Drip, the tear gets wider...thump, the heart flutters...clink, a small metallic sound echoes...swish, a breeze sweeps past...
Can you hear him?
Does he cry?
CAN YOU HEAR HIM?
Is he in pain? Is he dying? Oh, god why does he cry? Why is he so afraid? Drip, the tear gets wider...thump, the heart flutters...clink, a small metallic sound echoes...swish, a breeze sweeps past...
Please, please not my baby. Please leave him alone; don't hurt him!
Your baby? He is not your baby though, is he?
Please stop this; he hasn't done anything to you.
Poor, poor Jonathan. It is too late to cry now; it was always too late. You do not understand the boy's destiny, and without understanding, there can never be acceptance. You of all people should know this.
I do. I do understand, I have always understood.
But it didn't stop you from shouting at him, did it? It didn't stop you to feel hatred and becomeaggressive, like you do to people who threaten your family.
No, no I don't hate him, I could never hate him-
But he destroyed his own brother didn't he? And he almost killed your wife; his mother.
Drip, the tear gets wider...thump, the heart flutters...splash, his tears are stained with black... swish, his breath shudders... Then dies.
NO! No! You leave him alone! You leave my baby alone!
Relax, Jonathan. You have a wife to take care of now. And the debts; and you have to deal with the fact that it was in fact you who drove Clark away from Smallville, you and your hatred and his self- loathing. His friends Pete and Chloe will desert him. The girl of his dreams refused to run away with him. He caused his unborn brother's miscarriage, and will shortly lose himself a certain newly wed groom. And of course, he has already lost himself.
No, he's still there. He's my son, and he's strong.
Can you hear him?
No.
CAN YOU HEAR HIM?
No. God why is he so quiet? Why does he not breathe?
Poor, poor Jonathan.
Puny human; that's all you all are. And yet they have maintained my boy alive for the past fifteen years or so. For that I am grateful to you, but no more. It is time, Kal-el. Will you come to me? Will you obey your father and fulfil your destiny? There, there. It's okay, daddy's here. Daddy's got you now. My son. My Kal-el.
Jonathan woke up in a panic, a startled gasp leaving his mouth like a homing bird. He looked at Martha, lying in the hospital bed, sleeping so peacefully, looking like his usual angel. Hospital bed? What was going on?
He went into the toilet next to the bed and splashed some cold water on his face. Looking up into the small mirror and saw himself, red weary eyes, a grim mouth and a small vein could be seen standing out at his temple. He went back to his chair next to the bed, leaned back, and closing his eyes, sighed. He spent a few seconds like that, his mind way too occupied to do anything else, then he opened his eyes and sat forward. Jonathan picked up his wife's hand, and after a few seconds, he spoke to her, softly and reassuringly, "Don't worry Martha, everything is going to be all right. It will all sort itself out, you'll see." He smiled, tears running down his face and he didn't even know their cause.
With a rough sweep of his callused hands, Jonathan wiped away the tears from his face, then went out into the lobby to get himself some coffee. He stood there, next to the machine, the cup of warm brown liquid fusing some of its heat into his hands, and sipping quietly, he looked towards the doors of the hospitals' entrance. If only he could figure out why his heart didn't feel whole anymore. If only he could figure out why it hadn't made a noise when it first cracked.
AN:/ First of all, the sentences in blah blah blah are Clark's supposed real father's words, to Jonathan Kent. This fiction opens up after the scene where Clark runs away from Smallville on a black motorbike, after the events succeeding the ship's destroyed, and Jonathan cannot fathom that his family has broken up and I tried to portray his state of mind as confused and lost. Please r&r.
Lady Zee.