A/N: This is a different kind of story and way of story telling for me. I would appreciate your thoughts on it.

Reverberations

The man leaned against the old wooden fence as he watched his dark haired son playing in the meadow. The boy was at peace as he chased a butterfly, laughing as it stayed just out of reach, a peace that the man could not remember, but wished he did.

He wiped condensation from the Mason jar he had sat on the fence and took a swig of the sweet iced tea that it contained, never taking his eyes from the boy. Presently, a slender fair arm wrapped around his waist and he smiled as he covered her hand with his. They stood there, watching the boy, until he sighed.

"I hope I don't let him down."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Our son. I hope I can be a good father to him."

"You had a good example. Your father was a very good man and father."

"I know. Do you think he ever had any doubts?"

"About being a parent? Probably, most people do."

"We have a very special boy there, Martha. I hope I don't mess up."

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we are in this together."

They stood there watching their son until she reached up with a hand and pulled his head down for a kiss on the cheek. With a smile just for him, she stepped away and rubbed him on the back as she left.

The man leaned against the old wooden fence as he watched his son play.

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The man leaned against the old wooden fence as he watched his dark haired son playing in the meadow. The boy was at peace as he chased a butterfly, laughing as it stayed just out of reach, a peace that the man could not remember, but wished he did.

He wiped condensation from the Mason jar he had sat on the fence and took a swig of the sweet iced tea that it contained, never taking his eyes from the boy. Presently, a slender tan arm wrapped around his waist and he smiled as he covered her hand with his. They stood there, watching the boy, until he sighed.

"I hope I don't let him down."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Our son. I hope I can be a good father to him."

"You had a good example. Your father was a very good man and father."

"I know. Do you think he ever had any doubts?"

"About being a parent? Probably, most people do."

"We have a very special boy there, Lois. I hope I don't mess up."

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Smallville, we're in this together."

They stood there watching their son until she reached up with a hand and pulled his head around for a passionate kiss. With a smile just for him, she stepped away and slapped him on the rear as she left.

The man leaned against the old wooden fence as he watched his son play.

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The man leaned against the old wooden fence as he watched his dark haired son playing in the meadow. The boy was at peace as he chased a butterfly, laughing as it stayed just out of reach, a peace that the man could not remember, but wished he did.

He wiped condensation from the Mason jar he had sat on the fence and took a swig of the sweet iced tea that it contained, never taking his eyes from the boy. Presently, a slender olive arm wrapped around his waist and he smiled as he covered her hand with his. They stood there, watching the boy, until he sighed.

"I hope I don't let him down."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Our son. I hope I can be a good father to him."

"You had a good example. Your father is a very good man and father."

"I know. Do you think he ever had any doubts?"

"About being a parent? Probably, most people do."

"We have a very special boy there, Rissa. I hope I don't mess up."

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we are in this together, Jon."

They stood there watching their son until she reached over with a hand and pulled his head over for a kiss on the cheek. With a smile just for him, she stepped away and rubbed him on the shoulder as she left.

The man leaned against the old wooden fence as he watched his son play.

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The End