A.N: This hasn't been Beta read. If you would be kind enough to beta read it for me I will love you forever :) You can contact me at TPauSilver@aol.com. The character Lenon is Clark, for anyone who can't figure that out. This will, later, deal with slash and incest of sorts but for now it's clean sailing for all. You can read up to at least chapter four I think without the slash and incest coming into it so please do and review. Thank a lot.
The truck rolled out of Smallville. Martha gazed out of the window at the corn fields. She desperately wished the wish she had made at Lana’s request came true. Lana was such a lovely child. A child any mother could be proud of. Martha envied her parents so much. they didn't know how lucky they were to have a child.
Martha and her husband had been trying for years. She wanted nothing more then her own family. They had been to the doctors to see if he could tell them why they couldn't have a child but they had been told there were no medical reasons. She reached up and touched the windscreen. Her husband, Jonathan, sighed and pulled over the truck.
She loved her husband, she really did. She knew he felt the same as her, that their little family just weren't complete without the little baby they wanted so badly. They had considered adopting but because of their debts and uncertain income from the farm they had been rejected. What she wouldn't give for a little angel like Lana. Her own little daughter who would dress up as a fairy princess and make wishes.
"I know you want a child Martha,” Jonathan said, calmly. “But you cant let yourself get so depressed over this. I want a child to but your not going to help anything. You know they'll never let us adopt if you have to go on medication for depression.”
She didn't meet his eyes. The corn seemed so much more intrusting. It swayed in a light breeze which was lifting the heat of the beautiful summer day. This was really the perfect, all american town. Their perfect place to live and raise a child. Nothing bad could happen in Smallville. So why would no-one let her have a baby?
Jonathan reached out and wrapped his arms around her. She relaxed into his embrace. She loved him. He had been so good through all of this. A lesser man would have left her when she discovered she would never be a mother, but not Jonathan. She loved him so.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
He was going to say something more when something in the sky caught his eye.
They both stood up and stepped out of the car as meteorites began to fall.
~*~*~*~
Lex was bored. BORED BORED BORED. His stupid father had made him come on this stupid trip in the stupid helicopter. This was a stupid day. Lex’s dad was making a deal to buy out someone or something. Lex didn't really care. THere were many more adventures to be had in the cornfield.
Lex knew that if his mother was there she would have worried about him. She would have paid attention and held his hand to stop him wandering of. As it was his father didn't even notice he was gone.
He pushed his way through the corn, trying to put thoughts of his mother out of his mind. Lex was nine. He had lost his mother years ago when he had only been 7 but he still couldn't bear to think about her. Lex knew his father didn't care about him like he should, but there was nothing the young Luthor heir could do about it.
He ran through the corn, trying to leave his thoughts behind him, then stopped abruptly as he emerged into a clearing. Towering before him was a cross and from the cross hung a man. Lex gasped and fell backwards.
The man gasped and called out for help. Lex was so scared. He wanted to run, away from everything. He set of running away from the horrible man on the scarecrow, away from his father, away from everything.
He didn't run far before his asthma started up. He collapsed on his knees and brought the inhaler up to his lips, trying to breath.
The he saw it. In the sky. A light. He sat there for a moment, stunned as the ball of fire got closer and closer, then he stood up and ran again.
Lex didn't know what was happening. Couldn't know. For all the posh private schooling he was only 9 and scared. He felt tears threaten to roll down his cheeks. Lex hadn't cried since his mothers death. Hadn't shed one tear. His father had told him of the last time he cried, at his mother funeral. His father had told him it showed weakness. Lex put his head down and ran, then he heard a crash behind him. He still didn't look. It he had he would have seen clouds of dust billowing towards him at an amazing speed. He just kept running.
His asthma grew worse. He knew he couldn't run for much longer. Then his legs fell out from under him. He ended up face down in the dirt, his inhaler thrown away from him. He stumbled forward, reaching for the inhaler, then the dust cloud hit.
The young Luthor was immediately flattened under the corn as it was blown down onto him. He lay quivering, unable and unwilling to move. Then a second wave hit.
This wave wasn't like the first. The first was all about sheer force, this one was softer. It seemed to wash over Lex. The confused little boy felt his breathing ease. He felt all this distantly. Lying shaking on the floor. Alone in the corn field.
~*~*~*~
It was all dark. Dark and cold. The little boy shivered. He didn't know who or what he was. He remembered something. A feeling of being warm. A feeling of belonging. He closed his eyes, squeezed them really tightly, to see if he could make that feeling come back. It didn't work.
Keeping his eyes closed he felt around. Maybe if he got out of this little thing then he could go find the nice warm feeling. THere was a noise and something opened. Without opening his eyes the boy found the opening and stuck his hand out of it. His hand met the warm Kansas air. Much nicer then the cold shell. He pushed himself up and crawled out into the sunshine.
At first he lay next to the ship, not knowing how to do anything else. It slowly came back to him. He rolled over and put his hands on the floor. He found that he could push himself up and pull himself along with his hands. Then he used his knees to.
He reached the edge of the clearing and sat down. He looked curiously down at himself. He wiggled his toes, then giggled. He lent over forward and lay his hands flat on the ground. He pushed his bottom up in the sir, trying to stand, but fell over. It took two more tries for him to find himself on his feet.
The boy took a tentative step forward. His legs stayed under him. He let out a little laugh of joy and clapped his hands. Now he could walk he had a tool to explore his world. He started to walk through the corn, pushing it aside as he stumbled forward.
Quite suddenly his world of corn ended. The boy was faced with a vast field. He couldn't see the end of it but in the middle was a big rock. The boy froze there. Somehow he knew the rock was bad.
He turned and was about to go again, to see if he could find something nicer in the other direction, but then he stopped.
There was a funny noise coming from the field. He stopped and listened to it. A funny cry. He listened hard, trying to make it out.
“HELP,” the weak voice cried. The boy didn't understand the word. It may as well have been a cow mooing for all he knew, but he could hear the terror in the voice. He took a little step forward, the stopped. The rock made him ill. He had never seen another rock like it but he knew it made him ill.
He circled the clearing and the noise grew louder. Finally the boy could see where it was coming from. A quivering mass under the otherwise flat corn. He made himself go forward, uncertain little feet getting caught up in the flat corn. He wanted very much to run back the way he had come and curl up and remember the worm feeling, but something needed him.
Finally he reached the shaking mass. He reached out and lay a hand on the mass. He felt it quivering under his hand. The little boy fell to his knees and started to push away the corn. It was hard as he was weak from his long journey and the big rock but he kept bravely at his task until he uncovered the source of the noise.
A little boy just like him lay there, shaking. The other boy had funny things on his body and around the top of his head were little strands of red hair, not stuck to his head. The little boy reached up and touched his own hair, hoping that it hadn't fallen out. Then the other boy looked up at him. The boy from the pod was shocked. The other boy was so scared. He knelt there for a moment, then he reached forward and wrapped his arms around the other boy. The other boy returned the hug slowly. The boy from the pod was quiet for a moment, then the other boy began to cry.
~*~*~*~
Lionel didn't notice the meteor until it was to late. His back was to the field and he was concentrating on his business deal. It would have been quite a show to watch it he hadn't been so busy.
He heard it first, a crashing sound. He spun and saw the dust cloud rise. He saw it rush outwards. He was to shocked to move for a moment, then the dust cloud was on him. It had mostly dissipated though and he hardly felt it.
As the cloud cleared he reached up and wiped his face with a handkerchief he had pulled from his pocket. He absently looked around for Lex. When he didn't immediately see the boy he began to get nervous.
“LEX,” he cried out. Damn it. It was just like that boy to go wandering of. He didn't have time for this. Since his wife had died his son had caused him nothing but trouble.
Luthor moved of into the field, trying to avoid stepping on anything that could ruin his designer shoes. The blast was wide. In the middle was a small stone, a meteor. It was about the size of his head. It must have been a big one before it entered the Earths atmosphere.
THen across from the rock he saw something. It looked like two children. He ran out across the field, all the time watching his footing. As he drew closer he saw he had been right. His son sat there in the corn, crying. Holding Lex was another boy. Lionel ran up to them and pushed the other boy away to get a good look at his son, then froze when he saw, to his horror, the Lex had lost all his hair. His wonderful auburn hair, just like his mothers.
By now the men who he had been making the deal with were by his side, and his assistant and the helicopter pilot. He turned his back from his son in disgust and his assistant picked the boy up. He then turned his attention to the other child.
“Where did you come from,” he asked the child. The child just sat there and looked up at him. He grew a little uncomfortable under the gaze, but held firm.
“What are you called?” he asked, trying a different tactic. the boy still didn't respond.
“Have you seen this child before?” he asked, turning to the local man who he had been striking a deal with. The man shook his head.
“His parents must be around here somewhere,” Lionel declared. “Let's find them.”
He turned and stalked of into the corn. He noted from the corner of his eye his assistant grabbing the new boy's arm and dragging him along. The new boy went happily, then he broke free of the mans grasp and ran. Lionel picked up his pace and followed the child. He gasped as they emerged into a clearing created by another projectile from the heavens, but this was decidedly not a piece of rock.
The little boy went over and crouched behind it.
If this child came down with that, then who knew what type of powers it may have. Powers that Lionel Luthor could use to his advantage. Of course, as with any weapon, he couldn't let anyone know it was a weapon.
He would adopt the boy. Take him into his home. Earn a few brownie points with the press, give the boy a future, and maybe help himself to. It was a no fail situation.
~*~*~*~
The little boy stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed like the little boy he had found in the corn had been. He turned and looked at the room he was in. It was so big, and so full of stuff. The man who had brought him here said he could have anything in this room and anything else he wanted. He was slowly starting to understand there people. There words were coming to him as walking had the first time he had stumbled out of the pod.
The door opened and a plump woman who took care of them and the other boy came in. The boy knew now that this other boy was called Lex. Lex was sulking and he kept reaching up to touch his scalp. The boy wanted to tell Lex that he looked fine without hair but he didn't have the language skills yet.
The nice lady said something then left. Lex stayed. He watched the other boy from the other side of the room. The boy smiled at him but Lex refused to meet his eye. A moment later the door opened again and the man entered. Lex called the man dad. He had been told to call the man this to. He didn't know why. He and Lex were the only ones who were allowed to call the man that.
Lex said something to dad and Dad yelled at Lex, making the boy turn from his and stare at the floor. Clark didn't really understand what had been said. Something about Lex’s nose.
Dad walked over to him now. He knelt down besides him and pulled him into an uncomfortable hug. He started speaking. The man had never touched him before so he guessed this was important and listened carefully to the words.
“You're my son now, Lenon.”
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