Notes:

So, continuing from here I'll be jumping around in the timeline. Sometimes it will be Callie when she's young. Sometimes it will be after they have their second child (a boy in my universe). Whatever I get inspired by I'll write and post. I might try to put them in order down the line. Hope you don't mind.


Drums

October, 2030

Clark Kent sat at the desk in the home office. He leaned back in his chair as he worked on his part of the story he was writing with his wife. He took a breath as he tried to make a connection between a trail of robberies at jewelry stores and Intergang. As he was about to continue he heard a knock and the small sound of "Dad?"

His mouth always curved up whenever either of his kids used that word. Kids. Dad. It was a blessing every day.

Clark turned his head to the doorway and saw his ten year old son standing there with hopeful eyes and his phone clutched in his hand.

"Are you busy?"

Clark shook his head. "Come on in, little man. What's up?"

Christopher Jonathan Kent, C.J. for short, smiled and walked over, extending out his phone. Clark looked at the screen and all he saw was a site for musical instruments.

"They announced at school that we can sign up to play an instrument and get lessons."

Clark nodded. He remembered when Callie had done the same thing. She had chosen the guitar and he had flashbacks to when he had tried such a feat. He constantly snapped the guitar strings and finally had given up. His daughter, on the other hand, had managed to only snap one string and it was because it was the life cycle of it...and also because she had been trying to perform a rock concert in her bedroom.

He was curious as to what his son had chosen.

"I want to do something different than Callie, but something cool."

Clark scrolled through the site and his eyes lit up at some of the prices.

"What about the trumpet?"

"Dad! What's cool about the trumpet?"

"There are a lot of cool musicians who played the trumpet." He defended.

"The only thing cool about the trumpet is how much it would annoy Callie."

Clark winced thinking about the harsh squeal of a novice trumpet player and how that would pierce all of their ears.

"What about the piano?"

C.J. made a face.

"Something cool. Right. Seems like you might have something in mind, or at least you've eliminated choices."

"I do sort of have something in mind."

"Okay. What is it?"

His son's eyes grew in size as he grabbed the phone back and quickly scrolled through to get to the desired page he wanted to show his father.

"This." C.J. said and held the phone back out.

Clark glanced down and saw the image of drums. He wasn't sure if this was better or worse than the trumpet.

"The drums?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

His son certainly had his mother's smile. He had many of her features. His eyes were a gray blue with flecks of gold. He loved that he could look at his children and pick out different parts belonging to him and Lois.

"What is it about the drums you like, besides how cool they look?"

He wanted to make sure C.J. wanted to play the drums, not just use them as an accessory.

"When I look at all the other instruments, I just think I would have more fun with the drums. The music that Mom plays, it has that Tommy Lee guy and she's always said he's more than just a drummer."

Clark cringed at the example. "That's your influence?"

C.J. could see he was starting to lose his argument and reassembled. "Or...or that other guy, that you've played in the car. That Phil guy. He's really good with the drums."

"Phil Collins." Clark supplied.

"Yeah! That guy! That one song was really cool when it was slow and then the drums came in."

"And you're going to stick with this?"

C.J. nodded adamantly.

He sighed. "Okay. Sign up for drums."

"Yes! Thanks, Dad!" His son exclaimed and then threw his arms around him.

Clark squeezed him tight before letting him run out of the room in delight. A minute later Lois popped her head through the doorway.

"He looked happy." She commented.

"Well, our son decided that drums were his passion and will be taking lessons at school."

"So, you caved in on the drums, hmm ?"

He shook his head. "I didn't cave . And like you didn't have anything to do with this."

She placed her hand on her chest and innocently asked, "Me?"

"He gave Tommy Lee as an example." He threw at her as she walked in.

"Still no poetry in you." She said as she sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Going through the guitar was one thing. Now the drums?"

"Yeah, we're becoming a regular Partridge Family. Except, you don't play an instrument." She said, poking his chest.

His eyebrows knitted together. "And you do?"

"Well, I can sing."

He let out a soft laugh. He let his hand travel up to her face and pushed some hair back over her ear.

"So, how do I get into the band?"

"Oh, I can think of a few ways." She said as she caught his lips.

They were in the middle of a blissful kiss when the yelling of their children down the hall broke them apart.

"You take the boy, I'll get the girl." Lois said against his lips.

"Deal." He breathed.


It had been a few weeks since the purchase of the drum set. Not being able to take another rendition of "Wipe Out" in the house, the set was moved to the loft of the barn in Smallville where the drums could be played until the cows came home... literally.

As Clark entered the barn, he could hear the slamming of sticks on the various parts of the set.

"Christopher Jonathan Kent, you're supposed to be doing chores right now!" He called out.

He knew his son could hear him and usually would stop the drums immediately at the sound of his voice. His daughter, however…

As he climbed the stairs he said, "Callie if you're playing with your brother's drums…"

Once he reached the top step he saw brown hair flying in the air as arms and hands rapidly moved over the drums.

"Cal-" he stopped at the first syllable when he realized who was in front of him. "Lois?!"

At the sound of her name, Lois stopped playing. She held the sticks in the air and blew the hair out of her face.

Clark crossed his arms over his chest and just shook his head.

"What?" She shrugged at his disapproving expression. "We purchased these. Technically, they're ours."

"I'm just in awe of the rock star in front of me."

She sucked her teeth and replied, "That face didn't scream awe."

"You weren't half bad." He smirked.

"I always wanted to be in a band. Instead I had to sneak out to see my boyfriend play."

His face fell and he questions started tumbling out of his mouth. "Boyfriend? What boyfriend? What did he play?"

Lois started to laugh as she stood up from the stool. "Smallville, you don't need to be jealous of an ex high school boyfriend from decades ago."

"What did he play, Lois?" He asked again, taking another step toward her.

"Me for a fool. Broke up with him after I kicked his ass." She placed her hands on her hips and grinned proudly.

He rolled his eyes.

"Lo-"

She closed their distance and cut him off with a kiss. Thoughts of ex boyfriends and bands exited his mind. As he responded he soon realized that he may not have played a musical instrument, but his fingers and hands could make his wife sing.


Callie and her brother walked back on the trail from the stalls. As they started to pass the barn they could hear the cymbals of the drum set being hit in a continuous beat.

"Is someone up there playing my drums?"

Callie wondered the same thing and as her brother started to enter the barn her eyes widened and she quickly super-sped in front of him.

"Trust me, little bro. You don't want to investigate this story."

"Why? What if the raccoon is in the barn again?"

"A raccoon didn't decide he didn't want to work, but bang on your drums all day." She said turning him and pushing him toward the farmhouse.

"But-"

"Trust me, dude. I'm saving you. Don't ask questions. And when we get into the house get the Lysol." He made a confused face and she added, "Better yet, we'll just ask Mom and Dad for a new drum set. And think of something else we want. Something tells me they'll be extra generous when we hint about the haunted set."

"Uh, okay." He shrugged.