Title: Wish

Rating: PG- May change

Pairings: None as of yet

Disclaimer: Reads off a cue card I do...struggles...not...own Smallville.

Author: Silent Train Conductor

Thank you to my reviewers, and I hope this fic continues to be interesting =D!

Chapter 2

He was sure his heart skipped a beat. He started to grow frantic. Was this real? Was he having one of his episodes? No, if he was, then he wouldn't be the wiser...would he? Perhaps a dream...yes, a dream. His father couldn't be...be dead? Could he?

OOooOO

Martha Kent noticed the stillness in Lex's form, and how his eyes became glassy and clouded over. The adoptive mother shook Lex for a bit, fearing for him. Why must her boy suffer so?

"Lex..." she whispered trying not to shock him even further. She shook him a bit more, not knowing what else to do. "Lex..." she continued to whisper, tears forming in her eyes. She had never seen her boy like this...

"A dream..." Lex eventually muttered, "Has to be. My father couldn't have died..." He continued to sit still, staring into what seemed to be a vast emptiness.

"Oh Lex," Martha cried and wrapped her arms against him and began to sob. "Oh Lex, please, stop honey. You're scaring me, honey...please....stop." Her body wracked with tears clutching at Lex, fearing for her boy...her little boy...

OOooOO

Lex was still in shock over the news over his father's death, and Martha Kent sobbing over him was doing nothing to ease his qualms. Still, this had to be a dream, he closed his eyes and sniffing into Martha Kent's hair...so much like Mom's...The thought made his eyes shoot open...never...never in a dream had he been able to feel such emotions. In his dreams, he never had any of his senses, and hadn't he felt actual pain as he fell out of bed? But...It had to be a dream...

"I can make your wish come true..."

Again he heard it, and he remembered this was exactly what he wished for. A family, like the Kents. Could it have really come true? He once again looked down at Martha Kent's body huddled against him, weeping out of fear for her...her...son, he supposed. So slowly, he patted his hand against Martha Kent's back and whispered in her ear.

"I'm alright...Mom." The word seemed foreign when he said it, directed towards Martha Kent at least. With his last words said, Martha Kent's weeping stopped as if by magic, tears still ran along her face, but somehow her sobs disappeared. She straightened up and wiped her tears with her free hand, the other still holding onto Lex.

"What...What did you call me?" She croaked with a look of surprise on her face. Lex internally winced, had he predicted wrong? How was he going to convince her he was sane now?

"I...I'm sorry..." Lex stuttered, trying to ease himself back into the unfamiliar world. "I didn't mean...to...to..."

"Oh Lex, don't be sorry! It's just you caught me by surprise; I never thought I would hear you call me Mom. I always thought...well...I just wasn't expecting it, that's all." She again wiped her tears from her face, but her eyes were still moist. She gave a smile and gave Lex a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." She whispered.

Lex was completely lost. He had to find a way to get some answers, but didn't know how without scaring Mrs. Kent again.

"Mrs...Mom...Tell me, please, for old time's sake...how did I end up with such a wonderful woman looking after me?" Martha blushed and looked into Lex's eyes and her heart felt for him, and though she was still worried for her boy, she thought it wouldn't hurt to ease him back into his place into the world. For some reason, he seemed to be in another world...

"It was the day of the meteor shower," Martha looked to the ceiling still in her sitting position, "Jonathan and I were out picking out flowers at Nell's, and when we were done, we got into the truck and set off to return home." Martha took a deep breath and continued, her voice slightly wavering, "It was then a meteor came, and by mere inches it was about to land right in front of us, but it seemed to swerve out of our way, landing quite a distance away. We continued on with our drive when...when we came across..." Martha began choking on her words, and Lex put his hand on her knee and urged her to continue. "Your father...he was lying on the street face down, Jonathan stopped the car and rushed out to help him...but we were too late, he managed to tell us you were out in the fields somewhere, he told us...we had to save you...we had to." Martha looked into Lex's eyes and gently wrapped her hand around his head. "He loved you deeply Lex, and he would be a proud man if he saw you today..."

Lex shook his head. This was just too difficult to comprehend. His father dead, and yet he still managed to come off as a hero? He knew he should feel a bit of remorse at the death of his father, but he was reminded by Martha on how cruelly his father actually treated him. His father had had him committed for God's sake! Yet even in death, his father had won...maybe his father truly did love him...maybe, but not likely.

Martha continued on with her tale, after feeling enough time was given to Lex to remember Lionel's heroic deed. "We found you, and we quickly took you to the hospital, where your mother met up with us... Sadly, we had to break the news to her, but she didn't blame us for his death, she merely thanked us deeply for having saved you... We became close over time, and after awhile we found out she was dying... That didn't stop her from spending as much time with you as possible, during her last few months, you both were as happy as could be. LuthorCorp was booming thanks to your mother, the people seemed to like the approach she took..." She sighed fondly, remembering her dear friend and continued, "She wanted us to take care of you, and she said she didn't want you to turn out like the boy billionaire in Gotham, she wanted you to have a true family...always."

"Always..." Lex repeated, Martha nodded and gave Lex a warm smile. This time Lex smiled back.

OOooOO

Lex descended down the stairs whistling a merry tune he hadn't even heard of before. Of course he was still a bit, misplaced, but he felt he should enjoy what he had now, who knew when it would be taken away? He had a family who cared for him, and loved him truly. He was not going to take advantage of it.

Jonathan Kent sat at the table reading a newspaper, and didn't turn his head at Lex's entrance.

"Why the good mood son?" Lex faltered in his step slightly, Jonathan Kent was actually regarding him with amusement and fatherly care. Lex stopped his whistling and gave a smirk.

"Nothing, just enjoying what I have, I suppose." Jonathan raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He merely took another sip of coffee. Lex could hear the faint steps of Martha Kent coming down the stairs, and again he felt his heart flutter. He had a family! Martha gave him a smile and winked and went off to the stove.

"Want anything for breakfast Lex?" Lex thought about the question for a moment, he never really had breakfast back home. So then the answer was of course...

"Sure, what are we having?"

"Pancakes." Lex nodded, not expecting anything less or anything more, and he sat down at the table with Mr. Kent. He fiddled with his fingers, as happy as he felt, the whole situation...was awkward, to say the least. He rubbed his temples, still wondering if this whole thing was actually true.

"Are you ok son?" Jonathan peered at Lex through his paper with a slight frown. Lex looked up and gave another smirk; no dream of his could ever make Jonathan Kent show this much true parental concern.

"I'm fine." Martha looked back at Lex, worry still evident on her face; her boy was acting strangely today. She walked up to the table and set down a plate of pancakes onto the table and smiled, hoping to hide her fears for her boy.

"Eat up my boys!" As she said this Lex began cutting up the pancake he received, and was about to stuff it into his mouth when a sudden thought popped into his mind, he had know idea why he didn't realize it sooner.

"Where's Clark? Is he still sleeping?" Jonathan Kent's frown grew deeper as he studied his son closely. Martha Kent stopped her baking and merely turned to Jonathan, questions flowing through her eyes. Jonathan then sat up munching his pancake thoughtfully and leaned in closer to Lex.

"Son?" Jonathan swallowed, "Who in the world is Clark?"

To be continued...