The Kent Family Chronicles
One Big Happy Family
Stephanie
Summary: What Clark's life might have been like with siblings. The trials, the tribulations, and the moments of pure love and happiness. Throw in a cute puppy and a kitten and you have yourself one great story!
Characters: The year will be 2001: Clark: 15, Kara: 12, Kyle: 5, Chris: 5, Katherine: 3
Disclaimer: I would love to own them, but the only people I claim to own are Kyle, Chris and Katie. Kara is my own creation as well in idea, becuase she's not supergirl, she's just your average girl based on a good friend of mine.
Please give me feedback! Forgive grammar errors.

This story begins with Clark and continues to tell the story of how each member of the family came to the family. Once that part is told I will move on to shorter stories of the family together.

Chapter One: Clark Jerome Kent
Smallville, Kansas
October 1989

Martha placed the little boy on the floor as she leaned over and turned the bath tub faucet on warm. She looked back at Clark; the child was now shivering slightly, probably from fear than cold. He held the blanket around his shoulders tightly.

Jonathan stood leaning against the door frame of the master bathroom, trying to distance himself from the boy. Not wanting to get involved with this little boy. He had been surprised by Martha's comment about Clark being adopted. He knew they had to adopt them now, and Jonathan wasn't exactly ecstatic with the idea. Unlike his wife Martha, Jonathan thought through things...constantly. He saw the downside to having this child as their own.

The first bad thing was this child was obviously not from around here. In fact the boy put a whole new spin on "We're not in Kansas anymore Toto." It didn't take a genius to figure out that Spaceship, meteor rocks, and mysterious boy didn't equal out to human. The second thing was there could very well be someone out there looking for this little boy, and Jonathan had no desire to get involved in a custody battle with potential aliens. The third was this child had no history, nothing, no one knew anything about him, except that he had landed in some spaceship, he was small for his age...however old that was, and that he was naked and very strong. What the hell would he even put on the adoption forms?

"Okay Clark, I'm going to give you a bath now," Jonathan was snapped from his thoughts as he watched the little boy Martha had dubbed Clark, nod. He dropped the blanket and reached out for Martha. She easily lifted him into the warm tub and smiled as he splashed a little in the water.

She reached over and gently began to wash his hair with some shampoo. He seemed to be a laid back child, perhaps he wasn't so alien after all: he liked baths. Jonathan had to bite back the grin that threatened as the little boy patted Martha's hands, as though trying to help him shampoo his hair. She chuckled softly.

"Martha..." Jonathan began, but Martha stood and looked at him, he could see the fury behind her blue gray eyes. She could be just as stubborn as him, and he knew it.

"Finish giving your son a bath Jon, I'll get him some clothes," stated Martha brushing past him. Jonathan sighed. He adored Martha, and knew that above all else she wanted a child, more than anything. The doctors had told them it would never happen, Martha was a broken woman because of it. However, as Jonathan looked at the little toddler in their care, and in their tub, he realized he was the glue that could hold them together.

"Well..." moving to the tub, Jonathan looked down at the small boy. The little boy craned his neck back and looked up at Jonathan with those big blue eyes. Suddenly he began to whimper and squirm as the shampoo began to get into his eyes. He reached his hands to try and rub it, however, they were also covered in soap, "no, wait, here," Jonathan gently wiped the suds away from his little eyes, as the boy breathed quickly from the burning. Sighing Jonathan removed his flannel shirt and hurriedly rinsed the rest of the soap suds from the little boy's hair. He then grabbed a large blue fluffy towel and looked at the young boy, "stand please," he directed. As told, the boy stood, extending his arms to Jonathan.

Jonathan marveled at the depth of this child's trust that he was willing to latch onto the two people he didn't know from atom. He was willing to rely completely on them. As Jonathan thought about this he felt his heart melt a little more, suddenly finding it comforting that such a small being needed him so dependently. Jonathan found himself realizing that he needed the child just as badly.

With a soft smile Jonathan lifted the boy into his arms and pulled him close, wrapping the towel around him. With a deep sigh, that no child should ever have to use, Clark leaned his head against Jonathan's shoulder. Legs wrapped around his waist, and arms about his neck, Jonathan realized that for the first time, Clark probably felt safe.

"No one will ever hurt you again," he whispered.

"I'm glad you agree," stated Martha, startling her husband. He turned, Martha felt her heart melt at the sight of her handsome and strong husband holding the tiny little boy in his arms. The boy looked completely relaxed in his grip and yet he was latching to Jonathan as though he were the last life line left in the boy's world.

Jonathan had no history of being a dad, yet Martha could already tell he loved it and was going to be great at it. Jonathan leaned his head against the dampened hair, their eyes looking into her's.

He already fit so perfectly into the family, he had their blue green eyes, and Jonathan's puppy dog face. Martha could see that the child was also going to gain Jonathan's stubbornness.

"Are you ready to be a daddy?" she inquired. Jonathan paused, weighing his options. The option in his arms, clutching his shirt was suddenly the only option Jonathan could see in front of him.

He couldn't imagine the rest of his life without this innocent little toddler, so needy and loving. He pressed a kiss to the wet hair and smiled, "not that I have a choice, but yeah I think I am."

TBC