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Chapter 6:

Clark felt like he was running faster than he ever had before. He must have run

by the farm ten times before he realized that the Luthor Corp condominium complex was the farm. His mouth dropped open as he looked around. It hadn't occurred to him that the condos the stranger mentioned would be built on his farm. There was nothing there that he recognized. All the fields where he had worked alongside his father and the house and barn where he'd had most of his happiest memories, were gone. He couldn't believe it.

Just then, something caught his eye. Tucked among all the condominiums was the yellow farmhouse. For the first time since he had met the stranger, he felt hope that he could still be happy in this world that he'd wished for.

He ran up to the door and knocked. He was tempted to burst into the house, but considering his current situation, he decided against it. He felt like he was waiting on the porch forever, but finally the door opened showing his father. He couldn't believe his eyes. The man who stood there looked nothing like the man he had left in the hospital that morning. He wasn't injured of course, but that was not what Clark had noticed. He'd grown up his whole life believing his father could do anything; that he was ageless. His hero stood there looking old and tired.

He quickly pulled himself together, "What happened to the farm?"

Jonathan hesitated a second, then proceeded questioningly, "I don't know who you are and I don't discuss the private details of my life with strangers."

Clark felt the hurt growing inside of him, but he wanted to talk to his dad so he quickly said, "I'm sorry, can I come in?"

Jonathan grunted and opened the door wider so Clark could get past.

Clark stepped into the house. It was just as he remembered it, with a few exceptions; all pictures of him were nowhere in sight. As Clark looked around he dared to allow himself to feel some relief. The familiarity even allowed a smile to form on his lips, but it quickly left when he saw Jonathan's questioning look. He knew he had to come up with something to talk about or he would be quickly shooed from the house.

"Umm . . . hi, my name is Clark. . . Sullivan," he said, fishing for the only surname Jonathan wouldn't recognize. "I just moved into town and I had some questions for you."

Jonathan looked a little suspicious, but he always believed in people. "Okay," he said. "Ask away." He led Clark into the living room. "Please have a seat."

"Well, I heard in town that you and your wife are some of the town's longest citizens, so I figured you could help me out."

"That's right. This farm- well I guess it's not a farm anymore, but you know what I mean- has been in my family for three generations."

"My father once told me that this was the best farm for miles," Clark said with a twinkle in his eye.

"That's right it was," Jonathan replied as the front door opened. In walked Clark's favorite person in the world; his mother. She looked tired, but just as beautiful as ever.

"Hi sweetheart, how was work?" Jonathan asked as he walked into the hall and embraced his wife.

"It was as good as working for a Luthor can be."

"You don't have to work for him." Jonathan replied softly, with a furtive look at Clark, "We don't need to stay here. We don't have to let Lionel control our lives."

"No Jonathan. We already discussed this a hundred times. I'll do it. Your family has worked too hard for us to lose everything. Working with Lionel is worth it if we can keep our home."

She sounded so exhausted. Clark had never seen her so tired in all her years working on the farm or during her brief time working with Lionel. She wasn't supporting us on her own though, he thought.

He was pulled from his thoughts by his father's voice. "Martha, this is Clark Sullivan. His family just moved into town."

"Hello," said Martha, reaching out her hand. "It'll be nice to have some new faces around here." Clark resisted the urge to hug her and stood and took her hand.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Kent."

"You'll have to introduce us to your parents soon, Clark."

"Yeah...I'll do that. I'm sure you'd like them..." Clark's voice trailed off. Now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure what to say.

Perhaps the sight of his tired mother encouraged him, or maybe the fact that his parents didn't know him, made him more desperate. Whatever the cause, he decided to be daring.

"I have something to tell you both. It's going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. I need some help and you're the only people that can do it."

They both looked at him incredulously, waiting for him to continue.

"I know you both, perhaps better than anyone in the world." Jonathan and Martha looked at him questioningly, but they were still listening, so Clark continued, "I'm your son. You named me after your family name, mom. You found me-"

He was cut short when his father grabbed his arm. He noticed his mother was crying. Had she recognized him? . . . No, she was just upset.

"Look. This is not amusing." Jonathan's voice was tense and his grip on Clark's arm was getting tighter. How could Clark make them believe him?

"When you found out that you couldn't have children," he said desperately, "mom turned to you and said that you'd have happy days again. And you had them, with me, we're so happy."

Clark's words convinced him more than they had his parents. He had been happy in his life. His parents loved him. His friends were there for him. Sure life gets hard sometimes. Sure sometimes he couldn't save them. They got hurt sometimes and so did he, but Clark couldn't imagine living this way; living his whole life alone. In his life he was happy. They were all happy. Together.

He was again torn from his thoughts by his father's voice, an angry one this time. "How dare you come in here and upset my wife this way! Did Lionel Luthor send you! You know what! I don't care who did. How ever much they're paying you, is it worth it? Do you honestly get some kind of satisfaction from tearing apart peoples' lives!"

He dragged Clark toward the front door and Clark was so shocked that he didn't put up much of a fight. How could things have gone so wrong? It was all his fault. He'd made a terrible mistake.

Clark jumped as the door slammed behind him