Wow you guys are awesome, thanks for all the great reviews, I enjoy writing this as much as you enjoy reading it. I'll be placing up a part of a chapter tomorrow afternoon or late evening. Then one Satruday mid afternoon probably. Then you won't get one until Monday night or Tuesday morning because I'm going out of town until Monday sometime. But please feel free to review!

September 1994

A year went by before things ever started to change between the Kent Children. Clark and Kara enjoyed one another's company. Martha and Jonathan loved watching their children play together. Even more they loved saying 'their children'. Clark was happier, and so was Kara. It was obvious the two shared a very special bond. That was until Clark went into the third grade, and Kara entered Kindergarten.

"Dad, dad," called Clark as entered the kitchen later that evening. He had been working on his report most of the evening, however he had a few parts left to write and he wanted his dad's help.

"Yeah kiddo?" Jonathan asked as he sat beside his daughter, helping her with he letters.

"Dad, could you help me with my report?" Clark asked, holding up the paper.

"Ah, can it wait son, your sister's having some trouble with her ABC's, and I'd really like to help her get the hang of this," explained Jonathan.

"Well it's..." Clark paused and realized his dad had never even looked up at him. Clark sighed and lowered the paper, he looked over at his mother, who looked sadly at him, "yeah," he whispered as he headed back upstairs.

Martha watched her son, and then looked back at her husband, that had been happening a lot lately. Martha didn't blame Jonathan or Kara for it; Kara adored her daddy and always went to him for help. Being a good father, Jonathan always gave the time to her. Leaving Clark sometimes to fend for himself.

Clark had asked his father, four nights in a row, for help on the report he was currently doing. Each time Jonathan had asked the boy if it could wait. Clark's response was always the same, probably trying to be the good big brother and son. She sighed.

"Jonathan..."

"Martha..." Jonathan replied in the same tone as he looked up at her; however one look from his wife told him something was very wrong, "what's wrong?" he asked, seemingly oblivious.

"Nothing," stated Martha as she headed upstairs. Clark sat on his bed silently, staring at a picture he held in his lap. He looked up hopefully as his door opened. His face fell when he saw it was his mother.

"Nice to see you too," she chuckled. He smiled hesitantly. Grinning she sat down on the bed beside him and looked at him, "wanna talk about it?"

"I love Kara, mom, she's great. I'm glad we adopted her, but..."

"But she's steeling your daddy's affection?" Clark nodded.

"Mommy, I'm not a little boy anymore, I don't always wanna be loved and hugged by you or dad when I'm around my friends..."

"But at home it's different?" Clark nodded slightly, "are you a little jealous?" she asked.

"I guess so, daddy always helped me with my homework...mom this report is really important, to me and to class. I have to present it at the end of next week."

"Is it just this report or that math homework you haven't turned in this week," Clark's eyes grew wide, "your teacher called me today, don't worry I'm not mad. Your dad always helped you in math."

"It's not his fault, Kara needs him more," whispered Clark. Martha sighed and lifted Clark from under the arms so he was seated in her lap, she then wrapped her arms around him and leaned her forehead against his.

"His son needs him just as much. Clark, the point to adopting Kara was to give you somebody you could be around and care about. Someone to share your secrets with, it wasn't to take attention away from you. I will talk to your dad tonight about this when you and Kara go to bed. However until then, how about I help you with that report?" Clark looked at her and smiled.

"Really?" he asked.

"Sure thing, on one condition," he looked at her, raising an eyebrow, "you help me make dinner," he grinned widely.

"Okay!" he said. She smiled and stood up, taking his hand.

"Mommy," he paused and looked at her before they left the room, "what's a hero?" he asked.

"Wow, why do you ask Clark?" Martha asked surprised.

"Cause we have to write the report on a hero or someone we adm...admi... we look up too," Martha had to bit back her chuckle as she looked at the innocent face.

"A hero is someone who has done something for your or someone else that's so great they are seen as almost godlike. Um, it's a little hard to explain, someone with strength, and courage, enough they could do anything."

"Thanks mommy," he said smiling. Grinning she kissed his on the cheek and lifted him into her arms.

"Anything for you baby," she said carrying him downstairs.

"Well they're both sound asleep," stated Jonathan Kent as he descended the stairs. Martha looked up at him from where she sat on the couch.

"Good, because we need to talk," she stated softly. He nodded and sat down beside her.

"About what darling?" He asked leaning over and kissing her, she chuckled and put her hand on his chest.

"Save that for after this conversation, this is important sweetie," he nodded and pulled away, becoming serious.

"Okay, what's going on?" He asked.

"Jonathan, how many children do we have?" He raised an eye brow and chuckled.

"At the moment two, did you want more?" He grinned.

"I'm serious Jonathan, we have two children, so tell me, when's the last time you spoke to Clark?"

"I talked to him..."

"Telling him you're too busy with Kara to help him doesn't count. Clark adores you Jonathan, and he misses his dad. He understands that Kara needs help and that she's just as important as she is, but that doesn't mean he needs to suffer or feel less important. He does Jonathan, your son feels less important and jealous of Kara. He feels lost, he feels like you two lost your relationship. Your always working when he gets up, and when he gets home, so he heads upstairs like the good son to do his homework, when he needs your help you're already helping Kara."

"So what you want me to stop helping her?" Martha glared at him.

"Jonathan, don't be ridiculous, she's our daughter, and I love her, but I love Clark just as much. I don't want those two growing up hating each other because they're always trying to fight for our affection. Jonathan we love both our children in equally in this house. I'm not asking for you to stop working with our daughter, I'm asking you to try to make time for both of them. If we have to we'll switch, one day I'll work with Clark and you'll work with Kara, then we'll switch the next time. But we will not let our children think we love one or the other more," Jonathan looked at her.

"I didn't mean to make him feel that way, I was just trying..." Martha placed a finger to his lip.

"I know, and so does he. Your son is a very smart boy, he knows you love him, I don't think he's ever doubted that, but sometimes we have to showtoo, instead of just telling them. Now you go showyour son you love him," she said smiling. He leaned over, leaning over the top of her, kissing her.

"Then I'll be back to show someone else I love her," Martha giggled slightly and watched as Jonathan lifted himself from the couch and headed upstairs. She smiled and watched him, she adored him, and even more she adored her two babies.

Jonathan smiled as he entered the room, Clark was turned on his stomach, arms stretched out under the pillow, as he slept soundly. Jonathan sat down on the edge and gently rubbed circles in over the boy's back.

"Clark, wake up buddy," he called. Clark slowly opened his hazel blue eyes and looked up at his dad.

"What's wrong?" Clark asked tiredly. Jonathan smiled softly, he reached down and lifted his son from his warm safe haven.

"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you I love you, and I'm sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you," Clark looked at his father, as though still waking up, then threw his arms around his father's neck.

"I love you daddy, I know you were just trying to help Kara feel like she's apart of the family," he whimpered. Jonathan pulled Clark away and looked at him seriously for a moment.

"That's true, but I can't forget the other part of that family, and that's you. You're my son, and I love you, nothing will ever change that son," Jonathan said hugging his son tightly.

"I know dad," whispered Clark smiling.

Parent's night at Smallville Elementary school had finally arrived. They had gone to Kara's class first, as planned, then headed to Clark's. Mrs. Cleaver had selected three of the student's reports from the prior week to be read in front of the students and parents. Clark hadn't told his mom or dad he was one of the three. In fact it had been him, Lana and Pete Ross.

Martha and Jonathan smiled as Pete stood up in front of the class and began to read his report about his hero, his big brother Mike. Everyone clapped as he finished the report. Lana gave her horse, who had helped her win a state championship. However, it was to their surprise that Clark was next. He stood proud and tall and held out his paper.

"My Hero, by Clark Kent. Some may say Batman, or Spiderman are their heroes, and I guess those guys are worthy of such words. After all, my mom told me that a hero is someone who is strong, brave and deserves such titles. She said a hero can be someone who saves other people or just a person you see everyday. By my hero doesn't fly, or leap off buildings attached to a piece of web. My hero doesn't drive a cool car, and they're not really famous. My heroes are everyday people who are filled with love, and give great hugs. My first hero is a girl, but she's not like other girls, she doesn't cry when she sees blood, at least not that I know of, and she doesn't hate bugs. She's strong, smart and she's always there when I need her. She always has a spot for me on her lap, and a hug for me every morning or night. She greets at me at the door everyday when I get home with warm cookies, cold milk and bunches of love. She can do anything, my first hero is my mom," he looked up and saw his mother trying not to cry, his dad looked proud, "my second hero is just as strong, he's the best, he can do anything with his hands. When I was a lot younger, he used to lift me over his head like I was flying and call me super-boy. He always has time for me and my little sister, he tries to teach me something new everyday. My second hero is my dad because he protects and loves me, just like my mom," he looked up, his eyes shining with pride, and looked to his parents. Their eyes mirroring a similar look.

All the parents seemed to be having a similar reaction. Clark smiled and ran to his parents, jumping in his mother and father's arms, not caring about being embarrassed.

Jonathan smiled as he held his son close, hugging him. He would tell his son how proud he was. But right now he was just concentrating on not crying. Parents night ended as Clark and Kara shared stories on the way home.

That evening Martha and Jonathan put their children to sleep, when they came to Clark's room they smiled, "we're really proud of you Clark," Martha said smiling. Clark grinned and reached out, hugging his mother tightly.

"We love you too Clark," stated Jonathan. He smiled and hugged his daddy, but remained in his mother's arms.

"Thank you for saving me, and Kara," they smiled and kissed him on the head. Martha placed him on the bed and covered him up with the blankets.

"Clark, it was our pleasure," stated Martha with a soft smile.