Clark Kent (
stands_for_hope) wrote2015-05-26 08:10 pm
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The Double K Farm for At Risk Youth - How it Starts
It had been a hard year for the Kents.
The loss of a father, a husband, had hollowed out mother and son, though thankfully they'd managed to make due on the farm between the both of them. But that was just the financial parts. The farm felt empty without Jonathon Kent, their home felt empty, and Clark...
Clark was so angry with everyone, with everything. It wasn't fair.
He could do so many things, so many things, but he hadn't been able to do anything when his father's heart had given out. He hadn't been able to do anything when Jonathon Kent had dropped dead in a field while Clark was at school. He'd just been there to get pulled into the office, take the phonecall from his mother.
It was doubly hard to go through his days now. Before, there'd been a bit of a barrier between the people who liked to tease him; Jonathon Kent had been respected and folks had looked out for Clark because of it. They still looked for him, but now it was more about sympathy and less of a willingness to put themselves between him and trouble.
That's why he was here. Twelve years old, pushed against a chain link fence, holding onto the fence pole for their sake as much as his own. Anger boiled up inside him, anger enough to make his eyes start to lighten to red, anger enough to make him want to do things he couldn't do, shouldn't do. Because people were mean and cruel and they picked on weakness like a pack of jackals, even if the weakness was feigned.
I can't do it. I can't hurt anyone.
It was like a screen door trying to hold back a tidal wave. He was shaking and his eyes were so hot. He just hoped he could hold on long enough for them to get bored. Long enough for someone to wander by. He just had to hold on.
The loss of a father, a husband, had hollowed out mother and son, though thankfully they'd managed to make due on the farm between the both of them. But that was just the financial parts. The farm felt empty without Jonathon Kent, their home felt empty, and Clark...
Clark was so angry with everyone, with everything. It wasn't fair.
He could do so many things, so many things, but he hadn't been able to do anything when his father's heart had given out. He hadn't been able to do anything when Jonathon Kent had dropped dead in a field while Clark was at school. He'd just been there to get pulled into the office, take the phonecall from his mother.
It was doubly hard to go through his days now. Before, there'd been a bit of a barrier between the people who liked to tease him; Jonathon Kent had been respected and folks had looked out for Clark because of it. They still looked for him, but now it was more about sympathy and less of a willingness to put themselves between him and trouble.
That's why he was here. Twelve years old, pushed against a chain link fence, holding onto the fence pole for their sake as much as his own. Anger boiled up inside him, anger enough to make his eyes start to lighten to red, anger enough to make him want to do things he couldn't do, shouldn't do. Because people were mean and cruel and they picked on weakness like a pack of jackals, even if the weakness was feigned.
I can't do it. I can't hurt anyone.
It was like a screen door trying to hold back a tidal wave. He was shaking and his eyes were so hot. He just hoped he could hold on long enough for them to get bored. Long enough for someone to wander by. He just had to hold on.
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"I work in expediting," Ahdri agreed.
"Mechanical engineering," Neala put in.
Bani grinned. "Public relations."
And that left Meghan giggling. "I work with the kids who are caught in the cases the Foundation steps in on."
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"And you need to get mail to help people. And making it faster is important for people really in trouble. And you can't help people without the neat gadgets you guys have. And you really can't help people if they think you're the bad guys. And helping kids... You all do important stuff."
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"It's agents like him," Bani said, motioning toward Michael, "who go out and do the difficult things and put their lives on the line to help people."
"Don't remind me," Kitt groaned. "I'll always take a missile for him, but I'd really prefer not to have to."
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He looked over at Michael and lifted his chin.
"I bet he'd say the same thing."
He walked over to Mike and held his hand for a moment.
"Mike's really good at reading people." Then he ran over to Steve. "And Steve is great at math and drawing things." Then to Bucky. "And Bucky's really great with mechanical stuff and handling bullies."
Then he turned to the lot of them.
"Everybody does what they can and all together, you do amazing things. Some people are at the front, but that doesn't mean the people in the back didn't work just as hard. As long as you do your part, that's the important thing. That's..." he swallowed a little, "that's what my dad used to say. He'd say that everyone likes seein' the lions at the zoo, but we wouldn't have anything to eat without the worms."
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He may not have agreed with the fear that Jonathon Kent put into him (at all), but beneath that was a firm grounding and guidance that he hoped he could instill in Mike.
"I'm very, very proud of you, Clark."
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"See? He agrees."
Then he went to go hug his mom, who was looking a little wet-eyed.
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"Yes, please," he said, surprisingly polite after the display.
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Mike laughed at his father, but took Clark's hand as soon as he was close enough, squeezing it warmly, with a bright smile.
The FLAG agents, though, were just smiling. "What a happy family," Meghan observed a little wistfully.
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Martha smiled back at the FLAG agents.
"And today, you're with us. Come on. His lemonade really is pretty good."
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"Oh, if it's too much trouble..." Meghan started to wave it off, but Bani touched her shoulder and shook their head.
"If Michael wants us to sit with them a while and have lemonade, then we don't have anything more pressing."
"True enough," Neala agreed.
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"Do you have things you have to go do?"
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With playful embarrassment, she nodded, ducking her head.
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Bani smiled contentedly, though, taking the offered hand and following along. "We do appreciate all of you taking the time to make us feel welcome here."
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"We'd be poor hosts if we didn't."
He gave both their hands a squeeze.
"And you guys are all trying to make me feel more comfortable."
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Michael, meanwhile, was running ice through the blender while Bucky stretched up to get glasses. "Grape lemonade and strawberry lemonade?"
"Yep," Michael confirmed. "And the regular's almost ready."
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"Here we go, everybody. Lemonade, strawberry lemonade, and grape. Here, Clark, first grape's for you. And first strawberry's for Steve."
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