"Clark, son hang on," Jonathan called as he scrambled towards his son. Clark felt like laughing, like he had any intentions of doing otherwise.

"Dad please," he cried.

"Just hold on baby, I'm coming," Jonathan steadily and carefully made his way over to his son.

"Give me your hand son," he called. Clark was aware of where his father was located, but he shook his head, afraid that if he let go it would all end in a flash of white light. He couldn't move, he was frozen.

"I can't dad..." he cried

"Sure you can sweetheart, just take my hand," called Jonathan.

"I can't," he gasped, "I'm afraid, I can't please daddy," he cried louder.

"Just give me your hand Clark," rationel told Jonathan that his son wasn't so invincible that he could handle a sixty to one hundred foot drop, but then again Clark had fallen a good thirty or forty out of a tree once and came out with scratches and a few bruises.

"I'll fall!"

"All right, I'll come to you buddy," Clark hung for what felt like an eternity, until he felt something grasp his ankles. He whimpered in fear.

"Shh, it's all right, I'm right behind you on the later, I've got you. It's okay to let go now," Jonathan tried to encourage.

"I can't, I'll fall," he cried. A tear running down his face, no super strength was helping him as he began to shake in fear and weakness.

"Son, you can't fall, I've got you," stated Jonathan, his hands sliding up to Clark's waist. In a feat of terror Clark let go of the roof and grasped for his father. Jonathan grabbed his son and hurried down the ladder without tipping it.

"It's all right now, you're down," his ten year old froze suddenly and turned from him. Jonathan kept his hand on Clark's back as the young boy vomited in the bushes on the side of the barn. Jonathan looked up at the roof and sighed. Somehow he had the feeling Clark would never be a big fan of heights again. Clark had never been very sure about them before, but this was icing on a cake.

"Come on let's get you inside," he whispered as he lifted the child into his arms, after Clark was finished. Clark latched to his father, much like he had the day they had found him.

"What on earth happened?" Martha asked as the two came in. Clark's face ash white and streaked with tears. Jonathan's face was also pale, he seemed just as shaken as Clark.

"Had a little mishap on the roof, I'll tell you in a minute," Jonathan placed Clark down on the table and stripped the boy's shirt off, grabbing both arms he looked them over.

Clark had scratches all along his arms, the smaller ones surprised Jonathan by healing all on their own, and the larger ones were still bleeding. Jonathan then looked at his hands, they were skinned and raw, but would probably heal fine.

"Are you hurt any where else son?" Jonathan asked. Clark shook his head, gasping for air. Clark shook his head. Jonathan sighed and applied cream to the scrapes on his arms, hands and some on his stomach. He then looked the boy in the eye.

"It's okay now," Clark shook his head again, suddenly he threw his arms around his father and sobbed. Jonathan looked at Martha and held the boy in his arms, regretting telling Clark that he could go on the roof in the first place.

"What happened Jon?" Martha asked.

"Clark asked if he could come up on the roof and help me, he was up there last year and didn't mind it. He told me shortly there after that heights made him a little edgy but he'd be willing to get up on the roof again to conquer the fear. So I told him he could come up today. He was going to go get a tool for me and I guess he lost his balance. He slid down and was holding onto the edge. I helped him down, then he lost his lunch in the bushes, "explained Jonathan.

"He was supposed to be relaxing today," stated Martha as she rubbed Clark's bare back.

"I know but... I'm sorry Clark, I wasn't thinking buddy, I should have said no," stated Jonathan. He felt horrible, and he had the feeling Clark would have nightmares about this for months.

"You're safe now sweetie," Martha whispered rubbing his back. Clark was tense, his entire body, she could feel it. He was probably sore too, super strong or not, he was still a little boy.

"Clark, why don't I help you into a nice warm bath?" Martha said looking at him. Clark looked at her and nodded timidly. She smiled and lifted her into his arms, Jonathan was about to say something, but quickly bit his tongue.