Red Kryptonite for the Human
A/N: Sorry Crash, I'm not going to kill Lana. Please, please, please, please, please, please, review!
Chapter 3: Her Lips Are Sealed (maybe)
Clark and Jonathan were walking around downtown. Clark had then thought about the possibility of kryptonite to explain his mother's behavior.
"Dad?" he said. "What if Mom has a good reason for acting the way she is?"
"Like what?" said Jonathan angrily.
"What if it's kryptonite? I mean, I feel the somewhat like that when I am around red kryptonite."
"Son," said Jonathan, "you may be on to something here."
Clark smiled.
The next day, no one had seen hide nor hair of Martha.
"I wonder where she could be," said Clark.
"I don't know," said Jonathan, "but I'm worried. I'm not mad at her anymore, I'm scared for her. And you. If your theory is right, she might accidentally spill your secret."
"I never thought of that," said Clark. "Maybe we should go look for her."
Just then, Lex Luthor showed up at their door.
"I know where Mrs. Kent is," said Lex. "I just found out. My father has her."
"I'll kill him," said Jonathan. "But what could Lionel Luthor possibly want with my wife?"
"I don't know, Mr. Kent."
"Excuse me, Lex. Could I talk to my son alone for a moment?"
"Sure Mr. Kent."
Lex went back out the door.
"Clark, Lionel has your mother, and he's probably going to use some weird way to try and get your secret out of her," said Jonathan.
"Yeah, I know," said Clark, as he went to the door and called Lex back in. "Do you know where he has her?"
"Some lab in Metropolis. I know the way, if you want me to show you," said Lex.
"Thanks," said Jonathan.
Clark, Jonathan, and Lex had taken one of the Luthorcorp helicopters to get to Metropolis.
"This is the lab. Do you want me to stay?" asked Lex.
"Nah, we'll take it from here, thank you Lex," said Jonathan.
Lex climbed back in the helicopter and left.
"Do you have a plan?" asked Clark. "Because I sure don't."
Jonathan nodded. "We'll go in through the ventilation system and look into the rooms until we find her. We'll then go in and try to get her out."
Clark raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, not the best of plans," said Jonathan, "but it might work. But be careful, son, there could be kryptonite in any of those rooms."
"I know, Dad," said Clark. "I'll be careful."
"Okay, we should split up."
The effects of the red kryptonite drug had not worn off of Martha, and she felt kind of sick.
"All right Martha," said Lionel Luthor. "You can do this the easy way or the hard way. I think you're keeping something from me. Why would you do a thing like that?"
Martha didn't move a muscle. She felt like disobeying every person on the planet. She didn't like Lionel Luthor anyway.
"Of course, I'd hate to see what would become of you and your son if you were keeping a secret from me. Poor Jonathan might be all alone."
What makes him think he can be on a first-name basis with my family? Martha thought. Even though she had red kryptonite going through her bloodstream, she still loved her family and wouldn't spill the all time secret.
Martha was trying to come up with a plan to get out. She didn't come up with anything, so she pretended to have laryngitis.
Okay, so that wasn't the best of plans either, but that's what happened.
"Martha?" said Lionel, interrupting her thought process.
She mouthed the words "I can't talk, I lost my voice," and then coughed.
"That has got to be the worst fake cough I have ever heard," said Lionel.
Darn, Martha thought.
"Martha, don't play games with me, I'm only trying to spare your life. And your son's."
"Well, then why don't you just leave us alone, and then no one gets hurt?" Martha blurted out.
"Oh, yes, this is a very serious case of laryngitis," said Lionel with a hint, no, a lot of sarcasm.
Once again, darn, thought Martha.
Clark was crawling through the lab's ventilation system for what seemed like hours. But finally, he heard voices.
"Martha, don't play games with me, I'm only trying to spare your life. And your son's." It sounded like Lionel Luthor's voice. Clark was disturbed at what he had heard.
He kept crawling, until he could see his mother and Lionel still talking. "Oh, yes, this is a very serious case of laryngitis," said Lionel, and that statement made Clark confused. He didn't know his mother had laryngitis.
He tore off the vent and lowered himself down into the room.
"Clark!" screamed Martha, with a tint, no, a LOT of anger in her voice.
"Hi, Mom," said Clark, eyes glued on Lionel.
"Hi, Clark. I was just having a friendly conversation with your mother about family secrets," said Lionel.
"I'm sure," said Clark.
Jonathan then appeared directly under the vent. He started staring at Lionel Luthor with the same piercing stare that Clark was using.
"Clark," said Jonathan, "get your mother out of that 'thing' and get her out of here."
"But Dad," said Clark, but Jonathan cut him off.
"Son, just do what I asked."
Hope he has a more thought-out plan than last time, Clark thought, smiling to himself. He looked at his father, who was trying to drag Lionel out of the room. Go Dad, go!
Martha had been in this chair that had had things to keep her tightly in place, and you needed keys to get her out. Unless you were Clark Kent.
He got her out of there easily, when Lionel and Jonathan had left the room. On the way out of the building, Martha said, "Clark, get away. I can get out myself. I don't need my son to help."
Just then, a warning alarm went off. It got really smoky, and Clark couldn't see his mom. In fact, he had no idea if his mother was even there, or if she had gotten separated.
"Clark!" he heard his father shout. "Get out of here now!"
"Dad!" he said. But it was too late. Lionel Luthor's lab had exploded.
To be continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A/N: This is the revised version of chapter 3. I had one up here before, but I realized I shouldn't have taken Martha off the red kryptonite so soon. Before, (incase you didn't read how it was before) she had been off. Though it isn't actually that much different, Martha is now back on kryptonite.
And sorry for how one verse of the song "Respect" was so screwed up last chapter.