Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Dick/Roy, Steve/Diana, Jonathan/Martha, Pete Ross, and way too many others to list! :)
Genres: Holiday, Slice-Of-Life
Warnings: Sap alert! ;)
General Summary: The Kents host the superhero families at the farm.
Summary: Clark and Bruce are grateful for their good fortune.
Date Of Completion: December 16, 2007
Date Of Posting: December 25, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 861
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This story is a sequel to Family I: Thanksgiving. All chapters can be found here.
My head spun at all the different canons and who was alive and who wasn’t, so even though this is probably the closest I’ll ever get to current canon, it’s really a mix of new and old, and people who should be in the afterlife are here. Also, the Pete Ross mentioned here is the Silver Age Pete, and his discovery of Clark’s caped life is from that continuity. I wanted to acknowledge Clark as Superboy (now Kon has that name) as I thought it was a shame that DC retconned him out of existence. Consider this a pocket universe that I created to say ‘thank you’ to my f-list and DCU fandom! :)
Oh, and needless to say, gay marriage isn’t an oddity here! ;)
SMORGASBORD OF LOVE
Clark happily circulated as host, helping his parents and Alfred, who insisted upon helping. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and he was glad to see that Pete was here.
“Clark, your mom makes the best gingerbread.” Cass said as she took another from the plate that Clark offered. He was amused to see Jason already with a square.
“She’s the best,” he said proudly. “Stephanie?”
Clark headed to the buffet table to set down the plate of gingerbread when he heard, “Hey, Smallville! Over here!”
“Hello, Lois. Gingerbread?”
Lois happily took a square and the paper plate and napkin Clark handed her. Selina and Kathy also took the treat, Selina actually purring her delight.
“Your mom, as always, is the best cook ever,” Lois said.
“Thank you, Lois. Only Alfred is her match.”
“Hey, I cook a mean chili,” Jonathan said as he came up to them, clapping a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“That’s right, you do.”
“Are you banished from the kitchen tomorrow, Jonathan?” asked Lois.
“Ha, I wish! No, I’ll be on K.P., just like Clark, Linda, and Kon.”
“What, no Bruce?” asked Kathy, eyes sparkling in amusement.
Clark laughed. “We want something edible, not a disaster.” He winked at Dick, who was passing by on his way to the buffet and burst out laughing. “Mom and Alfred are in complete charge.”
“Thank God!” Kathy exclaimed, and they all laughed.
Clark supposed he should have felt disloyal, but Bruce would be the first one to admit his lack of kitchen skills.
Unless we were talking about kitchen table skills, he thought with a smirk.
He glanced around but didn’t see Bruce. Probably in the kitchen.
Lois looked like the Queen Bee sitting between her two lovers, smiling and confident, basking in their combined love. Clark was very happy for her.
Clark went to the buffet and set the plate of warm gingerbread on the well-laden dining room table. Looking over the abundance of food, he reflected on how lucky they all were, himself in particular.
He had often wondered what his life would have been like if the Kents hadn’t been the ones to find him after his spaceship had landed on Earth. They had been willing to take in an alien child and love him like their own, raising him as human while helping him adjust to his powers.
As proud as he was of his Kryptonian heritage and how much he wished to learn about his biological parents, Jor-El and Lara, the only parents he had ever really known had been Jonathan and Martha.
He looked around the room. There weren’t a lot of conventional families or relationships in this crowd, but there was a lot of love. Biological ties were important, but not essential to make a family. Roy and his daughter Lian happily drew Dick into their family, and Dick was as much Lian’s father as Roy was.
Bruce’s children were all adopted, and they were stronger than some blood families.
Lois, Kathy and Selina comprised their own family, as did Tim, Bart and Kon. Ironically, Diana had gone against Amazon convention by falling in love with a man!
Any observer might find all the arrangements odd, and the ‘family values’ crowd would certainly disapprove.
All of that didn’t matter, because it was all about love.
Clark decided to go find Bruce.
He searched through the house, even upstairs, then decided to check outside. He shrugged on a coat more out of habit than for the cold.
He exited through the kitchen door, scanned the grounds, and smiled. He headed for the corral.
Bruce was leaning against the railing, gazing up at the stars.
“Clear night,” Clark commented.
“Think we’ll get any snow?”
“We might.” Clark was relaxed. “Party too much?”
“I just needed some fresh air.”
“Fresh air is good.”
Bruce’s lips quirked into a smile. “Dick seems very happy.”
“Roy is very good for him.”
“So is Lian.” Bruce frowned slightly. “I wish Cass had taken up Linda’s offer of using her bedroom at the house.”
“You know Cass. She said if she needed an emergency trip to the hospital, there were plenty of Supers around. And walking in from the guest house will do her good, she says.”
“Okay, Uncle Clark.”
“She’s your daughter-in-law.”
Pleased, Clark remained beside Bruce, the two of them enjoying a companionable silence, then they saw the approaching Supergirl in the same instant.
Linda landed with Jim Gordon. “Hey, look what jolly green elves piggybacked a ride!”
Clark laughed as Kyle and J’onn touched down. “Welcome, everyone. Come right on in.”
Bruce came back to the house with them, Kyle reverting to civilian clothes and J’onn shapeshifting to his human form. Delighted exclamations greeted the newcomers, Barbara running to hug her father.
Bruce’s hand slipped into Clark’s.
Suddenly, he heard…
He squeezed Bruce’s hand. “I have to go.”
“Grandpa Clark!” Lian shouted. “Are you going to guide Santa around?”
Clark grinned. “You bet, sweetie.” He changed at lighting speed, then flew…
“Up, up, and away!” Lian shouted.
Bruce watched his Beloved go, pride on his face.