Title: The Dukes of Smallville
Rating: PG
Summary: Very obvious by the title, don't you think? Anyways, Jonathan
Kent has always hidden a secret from his wife and son. When an accident
on the farm brings back memories of a forgotten life, Jonathan must try
and find out what happened twenty years ago and rediscover who he was.
Season: Middle of season one.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. If I did, I'd have Chloe and a certain
orange Dodge Charger. Ain't gonna happen but that don't mean I can't
dream...
Author's notes: There aren't very many DOH/Smallville crossovers out
there (actually, only one that I've managed to find.) So I decided to
write one of my own. I hope that you all enjoy this story.
'Indicates individual thoughts.'
And now, on with the show!!!
Jonathan Kent whistled to himself as he tightened up the last few bolts
on the bottom of the tractor. Just yesterday he'd gotten it stuck out
in the back field. While trying to drive it out he managed to burn up
the clutch in the process. And since Clark wasn't there to help, he'd
gone to his neighbor who managed to get one of his tractors over and
pull Jonathan's out. When Clark finally made it in that night his
father apprised him of the situation and that the next day they would
began repairs.
"Well, that should do it," Jonathan commented to no one in particular.
He pulled himself out from underneath the farm implement and headed
over to the driver's side door. Pulling himself into the cab he fired
up the John Deere's old diesel motor. A thick cloud of black smoke
bellowed out of the exhaust as the motor came alive.
Jonathan pressed on the clutch pedal and placed the tractor into first.
Easing off of it, the tractor lunged forward. Pleased, Jonathan shifted
into reverse. The tractor obediently backed up. 'The new clutch seems
to work fine,' Jonathan thought. Satisfied with the results, he shut
off the tractor and headed for the house.
Coming through the screen door, he washed his hands at the kitchen
sink, before pouring himself a glass of lemonade. He'd hoped that Clark
would've stayed around to help him, but something had come up at the
Torch and he had to leave. Martha had gone to town to shop for
groceries, leaving Jonathan to do the job by himself. Still, he was
happy that he managed to get the job done without his son lifting the
tractor for him, although he admitted subconsciously that it would've
really helped out.
Finishing off the last of the lemonade he headed back outside. Jonathan
heard the sound of a car pulling up and looked out across the Kansas
landscape. Sure enough, Martha was just now pulling up to the Kent's
farmhouse. She got out of the car, and seeing her husband, she smiled.
He returned it with one of his own and made his way over to her.
Out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted her husband of twenty years
heading over to her. Assuming that he was going to help with the
groceries she went back to unloading the car.
She was wrong.
In a split second Martha found herself being picked up off the ground
and being twirled through the air. "Jonathan, ah! Put me down!" she
squealed. Jonathan laughed as he sat her back down.
Jonathan was still laughing at his wife. She placed both of her arms
across her chest in a defensive stance. "Just what was that for?" she
asked, trying not to laugh in the process. Finally she couldn't hold it
in anymore and broke out into a mad fit of giggles. When they both
finally quit laughing, Jonathan placed both of his arms around her,
pulling her into his embrace.
"I love you, Martha Kent," Jonathan told her, before kissing her on the
lips.
When they parted, Martha asked, "Ok, so why are you in such a playful
mood?"
Jonathon smiled. "I'm just the luckiest guy in the world," he told her.
"I have a wonderful son and a beautiful wife."
Martha blushed. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve such
attention but then again she wasn't complaining either. "Well, if
you're done with this," she said, rubbing his back a little and kissing
him, "you can help your beautiful wife carry in the groceries."
"Of course," Jonathon replied, as the two spilt apart. He reached into
the car and lifted out some bags. Taking one more look at Martha he
walked into the house.
That night the three Kents had just finished supper when Jonathon
remembered something he needed to do out in the barn. Clark offered his
help but Jonathon told him he'd be fine by himself. After he headed off
to the barn Martha decided to go see him. Putting the last of the
dishes in the cupboard she left the house.
The Septemeber air was a little cool but it didn't faze Martha one bit.
She was still in shock of her husband's demeanor earlier in the day.
Her thoughts were broken when she heard a large crash coming from the
barn. Martha hurried her pace, hoping that nothing had happened to her
husband.
Entering the barn she found Jonathon on the ground, unconscious, with a
small pool of blood encompassing the area around his head. Martha
screamed. "Clark! Get down here! It's Jonathon, someting's happened to
him!!" No sooner than she'd finshed her sentence, the alien farmboy
showed up.
Clark gasped when he saw his father. Jonathon was on the ground, blood
all around him, with one of the family's acetelyene tanks sitting about
a foot away. 'It must've fallen on him,' Clark thought. Martha was
still crying hysterically. Clark turned to his mother. "I'm going to go
call an ambulance. Will you stay with him?"
Martha managed to nod her head in response. It was all Clark needed as
he supersped out of the barn to the house.
The two Kents sat in the waiting room of Smallville Medical Center.
Martha had stopped crying and now had her head leaned against Clark's
shoulder. Her red puffy cheeks were still evident but no one said
anything.
Clark had his arm wrapped protectively around his mother. He had to
wonder why this had happened. Why? Why did it have to happen to his
father? He was angry that he hadn't been there to protect his father
but shoved those thoughts to the side. Right now he needed to be there
for his mother.
Doctor Garner walked out of the ICU and spotted the Kents. An older
man, in his mid seventy's who was slightly balding, he'd been watching
over Jonathon for several years now. 'Just part of what Hiram asked me
to do,' he thought. Stopping at the nurses's office to pick up a
clipboard he headed for the boy and his mother.
"Martha, Clark, it's nice to see you again," Doctor Garner said as he
stopped in front of the two. "I just wish it was under better
circumstances."
"As do we, doctor," Martha replied.
"Doctor Garner, how's my dad?" a concerned Clark asked.
Doctor Garner smiled. "Well, he was and still is unconscious, but he's
lucky. He suffered mild trauma to the left side of his brain." He
paused for a second as he went over his notes. "He may suffer some mild
amnesia but we expect him to make a full recovery."
Martha began crying again. The news was bittersweet to her. Knowing
that her husband would be ok was one thing but to know that he may lose
some parts of his life? That was more than enough to bring her into
sobs.
Clark did the best he could to comfort his mother. "Dr. Garner, can we
see him?"
The doctor smiled again. "Of course. If you'll follow me I'll show you
to his room."
Clark nodded as he urged his mother's protesting form to follow him.
She finally gave in and the two headed for Jonathon's room.
Dr. Garner left the two Kents alone. He told them that he would be just
outside if they needed anything as he shut the door.
"Oh, Jonathon," Martha said as she took the seat next to him. Taking
his hand, she held it in hers. "My god, Clark, I can't believe this."
She broke off again as she began to cry. Clark protectively wrapped his
arms around his mother. The two were like this until they heard some
mumbling noises coming from the bed. Looking up, they were suprised to
see Jonathon Kent's eyes open.
"Martha, Clark, what are you doing here?" his raspy voice asked. As he
woke up he didn't notice that he was in a hospital. He believed that he
was still in the barn working but seeing his son and wife next him he
began to rethink that. He quickly looked at his surroundings. He
noticed that he was in a hospital room and that he was in a bed.
"Oh, Jonathan!" Martha quickly jumped out of the chair and lightly
hugged her husband.
"Dad!" Clark ran to the other side of the bed and joined his mother in
the hug. When they finally let go and stood back he looked at them with
an amused look on his face. "Well, I really appreciate the attention,
but can I ask a question? What am I doing in a hospital?"
"Perhaps I can answer that," Dr. Garner answered as he walked into the
room. "Minor trauma to the head," he said, pointing to the bandages on
Jonathon's head. Jonathon lightly rubbed the area before pulling his
hand back, wincing in pain.
"How exactly did I get minor trauma to the head?" Jonathon asked.
"Well dad," Clark replied. "When we found you there was an acetelyene
tank close by. I figure that it fell on you some way or another."
Jonathon nodded. He seemed to remember something about a tank that was
hanging from the wall and wasn't secure. He'd planned on doing
something about it put kept putting it off until it was too late.
"So, when do I get to leave here?" Jonathon asked Dr. Garner.
"Well, if everything looks good, tomorrow," the doctor replied.
Jonathon nodded as Dr. Garner slipped back out of the room, leaving the
family to have time to itself.
The next day things were looking much better. Jonathon was discharged
from the hospital and the Kents went home. That night, the family
enjoyed a quiet dinner. Clark did all of his chores plus his father's
work. The doctor had told Jonathon to take it easy for the next few
days. Though he was stubborn about it he promised his wife that he
would try and make an effort.
Just before going to bed for the night Jonathon hugged his son and his
wife. "I'm lucky to have you two," he told them. Martha and Clark tried
to hold in their tears but were unsuccessful. Together, the family made
there way up to their respective bedrooms for a much needed rest.
Martha woke during the night to find Jonathon screaming out. He seemed
to be having a dream but she wasn't sure what was happening. He called
out for someone named "Uncle Jessie" and "Luke". There were two other
people that he named. They were "Daisy" and "Cooter." He then went onto
mumble something about "The General" and "General Lee." Clark, hearing
his father, ran towards his parent's room.
Clark opened the door to find his mother standing next to the bed with
his father thrashing around in it and mumbling random words. The two
looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Martha decided to try and
wake Jonathon up.
"Jonathon! Honey, please wake up." she gently nudged him. Jonathon's
eyes fluttered open. He turned to look at the woman next to him.
"Daisy?" his slurred voice asked. He then noticed a dark haired boy
standing at the foot of the bed. "Luke?" he asked, his voice much more
understandable this time.
Clark looked at his mother then back to his father. "No dad, it's me,
Clark."
Jonathon's eyes went wide. "Clark? Clark who? I don't know any Clarks."
Martha was horrified. What had this accident done to her husband? How
could he not know his own son? "Jonathon, sweety. Don't you recognize
Clark?" she asked, pointing to him.
Jonathon glanced over to the boy then back to Martha. "Sorry darlin'
but I don't." For some reason, his accent sounded much deeper,
something that bewildered the other two. "And by the way, my name's Bo.
Bo Duke."
To be continued...
Rating: PG
Summary: Very obvious by the title, don't you think? Anyways, Jonathan
Kent has always hidden a secret from his wife and son. When an accident
on the farm brings back memories of a forgotten life, Jonathan must try
and find out what happened twenty years ago and rediscover who he was.
Season: Middle of season one.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. If I did, I'd have Chloe and a certain
orange Dodge Charger. Ain't gonna happen but that don't mean I can't
dream...
Author's notes: There aren't very many DOH/Smallville crossovers out
there (actually, only one that I've managed to find.) So I decided to
write one of my own. I hope that you all enjoy this story.
'Indicates individual thoughts.'
And now, on with the show!!!
Jonathan Kent whistled to himself as he tightened up the last few bolts
on the bottom of the tractor. Just yesterday he'd gotten it stuck out
in the back field. While trying to drive it out he managed to burn up
the clutch in the process. And since Clark wasn't there to help, he'd
gone to his neighbor who managed to get one of his tractors over and
pull Jonathan's out. When Clark finally made it in that night his
father apprised him of the situation and that the next day they would
began repairs.
"Well, that should do it," Jonathan commented to no one in particular.
He pulled himself out from underneath the farm implement and headed
over to the driver's side door. Pulling himself into the cab he fired
up the John Deere's old diesel motor. A thick cloud of black smoke
bellowed out of the exhaust as the motor came alive.
Jonathan pressed on the clutch pedal and placed the tractor into first.
Easing off of it, the tractor lunged forward. Pleased, Jonathan shifted
into reverse. The tractor obediently backed up. 'The new clutch seems
to work fine,' Jonathan thought. Satisfied with the results, he shut
off the tractor and headed for the house.
Coming through the screen door, he washed his hands at the kitchen
sink, before pouring himself a glass of lemonade. He'd hoped that Clark
would've stayed around to help him, but something had come up at the
Torch and he had to leave. Martha had gone to town to shop for
groceries, leaving Jonathan to do the job by himself. Still, he was
happy that he managed to get the job done without his son lifting the
tractor for him, although he admitted subconsciously that it would've
really helped out.
Finishing off the last of the lemonade he headed back outside. Jonathan
heard the sound of a car pulling up and looked out across the Kansas
landscape. Sure enough, Martha was just now pulling up to the Kent's
farmhouse. She got out of the car, and seeing her husband, she smiled.
He returned it with one of his own and made his way over to her.
Out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted her husband of twenty years
heading over to her. Assuming that he was going to help with the
groceries she went back to unloading the car.
She was wrong.
In a split second Martha found herself being picked up off the ground
and being twirled through the air. "Jonathan, ah! Put me down!" she
squealed. Jonathan laughed as he sat her back down.
Jonathan was still laughing at his wife. She placed both of her arms
across her chest in a defensive stance. "Just what was that for?" she
asked, trying not to laugh in the process. Finally she couldn't hold it
in anymore and broke out into a mad fit of giggles. When they both
finally quit laughing, Jonathan placed both of his arms around her,
pulling her into his embrace.
"I love you, Martha Kent," Jonathan told her, before kissing her on the
lips.
When they parted, Martha asked, "Ok, so why are you in such a playful
mood?"
Jonathon smiled. "I'm just the luckiest guy in the world," he told her.
"I have a wonderful son and a beautiful wife."
Martha blushed. She didn't know what she'd done to deserve such
attention but then again she wasn't complaining either. "Well, if
you're done with this," she said, rubbing his back a little and kissing
him, "you can help your beautiful wife carry in the groceries."
"Of course," Jonathon replied, as the two spilt apart. He reached into
the car and lifted out some bags. Taking one more look at Martha he
walked into the house.
That night the three Kents had just finished supper when Jonathon
remembered something he needed to do out in the barn. Clark offered his
help but Jonathon told him he'd be fine by himself. After he headed off
to the barn Martha decided to go see him. Putting the last of the
dishes in the cupboard she left the house.
The Septemeber air was a little cool but it didn't faze Martha one bit.
She was still in shock of her husband's demeanor earlier in the day.
Her thoughts were broken when she heard a large crash coming from the
barn. Martha hurried her pace, hoping that nothing had happened to her
husband.
Entering the barn she found Jonathon on the ground, unconscious, with a
small pool of blood encompassing the area around his head. Martha
screamed. "Clark! Get down here! It's Jonathon, someting's happened to
him!!" No sooner than she'd finshed her sentence, the alien farmboy
showed up.
Clark gasped when he saw his father. Jonathon was on the ground, blood
all around him, with one of the family's acetelyene tanks sitting about
a foot away. 'It must've fallen on him,' Clark thought. Martha was
still crying hysterically. Clark turned to his mother. "I'm going to go
call an ambulance. Will you stay with him?"
Martha managed to nod her head in response. It was all Clark needed as
he supersped out of the barn to the house.
The two Kents sat in the waiting room of Smallville Medical Center.
Martha had stopped crying and now had her head leaned against Clark's
shoulder. Her red puffy cheeks were still evident but no one said
anything.
Clark had his arm wrapped protectively around his mother. He had to
wonder why this had happened. Why? Why did it have to happen to his
father? He was angry that he hadn't been there to protect his father
but shoved those thoughts to the side. Right now he needed to be there
for his mother.
Doctor Garner walked out of the ICU and spotted the Kents. An older
man, in his mid seventy's who was slightly balding, he'd been watching
over Jonathon for several years now. 'Just part of what Hiram asked me
to do,' he thought. Stopping at the nurses's office to pick up a
clipboard he headed for the boy and his mother.
"Martha, Clark, it's nice to see you again," Doctor Garner said as he
stopped in front of the two. "I just wish it was under better
circumstances."
"As do we, doctor," Martha replied.
"Doctor Garner, how's my dad?" a concerned Clark asked.
Doctor Garner smiled. "Well, he was and still is unconscious, but he's
lucky. He suffered mild trauma to the left side of his brain." He
paused for a second as he went over his notes. "He may suffer some mild
amnesia but we expect him to make a full recovery."
Martha began crying again. The news was bittersweet to her. Knowing
that her husband would be ok was one thing but to know that he may lose
some parts of his life? That was more than enough to bring her into
sobs.
Clark did the best he could to comfort his mother. "Dr. Garner, can we
see him?"
The doctor smiled again. "Of course. If you'll follow me I'll show you
to his room."
Clark nodded as he urged his mother's protesting form to follow him.
She finally gave in and the two headed for Jonathon's room.
Dr. Garner left the two Kents alone. He told them that he would be just
outside if they needed anything as he shut the door.
"Oh, Jonathon," Martha said as she took the seat next to him. Taking
his hand, she held it in hers. "My god, Clark, I can't believe this."
She broke off again as she began to cry. Clark protectively wrapped his
arms around his mother. The two were like this until they heard some
mumbling noises coming from the bed. Looking up, they were suprised to
see Jonathon Kent's eyes open.
"Martha, Clark, what are you doing here?" his raspy voice asked. As he
woke up he didn't notice that he was in a hospital. He believed that he
was still in the barn working but seeing his son and wife next him he
began to rethink that. He quickly looked at his surroundings. He
noticed that he was in a hospital room and that he was in a bed.
"Oh, Jonathan!" Martha quickly jumped out of the chair and lightly
hugged her husband.
"Dad!" Clark ran to the other side of the bed and joined his mother in
the hug. When they finally let go and stood back he looked at them with
an amused look on his face. "Well, I really appreciate the attention,
but can I ask a question? What am I doing in a hospital?"
"Perhaps I can answer that," Dr. Garner answered as he walked into the
room. "Minor trauma to the head," he said, pointing to the bandages on
Jonathon's head. Jonathon lightly rubbed the area before pulling his
hand back, wincing in pain.
"How exactly did I get minor trauma to the head?" Jonathon asked.
"Well dad," Clark replied. "When we found you there was an acetelyene
tank close by. I figure that it fell on you some way or another."
Jonathon nodded. He seemed to remember something about a tank that was
hanging from the wall and wasn't secure. He'd planned on doing
something about it put kept putting it off until it was too late.
"So, when do I get to leave here?" Jonathon asked Dr. Garner.
"Well, if everything looks good, tomorrow," the doctor replied.
Jonathon nodded as Dr. Garner slipped back out of the room, leaving the
family to have time to itself.
The next day things were looking much better. Jonathon was discharged
from the hospital and the Kents went home. That night, the family
enjoyed a quiet dinner. Clark did all of his chores plus his father's
work. The doctor had told Jonathon to take it easy for the next few
days. Though he was stubborn about it he promised his wife that he
would try and make an effort.
Just before going to bed for the night Jonathon hugged his son and his
wife. "I'm lucky to have you two," he told them. Martha and Clark tried
to hold in their tears but were unsuccessful. Together, the family made
there way up to their respective bedrooms for a much needed rest.
Martha woke during the night to find Jonathon screaming out. He seemed
to be having a dream but she wasn't sure what was happening. He called
out for someone named "Uncle Jessie" and "Luke". There were two other
people that he named. They were "Daisy" and "Cooter." He then went onto
mumble something about "The General" and "General Lee." Clark, hearing
his father, ran towards his parent's room.
Clark opened the door to find his mother standing next to the bed with
his father thrashing around in it and mumbling random words. The two
looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Martha decided to try and
wake Jonathon up.
"Jonathon! Honey, please wake up." she gently nudged him. Jonathon's
eyes fluttered open. He turned to look at the woman next to him.
"Daisy?" his slurred voice asked. He then noticed a dark haired boy
standing at the foot of the bed. "Luke?" he asked, his voice much more
understandable this time.
Clark looked at his mother then back to his father. "No dad, it's me,
Clark."
Jonathon's eyes went wide. "Clark? Clark who? I don't know any Clarks."
Martha was horrified. What had this accident done to her husband? How
could he not know his own son? "Jonathon, sweety. Don't you recognize
Clark?" she asked, pointing to him.
Jonathon glanced over to the boy then back to Martha. "Sorry darlin'
but I don't." For some reason, his accent sounded much deeper,
something that bewildered the other two. "And by the way, my name's Bo.
Bo Duke."
To be continued...