BOOM BOOM!

I wasnt sure if it was the loud crash that woke me up or my head hitting the hardwood floor. Looking around i realized that i had somehow managed to sleep walk into the barn, climb up into the hay loft, and trip over one of Uncle Johns old work benches.
"Stupid piece of-..."

I grabbed the workbench by one of the legs and flung it towards the open window. Before i could process what happened there was a flash of blue along with the woosh sound that usually happens when someone is running at Superspeed (I could never remember the name of that sound. Tim probably knows) and then sound sound of the bench being set down on the floor. After my eyes had adjusted a bit, i stared up at the figure standing at the window.

"I dont see why your taking your frustration out on the bench, seeing as how YOU were the one that ran into IT"

Clark stood there, wiping his glasses on the small white handkerchief he usually keeps in the breast pocket of his work suit. Had it been anyone other than Clark, i probably would have given a smart-ass remark, but i had to much respect for him to do that.

"Im sorry..."

Clark slid his glasses back on and looked down at me, a mixture of concern and amusement on his face. I could tell he wanted to ask why i was in the barn at 2 a.m, but decided against it because he knew that i would just turn around and ask him the same question, and judging by the rips all over his suit, he probably didnt want to answer either. After a few minutes of the two of us staring around the loft awkwardly, i stood up and brushed myself off.

"Soooo...I think im going to head back to bed..."

Clark nodded slowly, his face showing signs of concern and sadness. I turned around and started to walk away, but something stopped me. I could still feel Clarks eyes on me. After taking a few breathes i turn around and looked at him.

"Listen...i know thing have been kinda weird the passed few week with me being...back...and all...but i just want you to know that ill be out of here by the end of the week. I feel like ive overstayed my welcome, and that ive done nothing but cause problems for you and Aunt Martha. I just... feel like im being a burden"

It took a second for Clark to react to my statement. Taking a few steps forward, he placed a hand on my shoulder and look at me, his eyes filled with worry and pain.
"Son...You are NOT a burden...Ya things have been a little rough lately, but thats what family is for. Your aunt and i are here for you no matter what happens. When we lost you I felt like a part of me died along with you. It tore me up inside that i wasnt able to protect you...My only duty as a parental figure and i couldnt even do that...But by some miracle you were brought back to us...and i would not trade that for anything in the world..."

Before i could stop my self, the tears started to pour out. I couldnt say or do anything. All i could do was cry. After what seemed like hours, i stood up straight and wiped the tears from my eyes. Clearing my throat i looked at Clark.

"Thank you..."

Clark smiled and nodded, "Thats what im here for, Son. Now go to bed. Your going to want to be rested for when you meet up with Wondergirl and Robin tomorrow"

I could feel the butterflies start to grow in my stomach as Clark and i walked back towards the house.

Writers Notes:
Sorry if the story is a bit choppy, i wrote it late at night, hehe. Hope you all enjoyed this short little Chapter-ette!