Superman
Ultimate Battles
Smallville: The Decision

Only an hour had passed by since they found the young boy, packed his ship in the bed of the truck and headed home. The truck sat behind the barn, so it was out of sight for now, this way no one would notice the spacecraft sitting in the trunk. Later they would make a small basement for it out in the field.

Martha and Jonathan where now in their kitchen, a bottle of wine and one glasses neatly placed awaiting for Martha. Jonathan was standing at the sink staring out the window, out towards the truck staring at the spacecraft, while Martha sat at the table, holding the boy in her arms and looking down at him. Tears begin to roll down the side of her cheek.

"We can't just keep him, we just cant... even if it was monstrous for someone to put a child in a rocket."

"Martha..." Jonathan began to look down into the sink. He wanted the child just as much as Martha did, but he was always taught to do things the right way. But he couldn't help but to think about how Martha was feeling on the subject. He never wanted to break her heart, or ever hurt her, and him not letting her keep the child would do just this!

"Even if the Birches are on their fourth and I..."she starts to whisper " and I can't keep a child..."

Jonathan looked over towards Martha. "Good lord, do you realize what you're asking that we do? We don't even know if it's human! We don't know..."

"No we don't! We don't know where he came from, or if anyone will come for him, or if this is the beginning of the End of the World." Martha interrupted.

"But if there's anyone who might stand a chance to do right by that child, come what may...it's you and...I don't...Don't you just know it? Don't we deserve a chance to try?" she continued!

Jonathan began to walk towards the table.

"What's the wine for?"

"If we decide to keep that child, I'm going to get another glass and were going to celebrate! If we don't, wine is more convenient and less painful than a log to the head. While you take him into town I'll be doing everything in my power to forget tonight every happened."

Jonathan stared at her for a moment, considering what she said and slowly a small smirk came across his face as he reached for the glass.

"I don't want to be called "Pop" I'm not an old man…"Pa" sound more like it"
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The next day, Jonathan and Martha spent several hours placing the ship in their cellar far out in the field, then left towards town to buy stuff for their new child. They had name him Clark, and taken him to the doctor to get checked. He was found to be 2 years old.
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"When do you believe we should tell Clark about...you know?" Martha started to ask.

Jonathan looked over at Martha. "I guess when the time is right, I'm not sure. Maybe we won't have to tell him about it."

"I hope so, keeping something like that from him could be devastating."

"Yeah, probably, but I think we'll know when the time is right..."

Martha nodded, and then walked out the room and into Clark's room and peeked in on the sleeping child that God had blessed them with. Then slowly she crept in and kissed his small forehead, ran her head across his hair and smiled gently. With another moment she's was out the room, as if she was never there.