Author's Note: A.L. Nowicki is also writing about little!Clark's encounters with a meteor rock, and I know that this may be similar, but I promise i'm not copying her! Thanks! Besides, I wrote this one back in 2010.

Disclaimer: I laugh at the thought that Smallville could belong to me.

Clark was eating his pancakes, staring at Jonathan read the paper and Martha make a second serving for his father.

"Clark, buddy, how would you like to go for a walk in the woods?" Jonathan asked his 3 year old son. The little boy cocked his head.

"You know those big trees out there? Would you like to go for a walk in them?"

Slowly, Clark nodded and got up from his chair. In a split second, he had his shoes on, and he grinned. "Ready, Daddy."

Jonathan laughed, while Martha smiled. "Jonathan, be sure to watch him. Make sure he doesn't fall into a ditch or something." she said worriedly.

Jonathan just got up from his chair and kissed his wife on the cheek. "He'll be fine. I'll be back around 10 to work on the farm, sweetheart."

With that, he took Clark's hand and they walked to the edge of the fields.

Clark watched all the little living creatures with awe, holding tightly to his father's hand. Though they'd been walking for over 40 minutes, he wasn't tired. He jumped behind his father when a deer crossed the path, and made a gasping noise when he saw the squirrels jumping from tree to tree.

"You like the squirrels, sport?" Jonathan laughed.

Clark nodded and smiled. "Fluffy."

Turning his attention to the outskirts of the trail, he pointed to an odd rock, which was green. Grunting to get his father's attention, tugging on his shirt. "Weird rocky, Daddy?"

"That's a meteor rock, son. It came from the sky." Jonathan smiled. Seeing his son slow his pace, he asked, "Do you want to rest here for a bit?"

Clark nodded and sat on a rock. Jonathan gave him a bottle of water, and he took the plastic bottle in his little hands, chugging the water. Grinning, he wiped his mouth.

Jonathan kept smiling, and lay back on the log he sat next to. "Nice, isn't it, Clark?"

"Fun." he heard Clark giggle.

Clark walked closer to the green rock, and picked it up. Almost immediately, an odd feeling boiled through his body. He recognized it as pain, though he'd never felt it. Occasionally he fell down, and it hurt, but this was different.

It was agony.

He yelped, and dropped the rock, as if it was on fire, breaking into pieces. He dropped to his side along with it, and one of the shards landed into his arm, making him scream. Jonathan heard him immediately and he was at Clark's side in a flash.

"Clark! Buddy, what's wrong?" Jonathan was scared. Clark had never acted like this before.

Whimpering, Clark gripped his father's shirt, feeling strength being sapped from his body. Desperate, he wanted to say something, but no sound came out, causing tears to stream down his face.

"Clark, hey, come on. What's wrong? Is it just your arm, Clark? Is that the only thing that hurts?"

Clark had no answer. He stared at his father's concerned eyes with terror in his own.

"I'm going to take you home, okay? Mommy will help you. Daddy and Mommy will make it better, okay, buddy?"

Clark just whimpered again, feeling his skin hot and clammy, his mop of dark hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

He felt his father lift him up in his arms…

Holding his son close, Jonathan walked, almost ran, as fast as he could to the house. Clark was limp now, no longer crying.

"Oh God," Jonathan said, realizing Clark was unconscious. "Martha!"

A/N: Eek! Poor Clarkie! Sorry for the cliffhanger! Next chapter will be up tomorrow, since I already wrote this part a long while ago.

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