In heaven, the 7 watched the events of Smallville and their loved ones with
great anxiousness. The parents of Jonathan could hardly see horizon where
this all took place in the sky. Neither could Lewis. Lewis could not see
after Lana found out that he wasn't her father. Lana still loved him, but
he had lost that place in her heart, therefore losing his sight of her.
Jonathan's parents could see events with Jonathan, and Martha, and
sometimes Clark, but never meeting him hindered the vision. They loved him,
as Lewis did Lana, but they could not see him because he never knew them.
Martha's mother could see her daughter clearly, and the people and places
around her. The bond between them was strong, so strong that she could
sometimes even feel Martha's emotions and thoughts. Ryan could see
everyone, especially the Kents and Lex. Lillian, being the sort of person
who has people's respect and love, along with her love and intelligence,
could see the most clearly out of them all. Her one limitation was that she
could only see people who were connected to Lionel or Lex.
The residents of that heaven often didn't watch the living. They did nonstop after they arrived, but soon grew bored of the activity and drifted away. They would view sometimes, when they could feel that something was going to happen, but besides that, the dead did not watch the living. However, after Martha's visit to the Field, to heaven, there was an exception to that common practice. The 7 watched, and waited, and pestered each other to no end about what they thought could happen, what had happened in the past, and what their loved ones were going to do about it. Most of all, they questioned Lillian, and Martha's mother, the 2 who could see their visitor most clearly. They watched, and learned of Martha's near- death, Jonathan's worry and anguish, and her homecoming. Laura quickly and excitedly told Lewis everything Lana was doing, and Lillian felt Lionel's pain. They saw Lionel and Martha talk, and Lillian felt Lionel's guilt. They watched Lionel's sudden realization of the murderer.
Lucas Lillian sighed and sat down. How were they doing to solve that crisis? Then from behind her, deeper into another part of heaven, she saw a person approaching.
"Lillian! Lillian Luthor!" The person called. Lillian ran off to meet them. When she came back to the serene group, she had a stony, determined look upon her face.
"Lex is coming. But we cannot let him enter. He is not going to die. I forbid it. I must not be seen, or he will cross. Try to scare him away. Keep him away from the river and the bridge. Do not let him cross the river like you did Martha. Keep him away!" she called as she ran back into the fields, so that Lex could not see her, but she could see him. She watched, painfully, as her son limped up to the field, and begged the dead for a drink from their river; which they had to refuse him. But she could hear him cry out to them.
"Please! I have wandered very far. My brother, half-brother, tried to kill me. My father, he doesn't care. No one cares. The only person who ever did was my mother, and she is dead. Please, just let me lie here for a while and drink, or come across. The grass one your side is so much softer. Please, please!" But, as they promised to her, refused her son all of his requests and sent him away, back in the direction he came from. Lillian tried very hard not to cry, but she could not stop it. Once Lex was gone, she re-entered the field that the 7 resided in. They watched her with great interest, and Ryan walked up to her. Lillian sat down, and the 6 others congregated around her. Then, she told them her story. Lillian had never been a very open person, and her 6 companions in heaven had never learned why she was there. They knew her name and who she was, about her sons and all, but the Luthor name bore no influence on them, Lionel's takeover of Smallville was after their time, and they hardly ever watched the living to see what was going on. When Ryan arrived, it was different. He knew the Luthor family, and their intertwinements with the Kents, whom he treasured. Lillian learned from him, and once he came, began to watch the living more often. But she sat there, sobbing, and with the help of Ryan began to tell her story; her love for Lionel, Lex and Julian, her illness, Lionel's betrayal, and lastly, her death. By the end off the tale, all in the field had tears in their eyes, and shared in Lillian's pain. She looked at the horizon and the living bleakly. Lionel was in his study, pacing. He stopped at a photo of Lillian and himself, on a cruise ship, smiling and having the time of their lives. Lillian recognized the photo from the celebration trip they took when she told him she was pregnant with Lex. Lionel stared emptily at the photo, turned away and cried. Lillian's heart ached for him. Lillian saw Martha rise from her bed where Jonathan was sleeping, and cast a sad glance at him. She walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. She saw the quilt she had gotten out of the attic for the baby, and held it close to her. Soon, she began to sob, and dropped the glass. It shattered. She knelt down, and leaned against the kitchen cabinet, her head in her hands. Lillian was truly saddened by the image. She heard a soft cry from the background, and knew that it was Martha's mother, crying also. How hard it must be for her to see her daughter suffer, and have no way to help her. Laura and Lewis were off to the side, also watching the sky. Laura saw her daughter lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, tears falling down her face. She told this all to Lewis, who was holding Lawrence. Lewis tried to hold back his emotions. How he wanted to see his daughter, even though she was not his daughter anymore. How very much he wanted to go to her, and help her through this time, and pick up the pieces of the shattered perfect image of the parents she never knew. He wanted to repair her perfect memory, and explain, explain it all to his little girl. But that could never be. He didn't mind being found out. He didn't mind her getting to know Henry Small. What he minded, what broke his heart and made him want to scream was how Henry had left her, his daughter, for the acceptance of a wife who obviously did not love him. He was proud of Lana for letting Henry go, but his heart ached for her, another parent lost. Ryan watched them all, and everything of the living. Poor Ryan, unable to help those who had helped him so much.
"How can we fix it? How can we fix these people, our loved ones?" he asked anxiously. But there was no immediate reply.
"We can't honey." Lillian answered through a tearstained face, having just watched her son wake up and crawl through burning hot sand, his legs still broken, to try to find help. "We can't help them. We can only watch and pray." Ryan looked around avidly.
"But Clark can!" he said.
The residents of that heaven often didn't watch the living. They did nonstop after they arrived, but soon grew bored of the activity and drifted away. They would view sometimes, when they could feel that something was going to happen, but besides that, the dead did not watch the living. However, after Martha's visit to the Field, to heaven, there was an exception to that common practice. The 7 watched, and waited, and pestered each other to no end about what they thought could happen, what had happened in the past, and what their loved ones were going to do about it. Most of all, they questioned Lillian, and Martha's mother, the 2 who could see their visitor most clearly. They watched, and learned of Martha's near- death, Jonathan's worry and anguish, and her homecoming. Laura quickly and excitedly told Lewis everything Lana was doing, and Lillian felt Lionel's pain. They saw Lionel and Martha talk, and Lillian felt Lionel's guilt. They watched Lionel's sudden realization of the murderer.
Lucas Lillian sighed and sat down. How were they doing to solve that crisis? Then from behind her, deeper into another part of heaven, she saw a person approaching.
"Lillian! Lillian Luthor!" The person called. Lillian ran off to meet them. When she came back to the serene group, she had a stony, determined look upon her face.
"Lex is coming. But we cannot let him enter. He is not going to die. I forbid it. I must not be seen, or he will cross. Try to scare him away. Keep him away from the river and the bridge. Do not let him cross the river like you did Martha. Keep him away!" she called as she ran back into the fields, so that Lex could not see her, but she could see him. She watched, painfully, as her son limped up to the field, and begged the dead for a drink from their river; which they had to refuse him. But she could hear him cry out to them.
"Please! I have wandered very far. My brother, half-brother, tried to kill me. My father, he doesn't care. No one cares. The only person who ever did was my mother, and she is dead. Please, just let me lie here for a while and drink, or come across. The grass one your side is so much softer. Please, please!" But, as they promised to her, refused her son all of his requests and sent him away, back in the direction he came from. Lillian tried very hard not to cry, but she could not stop it. Once Lex was gone, she re-entered the field that the 7 resided in. They watched her with great interest, and Ryan walked up to her. Lillian sat down, and the 6 others congregated around her. Then, she told them her story. Lillian had never been a very open person, and her 6 companions in heaven had never learned why she was there. They knew her name and who she was, about her sons and all, but the Luthor name bore no influence on them, Lionel's takeover of Smallville was after their time, and they hardly ever watched the living to see what was going on. When Ryan arrived, it was different. He knew the Luthor family, and their intertwinements with the Kents, whom he treasured. Lillian learned from him, and once he came, began to watch the living more often. But she sat there, sobbing, and with the help of Ryan began to tell her story; her love for Lionel, Lex and Julian, her illness, Lionel's betrayal, and lastly, her death. By the end off the tale, all in the field had tears in their eyes, and shared in Lillian's pain. She looked at the horizon and the living bleakly. Lionel was in his study, pacing. He stopped at a photo of Lillian and himself, on a cruise ship, smiling and having the time of their lives. Lillian recognized the photo from the celebration trip they took when she told him she was pregnant with Lex. Lionel stared emptily at the photo, turned away and cried. Lillian's heart ached for him. Lillian saw Martha rise from her bed where Jonathan was sleeping, and cast a sad glance at him. She walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. She saw the quilt she had gotten out of the attic for the baby, and held it close to her. Soon, she began to sob, and dropped the glass. It shattered. She knelt down, and leaned against the kitchen cabinet, her head in her hands. Lillian was truly saddened by the image. She heard a soft cry from the background, and knew that it was Martha's mother, crying also. How hard it must be for her to see her daughter suffer, and have no way to help her. Laura and Lewis were off to the side, also watching the sky. Laura saw her daughter lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, tears falling down her face. She told this all to Lewis, who was holding Lawrence. Lewis tried to hold back his emotions. How he wanted to see his daughter, even though she was not his daughter anymore. How very much he wanted to go to her, and help her through this time, and pick up the pieces of the shattered perfect image of the parents she never knew. He wanted to repair her perfect memory, and explain, explain it all to his little girl. But that could never be. He didn't mind being found out. He didn't mind her getting to know Henry Small. What he minded, what broke his heart and made him want to scream was how Henry had left her, his daughter, for the acceptance of a wife who obviously did not love him. He was proud of Lana for letting Henry go, but his heart ached for her, another parent lost. Ryan watched them all, and everything of the living. Poor Ryan, unable to help those who had helped him so much.
"How can we fix it? How can we fix these people, our loved ones?" he asked anxiously. But there was no immediate reply.
"We can't honey." Lillian answered through a tearstained face, having just watched her son wake up and crawl through burning hot sand, his legs still broken, to try to find help. "We can't help them. We can only watch and pray." Ryan looked around avidly.
"But Clark can!" he said.