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Resurrection; Jonathan is back
Topic Started: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:18 am (2,040 Views)
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With all the sadness, I decided to post this now. It wont be a long one but I figure it can at least post what I have to start to help people feel better!


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“Well, well, well, Mr. Kent. What a mess you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Professor Fine stood over the body of Jonathan Kent. The weight of the coffin and the holographic image left in the man’s place had convinced the town of Smallville that their beloved son had gone quietly into that good night. Well, technically he had, but unbeknownst to them, a little sunlight was about to come pouring in. Fine stepped back from the form on the table and watched as a bright light enveloped the man from head to toe, warm energy igniting life where the coldness of death had been. He watched as the man called Jonathan took one deep breath. Then another. And another.

“Welcome back.”

Xxxxx


Clark sat in the loft watching the sun set, remembering the many times his father had stood beside him in that very spot with an arm around his shoulders and a sage piece of advice. He never allowed himself to cry in front of his mother, but at times like these, when he was alone, he let the tears to come.

“I’m sorry, dad,” he whispered to a picture of the young blonde man sitting on the steps of their house, holding it out in front of him. “It was all my fault. You always tried to tell me to think before I act. I just never learn.”

“How touching.”

Clark spun around at the voice behind him.

“You.” He blinked uncomprehendingly at the man in front of him, then quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. “I thought you were dead,” he growled, doing his best to tuck away his grief and sound as angry as he now felt.

“There’s a lot of that going around these days.” Fine took a few more steps forward and skimmed a hand lightly over the wood framing of the window as he stood next took Clark. He took the picture and studied it thoughtfully. “Humans. They’re so frail. It’s a wonder the species still exists at all.”

Clark snatched the picture back and turned his back on Fine and his indifference.

“But that one. That one was…important to you. Wasn’t he?” This time the man had managed a sliver of what almost seemed like genuine sympathy.

Clark fidgeted uncomfortably, turning the picture in his hands this way and that. “What do you want?” he barked, still not facing him.

“Do you see? Do you see now what kind of man Jor-El really was? He wanted to destroy Jonathan Kent from the beginning. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you would run all those years ago, and he knew your father would come running to him. That’s where it all started, isn’t it?” Fine whispered those last words seductively, and waited for a reaction.

“I don’t give a damn about Jor-El. Just leave me alone!” If he had turned around, he would have seen the smile of wicked glee light the man’s face.

“I don’t think you want me to do that. After all, I came bearing gifts,” he said knowingly.

Clark turned at that, opened his mouth about to speak when Fine disappear and then instantly reappeared with…

No.

No, it wasn’t possible.

It was some kind of trick. Standing there, hands tied at his front, tape over his mouth…

Clark felt the air rush from his lungs and his knees nearly buckle beneath him. “It can’t be,” he gulped, his head swimming, trying desperately to process what his senses were telling him.

“What? Don’t you have a hug for dear ol’ dad?”

Fine shoved the man roughly toward him, and when he stumbled, Clark automatically caught him. Something in the embrace was so familiar and yet his mind still refused to accept it. For a moment he just stood there holding this person, afraid to move, to question anything beyond that familiarity, terrified it might be torn away again. “Dad?” he said quietly. Slowly, he pulled back and peered into the blue eyes that instantly found his. They were kind, warm, and worried.

They were his father’s eyes.

“Dad!”

Before another nanosecond passed, Clark removed the tape and rope and stared anxiously at his father.

“Clark…”J onathan said, putting his hand at his son’s shoulder. “I don’t know what this is all about, but don’t you listen to him. I don’t care what he does to me. I won‘t let him hurt you or your mother.”

Clark stared back, unblinking. “Dad, do you have any idea what’s happened?”

“He doesn’t remember a thing,” Fine announced. “As far as he’s concerned it’s still a month ago.” He grinned at his own cleverness.

Clark swallowed and look back at his father. “Dad, you--you were--” He couldn’t say the word. The terrible, awful word. He just threw his arms around the man and closed his eyes tight, tears flowing again as he began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Clark, what is it?” Jonathan asked from over the boy‘s shoulder, now alarmed at his son’s state, holding him tighter.

“You’ll have to forgive young Kal-El, Mr. Kent. It’s not every day your father walks out of his grave,” Fine explained, quite amused.

Jonathan jerked his head around and stared wide-eyed, mouth agape at the alien. “What?”

“Indeed. I suppose I forgot to fill you in on that little detail.” He perched himself on the staircase railing and swung his feet leisurely back and forth. “For nearly a month now Jonathan Kent has been no more. To the rest of the world, you are a dead man, sir. Your heart, as I recall.”

Jonathan continued to stare in disbelief as he held his son in his arms, still comforting him. Fine hopped down from the wooden rail and strode over to the pair. “Of course that’s all a thing of the past now. You’re as healthy as the day Kal-El was sent to you. You see, Jor-El found a way to cheat death twice.--through his only son and through all his posturing and preaching from inside those icy walls. “ His nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought. “It‘s only fair that you do the same at least once. Cheat death, I mean. Personally, I could do without the posturing and preaching,” he added glibly.

“Listen you…” Jonathan squared his shoulders and spoke firmly.

“Well, so much for that thought,” Fine sighed as he crossed his arms.

Clark finally managed to compose himself and turned his attention to Fine as well, though still keeping an arm around his father. He sniffled slightly. “I know you. You‘re no humanitarian. What‘s in this for you?”

“You’re not as dumb as you look,” he observed, then grinned again. “It’s simple really. A life for a life, that was the deal right? So…”

“You want me to destroy Jor-El.”

“Quite a bright fellow actually, aren’t you?” Fine teased.

“Clark, dinner’s ready. I thought we would--”

Martha Kent had just reached the top step when she stopped and stared at the strange trio for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the man holding her son.

Just before she fainted.

Clark ran to his mother and managed to catch her before she hit the floor.

“I believe that’s my cue,” Fine said, standing over Martha, Clark, and now Jonathan who worried over his wife. “Just remember, Kal-El, a debt must be paid. If you refuse--” he looked back at Jonathan,” I will be back to collect. And he won‘t be coming back from where I‘ll send him.”


To be continued...



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LivvieLovesClark
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Oh...my...goodness. MORE NOW!!!!

You made me cry you know, not everyone can do that. I guess losing Jonathan is still a sore spot with me. :(
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Thanks, guys. I'll try to get more up later today. :) As far as I'm concerned, this is how the story goes...
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Renee
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Is it bad that I really, really like Brainiac in this one? :biggrin: If I were Clark, I'd be saying, "Heck yeah, I'll kill Jor-El! What do you prefer, bazooka, hand grenade, nuclear missile . . . ?"
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Actually, I always kinda liked brainiac lol. Nice twist, i couldnt have thought of it! :)

Speaking of ressurections, I have one last ditch attempt in mind myself...
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Xxxxxx


“Mom. Mom are you okay?”

Martha lay on the couch with both Clark and Jonathan fretting over her. Clark looked over his shoulder at his father. “Dad, I think you should probably change out of your um…”

For the first time Jonathan looked himself over and realized he was wearing a dark gray, three piece suit. Why would he be w--?

Oh.

Right.

Hurriedly, he ran up the stairs, only to come right back down again.

“Clark, where--?”

Before Jonathan could finish the question, Clark recognized his dilemma. “Oh, sorry,” he said sheepishly. “They’re in a box in the back of the closet.”

For a moment Jonathan didn’t move, still having trouble grasping the whole situation. “Right,” he muttered after a pause, more to himself then to Clark, then headed back up the stairs again. When he returned he was dressed in his more traditional attire--jeans, a flannel shirt, and a pair of work boots. “How is she?”

“I think she’s coming around.”

Clark hovered over his mother and watched as her eyes blinked slowly open. “Clark?” Her voice was soft and shaken, but she managed to focus on him. “I must have been having a dream. I thought--”

“Martha, are you okay, sweetheart?”

Martha’s eyes widened and her breath quickened to near hyperventilation. She turned quickly and looked up at the man she had ached for for so very long. “Jonathan!” she gasped, launching herself into his arms and sobbing hysterically. “Oh my God, Jonathan!”

“It’s all right, Martha,” he murmured softly. “I’m all right.” He kissed the top of her head and stroked his fingers through her hair.

“It can’t be. It’s just can’t be,” she cried, yet even as she said the words, she held him tighter and buried her face into his chest, refusing to let go.

“Mom--” Clark tried to interject, but Jonathan just held up a quieting hand and whispered the same tender words to his wife over and over again as he cradled her against him..

“I’m here sweatheart. I’m here.”



TBC...
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I love this sooo much! :wub: More more more!
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Jonathan sat in his large lounge chair with Martha in his lap, arms around his neck, and Clark on the arm beside them. Neither would leave his side for a second.

“It’s a miracle,” Martha said, settled peacefully against him as he held her.

“We can’t lose you again, dad.” Clark studied his father intently. “I don’t care what I have to do. If I have to take apart that place piece by piece with my own two hands, I’ll do it.”

“You know I’d be the first to tell you that I wouldn’t shed a tear over the destruction of that--that thing, but you have to be careful, son. You know what Fine tried to do last time. You know his agenda. If you destroy that place, there’s no telling what would happen.”

“I know what would happen if I don‘t!” Clark stood abruptly and faced his father. “And I won’t let it happen again. You won’t die because of me! *I’ll* die first!”

“Clark, settle down.” Jonathan gripped his son’s sleeve from his seat. “Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“You’re right. It’s not.”

Clark yanked his arm back and sped away.


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AWWWW!! this story is so sweet!! I love it!! :wub: PLEASE continue!!!!!!! :beg:
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Okay...*taps foot impatiently* where's the rest of it?
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You see, now that you've captured us, we have no mercy! :whip:
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Gotta Love That Good Old Smallville Feeling <3
I cant wait for more :clap: :clap:
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I love it... now can you please, please, pleeeeeesae continue :bounce: :bounce: :bounce:
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HOCKEY RULES!!!
YEA!! :bounce:
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Oh oh oh oh *jumps for joy*

Yay

More soon please!!!!
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Oh, this is so good. When Martha comes round from fainting and is in Jonathan's arms I had to stop reading because I couldn't see the screen because I was crying so much!

Why couldn't the writers or TPTB have thought of something like this!! :bonk:
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We need more! :beg: Please!
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I'm getting there. I have most of the next part written :)
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Atta girl! :coolyo:
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Clark placed the metallic disc into the stone table before him and was instantly transported to the fortress of snow.

“Jor-El!” he bellowed. He had managed such authority that for a brief second he thought it sounded like his father’s voice echoing back from the ice that surrounded him.

“I know why you have come,” the entity responded coolly. “You must understand, Kal-El, it is the way of things that we must always serve the greater good. Is one man’s life worth the millions that Zod will destroy in his place?”

“Oh, why don’t you stop your blathering and go back to the nether regions of hell, old man.”

Fine stood just behind Clark and tossed the key that had been left behind in his direction. “You really should watch where you leave this thing,” he said. “What took you so long?”

Clark snatched the key from midair. He turned to Fine and grabbed the shoulder of his coat, forcing him off balance. “You aren’t going to touch my father. Do you understand me? I won‘t let you,” he hissed.

Fine smiled impishly. “Now is that anyway to thank me? After all, I did bring the Earth man back for you, which is more than Jor-El ever did. Or have you forgotten?”

Clark pinned the man with a scorching stare. “You also once tried to murder my mother. Or have YOU forgotten?”

“True,” he conceded, still unphased by the show of force. “But that’s all in the past now. Unless, of course, you’d rather I left you father to the worms, which can still be arranged. Now, about that payment.”

The boy let go of him with an angry shove. “What do I have to do?”

“I think you remember.”

Clark strode past Fine over to the panel of crystals and took one into his hand. He hesitated, felt the weight of the smooth object against his palm.
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