Daybreak
The sun shone early that morning through the drapes in the master bedroom. Jonathan was feeling a little warm and he had woken up noticing that he had almost fallen off the bed. He didn't know why he was so close to falling off when he rolled over a bit and noticed that their son had taken up a far amount of the space.
Martha noticed that Jonathan rolled over and she smiled up at him.
"Good Morning, Papa Kent." Martha said with a giggle. "Do you remember when Clark was little he used to climb into bed with us and in the morning we found that he took up most of the bed."
"Yes I remember several of those occasions because 99% of the time I was on the floor before the night was over." Jonathan said. "I thought he would have grown out of sleeping with us Martha?"
"Well, he's been through a lot. Who knows how tired he really is." Martha said.
"Jor-El could have done anything to him." Jonathan said.
"Let's get the chores done and then come back and check on him. He seems to be sleeping heavily." Martha said.
"Seems like a good enough idea to me." Jonathan said.
Jonathan slowly got out of bed and put a t-shirt on and jeans. Martha did the same and as she climbed out she had to move Clark's arm from around her. She then covered Clark up with the comforter and put on her sweater and jeans and headed downstairs with Jonathan and started on breakfast.
Lana awoke to hear tinkering of breakfast being made so she got up and put on her t-shirt and jeans and headed downstairs to help Mrs. Kent with the preparations. Lana went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After cleaning up she looked in on Clark who was sleeping soundly in his parents' bed. She noticed his hair was ruffled and Lana smiled knowing that one of her closest friends was safe.
Lana then headed downstairs to find Martha talking on the phone. She didn't know who she was talking to but it sounded like Martha was telling whoever it was that Clark was safe.
"I've got to go. I've got Lana here and we'll stop by later today and cheer you up." Martha said. "Ok Lex, I'll be happy to let Clark know that you said hi."
Martha hung up the phone and passed Lana a plate of chocolate chip waffles and orange juice. Then she sat down across from Lana and started eating.
"Is Clark going to be ok?" Lana asked.
"I hope so. I'm just glad he's home. We were so worried when we couldn't find him the first week or so we didn't know what had happened to him." Martha said.
Just then a scream was heard from upstairs. Both Martha and Lana knew it was Clark.
"Lana, go outside and get Jonathan." Martha said.
Martha then ran up the stairs and into their bedroom to find Clark writhing in pain on their bed.
"LARA! LARA! NO! NO! LARA!" Clark screamed.
"Clark, it's your mother, everything will be ok." Martha tried to reassure Clark.
"NO, NO, DON'T LEAVE ME!" Clark yelled.
Clark's fists were clenched and his teeth were clamped shut as Clark began to calm down. His body had gone frigid as if he was fighting against the world. Then as sudden as it began Clark's body relaxed.
Clark opened his eyes and looked over at his mother.
"Mom, what just happened?" Clark asked. "I have no idea Clark." Martha replied.
Just after Martha responded Jonathan and Lana entered the bedroom.
"Martha what happened?" Jonathan asked.
"I have no idea. I came up here and saw Clark almost like he was having a seizure." Martha said.
Jonathan went and sat on the other side of the bed. Martha asked Lana to get Clark a cool washcloth because his forehead was warm.
Jonathan and Martha then began to look more concerned than ever.
"Mom, Dad, Seriously I feel ok." Clark said.
"We think you should still rest, son, you've been through a lot we're sure of it." Jonathan replied.
Clark rolled his eyes and decided not to argue with his parents. He sat up on the bed and moved his feet onto the floor he then got up and headed back to his bedroom.
Lana was standing in the hallway as she watched Clark go back to his bedroom. Lana followed behind him with a glass of water and a cold wet washcloth.
"Thanks Lana." Clark said as he sat back on his bed.
"Well, I guess I should help your mom downstairs clean up." Lana said as she turned around to leave.
Clark grabbed her wrist softly and pulled her over to sit on the bed next to him.
"You can sit here and watch me rest for awhile if you want." Clark said as he pointed towards the chair on the other side of the bed.
"Sure, I can do that. Just let me ask your mom if she needs any help and I'll be right back." Lana said.
Clark laid back and smiled. He then rolled over to his side and fell asleep. Lana then headed downstairs to where Martha and Jonathan were working in the kitchen.
"Clark fell back to sleep just now. Do you need any help at all? Clark asked me if I wanted to go up there and sit while he slept." Lana asked.
Martha and Jonathan both glanced at each other for a moment and then Jonathan said, "Sure, Lana, just let us know if anything happens."
The sun shone early that morning through the drapes in the master bedroom. Jonathan was feeling a little warm and he had woken up noticing that he had almost fallen off the bed. He didn't know why he was so close to falling off when he rolled over a bit and noticed that their son had taken up a far amount of the space.
Martha noticed that Jonathan rolled over and she smiled up at him.
"Good Morning, Papa Kent." Martha said with a giggle. "Do you remember when Clark was little he used to climb into bed with us and in the morning we found that he took up most of the bed."
"Yes I remember several of those occasions because 99% of the time I was on the floor before the night was over." Jonathan said. "I thought he would have grown out of sleeping with us Martha?"
"Well, he's been through a lot. Who knows how tired he really is." Martha said.
"Jor-El could have done anything to him." Jonathan said.
"Let's get the chores done and then come back and check on him. He seems to be sleeping heavily." Martha said.
"Seems like a good enough idea to me." Jonathan said.
Jonathan slowly got out of bed and put a t-shirt on and jeans. Martha did the same and as she climbed out she had to move Clark's arm from around her. She then covered Clark up with the comforter and put on her sweater and jeans and headed downstairs with Jonathan and started on breakfast.
Lana awoke to hear tinkering of breakfast being made so she got up and put on her t-shirt and jeans and headed downstairs to help Mrs. Kent with the preparations. Lana went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. After cleaning up she looked in on Clark who was sleeping soundly in his parents' bed. She noticed his hair was ruffled and Lana smiled knowing that one of her closest friends was safe.
Lana then headed downstairs to find Martha talking on the phone. She didn't know who she was talking to but it sounded like Martha was telling whoever it was that Clark was safe.
"I've got to go. I've got Lana here and we'll stop by later today and cheer you up." Martha said. "Ok Lex, I'll be happy to let Clark know that you said hi."
Martha hung up the phone and passed Lana a plate of chocolate chip waffles and orange juice. Then she sat down across from Lana and started eating.
"Is Clark going to be ok?" Lana asked.
"I hope so. I'm just glad he's home. We were so worried when we couldn't find him the first week or so we didn't know what had happened to him." Martha said.
Just then a scream was heard from upstairs. Both Martha and Lana knew it was Clark.
"Lana, go outside and get Jonathan." Martha said.
Martha then ran up the stairs and into their bedroom to find Clark writhing in pain on their bed.
"LARA! LARA! NO! NO! LARA!" Clark screamed.
"Clark, it's your mother, everything will be ok." Martha tried to reassure Clark.
"NO, NO, DON'T LEAVE ME!" Clark yelled.
Clark's fists were clenched and his teeth were clamped shut as Clark began to calm down. His body had gone frigid as if he was fighting against the world. Then as sudden as it began Clark's body relaxed.
Clark opened his eyes and looked over at his mother.
"Mom, what just happened?" Clark asked. "I have no idea Clark." Martha replied.
Just after Martha responded Jonathan and Lana entered the bedroom.
"Martha what happened?" Jonathan asked.
"I have no idea. I came up here and saw Clark almost like he was having a seizure." Martha said.
Jonathan went and sat on the other side of the bed. Martha asked Lana to get Clark a cool washcloth because his forehead was warm.
Jonathan and Martha then began to look more concerned than ever.
"Mom, Dad, Seriously I feel ok." Clark said.
"We think you should still rest, son, you've been through a lot we're sure of it." Jonathan replied.
Clark rolled his eyes and decided not to argue with his parents. He sat up on the bed and moved his feet onto the floor he then got up and headed back to his bedroom.
Lana was standing in the hallway as she watched Clark go back to his bedroom. Lana followed behind him with a glass of water and a cold wet washcloth.
"Thanks Lana." Clark said as he sat back on his bed.
"Well, I guess I should help your mom downstairs clean up." Lana said as she turned around to leave.
Clark grabbed her wrist softly and pulled her over to sit on the bed next to him.
"You can sit here and watch me rest for awhile if you want." Clark said as he pointed towards the chair on the other side of the bed.
"Sure, I can do that. Just let me ask your mom if she needs any help and I'll be right back." Lana said.
Clark laid back and smiled. He then rolled over to his side and fell asleep. Lana then headed downstairs to where Martha and Jonathan were working in the kitchen.
"Clark fell back to sleep just now. Do you need any help at all? Clark asked me if I wanted to go up there and sit while he slept." Lana asked.
Martha and Jonathan both glanced at each other for a moment and then Jonathan said, "Sure, Lana, just let us know if anything happens."