement door. He finally heard the footsteps move upstairs. He finally exhaled, relieve. Without making even the slightest sound, he crept through the door and began his task.
Walking around the house slowly and quietly, Lex made sure there were meteorite rocks everywhere. Enough so that he could get the proper results. In every little corner, barely visible by the naked eye he placed them. In every downstairs room until he was satisfied. Almost satisfied. There was still much more work to be done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jonathan swung open the door to find Clark in the middle of what seemed to be, a horrible nightmare. He was rolling all around, yelling sometimes, mumbling others. Jonathan licked his lips. Martha could sleep through anything, he had to do this on his own.
Jonathan sat down on the edge of Clark's bed. Placing a hand on Clark's forehead gently he whispered, "Clark....Clark."
Clark mumbled incoherently and twisted around, throwing his blankets everywhere. "We gotta get outta here!" He yelled loudly.
"Shh, Clark. Clark...Clark..." Jonathan's voice gradually grew louder but nothing seemed to awaken his son. "Clark....son, wake up."
Finally, the boy's eyes snapped open. He looked around the room wildly, his heart racing. There was a loud silence then, "Mom?"
"No, kid, it's me." Jonathan winced, expecting a harsh "go away," or something along those lines, but what he ended up getting was a tight embrace.
He rubbed Clark's back softly. "Hey pal, what's wrong. What did you dream about?"
Clark didn't answer, but continued to hug his father. In his hazy mind, he couldn't even remember being mad at his father or not speaking to him. All he could see was the dream that was so vivid, so clear. He remembered running, like in a maze. And everyone he knew was there and they were running away from something but he didn't know what. Finally they reached the end, where Clark was relieved to find Lex waiting for him. Clark ran to him begging for help. Lex, with an evil smile taking out a gun and shot his parents dead. Then, Chloe, Pete, Lana, Whitney, they were all killed too by Lex's gun. And Clark couldn't move to stop him. He could only watch and plead and scream. Until finally, Lex looked at Clark, the bodies of all his friends laid around him, and he laughed.
"I'm not even going to bother trying, Kent. I know your secret. They," he gestured to the horrifying scene before him. "They all died protecting you. Except the quarterback, he was just a little bonus fun." And he winked. With that, Lex drew the gun to his temple and squeezed the trigger. Then he screamed, and he was awake.
"So...bloody...." he mumbled softly.
"It's okay now, Clark. It's okay. I'll go get you a glass of water and then how about you try and get some sleep?" Jonathan brushed the damp hair off of Clark's head.
"Okay," Clark said weakly, settling back onto his bed. Jonathan retrieved the blankets he'd tossed off his bed and placed them on Clark once again. He returned quickly with a glass of cold water.
"Thanks," Clark told him, taking a sip and swallowing loudly.
"No problem pal. Now you okay to go to sleep?" Jonathan asked, concerned.
"I'm fine."
"Good. Good night, Clark."
"Good night, Dad......I love you."
"I love you too." Jonathan kissed his forehead softly and left the room.
Clark tried to find a comfortable position in his bed. Finally finding one, he drifted quickly off to a dreamless sleep.
Jonathan headed back downstairs again, running a hand through his hair. He knew for certain that by morning Clark probably wouldn't remember what had happened and would go back to being mad at him. Jonathan sighed. Well, just those few minutes were good enough for him.
He hopped back onto the couch, closing his eyes tight. This time there was no fancy way of falling asleep, he just did.
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Lex slithered up the stairs quickly, all the while watching Jonathan Kent snoring softly on the couch. He had waited a good long time for Jonathan to fall asleep but he had to be cautious. He's waited in the dark closet until Papa Kent's breathing had taken on a rhythm that meant he was either asleep or doing a hell of a good job of faking it.
He came to the hallway quietly dropping rocks in a vase with white tulips in it. Then he came to the inevitable. Clark's room. It was time.
Taking a deep breath, Lex pulled the door open without so much as a creak.
"Dad?" Clark asked, so softly Lex could barely even hear it. "Is that you?"
Lex froze.
TBC