Fic: Do You Believe in Fate (3/?)
Title: Do You Believe in Fate? (3/?)
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Clark Luthor/Alt-Lois Lane, Jonathan/Martha, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,100
Disclaimer:DC Comics/Warner Brothers owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, Jonathan and Martha hope to reconcile, Clark wears his heart on his sleeve, and later, Bruce Wayne takes notice of the powerful Kryptonian. Remember, all scenes take place on Earth-2. Thanks, everyone! :D
Banner by Ctbn60
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Previously:
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2)
Chapter 3: Moment of Truth
A few weeks earlier, Martha's apartment:
Martha Kent was truly shocked when she looked through the peephole and saw her husband. What should I do? Her first thought was to smooth her hair, but she felt silly and opened the door instead. "Jonathan? What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Martha, can I come in?" Jonathan was a bit surprised she opened the door at all. He tried to smile in spite of his stomach being in knots, and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears from hope or dread he didn't know.
"Well, I …" She hesitated but couldn't help it as she looked him over. He was still the handsomest man she had ever met.
He caught her look and felt encouraged. "Please, I won't be long. I have to tell you something." He paused. "It's important."
Sighing to herself, she opened the door and he walked inside. Martha couldn't help it as she looked him over again. He did look somehow different. "Would you like something to drink, soda, tea, water …" She was little nervous.
"No, I'm fine. Please …?" He pointed to the sofa. She took a seat, he sat down next to her, but not too close. Taking a deep breath, he wasn't sure where to begin. "I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it, still trying to understand why it happened, but I couldn't ignore the things he told me because it all made a crazy kind of sense."
Confused, she asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I met someone a few days ago. He told me a story. Most of it sounded like something out of a dream, but I believed him because he told me some things about you and me that convinced me that he was telling the truth."
Confused, she shook her head. "You're not making any sense, just start at the beginning. Who was this person?"
"He told me his name was Clark Kent that he was from a mirror dimension that he was our son that we were happily married in that other world, that we raised him and that he loved us, and he wanted us to be together because … well, we belong together."
Martha looked down at her hands in her lap. "And you believed him." It was a statement not a question.
Feeling bold, he placed his hand over hers. "Yes, I believed him. It's true, you know. We do belong together, Martha. There's no doubt in my mind about that."
She turned to face him with hope in her eyes. "Oh, Jonathan, so much has happened … the farm."
"We can get it back."
"But how, we have no money."
She said 'we'. It was a start. "We'll work it out."
"And what about … you know, the drinking …?"
"I joined AA, Martha, and I haven't had a drink since I talked to Kent."
"Really, truly?"
He smiled. "Truly."
"Jonathan, I want to believe you, I do … but …"
He squeezed her hands. "I know I have a lot to make up for, but if you're willing to give it a try." He paused as looked into her eyes hoping to convey how he felt. "I love you, Martha. That's never going to change."
Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Jonathan, I love you too."
He stood up then, pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. Still feeling bold, he leaned down and then he kissed her softly enjoying their kisses. But it was Martha who encouraged him, pulling him closer and running her hands through his hair. He deepened the kiss as he kissed her back. He felt his heart soar into the clouds. Being with her again, in her arms again felt like heaven. He managed to speak, "Oh Martha, I've missed you so much," he whispered in her ear.
She pulled back and stroked his cheek. "I've missed you too."
"We will make this work. I know my coming here was out of the blue, but would you go with me to the ranch and check things out?"
"I don't know, Jonathan, I don't think we should rush into anything. Maybe take it one day at a time?"
He frowned, but he understood. "Of course, I understand, but remember, we will get back together." He paused as he kissed her again. "Count on it."
He sounded like her Jonathan again, and she believed him. "I will."
"Goodnight, Martha."
"Goodnight, Jonathan." She leaned up to kiss his cheek, surprising him.
He smiled then turned to go, his heart finally felt whole again after almost a year.
~o~o~
Present time, the Kent Farm:
Hand in hand, Lois and Clark drifted down the stairs on clouds of happy thoughts about last night, ready to kiss goodbye on the front porch, when Clark turned to see a car drive up.
"Who is that?" Lois asked.
He stiffened. "Go inside."
"But who is it?"
He turned to her. "Jonathan Kent."
"Oh," she murmured. "Well, I'm not going to hide from him, Clark. Besides, things are different now. Oliver is dead, and that part of my life is over." She squeezed his hand.
"Alright, stay, but if he insults you or makes a scene, well, he won't be happy."
"Please don't lose your temper."
"I'm not promising anything."
Minutes later, Jonathan pulled up to the side of the house, and after seeing who was standing there his blood pressure shot into the sky. He slowly exited the car, took several deep breaths to calm down. "What the hell are you two doing here? What is the meaning of this?"
"Mr. Kent …?" Lois began.
Clark interrupted her. "I live here now," he told him bluntly.
Jonathan was shocked. "You live here? When did this happen?"
"I bought this property several days ago." He paused. "I bought it for you … and your wife."
Lois gasped utterly and completely shocked by what he had just said, but inside she was so proud of what he had done.
Silence followed that shocking statement. Jonathan did not know what to say.
"A thank you would have been nice," Clark whispered glibly to Lois.
Jonathan slowly walked up the stairs and stood there staring at them, but the words were stuck in his throat. He thought about it for another minute then he crossed his arms. "Are you trying to buy my silence because it will not work not this time not ever."
"That is not the reason I did this," Clark quickly replied.
"Then why did you do it?" He paused. "What do you want?" Jonathan did not trust him or his actions.
"I want nothing from you." He looked out over the landscape of the farm. It did need a lot of work, but he was willing to help him. "All I ask is that I can remain here and that one day, if we don't kill each other, that maybe you, your wife and I can be a family."
Jonathan gave a bark of laughter. "You can't be serious."
Lois just stared at Clark with a shocked expression.
He frowned. "Does it look like I'm joking?"
Lois pulled his arm so that he would face her. "Is that a good idea? I know you want to set things right the way they should have happened, but it's going to take time to get past a lot of hurt … and not just you. The Kent's need to work through their problems as well."
"I know that, Lois, but …" He turned back to Jonathan. "You know I'm right about this. All of us living here, working on the farm, all with the same goals … to put things the way they should have been … well, I think we have a chance and I don't want to throw that chance away." He paused. "Do you, Mr. Kent?"
"Look, I get where you're coming from, I do, but like Ms. Lane said, we all have a lot to work through … and …"
Clark interrupted him. "And you want to do it apart, each living our own lives, not talking, not getting to know each other? It won't work. We'll drift even further apart, and then it'll be like we never met, never had a chance to … to love each other, to be a family …" His eyes watered becoming emotional. He walked over to the railing, leaned against it then wiped his eyes with back of his hand. "I'm sorry … it's just my life up until this point was like living in a long dark tunnel with no end in sight, but meeting Lois and now you, it feels as if all of it was meant to be and I can't move forward, not at all, without either of you in my life."
Lois and Jonathan glanced at each other with the same thoughts. Lois walked over to him and took his hand. "I'm not going anywhere."
Clark pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Lois."
Jonathan was so moved by his speech that he had to agree to his terms, but he truly hoped they didn't kill each other. "And neither am I."
Clark turned to him then held out his hand.
Jonathan looked at his hand and then at his face. He couldn't deny him this. He shook his hand.
It was a beginning.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, in Gotham City:
In his office at Wayne Towers, Bruce Wayne read the headline again. Shaking his head, he looked up when his Uncle Philip walked in.
After the death of his parents, Bruce's Father's brother had stepped up and raised Bruce. Surrounded by his Uncle's family and his many cousins, he felt surrounded by family. And just a year ago, he had married his long-time love, Selina Kyle and now she was six months pregnant with their first child, a daughter.
"Well, Bruce, I just got back from Metropolis, and yes, there is a very powerful vigilante there but there is some mystery surrounding him," Philip said as he came into his office and took a seat.
"What kind of a mystery?" Bruce was definitely intrigued. According to the article, Kal-El of Krypton is a very powerful being but also very humble. He could rule them all but instead he wants to help, nothing more.
"Well, not everyone wants him there. There were a few very suspicious and unsolved murders and there was someone called Ultra-man connected by an eye witness, and the police wanted to question him about these murders."
"Was he found and arrested."
"No, they never found him, and now this Kal-El is out there helping the police and they don't know what to make of him."
"What happened to the eye witness?" Bruce asked, needing to know more.
"I have no idea."
Bruce stood up becoming thoughtful. He walked over to the window. "Who did you talk to in Metropolis?"
"I spoke briefly with Lois Lane at the Daily Planet offices and the police. She was in a hurry, but she was very forthcoming."
"Lois Lane? I see, she wrote the article."
"Yes, and if I trust my instincts, she knows a lot more than what she's saying."
He turned from the window. "What do you mean?"
"She 'knows' him if you know what I mean." Philip raised his eyebrows his meaning clear.
Bruce chuckled. "And how would you know that?"
"Just by the look in her eyes and the way she spoke about him. It was obvious."
"You know what I think? The title of that article was just that … a title. It doesn't mean that they're sleeping together. They did it to sell newspapers. That's all it was."
"If you say so, but I trust my instincts. Find her, and you'll find Kal-El."
Bruce was thinking, he may just be right about that. He turned back to the window.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: Oh, I loved, loved writing this chapter. Jonathan, Martha, and Clark together, getting to know each other, learning how to open up, to love and be loved? *sigh* Come back in a week. Thanks for reading! Reviews are love.
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Clark Luthor/Alt-Lois Lane, Jonathan/Martha, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,100
Disclaimer:DC Comics/Warner Brothers owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, Jonathan and Martha hope to reconcile, Clark wears his heart on his sleeve, and later, Bruce Wayne takes notice of the powerful Kryptonian. Remember, all scenes take place on Earth-2. Thanks, everyone! :D
Banner by Ctbn60
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Previously:
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2)
Chapter 3: Moment of Truth
A few weeks earlier, Martha's apartment:
Martha Kent was truly shocked when she looked through the peephole and saw her husband. What should I do? Her first thought was to smooth her hair, but she felt silly and opened the door instead. "Jonathan? What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Martha, can I come in?" Jonathan was a bit surprised she opened the door at all. He tried to smile in spite of his stomach being in knots, and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears from hope or dread he didn't know.
"Well, I …" She hesitated but couldn't help it as she looked him over. He was still the handsomest man she had ever met.
He caught her look and felt encouraged. "Please, I won't be long. I have to tell you something." He paused. "It's important."
Sighing to herself, she opened the door and he walked inside. Martha couldn't help it as she looked him over again. He did look somehow different. "Would you like something to drink, soda, tea, water …" She was little nervous.
"No, I'm fine. Please …?" He pointed to the sofa. She took a seat, he sat down next to her, but not too close. Taking a deep breath, he wasn't sure where to begin. "I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it, still trying to understand why it happened, but I couldn't ignore the things he told me because it all made a crazy kind of sense."
Confused, she asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I met someone a few days ago. He told me a story. Most of it sounded like something out of a dream, but I believed him because he told me some things about you and me that convinced me that he was telling the truth."
Confused, she shook her head. "You're not making any sense, just start at the beginning. Who was this person?"
"He told me his name was Clark Kent that he was from a mirror dimension that he was our son that we were happily married in that other world, that we raised him and that he loved us, and he wanted us to be together because … well, we belong together."
Martha looked down at her hands in her lap. "And you believed him." It was a statement not a question.
Feeling bold, he placed his hand over hers. "Yes, I believed him. It's true, you know. We do belong together, Martha. There's no doubt in my mind about that."
She turned to face him with hope in her eyes. "Oh, Jonathan, so much has happened … the farm."
"We can get it back."
"But how, we have no money."
She said 'we'. It was a start. "We'll work it out."
"And what about … you know, the drinking …?"
"I joined AA, Martha, and I haven't had a drink since I talked to Kent."
"Really, truly?"
He smiled. "Truly."
"Jonathan, I want to believe you, I do … but …"
He squeezed her hands. "I know I have a lot to make up for, but if you're willing to give it a try." He paused as looked into her eyes hoping to convey how he felt. "I love you, Martha. That's never going to change."
Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Jonathan, I love you too."
He stood up then, pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. Still feeling bold, he leaned down and then he kissed her softly enjoying their kisses. But it was Martha who encouraged him, pulling him closer and running her hands through his hair. He deepened the kiss as he kissed her back. He felt his heart soar into the clouds. Being with her again, in her arms again felt like heaven. He managed to speak, "Oh Martha, I've missed you so much," he whispered in her ear.
She pulled back and stroked his cheek. "I've missed you too."
"We will make this work. I know my coming here was out of the blue, but would you go with me to the ranch and check things out?"
"I don't know, Jonathan, I don't think we should rush into anything. Maybe take it one day at a time?"
He frowned, but he understood. "Of course, I understand, but remember, we will get back together." He paused as he kissed her again. "Count on it."
He sounded like her Jonathan again, and she believed him. "I will."
"Goodnight, Martha."
"Goodnight, Jonathan." She leaned up to kiss his cheek, surprising him.
He smiled then turned to go, his heart finally felt whole again after almost a year.
~o~o~
Present time, the Kent Farm:
Hand in hand, Lois and Clark drifted down the stairs on clouds of happy thoughts about last night, ready to kiss goodbye on the front porch, when Clark turned to see a car drive up.
"Who is that?" Lois asked.
He stiffened. "Go inside."
"But who is it?"
He turned to her. "Jonathan Kent."
"Oh," she murmured. "Well, I'm not going to hide from him, Clark. Besides, things are different now. Oliver is dead, and that part of my life is over." She squeezed his hand.
"Alright, stay, but if he insults you or makes a scene, well, he won't be happy."
"Please don't lose your temper."
"I'm not promising anything."
Minutes later, Jonathan pulled up to the side of the house, and after seeing who was standing there his blood pressure shot into the sky. He slowly exited the car, took several deep breaths to calm down. "What the hell are you two doing here? What is the meaning of this?"
"Mr. Kent …?" Lois began.
Clark interrupted her. "I live here now," he told him bluntly.
Jonathan was shocked. "You live here? When did this happen?"
"I bought this property several days ago." He paused. "I bought it for you … and your wife."
Lois gasped utterly and completely shocked by what he had just said, but inside she was so proud of what he had done.
Silence followed that shocking statement. Jonathan did not know what to say.
"A thank you would have been nice," Clark whispered glibly to Lois.
Jonathan slowly walked up the stairs and stood there staring at them, but the words were stuck in his throat. He thought about it for another minute then he crossed his arms. "Are you trying to buy my silence because it will not work not this time not ever."
"That is not the reason I did this," Clark quickly replied.
"Then why did you do it?" He paused. "What do you want?" Jonathan did not trust him or his actions.
"I want nothing from you." He looked out over the landscape of the farm. It did need a lot of work, but he was willing to help him. "All I ask is that I can remain here and that one day, if we don't kill each other, that maybe you, your wife and I can be a family."
Jonathan gave a bark of laughter. "You can't be serious."
Lois just stared at Clark with a shocked expression.
He frowned. "Does it look like I'm joking?"
Lois pulled his arm so that he would face her. "Is that a good idea? I know you want to set things right the way they should have happened, but it's going to take time to get past a lot of hurt … and not just you. The Kent's need to work through their problems as well."
"I know that, Lois, but …" He turned back to Jonathan. "You know I'm right about this. All of us living here, working on the farm, all with the same goals … to put things the way they should have been … well, I think we have a chance and I don't want to throw that chance away." He paused. "Do you, Mr. Kent?"
"Look, I get where you're coming from, I do, but like Ms. Lane said, we all have a lot to work through … and …"
Clark interrupted him. "And you want to do it apart, each living our own lives, not talking, not getting to know each other? It won't work. We'll drift even further apart, and then it'll be like we never met, never had a chance to … to love each other, to be a family …" His eyes watered becoming emotional. He walked over to the railing, leaned against it then wiped his eyes with back of his hand. "I'm sorry … it's just my life up until this point was like living in a long dark tunnel with no end in sight, but meeting Lois and now you, it feels as if all of it was meant to be and I can't move forward, not at all, without either of you in my life."
Lois and Jonathan glanced at each other with the same thoughts. Lois walked over to him and took his hand. "I'm not going anywhere."
Clark pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Lois."
Jonathan was so moved by his speech that he had to agree to his terms, but he truly hoped they didn't kill each other. "And neither am I."
Clark turned to him then held out his hand.
Jonathan looked at his hand and then at his face. He couldn't deny him this. He shook his hand.
It was a beginning.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, in Gotham City:
In his office at Wayne Towers, Bruce Wayne read the headline again. Shaking his head, he looked up when his Uncle Philip walked in.
After the death of his parents, Bruce's Father's brother had stepped up and raised Bruce. Surrounded by his Uncle's family and his many cousins, he felt surrounded by family. And just a year ago, he had married his long-time love, Selina Kyle and now she was six months pregnant with their first child, a daughter.
"Well, Bruce, I just got back from Metropolis, and yes, there is a very powerful vigilante there but there is some mystery surrounding him," Philip said as he came into his office and took a seat.
"What kind of a mystery?" Bruce was definitely intrigued. According to the article, Kal-El of Krypton is a very powerful being but also very humble. He could rule them all but instead he wants to help, nothing more.
"Well, not everyone wants him there. There were a few very suspicious and unsolved murders and there was someone called Ultra-man connected by an eye witness, and the police wanted to question him about these murders."
"Was he found and arrested."
"No, they never found him, and now this Kal-El is out there helping the police and they don't know what to make of him."
"What happened to the eye witness?" Bruce asked, needing to know more.
"I have no idea."
Bruce stood up becoming thoughtful. He walked over to the window. "Who did you talk to in Metropolis?"
"I spoke briefly with Lois Lane at the Daily Planet offices and the police. She was in a hurry, but she was very forthcoming."
"Lois Lane? I see, she wrote the article."
"Yes, and if I trust my instincts, she knows a lot more than what she's saying."
He turned from the window. "What do you mean?"
"She 'knows' him if you know what I mean." Philip raised his eyebrows his meaning clear.
Bruce chuckled. "And how would you know that?"
"Just by the look in her eyes and the way she spoke about him. It was obvious."
"You know what I think? The title of that article was just that … a title. It doesn't mean that they're sleeping together. They did it to sell newspapers. That's all it was."
"If you say so, but I trust my instincts. Find her, and you'll find Kal-El."
Bruce was thinking, he may just be right about that. He turned back to the window.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: Oh, I loved, loved writing this chapter. Jonathan, Martha, and Clark together, getting to know each other, learning how to open up, to love and be loved? *sigh* Come back in a week. Thanks for reading! Reviews are love.