Clark's sense of smell woke up before anything else. He lay there in a blissful state between being fully awake and asleep just enjoying the feeling and the smell of breakfast being cooked. He groggily opened his eyes and put a hand up to shield himself from the brightness of the morning.

He felt safe for a moment like he had just woken up from a bad dream, but he knew everything was okay now. Then he looked over at Peter, who was still asleep, and he saw the ace bandage sticking out from where his cover had slipped down. He knew then, it wasn't just a bad dream, all the events of the night before came back to him. He reached his hand up to his head and grunted slightly because it was still slightly tender to the touch.

Martha heard the small noise and hoped she hadn't been making too much noise in preparing breakfast. Clark's stomach began to demand to be fed, so he slowly got up and walked over to the kitchen. He saw the look of worry flicker across his mom's face before she quickly hid it behind a smile.

"Good morning," Martha spoke quietly so not to disturb Peter. "Sleep well?"

Clark grabbed a piece of bacon before answering. "Yeah, I did." Clark surveyed all the food prepared. "Mom, you cooked enough to feed an army."

"Well," Martha countered. "You know I cook when I'm worried."

Silence fell between them for a moment before Clark spoke again. "Mom, I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me." He gave her a smile to try and emphasize that fact.

"You just don't know what it was like to see you barely able to stand with that horrible gash on your head." Martha reached up to touch the spot causing Clark to wince slightly. Martha looked at him worriedly. "It's okay, Mom." Clark said trying to relieve her worry. "Its just still a little sore."

Peter had woke up and had listened to the family discussion, but didn't want to intrude so he just stayed where he was. That and he still wasn't sure if moving was an option he wanted right now.

Martha couldn't hold the question she had been wanting to ask any longer. "Clark, what happened?"

Clark hesitated for a second, he didn't know if he really wanted to tell her and have her worry more about him. Clark was saved for the moment from having to answer the question by a loud groan in the living room.

Martha and Clark turned around to see Peter trying unsuccessfully to get out of the chair without making any noise. Matha rushed over to Peter. "Don't strain yourself." She then reached out to him. "Here, let me help."

Peter finally managed to get up out of the chair, this time with only a small grunt. Peter looked slightly embarrassed at having to be helped. "Thanks."

"You are most welcome." Martha answered. "Don't even think about asking for help. No need to be stubborn. We have enough stubborn men around here already." Peter couldn't help but grin at the remark and the look on Clark's face when he heard it. "Okay, I'll do that."

"See, Clark you should be more sensible, like Peter" Martha said in a teasing tone.

"I can't let Dad be the only stubborn one around here." Clark retorted.

"What is this about me being stubborn?" Jonathan asked as he came in the door. "Have they been telling stories on me again?"

Peter raised his good arm. "I plead the fifth."

Martha grinned. "I just told Peter he didn't need to be stubborn and try to refuse help because we had enough stubborn men on this farm already."

Jonathan turned back to Peter. "I guess she neglected to mention the stubborn woman that lives here."

Peter waved his arm letting everyone know he was not going to get in the middle of this conversation.

Martha just glared at Jonathan for a moment before smiling. "Go wash up your breakfast is getting cold."