TOUCHING

Scorn

Baby D

I DO NOT OWN any of the "Smallville" characters. I have Copyrighted © Dana Wells and the character traits pertaining to her.

Clark stood, shocked at the sight.

From behind the special glass, the meteor rocks seemed to have to affect on him. A small trail began to seep out form one of the cracks forcing Clark, farther and farther away from it.

"Clark?" his mother, father and police men came yelling and running up behind him. Clark turned with a tear in his eye to his anxious mother.

"Oh honey, are you okay?" She and his father grabbed him up in their arms.

"What were you thinking son?" Jonathan scornfully hugged him. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't feel anything, he didn't know what to feel. Martha looked over her son's shoulder at the green tinted room, wondering what could have possibly just happened.

"Clark, are you okay?" His mother asked again. He replied only by hugging her tighter.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," his father led him away. The police took Clark outside to ask him about what had happened, while paramedics and firemen were tearing down the wall to get to Dana. Clark was reluctant to answer the questions as he was too preoccupied with the thought and visions of just moments before.

After some time, the officers released him. Clark stopped one of the firefighters as she was coming out of the building.

"How is she, is she alive?" He asked impatiently. Martha and Jonathan listened in nervously.

"The paramedics have taken her to the hospital; I don't know about her condition, I'm sorry." Clark lowered his head disappointedly.

"Thank you," Jonathan nodded as she left.

"Mom, I have to get to the hospital, I have to see her," Clark pleaded.

"Okay honey, but we're driving you; I don't want you to be alone right now, you're angry and hurt." He nodded agreeing.

When they reached the hospital, they found the police were in numbers there as well. Going up to receptionist, Clark asked for her.

"I'm sorry, you can't see her, visitation is restricted.

"What? I need to see her, Dana Wells, please?" Jonathan put a hand on his shoulder, for him to calm down, as one of the nearby officers turned his attention.

"Excuse me son," the officer steeped up to them, with two other officers behind, "do you mind telling me how you know this thing's name?" He took off his glasses, examining Clark more closely. Martha stepped closer to her son as Jonathan tightened his grip on Clark's shoulder.

"This thing? She's a person, and she's my friend." The anger and anxiety resonated in his voice.

"No son, I think your so called friend lied to you. She's not a person, it's a thing, and it's inhuman and very dangerous.

"I'll remind you that Clark is my son and not yours," Jonathan stepped forward.

"Just stay away from it okay? I'm going to need to talk to you later." The officer put his glasses back in his pocket, and walked away with the others following behind him.

"Dad," Clark looked discouragingly at his father.

"It's okay son," he looked around trying to think of what to do.

"It'll be okay Clark, you tried your best," his mother whispered and smiled sadly up at him.

"My best wasn't good enough; I brought her from one science lab to another. This isn't fair, I never should have let her go, she told me about them."