Jonathan slowly opened his eyes early the next morning and chuckled as he spotted Chris and Kyle lying by his feet, His wife was curled by his side, holding Katie in her arms. He smiled gently and nudged Chris with his foot.

"Daddy," murmured Chris.

"That'll teach ya to put my foot to sleep terd," muttered Jonathan as he disentangled himself from his wife and daughter. Reaching down he swooped up both his children in his arms. Both boys giggled as Jonathan carried them out of the room.

"You get to help daddy make breakfast for everyone.

Martha descended the stairs twenty minutes later smiling as she walked into the room, the scent of French toast filling the air. She grinned and carried Katie, still dressed in her pjs into the kitchen.

"I love Saturdays," she greeted with a grin. Jonathan turned slightly and landed a kiss on his wife's lips.

"I love you," he grinned in response.

"Good morning," greeted Kara smiling. Suddenly she stopped and turned white.

"Well good morning sunshine...honey what's wrong?" Jonathan asked.

"You're making French toast?"

"Uh, yeah you know last week we had pancakes and eggs, the week before that we had waffles this is French toast and bacon day. We do this every Saturday," Jonathan replied.

"But....but..." tears began to fill her eyes. Martha was immensely confused, and Jonathan wasn't far behind her.

"Kara, what's wrong honey?" Martha asked coming over to her daughter.

"Nothing!" cried Kara as she hurriedly ran out of the house, tears slipping down her face.

"Kara!?" Martha called.

"Has she lost weight?" Jonathan asked. Martha shook her head and hurried out the door.

"Kara!" she called after the running girl, "Kara Michelle Kent if you don't stop right this moment..." Kara did stop, she turned around to look at her mother, tears steaming down her pale skinny face. Martha suddenly couldn't remember her daughter ever looking worse.

"Mom please..."the girl began, her breathing ragged, her chest heaving, her entire body shaking.

"Honey...what on earth is wrong?"

"I...everything mom, everything is wrong, I'm wrong, Jenna is wrong, life is wrong...me starving myself is wrong...mom I..." Kara's world suddenly began to spin, she reached out for her mother, "mama," she whispered before fainting into her mother's arms.

"Oh my god...JONATHAN!" She screamed loudly for her husband.

"What...Kara!? MARTHA!?" He shouted as he hurried over to them, Martha held their eldest daughter in her arms, terrified, "what happened?"

"She just fainted, Jonathan...."

"Chris, call 911!" Jonathan yelled. They both stood beside their girl watching her breath. It took ten minutes for the ambulance to arrive. Neither paramedic said much, they rattled off some information, but nothing either parent understood.

"Can I come with you please?" Martha asked. The female paramedic nodded. Martha looked at her husband.

"Go, I'll get the kids ready, we'll be there soon," Martha nodded and kissed her husband tightly then jumped into the ambulance.

"Chris, Kyle, Katie go get ready, we're going to the hospital, Kara isn't feeling well. CLARK!" He called up the stairs. The three children hurried up the stairs to get dressed.

"CLARK LET'S GO!" Jonathan called heading up the stairs. Chris and Kyle quickly came out of their room, Jonathan handed Chris the keys and pointed down the stairs, "get Katie and get in the car, wait for me. We'll be right there," Chris nodded and grabbed Katie's hand as she came out of her room.

"DAMMIT CLARK I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!" he yelled as he flung the bathroom door open, Clark wasn't in there, which meant he was probably in his room. Annoyed with the young man he threw the second door of the morning open, and felt his heart stop, his stomach drop, his blood run cold. He clutched the bronze door knob as he stared at the sight before him. His son sat on the floor, knees drawn close to his chest, clutching a meteor rock in one hand by his wrist, slowly dragging it across his wrist.