Martha looked out a window from the kitchen, at the barn. there wasn't a light glowing from the loft. Even with Jonathan sitting at the table near her, Martha felt more alone than she had in a very long time. Maybe it was just because the power was out, and it was a pitch-black night, but maybe it was completely due to the fact that Clark was missing. Maybe Jonathan had been right... what if in by supporting Clark, she was nudging him closer to danger. Martha looked to the table where Jonathan sat, and placed herself beside him. "Maybe we should go to the cave to find him." suggested Martha.
Jonathan nodded. They had put off doing that, in case Clark tried to phone. And truth be told, Martha and Jonathan didn't want to be apart. Not when Clark didn't show up for school, when he never called, when he hadn't shown up when past midnight. Both Jonathan and Martha jumped however when the lights flooded the room again.
iClick./i
Jonathan and Martha both shot up from their chairs as they heard the door opening. Martha's eyes widened however when she saw Clark's tear-stricken face. "My god... Clark what's wrong?" she asked, running up to her teenage son. She put her arms around him comfortingly, but he didn't recipricate. His eyes didn't look at Martha - or anything - Clark was in some sort of hypnotic trance.
"What's wrong son?" asked Jonathan, taking a step towards Clark. "What happened? Did Alex do this to you? Clark, I warned you about-"
Clark was in a state of shock... everything that was happening around him barely registered. It was all going to quickly. However what Jonathan said stung Clark. Kent now focused his eyes on his father, glaring at him. "She's dead!" Clark screamed.
Jon was at a loss of words... idead?/i "Clark... what? How?"
Clark pushed Martha away gently, gulping. He felt weak, so he supported himself with the banister. His breating however quickened as sorrow gave way to anger. "She killed herself, dad! To protect me, you, mom, everyone... she's gone!" Clark said as more tears streamed down his face.
Jonathan was short of breath. He stared at Clark standing there, a complete wreak. What the hell had happened? "Clark, it's allright..." he said, moving closer. He outstretched his arms, trying to hug Clark.
"No!" yelled Clark, gently shoving Jonathan away. "It's not allright... it's not allright... if you hadn't said those things, maybe she would've told me sooner... maybe I could've saved her..."
"Clark-" started Jonathan.
Clark spun around, forming a fist. His hand crashed through the wall, making a large banging sound.
"Clark!" yelled Martha as she ran to Clark again, holding him.
Clark retracted his hand from the wall. Why had he done that? He didn't know. He felt so much ianger/i. Clark turned back around to Jonathan. Clark felt so much anger...
"Son, calm down." said Jonathan. "Everything is allright. We're here. It's all over now."
Martha studied her son. He looked so tired, and weak. She motioned him up the stairs, followed by Jonathan. Clark was now muttering something indecipherable, all except a few words such as "Alex" and "life". Martha and Jonathan moved the now semi-conscious Clark onto his bed. "You go to bed, Jonathan." said Martha. "I'll be here if Clark needs me. We'll sort out everything in the morning."
Jonathan hesitated while standing in the doorframe. Clark was almost asleep, and Martha looked very much awake. "Allright." said Jonathan. "Call me if you need me." he said, leaving the room.
Martha watched as Clark fell into a complete sleep. She brushed her hand over his forehead, and over his cheek, wiping away what tears she could. She would hate to be Clark right now... Martha did not know how she would react if Jonathan had died. It was a nightmare Martha hoped she would never face.
Martha Kent looked out of Clark's small window, into the black night. This night would be the hardest for Clark, but it wouldn't get very much easier with nights and more nights would come. But the night always gave way to dawn, and with each dawn Clark would better cope with his loss. She prayed that those dawns would come quickly for Clark, she would do anything to spare Clark of the pain he was no doubt experiencing.
Clark was in that sacred place, somewhere between real and dream. There was someone knealing in front of him, whispering things to him... mom. But that soon faded into a complete dreamworld.
Clark stood on the gym floor. "You look fantastic." commented Clark as Alexandra entered the gym, her smile alone lighting up the massive room. Alex walked over to Clark, taking his hands. The two started dancing accross the floor to imaginary music.
"I'm here." whispered Alex in Clark's ear, bringing herself closer. "It's all over now. I love you Clark."
The two glided accross the dancefloor of dream, Clark wrapped up in the love he was feeling from her. He was happy.
Jonathan nodded. They had put off doing that, in case Clark tried to phone. And truth be told, Martha and Jonathan didn't want to be apart. Not when Clark didn't show up for school, when he never called, when he hadn't shown up when past midnight. Both Jonathan and Martha jumped however when the lights flooded the room again.
iClick./i
Jonathan and Martha both shot up from their chairs as they heard the door opening. Martha's eyes widened however when she saw Clark's tear-stricken face. "My god... Clark what's wrong?" she asked, running up to her teenage son. She put her arms around him comfortingly, but he didn't recipricate. His eyes didn't look at Martha - or anything - Clark was in some sort of hypnotic trance.
"What's wrong son?" asked Jonathan, taking a step towards Clark. "What happened? Did Alex do this to you? Clark, I warned you about-"
Clark was in a state of shock... everything that was happening around him barely registered. It was all going to quickly. However what Jonathan said stung Clark. Kent now focused his eyes on his father, glaring at him. "She's dead!" Clark screamed.
Jon was at a loss of words... idead?/i "Clark... what? How?"
Clark pushed Martha away gently, gulping. He felt weak, so he supported himself with the banister. His breating however quickened as sorrow gave way to anger. "She killed herself, dad! To protect me, you, mom, everyone... she's gone!" Clark said as more tears streamed down his face.
Jonathan was short of breath. He stared at Clark standing there, a complete wreak. What the hell had happened? "Clark, it's allright..." he said, moving closer. He outstretched his arms, trying to hug Clark.
"No!" yelled Clark, gently shoving Jonathan away. "It's not allright... it's not allright... if you hadn't said those things, maybe she would've told me sooner... maybe I could've saved her..."
"Clark-" started Jonathan.
Clark spun around, forming a fist. His hand crashed through the wall, making a large banging sound.
"Clark!" yelled Martha as she ran to Clark again, holding him.
Clark retracted his hand from the wall. Why had he done that? He didn't know. He felt so much ianger/i. Clark turned back around to Jonathan. Clark felt so much anger...
"Son, calm down." said Jonathan. "Everything is allright. We're here. It's all over now."
Martha studied her son. He looked so tired, and weak. She motioned him up the stairs, followed by Jonathan. Clark was now muttering something indecipherable, all except a few words such as "Alex" and "life". Martha and Jonathan moved the now semi-conscious Clark onto his bed. "You go to bed, Jonathan." said Martha. "I'll be here if Clark needs me. We'll sort out everything in the morning."
Jonathan hesitated while standing in the doorframe. Clark was almost asleep, and Martha looked very much awake. "Allright." said Jonathan. "Call me if you need me." he said, leaving the room.
Martha watched as Clark fell into a complete sleep. She brushed her hand over his forehead, and over his cheek, wiping away what tears she could. She would hate to be Clark right now... Martha did not know how she would react if Jonathan had died. It was a nightmare Martha hoped she would never face.
Martha Kent looked out of Clark's small window, into the black night. This night would be the hardest for Clark, but it wouldn't get very much easier with nights and more nights would come. But the night always gave way to dawn, and with each dawn Clark would better cope with his loss. She prayed that those dawns would come quickly for Clark, she would do anything to spare Clark of the pain he was no doubt experiencing.
Clark was in that sacred place, somewhere between real and dream. There was someone knealing in front of him, whispering things to him... mom. But that soon faded into a complete dreamworld.
Clark stood on the gym floor. "You look fantastic." commented Clark as Alexandra entered the gym, her smile alone lighting up the massive room. Alex walked over to Clark, taking his hands. The two started dancing accross the floor to imaginary music.
"I'm here." whispered Alex in Clark's ear, bringing herself closer. "It's all over now. I love you Clark."
The two glided accross the dancefloor of dream, Clark wrapped up in the love he was feeling from her. He was happy.