Later that night, Martha had locked herself again in her room, and would
not speak. Jonathan had returned after Martha and didn't know she had gone
to the Beanery. He sat against the door in the hall. Martha too sat against
the door. He talked to her, telling her what Lionel had admitted; that he
had employed Chloe to research Clark. Then, he told her little random
things, stories of growing up in Smallville. Then they sat in silence, each
thinking the same thoughts. Jonathan got up to get a drink. Martha heard
him leave. She unlocked the door, got into bed and went to sleep.
Jonathan walked upstairs, and opened his door, happy that it was unlocked. He watched Martha sleep in silence. Jonathan sighed and went into their adjoining bathroom. He stared at himself wearily in the mirror, grasping the table. It was all his fault. If he hadn't yelled at Clark, Clark would still be here, and would have been able to calm Chloe, and be a comfort to his mother. But then again, he thought, if Jonathan had not lost control of the truck, Martha wouldn't need to be comforted, and their lives would be normal. It was his fault. Jonathan glanced out the open door to Martha. It wouldn't be long until she realized his guilt, he thought; it wouldn't be long until he lost her too. Jonathan stared at his changed face in the mirror. He could not stand it. He threw his head into the glass, shattering it and cutting him. This woke Martha up. She saw Jonathan's weak body on the floor and cried and screamed. She ran over to him and tried to get him up.
"Jonathan! Jonathan! Wake up baby, wake up! Please, don't do this. I love you, I'm sorry. I am horrible, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh god its all my fault!" her frantic cries ripped through the silence. Jonathan stirred slowly. Martha continued to hug him and cry.
Lex was exhausted. He could not move anymore. He had crawled with his arms across the sand from dawn until dusk. He lay defeated on the sand, falling in and out of consciousness. He felt something approaching him. Thinking it was an animal coming to finish him off, he was completely silent. But, he could see a pair of human feet. He raised his head to see a boy. Once realizing that he was alive, the boy ran off calling in his language. A minute later, men came, picked Lex up and carried him to safety. Lex wanted to say thanks, but couldn't speak at all. He fainted.
Clark looked at the bike and sighed. It was completely out of gas and he was not far on his way to Smallville. However, he was almost in Metropolis. He shrugged; he would spend some days in the city, call his parents and look for Chloe, he thought she had an internship at the planet again. He needed sometime to recuperate, and he wanted to re-approach his parents at a distance, not just drop in at the house again. He left the bike and began to run toward the city.
Martha had woken Jonathan, bandaged his head, and got him too bed. They both fell asleep quickly. But when Martha woke up the next morning, she was surprised to see how late it was and that Jonathan was not there. She got out of bed and heard Jonathan talking to someone downstairs.
"Thank you, Mr. Clark, for coming." he said. But Martha could not believe her ears. Jonathan and her father hated each other, why would Jonathan have invited him here. She rushed down the stairs, looking for answers. And there they were, at the kitchen table.
"Dad?" she asked. Her father looked up.
"Martha!" he rose and bounded toward her. "I miss very much my dear!" he said, giving her a warm hug.
"I'm so happy to see you too Dad! But, what are you doing here?" Martha asked. Instantly, as her father paused and looked at Jonathan, she knew something was wrong.
"What's going on? Dad, Jonathan? What aren't you telling me?' she looked to each of them in turn. Jonathan looked ashamed and depressed. Her father just looked sad.
"Martha, Jonathan called me very early in the morning. He told me what had happened last night. He asked me to come here." Mr. Clark began, but Martha cut him off.
"Jonathan, it was sweet of you to call my father, and dad it was nice of you to come out here, but it really isn't necessary. We have it under control. She strode over to the table and grasped Jonathan's arm. But he would not look her in the eye. Mr. Clark glanced at Jonathan, sighed and continued.
"Martha, he asked me to come here and take you with me, to Metropolis. He is worried that something like last night will happen again, and you will not be able to help him. He wants you to go to Metropolis with me, for at least a little while, until we can figure this all out. Please, don't be upset."
"Jonathan?" she asked, looking at him, "why do you want this?"
"I don't want you to get hurt Martha!" He said fiercely. He was crying though, and Martha noticed.
After much arguing, Mr. Clark finally convinced Martha to come to Metropolis with him. They packed her a small bag (Martha claimed it was all she would need since she was not staying long; her father said they could buy her things there) and left the house. Jonathan ran out after them and kissed Martha warmly on the lips goodbye. Mr. Clark tried to retain his annoyance. They walked down the driveway, and Martha looked at her father.
"Where is the car?"
"I thought, to cheer you up, we could bring company to Metropolis with you. You would be bored and complain otherwise."
"Dad, you are not buying me a dog to make me happy. I am not 10 years old anymore." She said crossly. She was going to inform him of other things that had changed since that time, but her voice was drowned out by intense noise. Martha recognized it as the sound of a helicopter, but the only person who had a chopper in Smallville was Lionel Luthor.
The helicopter landed, and Lionel Luthor walked out in all his glory.
"Hello Martha, Mr. Clark." He greeted them. "My dear, your father talked to me and told me you would be taking a trip to Metropolis, and was wondering if anything would make you more willing to go. I happen to have to go to the city for business. I will give you a chopper ride, and we will spend time in the city together, if you wish and your father permits." Martha looked at him inquisitively. He bent down and whispered in her ear.
"I got an SOS from your husband at 5 am this morning begging me to go with you, thinking that you would try to run back here unless you were properly entertained. I owe you all so many favors, I could not refuse." He smiled at her, hoping and praying that she would smile back. Lionel's pilot helped Mr. Clark into the plane, and Lionel gestured toward the it. "After you." He said graciously. Martha smiled back as she ascended the stairs into the plane.
Jonathan walked upstairs, and opened his door, happy that it was unlocked. He watched Martha sleep in silence. Jonathan sighed and went into their adjoining bathroom. He stared at himself wearily in the mirror, grasping the table. It was all his fault. If he hadn't yelled at Clark, Clark would still be here, and would have been able to calm Chloe, and be a comfort to his mother. But then again, he thought, if Jonathan had not lost control of the truck, Martha wouldn't need to be comforted, and their lives would be normal. It was his fault. Jonathan glanced out the open door to Martha. It wouldn't be long until she realized his guilt, he thought; it wouldn't be long until he lost her too. Jonathan stared at his changed face in the mirror. He could not stand it. He threw his head into the glass, shattering it and cutting him. This woke Martha up. She saw Jonathan's weak body on the floor and cried and screamed. She ran over to him and tried to get him up.
"Jonathan! Jonathan! Wake up baby, wake up! Please, don't do this. I love you, I'm sorry. I am horrible, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh god its all my fault!" her frantic cries ripped through the silence. Jonathan stirred slowly. Martha continued to hug him and cry.
Lex was exhausted. He could not move anymore. He had crawled with his arms across the sand from dawn until dusk. He lay defeated on the sand, falling in and out of consciousness. He felt something approaching him. Thinking it was an animal coming to finish him off, he was completely silent. But, he could see a pair of human feet. He raised his head to see a boy. Once realizing that he was alive, the boy ran off calling in his language. A minute later, men came, picked Lex up and carried him to safety. Lex wanted to say thanks, but couldn't speak at all. He fainted.
Clark looked at the bike and sighed. It was completely out of gas and he was not far on his way to Smallville. However, he was almost in Metropolis. He shrugged; he would spend some days in the city, call his parents and look for Chloe, he thought she had an internship at the planet again. He needed sometime to recuperate, and he wanted to re-approach his parents at a distance, not just drop in at the house again. He left the bike and began to run toward the city.
Martha had woken Jonathan, bandaged his head, and got him too bed. They both fell asleep quickly. But when Martha woke up the next morning, she was surprised to see how late it was and that Jonathan was not there. She got out of bed and heard Jonathan talking to someone downstairs.
"Thank you, Mr. Clark, for coming." he said. But Martha could not believe her ears. Jonathan and her father hated each other, why would Jonathan have invited him here. She rushed down the stairs, looking for answers. And there they were, at the kitchen table.
"Dad?" she asked. Her father looked up.
"Martha!" he rose and bounded toward her. "I miss very much my dear!" he said, giving her a warm hug.
"I'm so happy to see you too Dad! But, what are you doing here?" Martha asked. Instantly, as her father paused and looked at Jonathan, she knew something was wrong.
"What's going on? Dad, Jonathan? What aren't you telling me?' she looked to each of them in turn. Jonathan looked ashamed and depressed. Her father just looked sad.
"Martha, Jonathan called me very early in the morning. He told me what had happened last night. He asked me to come here." Mr. Clark began, but Martha cut him off.
"Jonathan, it was sweet of you to call my father, and dad it was nice of you to come out here, but it really isn't necessary. We have it under control. She strode over to the table and grasped Jonathan's arm. But he would not look her in the eye. Mr. Clark glanced at Jonathan, sighed and continued.
"Martha, he asked me to come here and take you with me, to Metropolis. He is worried that something like last night will happen again, and you will not be able to help him. He wants you to go to Metropolis with me, for at least a little while, until we can figure this all out. Please, don't be upset."
"Jonathan?" she asked, looking at him, "why do you want this?"
"I don't want you to get hurt Martha!" He said fiercely. He was crying though, and Martha noticed.
After much arguing, Mr. Clark finally convinced Martha to come to Metropolis with him. They packed her a small bag (Martha claimed it was all she would need since she was not staying long; her father said they could buy her things there) and left the house. Jonathan ran out after them and kissed Martha warmly on the lips goodbye. Mr. Clark tried to retain his annoyance. They walked down the driveway, and Martha looked at her father.
"Where is the car?"
"I thought, to cheer you up, we could bring company to Metropolis with you. You would be bored and complain otherwise."
"Dad, you are not buying me a dog to make me happy. I am not 10 years old anymore." She said crossly. She was going to inform him of other things that had changed since that time, but her voice was drowned out by intense noise. Martha recognized it as the sound of a helicopter, but the only person who had a chopper in Smallville was Lionel Luthor.
The helicopter landed, and Lionel Luthor walked out in all his glory.
"Hello Martha, Mr. Clark." He greeted them. "My dear, your father talked to me and told me you would be taking a trip to Metropolis, and was wondering if anything would make you more willing to go. I happen to have to go to the city for business. I will give you a chopper ride, and we will spend time in the city together, if you wish and your father permits." Martha looked at him inquisitively. He bent down and whispered in her ear.
"I got an SOS from your husband at 5 am this morning begging me to go with you, thinking that you would try to run back here unless you were properly entertained. I owe you all so many favors, I could not refuse." He smiled at her, hoping and praying that she would smile back. Lionel's pilot helped Mr. Clark into the plane, and Lionel gestured toward the it. "After you." He said graciously. Martha smiled back as she ascended the stairs into the plane.