Title: What A Wonderful World

Chapter: (3) Big Changes

Summary: Clark decides to go back home... and see if he can make amends with his 'family'.

Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to the Warner Brothers! Not me! Don't sue!

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I see trees of green, red roses too...

I see them bloom for me and you...

And I think to myself, What a Wonderful World...

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Clark: "Last time on What A Wonderful World..."

We see Clark break the door down, and crashing to the floor in pain. Scene switches, the meteor rock disappears, and we see Clark's confused face. Scene switches, Clark is now staring at Jonathon Kent, who is pointing a rifle at him.

Clark: "Dad, what are you doing?"

Scene switches. Clark is now being led downstairs to the kitchen. Scene switches, Jonathon is now kicking Clark out of the house.

Jonathon: "GET OUT!"

Scene switches. We see Clark walking out the door, and Jonathon slamming the door in his face. Scene switches. Clark is now talking to Jor-El.

Clark: "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Jor-El: "I told you Kal, you made the wish! Now the meteors crash never happened! You never made it here!"

Clark: "What are you talking about? What wish?"

Around them, everyone is stopping in their daily schedule to witness this event. Suddenly, the door to the Talon opens, and someone walks out.

Person: "Put him down."

Clark turn at the familiar voice, and drops Kal-El immediately.

Clark: "Lana?"

Flash. Scene changes.

Clark: "Lana, don't you remember me?"

Lana: "Sorry, but I have no idea who you are, so just leave before I call the cops."

Scene changes

Clark: "Whitley! I thought you were at war?"

Scene changes

Clark: "So... what's the movie about?"

Lana: "It's about this guy who lost faith in living. So angels from above decide to show him what life would be like if he was never born."

A look of realization appears onto Clark's face.

Clark: "He must've made some sort of wish didn't he?"

Scene changes. We see Clark walking across the street when a car suddenly stops. Clark looks up to see who the person is.

Clark: "Ryan?"

Scene fades away, and we continue from where we left off from the last chapter.

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Ryan: "Get off the road!"

Clark suddenly realizes he's standing in the middle of the road, and walks onto the sidewalk, staring as Ryan and his friends drive away.

Clark: "How is it possible?"

Person: "Because Kal. You made the wish. Because you made the wish, everything changed."

Clark turns around to see Jor-El standing there.

Clark: "Perhaps it's for the better. You saw how happy these people are. Ryan's alive, Whitney's not at war, the theater never shut down—"

Jor-El: "Smallville is now Luthorville—"

Clark: "What's your point? Why do you care about this anyways?"

Jor-El: "Because you are my son."

Clark: "You can't control my life."

Jor-El: "Kal, you don't understand, this is your destiny."

Clark: "Screw destiny."

Jor-El: "Kal—"

Clark: "Leave me alone."

Clark turns to walk away.

Jor-El: "Where are you going—Clark."

Clark suddenly freezes, and turns around so he's facing Jor-El again.

Clark: "What did you call me?"

Jor-El: "By your Earth name, Clark."

Clark: "Care to explain why?"

Jor-El: "You have to follow your destiny son. You can't escape it."

Clark: "No."

Jor-El: "What did you say?"

Clark: "You heard me, no!"

Jor-El: "Kal..."

Clark turns around, and walks away, not looking back.

Jor-El: "Where do you think you're going?"

Clark continues to walk. As he turns a corner, he bumps into Jor-El again.

Jor-El: "Where do you think you're going?"

Clark: "It's getting dark... I need to find a place to stay."

Jor-El: "How about you just make the decision that you're willing to follow your destiny, and it'll all be over?"

Clark: "Since I made the wish, and everything seems to be better, I might as well live life as it is... shouldn't I?"

Jor-El: "Kal—"

Clark: "I'll see you around."

Clark walks past Jor-El, and slowly, begins to jog. After a few steps, his jogging speeds up, and he disappears in a blur of colors.

Jor-El: "Foolish boy."

Scene changes, and Clark is once again, standing at the porch of the Kent family. He knocks on the door, and it opens. Martha Kent is standing there.

Clark: "Um... hi. You're probably wondering what I'm doing here huh?"

Martha: "You're the boy that was in our house—you completely destroyed the door, you know that?"

Clark: "I understand and um... I came back to apologize and make amends... perhaps I can fix the door for you?"

Martha has a suspicious expression on her face.

Martha: "What do you want?"

Clark looks down shamefully, knowing he's been caught.

Clark: "A place to stay. I've no where else to go."

Martha sighs, then opens the door.

Martha: "Jonathon's going to be mad when he gets back from work."

Clark enters the house.

Clark: "If it's too much trouble, I'll leave..."

Martha pulls a chair out.

Martha: "Sit."

Clark does what he's told. Martha goes to the cupboard and pulls two mugs out, as she does, Clark notices that Martha is cooking what looks like a rather large meal.

Clark: "Cooking something?"

Martha: "Yes."

Clark watches as his mom begins to make coffee.

Martha: "What's your name?"

Clark: "Clark..."

Clark hesitates, and doesn't know if he should tell her his last name.

Martha: "Clark... it's a nice name... Jonathon and I were going to name our child that name... but I guess it was never meant to be..."

There is an awkward moment of silence while Martha finishes making the coffee and hands it to Clark.

Clark: "Um... I should start working on that door."

Martha: "Yeah, the equipment's in—"

Clark: "The loft. Right?"

Martha: "Yes."

Clark: "I'll start on it right away..."

Clark gets to his feet and heads towards the door, leaving his coffee mug untouched.

Martha: "Clark."

Clark pauses, and turns to see what his mother wants.

Martha: "Be careful out there."

Clark: "I will..."

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Camera pans in on Clark, who is using his super powers to make a door. Using his heat rays, he creates a beautiful pattern on the piece of wood he found in the loft. Scene changes, and Clark is carrying the door into the house, with him, is a box of nails and some other equipment—hammer, paint, paintbrush, and the sort.

Martha: "Where did you find that door?"

Clark: "Um... in the loft."

Clark heads up the stairs with the door, frowning because he had to lie to his mom. Martha stares up at him in confusion. Scene changes, Clark is now finishing nailing the door into the wall. Instead of using a hammer, he is using his thumb to push the nails into the wood.

Martha: "Have you started yet?"

Martha walks up the stairs, and is shocked at how quickly Clark has placed the door in.

Martha: "I didn't hear any hammering sounds..."

Clark: "I um... found a muffler for the hammer..."

Martha: "A muffler? Jonathon never had a muffler..."

Clark: "Um... well... technically if you tap the nail really lightly... it won't make any noise... so that's the um... muffler..."

Martha: "How did you manage to get so much done in so little time..."

Clark: "I um... well I—"

The sound of a door slamming is suddenly heard from the kitchen.

Jonathon: "Martha, I'm home."

Martha and Clark both look towards the directions of the staircase at the same time, then stare at each other, not knowing what to do.

Jonathon: "Martha, where are you?"

Clark: "You better go downstairs—I... I'll finish up here..."

Clark turns around and picks up a hammer from the pile of equipment, and picks up another nail to finish the door. He turns to look at Martha, waiting for her to leave.

Jonathon: "Martha? What's going on up there?"

Martha stares back at Clark, then heads down the stairs to talk to Jonathon. Scene switches, and we now see Martha walking down the stairs to greet Jonathon.

Martha: "Hello there, you're home early."

Jonathon: "Hey."

Jonathon gives Martha a kiss on the cheek.

Jonathon: "After that kid broke into the house—I couldn't consontrate at work. Has he been back to give you any trouble?"

Martha: "Actually..."

From upstairs, we hear Clark hammering away now. A frown appears onto Jonathon's face.

Jonathon: "Who's that?"

Martha: "Jonathon—I..."

Jonathon: "Martha, who is that?"

Jonathon begins to head towards the stairway, but Martha tries to stop him to tell him what's going on.

Martha: "Jonathon..."

Jonathon: "Martha, if you don't let me know who's up there, I'll bring out the rifle."

Martha: "Well... it's..."

Martha has an unreadable expression on her face, and Jonathon's frown increases.

Jonathon: "It's that kid from this morning, isn't it? What's he doing here?"

The hammering suddenly stops, and silence falls upon the house.

Martha: "Jonathon... he's got no where else to go..."

Jonathon: "That doesn't mean he can come and take over my house Martha, now let me up those stairs..."

Martha finally gives up, and lets Jonathon up the stairs. Scene changes, we watch as Clark dip the paintbrush into the paint can, and start painting. Jonathon and Martha walk up the stairs, and Jonathon has an angry expression on his face.

Jonathon: "What do you think you're doing here?"

Clark turns to see Jonathon glaring at him. Martha stands behind her husband with a worried expression on her face. Clark looks down and sighs, before putting the paint equipment down onto the ground. He walks up to Jonathon, and offers his hand for what seems like the millionth time that day.

Clark: "My name's Clark sir. I want to apologize for what happened earlier this morning..."

Jonathon looks at the hand Clark's offering, then looks back at Clark. He doesn't shake it. Clark gulps, and lowers his hand.

Clark: "Mr. Kent—"

Jonathon: "Listen kid—"

Clark: "Clark."

Jonathon: "What?"

Clark: "My name's Clark..."

Jonathon shakes his head.

Jonathon: "Whatever..."

A hurt look appears onto Clark's face, and his eyes start watering. Jonathon doesn't notice.

Jonathon: "What were you doing inside our house today?"

Clark looks away, not wanting to make eye contact with his father.

Jonathon: "Look at me and answer my question."

Clark looks up at his father; Jonathon is surprised by the tears in Clark's eyes.

Clark: "I was looking for my parents."

Jonathon: "And you thought I was your dad—I know... that still doesn't answer the question."

Clark: "I... I wasn't thinking... you... you reminded me of my dad... that's all..."

The anger in Jonathon's eyes disappear, and his expression softens. Behind him, Martha slips away.

Clark: "I'm really sorry."

There's a moment of silence as Jonathon sighs.

Jonathon: "Where are you parents?"

Clark: "I—I don't know."

Jonathon: "What do you mean you don't know?"

Clark: "I..."

Jonathon raises his hand, noticing that Clark is obviously stressed out about something.

Jonathon: "We'll continue this in my office."

Jonathon walks past Clark, and towards his office. Clark turns around, and watches as Jonathon stops at the door, and stares at the door pattern in amazement.

Jonathon: "Where did you find this door?"

Clark: "I um... found it in the loft."

Jonathon stares at Clark, knowing perfectly well that he's lying. After a while, he opens the door, and enters it. Clark follows shortly.

Jonathon: "Close the door behind you."

Clark does as he's told.

Jonathon: "Take a seat."

Clark sits down, in front of Jonathon's desk, and Jonathon sit down behind it.

Jonathon: "So... where are your parents?"

Clark: "I told you... I don't know..."

Jonathon: "I know you're lying kid, tell me the truth... who sent you?"

Clark: "What?"

Jonathon: "Who sent you? Was it someone from LuthorCorps?"

Clark: "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Clark watches as Jonathon gets up and starts pacing around the room. Jonathon pauses at the window, and looks through the blinds, before shutting them.

Jonathon: "They've been trying to buy this last property... kick me out of my home... but I refuse to sell it... they sent you didn't they?"

Jonathon turns around to face Clark with a murderous expression on his face.

Jonathon: "They sent you to kill me didn't they?"

Jonathon slams his fists onto the desks, shocking Clark. Clark pulls himself away with a scared yet hurt expression.

Jonathon: "Don't give me that look kid. You're a hell of a good actor, I'll give you that. But you can go back to the Luthors and tell them this—I've already sold them half my property. I'm not going to give up the rest of the Kent property... he can build his factory elsewhere..."

A confused expression appears onto Clark's face.

Clark: "I... I thought you worked with the Luthors..."

Jonathon: "Not anymore!"

Clark: "Da—sir, I..."

Jonathon walks back behind the desk, and sits down. Clark notices that his dad is calming down.

Jonathon: "Clark... just leave... go back to your family... stay away from the Luthors... they can ruin people's lives..."

Clark: "But..."

Clark flinches as an angry expression returns to Jonathon's face.

Jonathon: "Just go!"

Clark: "I have no where to go!"

Clark rises to his feet as he says this, and Jonathon stares at him for a moment. Clark stares back with determination on his face. Finally, Jonathon gives in.

Jonathon: "Who the hell are you? Really? Who are you?"

Clark sits back down, and looks away with an awkward expression.

Clark: "I can't tell you..."

Jonathon: "Why is that?"

Clark: "You'd never believe me."

Jonathon: "Try me."

Clark turns back to his father, and sighs as he sees the concern expression on his dad's face—the expression he's seen so many times during his life. Slowly, he nods.

Clark: "It started with a wish apparently... but it was so much more then that..."

Camera zooms out, and fades screen. The words: 'To Be Continued' are shown.

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A/N: So yeah... what'd you think? PLEASE REVIEW! I'm literally going crazy trying to find out people think about it...