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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,795
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Beginning
SINS OF THE FATHER 03: THE BEGINNING
_see part 1 for disclaimers ______________________________________________________
Looking back, Jonathon should have realized that his life was about to change forever. But being eighteen and about to fall in love for the first time, it seemed that the world was at his fingertips and everything was possible.
He was heavily involved in controversial political issues of the time, and he was a firm believer in the beauty of all mankind and peace, justice and equality for all.
Although he and his father had serious and sometimes frustrating discussions on his political standpoints and views, the last one on a woman’s right to choose and an end to the war in Nam, the last blowout was the one that changed everything.
If someone would have asked him, what was the one defining moment in your life? Which moment would you say set up the domino effects that lead to your life being the way it was?
He would have loved to say, the minute I met the woman that is now my wife, or the day my son came into my life. But if he was to be honest with himself, he had to take a good hard look at the facts. None of those were the one defining moment when it all began. He could remember it as though it was yesterday. And sometimes, how quickly time moved it all felt like yesterday.
Smallville 1972
Kent’s Farm
Running a frustrated hand through his thick waist length hair. “Dad you don’t understand, it’s her body, she has the right to choose whether or not she wants it to be a vessel to carry life or not.”
Raising up and facing his son, JK shakes his head disgustedly. “What do you mean it’s her choice? The Good Book says it’s a woman’s duty ….”
“Dad, no one should be forced into motherhood if she isn’t ready, or if that’s not what she wants, a woman deserves the right to have a car…”
“Get that devil talk out of my house young man. A woman and a career. Those words are blasphemous, you hear me. What is this world coming to when a woman no longer wants to have children but go out to work. That’s a man’s job my son. A woman’s place is in the house, making it a home for her man and having children. That is why she was created. That is her main purpose in life.”
“Dad, a woman’s main purpose is to make a life for herself. If she wants to have a house and home and family that is okay, she can still have a career.”
JK tsks his teeth at his naive son. “That is why the country is the way it is today. Too many children that have been abandoned to strangers for care while their mothers are out there paving the way to purgatory. You let me tell you. When I was a young man, a woman knew her place. That was at home taking care of her man, making sure when he came home the house was clean, he had something cool to drink and dinner about to be served. Now things have changed. And not for the better my son, but for the worst.”
“Dad, that idea that a woman’s soul purpose in life is to make some man happy is ludicrous, shouldn’t her man be happy by trying to make her happy? Why does she have to stay home and he go to work? Why can’t she go to work and he stay home and take care of the house and kids?”
“What kind of man would rather be womified than go out and earn a living like a man ought to?” Narrowing his eyes at his son. “You’re saying you would rather stay home and cook than work?”
Staring defiantly at his father, “And what if I am?”
Snorting with disgust. “It’s that College I tell you, you’ve gone off and they have corrupted you with all that sissified nonsense.”
Sitting down dejectedly and resting his head into his hands.
“What has the world come to when a man’s only son wants to wear an apron instead of an overall?” Looking plaintively at the roof above him. “Where have I gone wrong, I am a good father and a good provider, I never spared the rod, I go to church, I am faithful to my wife, why Lord, why have you forsaken me this way. Why me Lord, why me?”
Used to his father’s theatrics of misbegotten ‘my son is a disappoint woes,’ Jonathon is unmoved by his father’s plea to his maker on his behalf.
‘Here comes the part about how grateful he is for having a child, Jonathon silently muses.
“I was a good father Lord, and while you only saw fit to give me one child, I never saw reason to complain. I took what you gave and was grateful for it.”
‘Come on dad, right about now, the comment about my hair,’ Jonathon thinks to himself.
As if on cue. “And the child wears his hair like a girl My Father, why, I ask you, why does a man need hair on his back?”
At this point Jonathon interjects, “All of the pictures I saw of Jesus, he had his hair long.”
Giving his son a withering look, JK continues his conversation with his god. “You see what I have to put up with Lord, insolence and a total lack of respect on.. ”
“I respect you Dad, I just believe that a lot of your views are antiquated and should be modified to fit the times.”
“Right is always right, no matter the times. I tell you son, all of these things they are teaching you up there at that university, it’s a sin against God my son, mark my words, the world is a hard place and you need to have a little moral guidance to help steer you on the right path.”
Looking beseechingly at the kitchen’s roof as though he expects that any minute now that the boards will part away and a celestial and glowing white light would shine from the heavens and the Lord will extend his hand to him and answer his plea.
‘Come on Dad, time for the piece a la resistance.’
Bottom lip trembling and glassy eyes that look like a river of tears are trying to escape from behind them. “Why lord, oh why I ask does he love those damned ‘tree hugging hippies’?”
Glaring at Jonathon when he hears the snickers that the boy cannot help escape. “He laughs at me my Father, here I am, his father, I’m getting older by the day, my time is drawing nigh…”
“Oh dad, you’re gonna live forever, don’t give me that old and frail crap.” Jonathon interrupts.
Just as though he didn’t hear his son. “My time is drawing nigh father, and the only fruit of my loins, Oh Lord, I am forever grateful for him, you know the only being on Earth I love more than him is my own Sweet Willie, but the only fruit of my loins has forsaken my teachings My Lord.”
Walking over and sitting at the table, Jonathon grabs an apple, polishes it on his shirt, takes a bite and says with his mouth full, “I haven’t forsaken anything Dad, I just have different beliefs about certain things.”
Still ignoring his son. “Why Lord, I am only a man, I have done my best,” stopping and holding his chest as though he was in the throes of a heart attack, “my heart is weak Lord.” To this Jonathon snorts. “And my child has no respect Lord, oh my Father,” raising misty eyes, “to thee do I entrust him for I cannot do anymore.”
A loud bang as the screen door opens and well-aged lady comes in laden with a basket of fresh vegetables for her stew enters the room.
“Jonny, what are you doing to your dad?”
Smiling ruefully, “Nothing Mom.”
Raising her eyes skeptically at her husbands’ dejected profile and the smirking smile that is still on he son’s face.
Holding out his hands as though to ward his mother off, “I’m serious ma, I did nothing, we got to talking about women’s rights and..” Jonathon finishes off by pointing to his father silent relaying, ‘and this is what happened.’
Sighing and shaking her head at the two most stubborn and opinionated men in her life. “Jonny, I told you about upsetting your father-“
“But ma,” he interrupts.
Giving her son a fond but exasperating look, “shoo scamp, and leave your dad alone, you should know better,” she admonishes. Turning towards her smirking husband, “and you should know better than to bait him, leave him alone JK, you grew him up to speak his own mind so it’s your fault that he does.”
Giving his wife an injured look, “and don’t try that on me. I’ve been married and known you too long for that look to be effective anymore,” turning to her son, “you, try to find someone else to pesterize for the afternoon, but be back for supper, and you,” turning to JK, “there are some boards loose in the chicken house that you need to look at.”
“I’d be happy to do it,” Jonathon replies as he grabs another apple and bites into it.
Smiling at her son as he winks at his father before opening the door and slipping outside, Willimae Kent empties her vegetables into the sink for washing.
“You need to be a little more understanding of the boy JK..”
“But I didn’t start it this time Willie.”
Waving her hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter who started it or not, you need to stop giving him so much grief about…” sighing deeply, “never mind, just go fix the loose boards, dinner will be ready when you get back.”
Walking to the door JK takes a look at his wife. “I love you.”
“Je t’aime aussi.”
Smiling JK let’s the door shut with a bang and makes his way to the chicken houses.
~~~*~~~
Luthor Manor
“That’s it Lionel, I have had enough of your rebellious shit long enough. I’ve had it. This is the last one that I am going to pay off, and you *will* stay in Smallville until this one blows over.”
Sprawling lazily on the Victorian Sofa, Lionel Luthor regards his father disdainfully. “And what about the child?”
Snorting as his careless son, “Like you give a shit,” running his hand through his brownish-red hair, “you just had to pick a strict Catholic didn’t you, this one won’t get rid of it, saying that its a mortal sin, what sin could be worse than having sex with you and spawning is beyond me, but the chit refuses, and her family agrees, so we’ll find another method of dealing with this.”
It’s not a ‘this’ that’s my child we’re talking about, and I am twenty years old, old enough to be a man and take care of my mistakes, we’ll raise the child without your help.”
Striding across the room so quickly that Lionel is barely aware that his father had even moved. Richard Luthor grabs hold of his son’s shirt, lifts him up and slams him into a nearby wall.
Getting right up into his son’s face until his nose is barely inches away from Lionel’s. “I DID NOT SPEND YEARS MUCKING UP SHIT AND CLEANING UP AFTER RICH BASTARDS FOR MY ONLY SON TO THROW AWAY ALL I HAVE WORKED FOR OVER A PIECE OF PUSSY. YOU WILL NOT SEE HER AGAIN, YOU WILL STAY LOW UNTIL THIS OVER, AND YOU WILL TAKE YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE AS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL MEN THIS COUNTRY HAS EVER SEEN, AND I WILL DO ANYTHING AND GET RID OF ANYBODY TO SEE THAT HAPPEN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME.”
Letting his son go and dusting off invisible lint off his coat, Richard moves away and goes to sit behind a worn oak desk, the first thing of value he ever acquired on his way to the top.
“Do I make myself clear Lionel.”
“Yes.” Comes the soft whisper.
Raising his brow slightly. “I did not hear you.”
“I said, YES SIR.”
Moving away from the wall and walking towards the French Doors that led outside. “I hate you, do you realize that.”
Richard tsks his teeth in annoyance. “It is not necessary that you love me, only that you obey me now and one day become more powerful and stronger than I am.”
Without turning around, “Why?”
Shuffling some papers into his briefcase, Richard looks at his watch and as if by magic his chauffeur appears at the door, nodding to the man who soon disappears, Richard walks over to his son and gently lays a hand on his shoulder and gives him a friendly squeeze.
“You don’t need to understand me, only obey me.”
And with that he turns and head out the door leading to the rest of the house. “And Lionel.” He waits for his son to turn around and look at him.
“Yes Father.”
“I meant what I said, I will destroy anyone that gets in the way, do I make myself clear.”
This warning is more ominous than the shouted one, since it lacks heat and is delivered coolly.
Nodding his head in defeat. “I understand.” Lionel replies.
Looking at his son as though he is searching for something, Richard nods his head and turns to leave, throwing over his shoulder. “And try to stay out of trouble, although what kind of problems you can get into in this little hick town are beyond me, but I know you, so know I am watching.”
Glaring daggers into his father back; Lionel leaves the house to explore the grounds that is now his prison for an undisclosed amount of time.
~~~*~~~
‘Damn its hot,’ Jonathon thinks to himself. Looking around he realizes that he has walked further than he thought as he cannot make out his fathers property anymore.
Realizing that he is on the Old Murphy’s Farm, now called Luthor Estates he shrugs to himself and makes his way to an old pond that he and his friend Clifford (Pete’s father) had found years ago.
Stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow, he takes a last bite of the apple, throws the core to the ground and smiles when he sees the canopy of trees that hides the oasis within.
Tugging the shirt out of his pants, by the time he reaches the small pond he is bare chested, his pants is almost undone and his shoes are the first to go.
Haphazardly discarding the rest of his clothes by the bank he dives into the cool water. Just as he is about to dunk his head into the water again a voice stops him.
“Just what the fuck are you doing?”
Standing as still as a deer in headlights, Jonathon turns towards the voice. The glare of the sun is in his eyes so he has to squint a little before the haze lifts and he finds himself looking into a pair of the most beautiful blue-gray eyes he has ever seen, and he knows that this is it, this is his defining moment, what he will become from this day forward will be greatly influenced by the young man standing before him, bathed in sunlight, scowling down on him.
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TBC in 3b
_see part 1 for disclaimers ______________________________________________________
Looking back, Jonathon should have realized that his life was about to change forever. But being eighteen and about to fall in love for the first time, it seemed that the world was at his fingertips and everything was possible.
He was heavily involved in controversial political issues of the time, and he was a firm believer in the beauty of all mankind and peace, justice and equality for all.
Although he and his father had serious and sometimes frustrating discussions on his political standpoints and views, the last one on a woman’s right to choose and an end to the war in Nam, the last blowout was the one that changed everything.
If someone would have asked him, what was the one defining moment in your life? Which moment would you say set up the domino effects that lead to your life being the way it was?
He would have loved to say, the minute I met the woman that is now my wife, or the day my son came into my life. But if he was to be honest with himself, he had to take a good hard look at the facts. None of those were the one defining moment when it all began. He could remember it as though it was yesterday. And sometimes, how quickly time moved it all felt like yesterday.
Smallville 1972
Kent’s Farm
Running a frustrated hand through his thick waist length hair. “Dad you don’t understand, it’s her body, she has the right to choose whether or not she wants it to be a vessel to carry life or not.”
Raising up and facing his son, JK shakes his head disgustedly. “What do you mean it’s her choice? The Good Book says it’s a woman’s duty ….”
“Dad, no one should be forced into motherhood if she isn’t ready, or if that’s not what she wants, a woman deserves the right to have a car…”
“Get that devil talk out of my house young man. A woman and a career. Those words are blasphemous, you hear me. What is this world coming to when a woman no longer wants to have children but go out to work. That’s a man’s job my son. A woman’s place is in the house, making it a home for her man and having children. That is why she was created. That is her main purpose in life.”
“Dad, a woman’s main purpose is to make a life for herself. If she wants to have a house and home and family that is okay, she can still have a career.”
JK tsks his teeth at his naive son. “That is why the country is the way it is today. Too many children that have been abandoned to strangers for care while their mothers are out there paving the way to purgatory. You let me tell you. When I was a young man, a woman knew her place. That was at home taking care of her man, making sure when he came home the house was clean, he had something cool to drink and dinner about to be served. Now things have changed. And not for the better my son, but for the worst.”
“Dad, that idea that a woman’s soul purpose in life is to make some man happy is ludicrous, shouldn’t her man be happy by trying to make her happy? Why does she have to stay home and he go to work? Why can’t she go to work and he stay home and take care of the house and kids?”
“What kind of man would rather be womified than go out and earn a living like a man ought to?” Narrowing his eyes at his son. “You’re saying you would rather stay home and cook than work?”
Staring defiantly at his father, “And what if I am?”
Snorting with disgust. “It’s that College I tell you, you’ve gone off and they have corrupted you with all that sissified nonsense.”
Sitting down dejectedly and resting his head into his hands.
“What has the world come to when a man’s only son wants to wear an apron instead of an overall?” Looking plaintively at the roof above him. “Where have I gone wrong, I am a good father and a good provider, I never spared the rod, I go to church, I am faithful to my wife, why Lord, why have you forsaken me this way. Why me Lord, why me?”
Used to his father’s theatrics of misbegotten ‘my son is a disappoint woes,’ Jonathon is unmoved by his father’s plea to his maker on his behalf.
‘Here comes the part about how grateful he is for having a child, Jonathon silently muses.
“I was a good father Lord, and while you only saw fit to give me one child, I never saw reason to complain. I took what you gave and was grateful for it.”
‘Come on dad, right about now, the comment about my hair,’ Jonathon thinks to himself.
As if on cue. “And the child wears his hair like a girl My Father, why, I ask you, why does a man need hair on his back?”
At this point Jonathon interjects, “All of the pictures I saw of Jesus, he had his hair long.”
Giving his son a withering look, JK continues his conversation with his god. “You see what I have to put up with Lord, insolence and a total lack of respect on.. ”
“I respect you Dad, I just believe that a lot of your views are antiquated and should be modified to fit the times.”
“Right is always right, no matter the times. I tell you son, all of these things they are teaching you up there at that university, it’s a sin against God my son, mark my words, the world is a hard place and you need to have a little moral guidance to help steer you on the right path.”
Looking beseechingly at the kitchen’s roof as though he expects that any minute now that the boards will part away and a celestial and glowing white light would shine from the heavens and the Lord will extend his hand to him and answer his plea.
‘Come on Dad, time for the piece a la resistance.’
Bottom lip trembling and glassy eyes that look like a river of tears are trying to escape from behind them. “Why lord, oh why I ask does he love those damned ‘tree hugging hippies’?”
Glaring at Jonathon when he hears the snickers that the boy cannot help escape. “He laughs at me my Father, here I am, his father, I’m getting older by the day, my time is drawing nigh…”
“Oh dad, you’re gonna live forever, don’t give me that old and frail crap.” Jonathon interrupts.
Just as though he didn’t hear his son. “My time is drawing nigh father, and the only fruit of my loins, Oh Lord, I am forever grateful for him, you know the only being on Earth I love more than him is my own Sweet Willie, but the only fruit of my loins has forsaken my teachings My Lord.”
Walking over and sitting at the table, Jonathon grabs an apple, polishes it on his shirt, takes a bite and says with his mouth full, “I haven’t forsaken anything Dad, I just have different beliefs about certain things.”
Still ignoring his son. “Why Lord, I am only a man, I have done my best,” stopping and holding his chest as though he was in the throes of a heart attack, “my heart is weak Lord.” To this Jonathon snorts. “And my child has no respect Lord, oh my Father,” raising misty eyes, “to thee do I entrust him for I cannot do anymore.”
A loud bang as the screen door opens and well-aged lady comes in laden with a basket of fresh vegetables for her stew enters the room.
“Jonny, what are you doing to your dad?”
Smiling ruefully, “Nothing Mom.”
Raising her eyes skeptically at her husbands’ dejected profile and the smirking smile that is still on he son’s face.
Holding out his hands as though to ward his mother off, “I’m serious ma, I did nothing, we got to talking about women’s rights and..” Jonathon finishes off by pointing to his father silent relaying, ‘and this is what happened.’
Sighing and shaking her head at the two most stubborn and opinionated men in her life. “Jonny, I told you about upsetting your father-“
“But ma,” he interrupts.
Giving her son a fond but exasperating look, “shoo scamp, and leave your dad alone, you should know better,” she admonishes. Turning towards her smirking husband, “and you should know better than to bait him, leave him alone JK, you grew him up to speak his own mind so it’s your fault that he does.”
Giving his wife an injured look, “and don’t try that on me. I’ve been married and known you too long for that look to be effective anymore,” turning to her son, “you, try to find someone else to pesterize for the afternoon, but be back for supper, and you,” turning to JK, “there are some boards loose in the chicken house that you need to look at.”
“I’d be happy to do it,” Jonathon replies as he grabs another apple and bites into it.
Smiling at her son as he winks at his father before opening the door and slipping outside, Willimae Kent empties her vegetables into the sink for washing.
“You need to be a little more understanding of the boy JK..”
“But I didn’t start it this time Willie.”
Waving her hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter who started it or not, you need to stop giving him so much grief about…” sighing deeply, “never mind, just go fix the loose boards, dinner will be ready when you get back.”
Walking to the door JK takes a look at his wife. “I love you.”
“Je t’aime aussi.”
Smiling JK let’s the door shut with a bang and makes his way to the chicken houses.
~~~*~~~
Luthor Manor
“That’s it Lionel, I have had enough of your rebellious shit long enough. I’ve had it. This is the last one that I am going to pay off, and you *will* stay in Smallville until this one blows over.”
Sprawling lazily on the Victorian Sofa, Lionel Luthor regards his father disdainfully. “And what about the child?”
Snorting as his careless son, “Like you give a shit,” running his hand through his brownish-red hair, “you just had to pick a strict Catholic didn’t you, this one won’t get rid of it, saying that its a mortal sin, what sin could be worse than having sex with you and spawning is beyond me, but the chit refuses, and her family agrees, so we’ll find another method of dealing with this.”
It’s not a ‘this’ that’s my child we’re talking about, and I am twenty years old, old enough to be a man and take care of my mistakes, we’ll raise the child without your help.”
Striding across the room so quickly that Lionel is barely aware that his father had even moved. Richard Luthor grabs hold of his son’s shirt, lifts him up and slams him into a nearby wall.
Getting right up into his son’s face until his nose is barely inches away from Lionel’s. “I DID NOT SPEND YEARS MUCKING UP SHIT AND CLEANING UP AFTER RICH BASTARDS FOR MY ONLY SON TO THROW AWAY ALL I HAVE WORKED FOR OVER A PIECE OF PUSSY. YOU WILL NOT SEE HER AGAIN, YOU WILL STAY LOW UNTIL THIS OVER, AND YOU WILL TAKE YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE AS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL MEN THIS COUNTRY HAS EVER SEEN, AND I WILL DO ANYTHING AND GET RID OF ANYBODY TO SEE THAT HAPPEN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME.”
Letting his son go and dusting off invisible lint off his coat, Richard moves away and goes to sit behind a worn oak desk, the first thing of value he ever acquired on his way to the top.
“Do I make myself clear Lionel.”
“Yes.” Comes the soft whisper.
Raising his brow slightly. “I did not hear you.”
“I said, YES SIR.”
Moving away from the wall and walking towards the French Doors that led outside. “I hate you, do you realize that.”
Richard tsks his teeth in annoyance. “It is not necessary that you love me, only that you obey me now and one day become more powerful and stronger than I am.”
Without turning around, “Why?”
Shuffling some papers into his briefcase, Richard looks at his watch and as if by magic his chauffeur appears at the door, nodding to the man who soon disappears, Richard walks over to his son and gently lays a hand on his shoulder and gives him a friendly squeeze.
“You don’t need to understand me, only obey me.”
And with that he turns and head out the door leading to the rest of the house. “And Lionel.” He waits for his son to turn around and look at him.
“Yes Father.”
“I meant what I said, I will destroy anyone that gets in the way, do I make myself clear.”
This warning is more ominous than the shouted one, since it lacks heat and is delivered coolly.
Nodding his head in defeat. “I understand.” Lionel replies.
Looking at his son as though he is searching for something, Richard nods his head and turns to leave, throwing over his shoulder. “And try to stay out of trouble, although what kind of problems you can get into in this little hick town are beyond me, but I know you, so know I am watching.”
Glaring daggers into his father back; Lionel leaves the house to explore the grounds that is now his prison for an undisclosed amount of time.
~~~*~~~
‘Damn its hot,’ Jonathon thinks to himself. Looking around he realizes that he has walked further than he thought as he cannot make out his fathers property anymore.
Realizing that he is on the Old Murphy’s Farm, now called Luthor Estates he shrugs to himself and makes his way to an old pond that he and his friend Clifford (Pete’s father) had found years ago.
Stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow, he takes a last bite of the apple, throws the core to the ground and smiles when he sees the canopy of trees that hides the oasis within.
Tugging the shirt out of his pants, by the time he reaches the small pond he is bare chested, his pants is almost undone and his shoes are the first to go.
Haphazardly discarding the rest of his clothes by the bank he dives into the cool water. Just as he is about to dunk his head into the water again a voice stops him.
“Just what the fuck are you doing?”
Standing as still as a deer in headlights, Jonathon turns towards the voice. The glare of the sun is in his eyes so he has to squint a little before the haze lifts and he finds himself looking into a pair of the most beautiful blue-gray eyes he has ever seen, and he knows that this is it, this is his defining moment, what he will become from this day forward will be greatly influenced by the young man standing before him, bathed in sunlight, scowling down on him.
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TBC in 3b