"Jonathan, I just don't know what to do. What if he is a good person? We
can't keep Lana from being friends with Clark just because... you know."
Martha said, unsure.
"Martha? You can't be serious, he was raised a LUTHER, he isn't that sweet innocent little boy you knew. You know what Luthers are like! They hurt everyone in their path, and I don't plan on Lana being on of those people." Jonathan said.
"Well... We can't just forbid her to see him... what if we told her, Jonathan?" Martha asked.
"No... Martha, no." Jonathan shook his head.
"Well, she will find out some time. Oh my gawd, Jonathan, what if... what if HE tells her?" Martha looked scared, "You have to tell her before someone else does."
"No, Martha, I doubt Clark even knows, if he did, why would he come here? You saw the look on his face, he didn't remember us at all. And I'm positive that Lionel wouldn't tell him, and if he did, you can be sure it was his version of what happened." Jonathan explained.
"Jonathan..." Martha didn't want to face this subject, but they had put it off for so many years, "He deserves to know, if not about us, about... how he came here."
"I thought we agreed we were never going to bring that up to anyone, especially Clark." Jonathan looked stressed. "I'm not getting mixed up in the path of the Luther's again. After we adopted Lana, we moved on with our lives, and the past is the past.
"You're right, but I can't help but feel like... keeping the truth about Clark from Lana is going to come back to bite us." Martha said.
"What?" Lana said angry, as she came down the stairs, catching the last part of their conversation.
"Lana." Martha's eyes looked to Jonathan's with panic.
"What do you know about Clark?" Lana demanded.
"Lana, listen, it's none of your business." Jonathan didn't know what else to say.
"No. It is my business, Clark is my best friend, and earlier you said I should never hang out with him. You know something." Lana could read her parents so easily.
"Lana, your father just meant that... the Luthers, they aren't good people. You can't deny it anymore than I can." Martha said trying to cover it up.
"I'll admit that Clark's father and brother aren't the greatest people, but Clark isn't like that. He's different." If only they knew how different, Lana thought.
But they did know, and that scared them even more. Clark was powerful and different, and who knows what he is capable of.
"Fine, you want to lie to me, go ahead!" Lana ran back upstairs.
"Do you get the feeling something bad is happening, Clark?" Lana asked him as he walked her home.
"Ya, but I can't figure it out." They sat down, just outside Lana's property, they both knew it wasn't a good idea for Clark to be over there.
"My parents know something, and they won't tell me." Lana confessed, "Something about you."
"How would they know something about me? Do you think they say me use one of my abilities?" Clark asked worried.
"I donno, maybe, but I don't see why they wouldn't tell me that. They have seen other people who were infected by the meteor rocks." Lana said.
"I wasn't infected by the meteor rocks." Clark finally got around to telling her.
"How else would you explain your abilities?" Lana asked.
"I don't know." Clark felt really weak, "By my father apparently knew from the beginning that I wasn't, he just didn't feel the need to tell me." Clark said breathing hard.
"But how can he know?" Lana asked, observing Clark's physical reaction to this topic, it must really bother him.
"He had test done, that compared me..." Clark bent over grabbing his stomach.
"Clark, are you okay?" Lana asked concerned.
"Um... ya... sometimes I get like this, but it goes away." Clark said.
"What's wrong?" Lana had never seen Clark sick or hurt before, after all he was bullet proof. But Clark didn't seem to worried about it.
"I just get weak and kind of dizzy..." Clark said feeling worse, and laying stretched out on the ground.
"Clark, I should get you help." Lana said pulling out Clark's cell phone from his jeans. "Who should I call?" knowing she couldn't call a regular doctor.
Clark was going to tell her not to call anyone, he would be fine, but he was getting worse, not better. Usually he just walked this thing off... "Call my dad, his number is on the phone."
"Okay." Lana dialed the number.
"Clark, I'm in a meeting." Lionel said, recognizing the number on the caller ID.
"This isn't Clark. I'm Lana, his friend. Um, I.. sorry... Clark isn't doing so good." Lana didn't know what to say.
"What?" Lionel asked annoyed.
"He is sick. He can't stand and he looks like he is going to pass out. He told me to call you, because... well no one else knows... um..." Lana felt so stupid.
"Where is he? I'll come get him." Lionel said immediately. Something was wrong, Clark doesn't get sick.
"Do you know where the Kent farm is?" Lana asked, panicking, not thinking to give the address. "I'm going to try and bring him inside."
"Okay, tell Clark to wait for me, and not to call anyone else, I'll be there as soon as I can." Lionel said hanging up. The first thought that came to mind was, What had the Kents done to him? He immediately left his meeting to go help his con.
"Clark?" Lana said kneeling down next to him, "Clark, can you hear me?"
"Ya..." Clark said breathing hard. "Is my dad coming?"
"He'll be here. But Clark, we should get you inside, can you stand?" Lana asked.
"I don't know." Clark said using all his strength to sit up.
"I can try and help you." She said lifting him to his feet, he was so heavy.
"Ah..." Clark said as he collapsed back to the ground.
"Clark... you're bleeding." Lana said as she looked at the cut he received on his arm, from the fall.
"What?" Clark sounded alarmed. "I've never..."
"Clark?" Lana said worried. "Oh my god."
Lana tried to think of what to do, what was happening to Clark? He was getting worse, it was happening so fast, she didn't understand it, and she couldn't carry him in, he was too heavy. Lana needed to get her parents; her house was so close...
"Clark, it's okay... I'm going to go get my parents... you're going to be okay." Lana told him.
"No..." Clark could barely get out before he went unconscious.
"Lana, what's wrong?" Martha asked as an out of breath Lana came running into the house. Jonathan looked up at her worriedly.
"I don't know, I was just talking to Clark and he like passed out, you guys have to help him, he is bleeding." It was only a scrape, but blood on Clark was so scary.
"Clark's here?" Jonathan reacted.
"Dad, just help him." Lana said as she ran out the door, assuming her parents were following her, to where Clark's body was sprawled out on the grass.
Jonathan slowly knelt down next to the boy, and felt his pulse. "His pulse is so slow..."
"What's wrong with him?" Lana asked looking to her father, who always had the answers.
"I don't know, Lana." Jonathan said as a black car pulled up and Lionel stepped out of it.
"Get away form him." Lionel instructed, as he knelt by his son, "Clark... Clark..." He shook Clark, but found no response. "What did you do to him?" but he didn't wait for a response, but instructed 2 men that were with him, to bring Clark into the car.
"Let me come with him." Lana begged as she saw Clark being loaded into the back seat of the car, still unconscious.
"No. Keep his phone, you can tell me what happened later." Lionel directed.
Lana hadn't realized she was squeezing his phone in her left hand for dear life.
"What the..." Lionel said looking over his son's body, "Why is there gravel imbedded in his back?"
"I was trying to help him inside, and he fell." Lana said feeling guilty.
Lionel briefly looked at the green fragments mixed in with the little rocks, and he brushed off Clark's back, and got in the car.
"Stay away from, Clark." Lionel said coldly looking at Jonathan with pure hatred in his eyes, "What did you do to him?"
Jonathan replied with equal hatred, "I didn't tell him anything, if that is what you're asking."
Lionel drove off.
Okay, please R&R You can now anonymously review, sorry I didn't catch it earlier.
"Martha? You can't be serious, he was raised a LUTHER, he isn't that sweet innocent little boy you knew. You know what Luthers are like! They hurt everyone in their path, and I don't plan on Lana being on of those people." Jonathan said.
"Well... We can't just forbid her to see him... what if we told her, Jonathan?" Martha asked.
"No... Martha, no." Jonathan shook his head.
"Well, she will find out some time. Oh my gawd, Jonathan, what if... what if HE tells her?" Martha looked scared, "You have to tell her before someone else does."
"No, Martha, I doubt Clark even knows, if he did, why would he come here? You saw the look on his face, he didn't remember us at all. And I'm positive that Lionel wouldn't tell him, and if he did, you can be sure it was his version of what happened." Jonathan explained.
"Jonathan..." Martha didn't want to face this subject, but they had put it off for so many years, "He deserves to know, if not about us, about... how he came here."
"I thought we agreed we were never going to bring that up to anyone, especially Clark." Jonathan looked stressed. "I'm not getting mixed up in the path of the Luther's again. After we adopted Lana, we moved on with our lives, and the past is the past.
"You're right, but I can't help but feel like... keeping the truth about Clark from Lana is going to come back to bite us." Martha said.
"What?" Lana said angry, as she came down the stairs, catching the last part of their conversation.
"Lana." Martha's eyes looked to Jonathan's with panic.
"What do you know about Clark?" Lana demanded.
"Lana, listen, it's none of your business." Jonathan didn't know what else to say.
"No. It is my business, Clark is my best friend, and earlier you said I should never hang out with him. You know something." Lana could read her parents so easily.
"Lana, your father just meant that... the Luthers, they aren't good people. You can't deny it anymore than I can." Martha said trying to cover it up.
"I'll admit that Clark's father and brother aren't the greatest people, but Clark isn't like that. He's different." If only they knew how different, Lana thought.
But they did know, and that scared them even more. Clark was powerful and different, and who knows what he is capable of.
"Fine, you want to lie to me, go ahead!" Lana ran back upstairs.
"Do you get the feeling something bad is happening, Clark?" Lana asked him as he walked her home.
"Ya, but I can't figure it out." They sat down, just outside Lana's property, they both knew it wasn't a good idea for Clark to be over there.
"My parents know something, and they won't tell me." Lana confessed, "Something about you."
"How would they know something about me? Do you think they say me use one of my abilities?" Clark asked worried.
"I donno, maybe, but I don't see why they wouldn't tell me that. They have seen other people who were infected by the meteor rocks." Lana said.
"I wasn't infected by the meteor rocks." Clark finally got around to telling her.
"How else would you explain your abilities?" Lana asked.
"I don't know." Clark felt really weak, "By my father apparently knew from the beginning that I wasn't, he just didn't feel the need to tell me." Clark said breathing hard.
"But how can he know?" Lana asked, observing Clark's physical reaction to this topic, it must really bother him.
"He had test done, that compared me..." Clark bent over grabbing his stomach.
"Clark, are you okay?" Lana asked concerned.
"Um... ya... sometimes I get like this, but it goes away." Clark said.
"What's wrong?" Lana had never seen Clark sick or hurt before, after all he was bullet proof. But Clark didn't seem to worried about it.
"I just get weak and kind of dizzy..." Clark said feeling worse, and laying stretched out on the ground.
"Clark, I should get you help." Lana said pulling out Clark's cell phone from his jeans. "Who should I call?" knowing she couldn't call a regular doctor.
Clark was going to tell her not to call anyone, he would be fine, but he was getting worse, not better. Usually he just walked this thing off... "Call my dad, his number is on the phone."
"Okay." Lana dialed the number.
"Clark, I'm in a meeting." Lionel said, recognizing the number on the caller ID.
"This isn't Clark. I'm Lana, his friend. Um, I.. sorry... Clark isn't doing so good." Lana didn't know what to say.
"What?" Lionel asked annoyed.
"He is sick. He can't stand and he looks like he is going to pass out. He told me to call you, because... well no one else knows... um..." Lana felt so stupid.
"Where is he? I'll come get him." Lionel said immediately. Something was wrong, Clark doesn't get sick.
"Do you know where the Kent farm is?" Lana asked, panicking, not thinking to give the address. "I'm going to try and bring him inside."
"Okay, tell Clark to wait for me, and not to call anyone else, I'll be there as soon as I can." Lionel said hanging up. The first thought that came to mind was, What had the Kents done to him? He immediately left his meeting to go help his con.
"Clark?" Lana said kneeling down next to him, "Clark, can you hear me?"
"Ya..." Clark said breathing hard. "Is my dad coming?"
"He'll be here. But Clark, we should get you inside, can you stand?" Lana asked.
"I don't know." Clark said using all his strength to sit up.
"I can try and help you." She said lifting him to his feet, he was so heavy.
"Ah..." Clark said as he collapsed back to the ground.
"Clark... you're bleeding." Lana said as she looked at the cut he received on his arm, from the fall.
"What?" Clark sounded alarmed. "I've never..."
"Clark?" Lana said worried. "Oh my god."
Lana tried to think of what to do, what was happening to Clark? He was getting worse, it was happening so fast, she didn't understand it, and she couldn't carry him in, he was too heavy. Lana needed to get her parents; her house was so close...
"Clark, it's okay... I'm going to go get my parents... you're going to be okay." Lana told him.
"No..." Clark could barely get out before he went unconscious.
"Lana, what's wrong?" Martha asked as an out of breath Lana came running into the house. Jonathan looked up at her worriedly.
"I don't know, I was just talking to Clark and he like passed out, you guys have to help him, he is bleeding." It was only a scrape, but blood on Clark was so scary.
"Clark's here?" Jonathan reacted.
"Dad, just help him." Lana said as she ran out the door, assuming her parents were following her, to where Clark's body was sprawled out on the grass.
Jonathan slowly knelt down next to the boy, and felt his pulse. "His pulse is so slow..."
"What's wrong with him?" Lana asked looking to her father, who always had the answers.
"I don't know, Lana." Jonathan said as a black car pulled up and Lionel stepped out of it.
"Get away form him." Lionel instructed, as he knelt by his son, "Clark... Clark..." He shook Clark, but found no response. "What did you do to him?" but he didn't wait for a response, but instructed 2 men that were with him, to bring Clark into the car.
"Let me come with him." Lana begged as she saw Clark being loaded into the back seat of the car, still unconscious.
"No. Keep his phone, you can tell me what happened later." Lionel directed.
Lana hadn't realized she was squeezing his phone in her left hand for dear life.
"What the..." Lionel said looking over his son's body, "Why is there gravel imbedded in his back?"
"I was trying to help him inside, and he fell." Lana said feeling guilty.
Lionel briefly looked at the green fragments mixed in with the little rocks, and he brushed off Clark's back, and got in the car.
"Stay away from, Clark." Lionel said coldly looking at Jonathan with pure hatred in his eyes, "What did you do to him?"
Jonathan replied with equal hatred, "I didn't tell him anything, if that is what you're asking."
Lionel drove off.
Okay, please R&R You can now anonymously review, sorry I didn't catch it earlier.