Smallville: Clark/Lex: Nature 6: Sun
Title: Still A Luthor
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clark/Lex, Jonathan/Martha
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: 12_Stories: Sun
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,045
Date Written: 23 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I just don't trust him, Martha, especially not with your son's heart."
Martha shoots her husband a grin. "I didn't know you were getting so sentimental in your old age, Jonathan."
The way she's looking at him instantly makes him feel twenty years younger. The late afternoon sun shines like dark gold on her auburn hair. He beams lovingly at his wife and slips an arm around her ample waist. "I've always been sentimental when it comes to you, baby," he says and starts to lean down for a kiss, but just before he can kiss her, the sounds of happily whickering horses makes him snatch away and back to attention.
Martha laughs. "You're hardly a school boy, Jonathan," she teases, her gaze going out to the field where her boys are racing. She knows Jonathan doesn't trust Lex -- she fears the poor boy may never be able to earn his trust far more because of what his father's done in the past than what he'll ever do to them or to her Clark --, but she hasn't been able to help warming him.
Just watching him now, it's clearly evident to her yet again how different he is from his father. His smile is every bit as warm, sweet, and joyous as her Jonathan's was a second ago. She's never seen his father smile like that. She doesn't think the man's capable of such a grin, and he certainly wouldn't be smiling anywhere near horses.
She still remembers the comments he made about their animals the last time he stepped foot on their farm, before Jonathan ran him off with a shotgun. He had grimaced with distaste with every step he'd taken and referred to them as mangy beasts. Most animals Martha has known have had more respect and honor about them than Lionel Luthor will ever possess. His money can't buy the kind of genuine kindness she sees exhibited in animals on a daily basis.
But unlike his father, Lex, too, is learning to be kind. He's learning to trust again, and Martha knows her Clark has had a great deal to do with the changes she's witnessed in Lionel's offspring. His spirit has lightened so much in just the few years she's really known him, not counting the few times she encountered him when he was a child. Lillian would be proud of her son. Martha's proud of both boys.
Lex has become almost a common hand at most of the ranch tasks. He comes by every day now after Clark gets out of school to help him with the chores. Clark doesn't need the help, of course, not with his gifts, but he never shoos Lex away or makes him feel unimportant. He welcomes his help at every task, and Lex helps everywhere he can, from baling hay to caring for the animals to even raking manure. He's certainly not his father's son. Nowadays, he doesn't even shudder when he steps in a cow pie although he does look rather sad about it.
Right now, though, there's absolutely nothing sad about either of Martha's boys. Clark won their race naturally, but it's Lex who's first to his feet and offering a hand up to help Clark dismount. It's Lex who holds Clark's hands where they're holding his horse's reins and smiles up at her son as though there's nothing in the world that can bother him now. Martha knows the boy has a lot on his plate -- far more than any young man his age should --, but with Clark near, nothing ever seems to bother him.
Her own son is another young man who allows himself to be troubled far too greatly. He takes the world's cares on as though they are his own, constantly risking his life to save and even just help others. She used to admonish him for taking such great risks -- just because his gifts are fantastic doesn't mean he can't be hurt or worse --, but she's learned it does no good. Still, whenever Lex is near him, her Clark can't seem to be bothered to let the world's troubles upset him. Oh, he'll still race off to save a life in a heartbeat and be home again before Lex can go looking for him or she can ring the dinner bell, but he's simply so much happier whenever Lex is around him.
Martha sighs happily, takes her husband's hand, and places it back around her waist. She leans in closer to him and snuggles part way into his open jacket. "There," she says softly, beaming. "Don't you see that, Jonathan?" The sound he makes deep in his throat doesn't come out quite as the "harrumph" he intends. "That's why I can't help but to trust him and be happy he's here with Clark." And with us, she adds to herself, knowing Jonathan isn't ready for the admission that she's come to think of Lex as the second son they never had.
"He's making him smile now," Jonathan agrees, watching Lex help Clark dismount and knowing the boys are both struggling not to kiss the other, "but one day, he's going to make his smile turn into a frown, and when he does, I'll be ready."
Martha shakes her head; the bob of her hair bounces against her husband's arm. "That's where you're wrong, Jonathan," she tells him quietly so the boys can't overhear them. "He's never going to hurt Clark. He'd sooner hurt himself."
"I pray you're right, Martha, but he's still a Luthor."
"And you're still a Kent," she teases, "but I married you any way. Wouldn't you like to not be able to hate your future son-in-law unlike my father?"
He doesn't argue that they won't marry, but he does "harrumph" this time. "We'll see," he says and strides purposefully forward, calling to the boys that dinner is ready and watching them hurriedly separate. They part quickly, but Martha sees, too, the moment her husband turns away and Clark and Lex exchange secretive smiles. She watches her son take his boyfriend's hand, and although she takes Jonathan's and tugs him away from them, she knows, and is glad, that they hold hands all the way back to the house.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: Clark/Lex, Jonathan/Martha
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: 12_Stories: Sun
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,045
Date Written: 23 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I just don't trust him, Martha, especially not with your son's heart."
Martha shoots her husband a grin. "I didn't know you were getting so sentimental in your old age, Jonathan."
The way she's looking at him instantly makes him feel twenty years younger. The late afternoon sun shines like dark gold on her auburn hair. He beams lovingly at his wife and slips an arm around her ample waist. "I've always been sentimental when it comes to you, baby," he says and starts to lean down for a kiss, but just before he can kiss her, the sounds of happily whickering horses makes him snatch away and back to attention.
Martha laughs. "You're hardly a school boy, Jonathan," she teases, her gaze going out to the field where her boys are racing. She knows Jonathan doesn't trust Lex -- she fears the poor boy may never be able to earn his trust far more because of what his father's done in the past than what he'll ever do to them or to her Clark --, but she hasn't been able to help warming him.
Just watching him now, it's clearly evident to her yet again how different he is from his father. His smile is every bit as warm, sweet, and joyous as her Jonathan's was a second ago. She's never seen his father smile like that. She doesn't think the man's capable of such a grin, and he certainly wouldn't be smiling anywhere near horses.
She still remembers the comments he made about their animals the last time he stepped foot on their farm, before Jonathan ran him off with a shotgun. He had grimaced with distaste with every step he'd taken and referred to them as mangy beasts. Most animals Martha has known have had more respect and honor about them than Lionel Luthor will ever possess. His money can't buy the kind of genuine kindness she sees exhibited in animals on a daily basis.
But unlike his father, Lex, too, is learning to be kind. He's learning to trust again, and Martha knows her Clark has had a great deal to do with the changes she's witnessed in Lionel's offspring. His spirit has lightened so much in just the few years she's really known him, not counting the few times she encountered him when he was a child. Lillian would be proud of her son. Martha's proud of both boys.
Lex has become almost a common hand at most of the ranch tasks. He comes by every day now after Clark gets out of school to help him with the chores. Clark doesn't need the help, of course, not with his gifts, but he never shoos Lex away or makes him feel unimportant. He welcomes his help at every task, and Lex helps everywhere he can, from baling hay to caring for the animals to even raking manure. He's certainly not his father's son. Nowadays, he doesn't even shudder when he steps in a cow pie although he does look rather sad about it.
Right now, though, there's absolutely nothing sad about either of Martha's boys. Clark won their race naturally, but it's Lex who's first to his feet and offering a hand up to help Clark dismount. It's Lex who holds Clark's hands where they're holding his horse's reins and smiles up at her son as though there's nothing in the world that can bother him now. Martha knows the boy has a lot on his plate -- far more than any young man his age should --, but with Clark near, nothing ever seems to bother him.
Her own son is another young man who allows himself to be troubled far too greatly. He takes the world's cares on as though they are his own, constantly risking his life to save and even just help others. She used to admonish him for taking such great risks -- just because his gifts are fantastic doesn't mean he can't be hurt or worse --, but she's learned it does no good. Still, whenever Lex is near him, her Clark can't seem to be bothered to let the world's troubles upset him. Oh, he'll still race off to save a life in a heartbeat and be home again before Lex can go looking for him or she can ring the dinner bell, but he's simply so much happier whenever Lex is around him.
Martha sighs happily, takes her husband's hand, and places it back around her waist. She leans in closer to him and snuggles part way into his open jacket. "There," she says softly, beaming. "Don't you see that, Jonathan?" The sound he makes deep in his throat doesn't come out quite as the "harrumph" he intends. "That's why I can't help but to trust him and be happy he's here with Clark." And with us, she adds to herself, knowing Jonathan isn't ready for the admission that she's come to think of Lex as the second son they never had.
"He's making him smile now," Jonathan agrees, watching Lex help Clark dismount and knowing the boys are both struggling not to kiss the other, "but one day, he's going to make his smile turn into a frown, and when he does, I'll be ready."
Martha shakes her head; the bob of her hair bounces against her husband's arm. "That's where you're wrong, Jonathan," she tells him quietly so the boys can't overhear them. "He's never going to hurt Clark. He'd sooner hurt himself."
"I pray you're right, Martha, but he's still a Luthor."
"And you're still a Kent," she teases, "but I married you any way. Wouldn't you like to not be able to hate your future son-in-law unlike my father?"
He doesn't argue that they won't marry, but he does "harrumph" this time. "We'll see," he says and strides purposefully forward, calling to the boys that dinner is ready and watching them hurriedly separate. They part quickly, but Martha sees, too, the moment her husband turns away and Clark and Lex exchange secretive smiles. She watches her son take his boyfriend's hand, and although she takes Jonathan's and tugs him away from them, she knows, and is glad, that they hold hands all the way back to the house.
The End