My Hearts Desire
A/N: So I was rereading my story "Always and Forever" and I realized that I promised everyone a sequel. It took me awhile to think one up, and I have a big surprise for those who read the last story (if you're still reading this one after my huge plot-twist). The summary sucks, but the story is much better.
Summary: Takes place after my story "Always and Forever", if you haven't read that, I suggest you read that before you read this. Jonathan is now 13 years old and is just starting to come into the powers he inherited from Clark. How does he deal with it?
13-year old Jonathan sighed as he swiveled his telescope tolook towards the sky. He had started developing a recent interest in Astronomy, something he'd picked up from his father who had recently given him the telescope that had been passed on to him by Jonathan's grandfather.
Moving away from the telescope, his hand rested on the hilt of one of his Dad's swords, one his father had managed to save before he'd sold his Dad's mansion.
His dad. Jonathan had never met his dad, he'd died when Jon was just a baby. His birth was a unique one, he'd constantly been told by his father, and in the end, his Dad had ended up saving his son's life over his own.
Jonathan knew his father missed his dad terribly, even though he was married to Lana and loved her dearly, his father had only done it so that Jonathan could have a normal life.
"Jon, dinner time." he heard his step-mother, Lana Lang, call.
Jonathan sighed and stood up, stretching. He was quite tall for his age, a trait he had inherited from his father.
"What's for dinner?" he asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Spaghetti and meat balls, salad, and garlic bread." Lana replied.
"Mmm, sounds good." Clark said, walking into the kitchen. "This came for you today, Son." he said, tossing Jon a letter.
"Whose it from?" Jon asked.
"I don't know," Clark said, shrugging. "There's no return address."
Jon tore open the enevelope and frowned.
"What's it say?" Lana asked.
Jon handed the letter to Clark, who read it
Dear Jonathan,
I know you like old swords and have recently started collecting them. I thought you might like this one, it's one of your Dad's. I found it in a museum and bought it for you. I hope you enjoy it.
Be good for your mother and father.
Signed,
An old friend
"That's Lex's handwriting." Clark whispered. "I'd know it anywhere."
Lana put a hand on his shoulder. "Clark, Lex is dead, he has been for thirteen years."
"I know," Clark said. "It just looks so much like Lex's handwriting. I just wish he was here to see how Jonny has grown up, he'd be so proud of him."
"He is proud of me. Mom tells me all the time."
Clark laughed. "I forgot you were still in the room. Yes, your dad would be very proud of you. Now, let's eat, I've got something to show you, Son."
After dinner, Jonathan followed his father out to the barn. "What do you need to show me, Dad? I've got homework to do."
"I know." Clark said. "It's really something we need to talk about." he sighed and looked his son in the eye. "Remember when I told you that you had abilities and powers more than other kids your age?"
Jon nodded. "Yes, that I'm half-Kryptonian or something."
Clark nodded. "Yes, you are half-Kryptonian. And you're thirteen, about the age I was when I started developing my abilities." he explained. "So I just felt the need to tell you how to handle these abilities."
"Dad, you've told me before." Jonathan replied.
"I know," Clark said laughing. "I felt the same way when I was your age and my parents were constantly telling me to be careful. Did Grandpa ever tell you that he didn't let me play football until my senior year of High School?"
"Why?" Jon asked.
"Because I didn't know how to handle my abilities until I was about that age. That was also shortly after I met your dad..." Clark trailed off.
"Dad...Dad? Are you alright?" Jon asked softly.
"Hmm? Oh no, I'm sorry Son, I was zoning out. Why don't you go and do your homework now."
Jonathan nodded and stood up, going upstairs to start his homework.