Title: Child Support
Author: Mel
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: The kids are mine.
Summary: Future fic. The meteor shower in Commencement gets bumped back about nine months. What happens in the mean time?
Spoilers: Right now, no clue.

A/N: Ok...so this is really random, but this idea has been pestering me for about a week. I know it's not a one-shot (I'm working on one) but it'll only be about, at the max, five short chapters long...or that's how long I intend it to be.

I know all the info is kinda vague, but it's kinda like a story within a story, one which I have a master plan to but don't want to write.

So...if you've got any questions, don't worry about it. So do I...

But, on a more serious note, if you really do have questions, go ahead and ask me. Some I might answer, some I might not. Some just might be answered in later chapters.

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Spring, 2019

"Clark Jonathan Kent, get up NOW! You're going to be late for school!" a woman yelled from the first floor of the house.

The young man being yelled at just turned groaned, over in his bed and pulled the bed covers higher on his head.

"Don't wanna go to school," he mumbled.

"Tough," a voice by his door said.

"Chloe, go away."

"Mom is sooo mad at you right now. If you don't get up, she's gonna scalp you or something."

Little sisters. Always exaggerating.

"Chloe, mom wouldn't do that. One, it's against the law, and two, we're all she's got."

He could feel Chloe roll her eyes.

"It's called embellishment, retard. I know she won't scalp you. She'll just probably not let you try out for sports or something."

The covers were off Clark before Chloe had finished her sentence, and he was frantically picking up dirty clothes off the floor and rushing into them.

Chloe's nose crinkled. "Oh, sick. At least put some clean clothes on. Those are the same ones you wore yesterday."

Halfway done with putting his shirt on, Clark paused, considering.

He sniffed the shirt and immediately gagged.

He jerked it off again, before rummaging through his dresser.

He pulled out a faded green shirt and ran past Chloe out his door while jamming his shirt over his head.

"Woah! Slow down, champ!"

Clark looked back over his shoulder at Chloe

"What?"

"You've got ten minutes until the bus comes. At least get your backpack," Chloe said, pointing towards his room again.

He sighed and looked. That was the fourth time this week he had almost forgotten his backpack.

And it was only Thursday.

He ran in his room and as he was grabbing his backpack, he asked, "Is breakfast on the table?"

"It was. Mom probably thought you weren't going to have time to eat this morning because of your late start, so it probably either went in the trash or Rusty ate it."

Clark groaned.

He hadn't eaten breakfast for the past three days because he had gotten up so late. He had practically starved until lunch came. And his mother had no sympathy.

"But...maybe she hasn't tossed it yet. Wouldn't hurt to look, would it?"

Clark gave her one last look before running full speed out into the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen, skidding to a halt in front of the table.

"Oh, you're up," his mother said. She had a fairly suprised look on her face, as she had clearly not expected it.

"Yeah. Chloe said you might not let me try out for baseball if I didn't get up...so, here I am."

"Huh. Well," she said, pointing to the table, "You've got about five minutes until the bus comes. Eat."

He sat down at the table and started to cram his mouth full.

"Yikes, Clark, smaller bites. Chloe! If you don't get down here, you're going to be late!"

"Mom. I'm right here. No need to shout," she said as she walked down the stairs, backpack slung over her left shoulder.

Clark finished off the last bite of his breakfast and stood up. "Mom, you want me to put these in the sink?"

"Please."

Clark set his plate in the sink and turned to his mother. "Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Why not Jack?"

His mom sighed. "We're not having this conversation again. You know why."

His sister piped up from across the room. "You guys have that conversation so much my ears hurt every time the subject comes up."

Clark glared at Chloe and turned back to his mother just as he heard the bus stop outside his house.

As he turned to pick up his backpack, he said, "We're talking about it this evening. Since Chloe's spending the night at Sam's, she won't have her ears hurt."

Clark walked to the door and smirked at what he saw. Without turning he addressed his mother. "Hey, mom? Jack's here."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Did you invite him?"

"No," Clark replied as he walked out the door, dragging his sister behind him as he headed for the school bus.

To be continued whenever I figure out where I'm going with this...