Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lex (Lex does not appear in this chapter), Jonathan/Martha
Genres: AU, Drama
Spoilers: For "Arctic"
General Summary: What if Clark never had superpowers?
Chapter Summary: Clark is satisfied with his life in Smallville.
Date Of Completion: March 16, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 7, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 461
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CLARK KENT OF SMALLVILLE
Clark walked in from the barn, the smell of his mother’s freshly-baked cherry pie tickling his nose. He smiled and opened the kitchen door.
“Mmm, Mom, you’ve done it again.”
Martha set the plates with sandwiches on the table, a cobalt-blue vase holding sunflowers set on the blue-checked tablecloth. Clark washed his hands and sat down, Jonathan coming in and copying Clark’s actions, pulling out a chair with an anticipatory smile.
“Smells great, Martha.”
Martha smiled and sat down, the signal to begin eating.
“I’m making headway with that bookcase, Mom,” Clark said as he took a bite of his roast beef sandwich.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, honey. I sold a lot of my books through my LJ comm but bought a bunch at the library sale last week.”
Clark laughed. “I hope the bookcase will be big enough!”
Martha answered with a laugh of her own.
“Clark’s doing a great job.” Jonathan’s smile was proud as he took a sip of lemonade.
“Dad’s the expert, all right.”
Martha grinned. “Well, as you can see, I performed in my area of expertise.”
“Mmm,” Clark said, green eyes dancing. “Pie!”
Both parents exchanged smiles, always amused at their son’s love of pie.
“So, what’s the afternoon’s plans?” Martha asked as she took another bite of her sandwich.
“While Clark continues working on the bookcase, I’m going to check on the herd,” Jonathan said.
“Good. Oh, Jay stopped by with some fresh tomatoes from their garden. Ours are being poky this year.” Martha sipped her lemonade. “He also brought by the rent payment.”
“Good. He and Sarah are always on time.”
“They’re good tenants.”
After lunch, Jonathan took the truck to check on the dairy herd while Clark helped Martha clean up.
“Mom, why don’t we offer the Hansons a lease for longer than a year when it comes up next month?”
Martha stacked dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “But, honey, that house is yours and if you wanted to use it again…”
“Mom, Lana’s been gone for four years,” Clark said gently. “And I’m not getting married again any time soon.”
“Mom, my life is fine. I moved back home six months after the funeral because of Dad’s heart attack. I’m going to go down to The Smallville Register tomorrow and talk about my next article. Mr. Hawkins really liked my report on the Town Council meeting last Monday.” His voice was gentle. “My life is good.”
A long, wailing siren cut into the conversation.
“A fire! ‘Bye, Mom!”
Clark hurried out to his truck and headed for town. His father would be on his way to join the volunteers, too.
Adrenaline rushed through his system. Time to help and do some good for people!