Chapter Two
Martha and Jonathan Kent were waiting. They were doing this a lot these days. Especially now that Clark knew, what he was capable of and felt responsible for everyone's wellbeing.
Someone knocked at the front door. Jonathan got up from the table, where he and his wife had been sitting over a hot chocolate milk. It was late already. Too late for visitors. No one came out to the Kent Farm without a good reason.
Jonathan smiled as he opened the door. Nobody but Chloe Sullivan. And this time, she hadn't come alone. Lana Lang was with her. Jonathan inwardly shook his head. Clark would be very disappointed that he had missed the pretty dark haired girl.
"Chloe, nice to see you. Isn't it a bit late for a visit?" He asked the blond haired teenager, who as always carried her camera with her. Chloe smiled sheepishly.
"I know Mr. Kent. It's just, that we had an appointment with Clark at the Talon, for one of those papers, and he didn't show up, you know?" She shrugged, as if this would explain it all.
"Now, we just thought, he might have forgotten it." Lana said, her smile genuine. Jonathan nodded.
"I guess you're right. He was planning on looking for Pete when we last saw him. They probably forgot time. You know, they had kind of a dispute."
Chloe nodded understanding. Lana sighed.
"It is really hard for Clark to fight with Pete. Do you know, why they argued?" Jonathan read genuine concern in Lanas face. Sadly he shook his head, lying to the girls.
"I'm sorry. Clark didn't want to talk about it. He said it was a thing between men."
As Chloe nodded approvingly, Jonathan guessed, that Clark had said something similar to his curious friend. He suppressed a sigh, since he knew how much Clark hated lying.
"Mr. Kent?"
A voice from down the driveway caught his attention. He knew the voice but couldn't put a face with it. Chloe and Lana spun around, trying to find out, who was there. Jonathan saw the figure first.
A person was lying on the ground, at approximately fifty feet distance. He stormed down the porch and within seconds kneeled next to an exhausted Pete.
"Jesus, Pete, what happened? Clark's been looking for you the whole evening?"
Jonathan checked Petes pulse and sighed, when it was relatively strong and steady.
"Clark needs help. I had to leave him behind.."
As soft as Petes voice was, Jonathan felt like he had screamed.
"What do you mean, Pete? Where is Clark?"
Pete tried to sit up, but failed.
"Hamiltons barn. The Spaceship. Meteor rocks.gun"
Petes breath was short so he reduced the information to the minimum. Jonathan felt the warm liquid that clung on the boys clothes.
"You're injured. Let us get you to the hospital."
Jonathan got to his feet, turning and realising, that Chloe and Lana had overheard their conversation. Both stared at him, shocked.
He had to digest at least Chloe, the wannabe reporter, from the means of the Spaceship.
"Chloe, you got your car?" She nodded hesitatingly.
"Good. Get him into town. He needs medical treatment. I'll go looking for Clark."
Jonathan headed for the truck, followed closely by Lana.
"Lana, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked, when Lana climbed onto the passenger seat. She smiled.
"I'm coming with you. You might need a hand, sir."
Jonathan knew, he mustn't take her with him, too dangerous for both the girl and Clarks secret. Anyway, Lana didn't seem to be willing to leave the car again. Jonathan started the engine and sped away.
End of Chapter Two
Martha and Jonathan Kent were waiting. They were doing this a lot these days. Especially now that Clark knew, what he was capable of and felt responsible for everyone's wellbeing.
Someone knocked at the front door. Jonathan got up from the table, where he and his wife had been sitting over a hot chocolate milk. It was late already. Too late for visitors. No one came out to the Kent Farm without a good reason.
Jonathan smiled as he opened the door. Nobody but Chloe Sullivan. And this time, she hadn't come alone. Lana Lang was with her. Jonathan inwardly shook his head. Clark would be very disappointed that he had missed the pretty dark haired girl.
"Chloe, nice to see you. Isn't it a bit late for a visit?" He asked the blond haired teenager, who as always carried her camera with her. Chloe smiled sheepishly.
"I know Mr. Kent. It's just, that we had an appointment with Clark at the Talon, for one of those papers, and he didn't show up, you know?" She shrugged, as if this would explain it all.
"Now, we just thought, he might have forgotten it." Lana said, her smile genuine. Jonathan nodded.
"I guess you're right. He was planning on looking for Pete when we last saw him. They probably forgot time. You know, they had kind of a dispute."
Chloe nodded understanding. Lana sighed.
"It is really hard for Clark to fight with Pete. Do you know, why they argued?" Jonathan read genuine concern in Lanas face. Sadly he shook his head, lying to the girls.
"I'm sorry. Clark didn't want to talk about it. He said it was a thing between men."
As Chloe nodded approvingly, Jonathan guessed, that Clark had said something similar to his curious friend. He suppressed a sigh, since he knew how much Clark hated lying.
"Mr. Kent?"
A voice from down the driveway caught his attention. He knew the voice but couldn't put a face with it. Chloe and Lana spun around, trying to find out, who was there. Jonathan saw the figure first.
A person was lying on the ground, at approximately fifty feet distance. He stormed down the porch and within seconds kneeled next to an exhausted Pete.
"Jesus, Pete, what happened? Clark's been looking for you the whole evening?"
Jonathan checked Petes pulse and sighed, when it was relatively strong and steady.
"Clark needs help. I had to leave him behind.."
As soft as Petes voice was, Jonathan felt like he had screamed.
"What do you mean, Pete? Where is Clark?"
Pete tried to sit up, but failed.
"Hamiltons barn. The Spaceship. Meteor rocks.gun"
Petes breath was short so he reduced the information to the minimum. Jonathan felt the warm liquid that clung on the boys clothes.
"You're injured. Let us get you to the hospital."
Jonathan got to his feet, turning and realising, that Chloe and Lana had overheard their conversation. Both stared at him, shocked.
He had to digest at least Chloe, the wannabe reporter, from the means of the Spaceship.
"Chloe, you got your car?" She nodded hesitatingly.
"Good. Get him into town. He needs medical treatment. I'll go looking for Clark."
Jonathan headed for the truck, followed closely by Lana.
"Lana, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked, when Lana climbed onto the passenger seat. She smiled.
"I'm coming with you. You might need a hand, sir."
Jonathan knew, he mustn't take her with him, too dangerous for both the girl and Clarks secret. Anyway, Lana didn't seem to be willing to leave the car again. Jonathan started the engine and sped away.
End of Chapter Two