The Rest Is Silence by hils commentary by danceswithgary
Title: The Rest is Silence
Author: hils
Commentator: danceswithgary
Rating: G
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex and Martha/Lionel if you turn your head and squint
Words: 867
Summary: It was only a matter of time before Martha Kent snapped. Crack!fic ahoy
When Jonathan Kent died his loss was mourned throughout Smallville and the whole town attended his funeral. Tears were shed and speeches were made, but one rang out louder and more shrill than all the others.
“It’s like the death of my parents all over again!” Lana wailed, tears blackened by mascara running down her face as she clung onto Martha and Clark. “Mr Kent loved me like a daughter and, although he could never be as perfect as my real dad, I loved him almost as much.”
Clark and Martha glanced at each other over the top of Lana’s head, eyebrows raised in disbelief as Lana wiped her face and smudged it even more.
“In honour of what Mr Kent meant to me I have done something which I know he would have loved.”
She flung back her arms in a dramatic gesture and Martha gasped while Clark could only stare.
It's all Lana, all the time. Just like the show!
“Lana…what did you do?”
She smiled happily. “Don’t they look perfect? Now whenever anyone sees them they’ll think of me and what a loving daughter I am.”
Clark was still staring out into the field. “But Lana…our cows are…”
“…pink.” Martha finished, coming to her senses finally. “You’ve painted our cows pink. All of them.”
The curse of the pink strikes again! I wonder if they'll give strawberry-flavored milk.
Lana nodded. “I just know Mr Kent is looking down on me now and smiling.”
Martha scowled but was prevented from replying by the scream of tyres burning on the concrete as a van pulled up and came to an abrupt stop. Two men in white coats emerged and walked over to where Clark, Martha and Lana were standing.
“Ms Lang, are you responsible for these cows being painted pink?”
“Yes!” She replied chirpily. “Have you come to tell me what a wonderful daughter I am? You see, the cows are a tribute to my surrogate father who just died. You see my real
parents were killed in the meteor shower and OW!”
Lana barely had time to react to the needle being stuck in her arm before her eyes closed and she slumped into the arms of one of the nearby men.
“I thought it best to sedate her,” he explained as they loaded her into the van.
Gotta watch out for those men in white coats. Well, at least you do if you decide that black-and-white cows need the Ted Turner treatment.
Martha closed her eyes in relief. “Thank you.”
As the van pulled away Lex walked over to join them. “I hope you don’t mind but I called some of my associates at Belle Reve. Lana is clearly unstable and they’ll take good care of her there.”
Lex to the rescue! Yay!
Martha smiled and patted Lex on the arm. “Thank you, Lex, you’re a good boy. Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? Bring your father if you like.”
“We’ll be there.”
As Martha left to talk to shocked onlookers, Clark and Lex watched the van retreating into the distance.
“I can’t believe I used to think I was in love with her,” Clark said, taking Lex’s hand in his and entwining their fingers.
Awww, how sweet.
“She nearly got to me too, Clark. At least now she’ll be far away from us.”
“Is that the real reason why you put her in Belle Reve?”
Lex merely smirked and said nothing.
Gee, I always thought Lex had blue eyes....
“Come on, let’s help get dinner started,” Clark said with a smile.
* * *
Although people were shocked at Lana’s committal to the asylum, they soon found that she was easy to replace. A broom standing in the corner of The Talon, with a pink dress and
black wig draped on it was a huge hit with the customers and the name Lana Lang was soon forgotten.
The idea that Lana could be easily replaced by a decorated broom is too funny.
* * *
Dinner at the Kent Farm that night was a quiet affair as Clark, Lex, Martha and Lionel all contemplated what had brought them to this point.
“I don’t regret my actions,” Martha announced just before dessert.
What actions? Inquiring minds want to know!
“Nor should you,” Lionel agreed. “Frankly I’m amazed you managed to live with the man for as long as you did.”
“I just couldn’t take those platitudes any more. He’d even started saying them to the cows and I could tell it was upsetting them.”
They were producing sour cream! The horror!
Lionel nodded. “You know Ethan confessed to me that his primary motive for shooting me was so that he could frame Jonathan. Apparently Jonathan told him ‘with thinking you can understand things’. Like that wasn’t obvious.”
Clark snorted. “I’m sure he was just one step away from telling me that ‘with great power comes great responsibility’.”
Lex shook his head. “He once told me that ‘the brighter you are the more you have to learn’.”
Everyone groaned.
They may be groaning - I'm giggling.
“I have no idea where he got those things from. Probably some dumb motivational calendar.” Martha said with a shake of her head. “Still, at least he died happy and with a full belly.
Are you sure the poison I gave him can’t be traced?”
I love this! The unrepentant murderess and her happy cohorts.
Lionel shook his head. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, that’s a relief. Pie anyone?”
I think I'll pass. Hee!
Author: hils
Commentator: danceswithgary
Rating: G
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex and Martha/Lionel if you turn your head and squint
Words: 867
Summary: It was only a matter of time before Martha Kent snapped. Crack!fic ahoy
When Jonathan Kent died his loss was mourned throughout Smallville and the whole town attended his funeral. Tears were shed and speeches were made, but one rang out louder and more shrill than all the others.
“It’s like the death of my parents all over again!” Lana wailed, tears blackened by mascara running down her face as she clung onto Martha and Clark. “Mr Kent loved me like a daughter and, although he could never be as perfect as my real dad, I loved him almost as much.”
Clark and Martha glanced at each other over the top of Lana’s head, eyebrows raised in disbelief as Lana wiped her face and smudged it even more.
“In honour of what Mr Kent meant to me I have done something which I know he would have loved.”
She flung back her arms in a dramatic gesture and Martha gasped while Clark could only stare.
It's all Lana, all the time. Just like the show!
“Lana…what did you do?”
She smiled happily. “Don’t they look perfect? Now whenever anyone sees them they’ll think of me and what a loving daughter I am.”
Clark was still staring out into the field. “But Lana…our cows are…”
“…pink.” Martha finished, coming to her senses finally. “You’ve painted our cows pink. All of them.”
The curse of the pink strikes again! I wonder if they'll give strawberry-flavored milk.
Lana nodded. “I just know Mr Kent is looking down on me now and smiling.”
Martha scowled but was prevented from replying by the scream of tyres burning on the concrete as a van pulled up and came to an abrupt stop. Two men in white coats emerged and walked over to where Clark, Martha and Lana were standing.
“Ms Lang, are you responsible for these cows being painted pink?”
“Yes!” She replied chirpily. “Have you come to tell me what a wonderful daughter I am? You see, the cows are a tribute to my surrogate father who just died. You see my real
parents were killed in the meteor shower and OW!”
Lana barely had time to react to the needle being stuck in her arm before her eyes closed and she slumped into the arms of one of the nearby men.
“I thought it best to sedate her,” he explained as they loaded her into the van.
Gotta watch out for those men in white coats. Well, at least you do if you decide that black-and-white cows need the Ted Turner treatment.
Martha closed her eyes in relief. “Thank you.”
As the van pulled away Lex walked over to join them. “I hope you don’t mind but I called some of my associates at Belle Reve. Lana is clearly unstable and they’ll take good care of her there.”
Lex to the rescue! Yay!
Martha smiled and patted Lex on the arm. “Thank you, Lex, you’re a good boy. Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? Bring your father if you like.”
“We’ll be there.”
As Martha left to talk to shocked onlookers, Clark and Lex watched the van retreating into the distance.
“I can’t believe I used to think I was in love with her,” Clark said, taking Lex’s hand in his and entwining their fingers.
Awww, how sweet.
“She nearly got to me too, Clark. At least now she’ll be far away from us.”
“Is that the real reason why you put her in Belle Reve?”
Lex merely smirked and said nothing.
Gee, I always thought Lex had blue eyes....
“Come on, let’s help get dinner started,” Clark said with a smile.
* * *
Although people were shocked at Lana’s committal to the asylum, they soon found that she was easy to replace. A broom standing in the corner of The Talon, with a pink dress and
black wig draped on it was a huge hit with the customers and the name Lana Lang was soon forgotten.
The idea that Lana could be easily replaced by a decorated broom is too funny.
* * *
Dinner at the Kent Farm that night was a quiet affair as Clark, Lex, Martha and Lionel all contemplated what had brought them to this point.
“I don’t regret my actions,” Martha announced just before dessert.
What actions? Inquiring minds want to know!
“Nor should you,” Lionel agreed. “Frankly I’m amazed you managed to live with the man for as long as you did.”
“I just couldn’t take those platitudes any more. He’d even started saying them to the cows and I could tell it was upsetting them.”
They were producing sour cream! The horror!
Lionel nodded. “You know Ethan confessed to me that his primary motive for shooting me was so that he could frame Jonathan. Apparently Jonathan told him ‘with thinking you can understand things’. Like that wasn’t obvious.”
Clark snorted. “I’m sure he was just one step away from telling me that ‘with great power comes great responsibility’.”
Lex shook his head. “He once told me that ‘the brighter you are the more you have to learn’.”
Everyone groaned.
They may be groaning - I'm giggling.
“I have no idea where he got those things from. Probably some dumb motivational calendar.” Martha said with a shake of her head. “Still, at least he died happy and with a full belly.
Are you sure the poison I gave him can’t be traced?”
I love this! The unrepentant murderess and her happy cohorts.
Lionel shook his head. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, that’s a relief. Pie anyone?”
I think I'll pass. Hee!