Okay, this is my first attempt at writing a Smallville fanfic. I have wrote stories about The X-Files and wrestling, of all things, lol. Anyway, please let me know whether you like this or not, and I'll continue . I've always wondered what happened between seasons 2 and 3, and here's my little take on that.
Don't own the characters or Smallville, though I wish I did.
Rating: G, but may end up being PG eventually
He held Martha's hand and stared at her face as she slept. It had been one of the worst days in their lives. She had lost the baby and there was nothing either one could do now but feel the loss of a little life that could have been. Deep in his heart, he knew something like this would happen. He didn't want to admit it, but he had problems grasping that his wife had actually become pregnant. It wasn't supposed to have happened. The doctors had told him and Martha that she would never be able to conceive. The ship had changed that, and he honestly didn't know how to feel. Sitting here now, he couldn't help but think that the inevitable had happened. "The child wasn't meant to be," he whispered to himself so softly he couldn't even hear the words.
His thoughts eventually drifted to Clark. He closed his eyes and felt a wave of guilt wash over him. His mind kept replaying what had happened in the very hall outside of the room he was in now. He did something he thought he would never do: he turned his back on his son. He basically blamed Clark for his mother being in the hospital, and then moments later, they learned the baby had died. Without a doubt Clark was blaming himself. Of that, Jonathan was sure. Clark always takes the blame for things that couldn't possibly be his fault.
He reopened his eyes and stared at his wife once again. He was torn. He wanted to stay with his wife because he knew she needed him, but he wanted to go after Clark and tell him that he didn't mean what he said. He was just hurt and scared; he never meant to take it out on him.
He looked through the blinds out into the hall. There wasn't a trace of Clark anywhere and that actually scared Jonathan. Any other time when one of the people Clark loved was in the hospital, he was with that person constantly, watching him or her like a hawk. Now his very own mother was in the hospital and it seemed like he dropped off the face of the Earth. He knew Clark was purposely staying away because of what had happened. He sighed loudly and brought his hand to his face to rub his weary eyes. When he reopened them and glanced at his wife, he was startled to see her looking up at him.
"Jonathan," she questioned softly, then she looked around the room. Now, she remembered why she was here. The truck had flipped and she had lost the baby. She closed her eyes for several seconds and then looked at her husband.
He saw the tears that were threatening to fall. "I'm here," he said quickly. "Everything's going to be okay." He reached down to hug her but she stopped his actions with one question.
He knew the question would come eventually, and he didn't honestly want to answer it. He looked down at their adjoined hands and whispered, "I don't know."
Martha's eyebrows furrowed and she tried to sit up a little further in bed, wincing in the process. "He hasn't been here to see me once. Is he okay? What happened?"
Jonathan looked up at the ceiling and Martha instantly knew something was wrong. She squeezed his hand tighter and said, "Jonathan, what happened?"
He couldn't look at her, not even if he tried. He still stared at their hands and told her that Clark had stolen Lionel's kryptonite key and put it in the ship. After he was through, Martha could only think of one thing to ask. "Okay…so if Clark has destroyed the ship and everything is fine, why isn't he here now?"
Jonathan chanced a look at her face. He could see that his wife was scared. She just lost one child and she was obviously afraid she was losing another. He sighed once more and whispered, "I said some things to Clark that I shouldn't have."
Martha's hand immediately shot up and went under Jonathan's chin. She brought his face up to hers so they could look into each other's eyes. She saw the pain there and she could tell it was killing him. "Oh, God, Jonathan," she whispered, "what happened?"
Jonathan looked back down again and hung his head in shame. "I don't know what came over me. I was just so scared I was losing you and the baby that I lashed out at him. I know I shouldn't have done it now, but…I don't know. I basically blamed him for putting you in the hospital, and now he's thinks he killed his little brother or sister, as well."
Tears were now seeping down both their faces. Martha wiped his away tenderly and said, "You have to go find him."
He shook his head and said, "I can't leave you in the hospital. I'll set things right with him when we get home."
Martha shook her head profusely. "It can't wait," she said. "I'll be alright. Go find our son and bring him here. I want to see him. I need to see him."
The desperation in her voice instantly brought Jonathan to his feet. He nodded at her and realized she was right. It couldn't wait. He kissed Martha on the lips and walked out of the room. Once he got out of the hospital, he ran to the truck and sped all the way home.