I do not own any of the characters, but Paul and his uncle. I make no money from this, so please read and tell me what you think.

"It was a miracle Martha!"

"What did the hospital staff say again?"

"That a young man with dark hair in a sweater and jeans carried Paul in and told them things they could only confirm with tests later like they're being a crack in his skull. He also gave them the his uncle's number and then just disappeared! It was an angel I tell you, a complete miracle to save Paul's life! Only what kind of disguise is a sweater and jeans in this weather? To me that's the strange thing. Paul was in his coat. But God works in mysterious ways. I guess this proves it."

"What did Goerge say when they called him?"

"He had no idea! He didn't even know Paul was out of his bed, let alone at the hospital. As his next of kin he had to give the staff permission to treat his nephew so it's good the angel gave them his number before disappearing."

"So, George never saw the angel?"

"No."

"Did the staff get a look at his face?"

"I honestly don't know. You'd think an angel would be awful handsome and thus easy to remember, but save for them wondering how he carried a bigger boy in they weren't really interested enough till he was gone I guess to think about him!"

Martha listened to their neighbor continue for a few minutes longer. It seemed much longer than that to Clark. He sat listening with his arms on the kitchen table and head bowed over them.

When his ma hung up, so the church lady could go on to tell another fellow member of the miracle bestowed on a member of their greater community if not their church, she sat down across from Clark. Jonathan was already seated in the chair between them watching Clark too. Clark swallowed before he spoke. "I couldn't just let him die …"

Johnathan replied in a soft voice. "Of course not …"

Martha raised her voice and eyebrows. "What were you even doing up that late Clark?"

Clark rose from his seat and began striding around the kitchen. "Cause I barely sleep, even now when the sun seems so distant … I get bored … and … and frustrated … I can't do anything the normal way even sleep!"

Johnathan stood to his feet and raised his hands before slowly gesturing downward with them. "Calm down son …"

"NO!" Clark turned on him. "People saw me! Kinda … I mean I tried to hold Paul out in front of me and stay behind the hospital staff as I talked to them, and turn my head away a bit or down when they looked at me … I left about as soon as I thought I should, but …"

His pa continued to speak like he was gentling a horse. "Clark. They think it was an angel … It's going to be alright son."

When Clark looked up, his eyes remained wide and wild, "And is that okay pa? To let them think that? You always taught me to be honest, but I'm not about this! And I don't like that! I let people think things … all the time … that aren't true about me! I'll keep doing this my whole life!"

"The good book itself says not to let your right hand know what your right hand is doing … It's okay not to brag about your good deeds."

Martha broke in. "We're not angry Clark. You did the right thing."

Clark's body only seemed to grow more stiff and then shake as he lifted his head and turned back to his parents. "What if the people after Moe here about this, and come and get me?"

His parents turned their gazes to each other and frowned. Then Martha bowed her head while Johnathan looked back to their son. "We'll worry about that if or when it happens." Then Johnathan gave a gentle grin. "Not like you won't see and hear them coming."

Martha softly chimed in. "Maybe, maybe we should pack some things in a bag or suitcase for ya to grab quickly … if … if you have to leave."

Clark glanced at his ma, but didn't speak before his father did. "Now, Martha, it's not like he can't do such for himself in seconds if he needs to then …"

Martha nodded her bowed head. Clark also bowed his, but then clenched his fists and growled.

The Kents looked up to see their son's reddening face. Martha spoke up gently this time. "Clark?"

Jonathan spoke with a gentle voice again. "Son?"

"I'm not your son!"

Both elder Kents' jumped in their seats before their mouths dropped open. As their wide eyes continued to stare at him. Clark groaned and then continued in a choked voice. "I know you like to believe that I am, and I wish I was! I really do! You've been … But I'm not. I'm not even human! And I could be hunted by the F.B.I. or some other organization from Washington, or the army or anything and dragged off to area 51! They could do that at any moment! Then what would they do to you?!"

Johnathan rose to his feet raising his hands from his side once more though only to his chest height. Then he reached them out just a little. "Now boy … let's stop borrowing trouble … All you did was a good deed …"

"That was impossible pa! I broke the laws of physics to do it! I'm constantly breaking the laws of physics, and I don't even know how! I don't know what I am or where I'm from, or where this will all end!"

When he paused, the Kents only continued to sit and stare at the boy they knew so well, who seemed so convinced he didn't know himself. Clark looked up at them with tears streaming down his face. "You both could get in trouble because of me, for hiding me, for keeping this secret."

Jonathan replied with tears dripping from his eyes too. "That's our job son …"

Martha rose to stand with her husband. "Parents take care of their children. We've always been willing to take care of you."

Jonathan nodded and reached out to Clark again. "And we're proud to stand with you …"

Clark looked up, met their gaze with his brows furrowed together and eyes narrowed before shaking his head. "No." Then he turned and ran out the door and kept going.

What do you think now?

God bless

ScribeofHeroes