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peace comes dropping slow by thedeadparrot (PG)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Martha, Chloe/Jimmy, implied Clark/Lois
Length: 3600 words
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thedeadparrot
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parrotfic
Why this must be read: Martha Kent's one of my favourite Smallville characters and in this story, she's the watchful centre of a holiday get-together (AU in S8). Clark, Chloe, Lois and Jimmy all flit in and out of the story while Martha watches and remembers. And, yeah, it's my second rec this month by the same author. When you're good, you're good!
The drive back to Smallville is dark, with only a few passing motorists, their headlights shining bright for a moment before they pass by. Clark takes his time to fill her in on the things that have happened that he can't say over the phone. She can hear the places where he carefully edits things out, but she doesn't push.
"I invited Chloe and Jimmy over for the holidays," he says as they pass the 'Welcome to Smallville' sign. "And Lois sort of invited herself over, too."
That's not the entire truth, either, but Martha's just glad it won't be only the two of them this year. "No Lana or Oliver?" she asks.
"They're out of town," Clark says, and she nods in acceptance.
It snowed the night before, and the farm is covered in a thin white blanket. The snow on the ground usually reminds her too much of Jonathan's funeral, but the ache is worth it, a reminder that she has loved someone that much for that long, and that she doesn't regret a single moment of it. She kissed him for the first time on a night like this, clear and cold. They held hands as they walked through Grant Park, and under a street lamp, he put a hand under her chin and kissed her, gently.
The lights in the house are on, and she can practically feel the warmth as she steps out of the truck. The front door swings open. Three figures spill out.
"Hey, Mrs. Kent!" one shouts, the one Martha is pretty sure is Lois.
"Hello, everyone," Martha says back, laughing, because she's finally home.
peace comes dropping slow
Pairing: Martha, Chloe/Jimmy, implied Clark/Lois
Length: 3600 words
Author on LJ:
thedeadparrotAuthor Website:
parrotficWhy this must be read: Martha Kent's one of my favourite Smallville characters and in this story, she's the watchful centre of a holiday get-together (AU in S8). Clark, Chloe, Lois and Jimmy all flit in and out of the story while Martha watches and remembers. And, yeah, it's my second rec this month by the same author. When you're good, you're good!
The drive back to Smallville is dark, with only a few passing motorists, their headlights shining bright for a moment before they pass by. Clark takes his time to fill her in on the things that have happened that he can't say over the phone. She can hear the places where he carefully edits things out, but she doesn't push.
"I invited Chloe and Jimmy over for the holidays," he says as they pass the 'Welcome to Smallville' sign. "And Lois sort of invited herself over, too."
That's not the entire truth, either, but Martha's just glad it won't be only the two of them this year. "No Lana or Oliver?" she asks.
"They're out of town," Clark says, and she nods in acceptance.
It snowed the night before, and the farm is covered in a thin white blanket. The snow on the ground usually reminds her too much of Jonathan's funeral, but the ache is worth it, a reminder that she has loved someone that much for that long, and that she doesn't regret a single moment of it. She kissed him for the first time on a night like this, clear and cold. They held hands as they walked through Grant Park, and under a street lamp, he put a hand under her chin and kissed her, gently.
The lights in the house are on, and she can practically feel the warmth as she steps out of the truck. The front door swings open. Three figures spill out.
"Hey, Mrs. Kent!" one shouts, the one Martha is pretty sure is Lois.
"Hello, everyone," Martha says back, laughing, because she's finally home.
peace comes dropping slow