bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (Rainbow Prisms Arc) (40/42)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Rainbow Prisms Arc) (40/42)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Bruce does not appear in this chapter), Jonathan/Martha
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. Clark finally learns about his identity and heritage. Will that knowledge tear him and Bruce apart? Meanwhile, Rebellion and Abolition twist and turn in the pageantry of events.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark makes his decision.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 5, 2011
Date Of Posting: February 10, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 767
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: The magnificent story cover is by the wonderfully-talented ctbn60. Thanks so much, luv! :)

The sweetness of the air,
The waving of the corn
As the fields ripple
In the breeze,
Says ‘Home’
To me.

Edith Wood
"My Kansas Home"
1914 C.E.



“Oh, Mom, that cherry pie was…was…”

Clark’s speechlessness caused his parents to laugh. He sighed in bliss.

“Thank you, honey.” Martha finished the last bite of her own pie. “Always a pleasure to make pie for you.”

Clark grinned while he patted his stomach. “You’re the best, Mom.”

“Better than Alfred?” Martha’s eyes twinkled.

“Alfred’s great in the kitchen, but you’re still Number One, Mom.” Clark’s smile grew more incandescent.

“I appreciate the loyalty.”

“It’s the truth.”

Martha laughed. “Well, your father and I sampled Alfred’s cooking and baking when we were at the Manor. He’s excellent.”

“He is.”

“Do you miss the Manor?”

Clark flicked his gaze from Martha to Jonathan. “Yes. But I love home, too.”

Jonathan drank his coffee. “You’ll make the right decision, son.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Clark rose. “I’ll be ready to go back out in a few minutes.” He went upstairs.

“The right decision?” Martha asked.

“For him.”

Martha squeezed her husband’s hand.

& & & & & &

The golden rays of late afternoon cast the field in a soft glow. Clark smashed the last boulder and Jonathan said, “It was a good day’s work.”

“Yes, it was.” Clark flexed his hands and took a deep breath, smelling sweet hay from the next field and golden corn in the field after that. He looked up at the sound of Canadian geese honking their way across the azure skies, tempted to join them for a moment. He chuckled softly.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, just wondering if the geese would like a companion.”

Jonathan looked at the geese and grinned. “Maybe they would.”

Clark smiled. “Let’s go home, Dad.”

& & & & & &

The smell of roast beef, peas, and mashed potatoes with chives permeated the kitchen. Clark set the table while Jonathan did the final chores in the barn, settling their cows in for the night.

The family settled around the table after Jonathan came in and they all enjoyed the meal. Jonathan asked Martha about the conference call.

“Oh, just routine things, except that Kathy told me that Wonder Woman is interested in working with us.”

“That’s great!”

“I would love to see more superheroes get involved, though I suppose that they’re treading a fine line with the Govs.”

“That’s true. I’m surprised that the Government had allowed them this much free rein.”

Clark put some butter on his peas. He wondered if Bruce would ever have Batman speak out. He was uncertain because Batman worked better as a shadowy figure instead of a political symbol.

Wonder Woman was better suited as a public spokeswoman in all her star-spangled glory. She was persuasive and charming and yet could back it up with real power.

Clark hoped that the Abolitionist Movement would keep up its pace. They had made great strides in the past few years, and hopefully there would be no setbacks. He was so proud of his parents’ work.

“What about Bruce, Mom?”

“What about Bruce?”

“Is he going to step up his involvement?”

“Not right now. He is doing quite a bit. Do you think he ought to do more?”

“No, I was just wondering.” Suddenly, he missed Bruce terribly, and Dick and Alfred, too.

Talk turned to Smallville, and Clark eagerly lapped up the news. He had visited the town again in the wee hours of the morning, wishing that he could visit in the daytime, greeting old friends like Mr. Mercer of the general store and Mrs. Rosetti at her bakery, and Joe and Alma at The Bluebird Diner. He would love to enjoy a sundae at Grover’s Soda Fountain and all the wonderful old places, but that would come someday.

After supper clean-up he went out onto the porch, letting the peace of the farm soak into his soul. The sun was setting as the sky turned indigo and violet, stars beginning to twinkle. From somewhere in the trees an owl hooted, and a squirrel bounced across the lawn, finishing a day of gathering nuts for winter.

As he rocked, his mind went over all the pros and cons of what his future could be.

He closed his eyes, letting his senses absorb everything and letting his mind rest, the sounds of his parents putting away the dishes and talking a soothing background.

The breeze grew cooler as crickets began to chirp, and the smell of chrysanthemums was sweet. Utterly relaxed, Clark let his heart speak.

When he opened his eyes, he had made his decision.

Tags: clark kent/bruce wayne, jonathan kent/martha kent, rainbow prisms arc, rainbow's freedom, superman/batman
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