Martha Kent The Arthur Dent…
A/N: the pointlessness returns, with another episode 'people who turn into things that sound like their names' series. This idea suggested by Markmark261 yep, I'm not even thinking them up anymore. I'm just that lazy. Or if you look at it another way, I'm taking requests!
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville I wouldn't do this to it. Since I don't I shall.
Martha Kent had often thought that the life she led wasn't the one she was destined to play. She'd been happy enough, she supposed, when her husband had been around and the weird things that happened in her life still entertained her occasionally, but she just wasn't satisfied anymore.
She oughtn't be unhappy, she mused: she'd had a good marriage, raised an alien son to become a superhero and oh so much more. But that was all in the past, and she now she was itching to be someone else.
When Lana had disappeared, around the same time that llama had arrived on their farm, she'd considered dying her hair and taking over that role. She'd always thought she'd make a better Lana Lang than Lana, although she didn't really fancy having a relationship with her son, but since he was adopted she figured it would be ok. She never did it though, firstly because Johnathon was still alive and secondly because Chloe got there first. Slightly later, when Chloe disappeared, she considered doing it again, but Lana didn't seem such a good choice then: Clark had long since gotten over her and was flying about in Metropolis somewhere, wearing that ridiculous costume that he'd made himself, (despite what he told the media), and saving the world. Lex was evil; she couldn't say she hadn't seen that one coming and the llama in her field had gained a hat.
Sitting down in her living room, immersed in these grim thoughts and wrapped up in her dressing gown she wondered what she could do to make her life more interesting: perhaps she should take up pottery. Unfortunately for Martha that was not to be, and fate had something much more peculiar store: with a flash of light she found herself waking up in bed. Except it wasn't her bed, nor was it, in fact, her body. Glancing in the mirror she recognised her self from a 20-year-old British TV show, which in all rights being a fictional American she shouldn't have watched, and swore as she realised who she was. As a loud bulldozer type noise sounded outside, she also cottoned on to what was about to happen: the world was about to end. Still, it'd be all right: she was Arthur Dent now and he survived the Apocalypse. Walking outside to attempt to follow the plot of the story as best she remembered it, she sighed, she really shouldn't have wished for something to happen. On the bright side, at least she wasn't a record.
A/N well there ya go all. what do you think? all reviews welcome, though bare in mind its just a bit of fun.