Clark woke up in a cold sweat. His throat was raw from all the screaming in his sleep. He quickly sat up in bed when he realized that he was at home, in his OWN bed, with plaid blankets and soft, fluffy pillows. He laid back down and stared up at his ceiling thinking about all the things he had been through the last couple of months. This was just the start of his rehabilitation.

Four Months Earlier

"Clark Kent!" Martha Kent yelled up the stairs to her still sleeping son, "Get your butt down here before you miss your bus! This is the last time I call up there or I'm going to get your father!"

Clark's father was never really the type of man to spank his son, maybe once when Clark was eight and tried to sneak out of the house with Pete Ross at midnight to go to Crater lake for a midnight swim, but other then that, he was more of a punishment kind of guy. He mainly added more farm chores to his sons daily list of things to do around the farm or made him stay home on weekends when he had plans to go out with his friends.
Clark was lucky at that fact that he didn't have to worry about getting hurt anyway because if his dad had even tried to hit him, he would only end up hurting himself and Clark knew, no matter how mad his dad could get at him, he would never, NEVER, use kryptonite against him. He never had to worry about someone doing something like that to him. Well, things were about to change.

Clark was upstairs and was, in fact, already done getting ready and sped down the stairs before his mother even finished her sentence.

"Sorry, mom. I was up kind of late last night studying for our big history test today." (A test that he wouldn't even make it to.)

"Oh, alright. I'll let it go this time but you need to start being more serious about these things."

"I am serious! Very serious!" Clark answered crossing his eyes teasingly at his mother who just laughed and tossed the dish towel at his face. This caused Clark to break out in laughter, too. Just then, Jonathan walked in the back door from out in the fields.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing, Dad." he giggled at Jonathans confused face. "I gotta go or…" Clark stopped in the middle of his sentence when he opened the door and saw the school bus pass right by the house.

"Well, looks like I'm gonna have to run today. Actually," He said looking at his watch, "The bus came early today. I still have time and since it's so nice out, I might just walk to school."

"Okay, son. Just be careful." His dad said in a serious tone.

"Dad," Clark smiled and walked out the door, "what's the worst that could happen?"

A/N: i wanted to write a story about Clark getting kidnapped but, i have absolutely no ideas as to where to go from here! i cant decide who he is kidnapped by or why so if you have any suggestions...let me know. its really late right now so maybe my brain is just tired. by tomorrow i might have something in mind as to where to go.