#jon--s--kent

Her surprise lasted only a second. “Jonathan Samuel Kent! What are you doing here?! You need to go home RIGHT now.”

“And that is how at your age if elements of mutations start to effect you emotionally, mentally or physically, it’s important to go and confide in someone you trust rather than trying to keep anything a secret.” Linda finished to an expected lukewarm applause from her teenaged audience before the teacher took over an informed everyone they could speak with ‘Dr. Martin’ if they wanted to before she left. 

Frankly she hadn’t expected any of them to want to talk to her but when a young man did approach she smiled in a friendly manner and stood (tying not to sign at the fact that the teenager was still taller than her). “Hi there, anything you want to ask me?”

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It wasn’t so easy, but it seemed like it should have been more difficult than it was — but it felt like a blur.

She tugged her jacket around herself as she walked, quick, hurried steps. Her phone was dead, she had no way of checking on Clark or Jon but they were all she could think about. Where had they been? Had they not been in trouble they would have come — which meant they were in trouble. Having been trapped in the building she couldn’t get updates on what was going on in other parts of the city. She could smell smoke — she took that as a bad sign.

Something in her, a mom instinct, made her look up. “JON!” She literally jumped, waving her arms like an idiot and when he landed on the sidewalk she ran and tackled him in a hug. “Oh my god, are you okay? Where were you?!”

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Lois carefully carried a breakfast in bed type tray piled high with goodies. It had a big bowl of popcorn, a few different candies, a thermos with her world famous hot chocolate, and a mug of tea for her. She carried it into the living room where they had pushed all the furniture to the side and made a big bed in the ground with cushions and comforters; a Christmas Eve tradition from when Jon was small. “Did we decide on a movie?” 

Lois grins as she carefully kneels to set the tray down on their makeshift bed. “What do we think? All of our snack needs met?” She asks, standing up and looking around to see if there was anything else they needed before they opened their pajamas and a present.

Merry Christmas from the very extra home of the Kents.