Hi BLG!
A ficlet! Snack-sized stuff!
Prompted by our mutual frustration that Jonathan didn’t close the box of Kryptonite after Clark got sick in GGGOH.
Kryptonian parents safety course 101: first close the box, then help your child suffering from kryptonite exposure.
Clark needed to know what was going on.
Yes, just like with cigarettes. Have your kid smoke till they vomit, then they won’t do it on their own ever again.
Nor what harm could be caused if it fell into the wrong hands.
/Shifty eyes/
It was just a damn rock for God’s sake!
And so eerily pretty! Give it a princess cut, put it on a silver band. Sell it to a bachelor looking to settle down with a driven lady.
It doesn’t make any sense. Why go to all that trouble for a rock?’
He never heard of diamonds, has he?
’Because the more he learns about himself, the more afraid you are that you’ll lose him,’ a voice whispered inside him.
Yes. Imagine Clark learns that he’s married and a lord. He might go undercover so fast, you won’t even see a dust cloud.
’Dad, I’m feeling kind of strange.’
Clark followed the wheezy statement with a sudden grunt of pain, backing away from the sickly green light, hand flying to his stomach.
Contrary to the story: Jonathan takes the rock and takes it closer to Clark: “Do you think it’s the rock? Tell me if it’s the rock that made you unconscious? Should I put it back in the box or leave it next to you while I get Martha?”
He had to be okay. Clark was Superman, he was going to be okay.
Best not tell Lois that. It’s just allergies.
Whispered words repeated like a broken record.
‘My boy… my boy…’
But he didn’t stir.
The End
Very smoothly written
Michael
