Red Kryptonite for the Human

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Chapter 4: Red Kryptonite For the Human

It had been an hour after the Luthorcorp lab had made the fat lady sing, if you know what I mean. Clark was sitting in a waiting room in Metropolis General Hospital. Both his parents and Lionel Luthor were hospitalized. Clark half-expected Lex to show up, but of course, the Luthors didn't have the best family values in the world, so he might not be there. But who could blame him? Clark, like the rest of us, thought Lionel was an evil, evil man.

But sure enough, the bald man showed up. But not because of his father, as much as for Clark and his parents. "Hi Clark," he said. "How're your parents?"

"Well, my dad's got a few burns, but he's okay. My mom's somewhat of a different story," replied Clark.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did you get out so fast?" asked Lex.

"Well," said Clark, not sure what to say, "I guess I just kind of figured it would blow, so I just- got out, I guess."

"Probably," said Lex. "It could have been the adrenaline."

Three hours later, Clark was able to go see Jonathan. When he got to Jonathan's room, Clark saw that his dad didn't look too bad, but that could be why he only had to stay one night.

"Hey Dad," said Clark. "How're you feeling?"

"Okay," said Jonathan.

"Dad," said Clark. "I called Pete about an hour ago, and we have a theory about what happened to Mom."

"Okay, shoot."

"We think somehow, when you two were in Metropolis, someone slipped some sort of drug in her drink that had red kryptonite. It is possible Lionel Luthor would do that. He's always been on to me, and the restaurant is a Luthorcorp place."

"Oh, yeah," said Jonathan, "I should have known something bad would happen if I took her to a Luthorcorp establishment for our anniversary."

"Dad, you just jumped at the chance to be at a fancy restaurant," said Clark. "It's not your fault."

"I know," said Jonathan, "but, it still might have helped if I'd not done that."

"Dad," said Clark. "Basically every fancy restaurant in the state of Kansas is Luthorcorp."

"Oh, yeah."

Three hours later, Clark fallen asleep in a chair in his dad's room, and Jonathan had fallen asleep, too.

Clark woke up when he heard the squeaking of the door as it opened. He looked up, and he saw Lex standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Clark," he said, "the doctors told me to tell you that you can go see your mom."

Clark, still groggy from his nap, responded with a "mmm."

When he got to his mother's room, it was apparent to him that she was no longer under red kryptonite. She was just barely awake, but she had a look of worry on her face.

"Hey, Mom," said Clark. "Feeling okay?"

"Ouch," Martha said with a small laugh after she said that. "What bothers me, though, is that I remember everything that happened. I stole Lana's clothes, and hit on another man in front of Jonathan. I feel stupid."

"Hey," said Clark, with a smile, "don't say that about my mommy. It was Lionel."

Martha cut him off. "I know. He told me what he did. He said it was red meteor rock. He had someone slip it in my champagne in Metropolis the other night."

"I knew it," said Clark still smiling.

"I still feel horrible about doing all that stuff. I can't believe I went on stage, sang a song, TWICE for that matter, and I can't believe what I was wearing. I can't believe I stole from Lana, she's probably mad, and I can't believe I hit on another guy while your father was standing right there."

Clark smiled, again. "Well, believe it or not, and in this case not, you actually did all that stuff."

Martha was pretty weak from the effects of the red kryptonite, and she had to stay in the hospital for a few more nights, but Jonathan was good to go the next day.

They decided to get a hotel room in Metropolis while Martha was in the hospital. They went to see Martha every day. On the second day, Lionel Luthor got released from the hospital, and he actually had the nerve to see Martha. He even brought flowers, which Martha would later ask Jonathan or Clark or even Lex to dispose of.

Luckily for Martha, Lionel didn't know that Martha remembered everything. He assumed she hadn't.

"I'm sorry about the accident," he said.

Yeah, right, thought Martha. "It was your lab, of course you're sorry," she said with a bitter tone.

"Yes, but I would hate to see someone of such a good friend of my son's be injured in my lab," said Lionel Luthor.

I'm SO sure, Martha thought, glaring. She didn't know what to say to that, so she just continued to glare at him.

"Of course, it's a shame that we never really got around got around to talking," said Lionel. "I mean, we talked, but that was just the small talk. We never got around to real talking."

Gee, that's a shame, thought Martha. She was glad Clark had busted in when he did.

Just then, Jonathan appeared in the doorway looking even angrier than Martha felt, if that was possible.

"What are you doing in here?" asked Jonathan in the same bitter tone that Martha had earlier used with Lionel.

"I was just offering my sympathy," he said, but then got cut of by Jonathan.

"I'm sure," he said, which is exactly what Martha was thinking.

Now it was Clark and Lex's turn to show up.

"Dad," said Lex, "are you bothering Mrs. Kent?"

"No, son, I was just trying to offer my sympathy," he said, but now it was Lex's turn to cut in.

"I'm sure," he said, which is what the entire Kent family was thinking.

Lionel apparently got the message, because he glared at everyone and left the room, but first he said:

"I'll be back, Martha, we still need to talk."

When he was officially gone, Jonathan asked where the flowers on the bedside table came from.

"They came from Lionel," she said. "Anyone want to volunteer to throw them away?"

Lex stepped up to the plate, and took the flowers off the table and threw them in a nearby trashcan.

"Thank you, Lex," said Martha.

Lex nodded and smiled as if to say, "Your welcome," as the Kents laughed.

To Be Continued . . .

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