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Unraveled

A/N: In this story, Lucas Luthor never existed. Julian did, but will be revealed to not be biologically Lionels.

Jonathan and Martha Kent with in a hospital room in Smallville with their new baby boy, there first and in all likelihood, only child. The two of them had been told for years that they would probably never conceive a child, something that had devastated the couple. But a couple of years later, they were shocked to learn that they'd received a miracle. Now nine months later, they were finally meeting their child.

"He's so beautiful. Can you believe he's really here? I never thought this would happen," Martha said, her eyes never leaving her newborn son.

"It sure is unbelievable. He's a miracle. He looks like you," Jonathan said. His son had just a few specs of red hair and his eyes were blue. Jonathan was sure their son would favor Martha the most as he grew up, a fact Jonathan couldn't be happier about. "Have you given any more thought to a name. We still haven't figured that out yet."

"I want to call him JJ," Martha said.

"Oh, Martha, no. He shouldn't be named after me. He should have his own name," Jonathan said.

"He will. Calling him JJ makes it personal, for just him. Jonathan, please, I want him to be named after you. He'll be so proud of it," Martha said.

"Or he'll feel like he has to live up to me. I don't want to put something like that on him," Jonathan argued. He'd known people that were named either after their fathers or grandfathers. Most felt like they lived in the shadows of the people they were named after.

Martha shook her head. "No, he won't. You would never let him feel that. You will make sure that our son knows that he doesn't have to be anyone but himself. I'm sure of that," Martha said confidently.

Jonathan sighed after a minute and put his hand on his son's head. "I'll definitely do my best."

"So you're okay with it?" Martha asked hopefully.

"JJ. Actually, now that I think about it, I really like it. I just I can live up to him," Jonathan said. Then the two of them just looked at and cooed at their new child.

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Two Years Later

Lionel Luthor was far from a happy man. Since he was young, he'd managed to get anything he wanted. He might have to use less than ethical means to get it, but it always happened. He found there wasn't much that money couldn't buy, and he had plenty of that. However, he found that there was one thing money couldn't get him. A blood heir.

Lionel and his wife, Lillian, had been trying to conceive a child for some time now, and it wasn't working out. He'd blamed Lillian at first. He'd been convinced she was keeping him from receiving his heir. He'd even considered leaving her and finding someone more suitable. Then a doctor had told him that he was the problem, not Lillian. He couldn't have children.

This was a big problem for Lionel. He needed an heir. Everyone expected him to have one, and he would not explain that the reason he didn't have one was because he couldn't. Lillian had brought up adoption, an idea he scoffed at. Again, he would not allow the public to know that he couldn't have children of his own. He was Lionel Luthor. There was nothing he couldn't do. He could lie about the child being adopted, but there would be too big of a paper trail. He wouldn't be able to truly hide it. But that didn't mean he had no options. He would just have to find another way of getting a child and passing it off as his biological child. It was possible. Lionel Luthor always got what he wanted. He would get his heir one way or another.

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Jonathan and Martha walked through a park in Metropolis. Jonathan was holding their two-year-old son. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" Jonathan asked Martha.

"Maybe we should have stayed home like you wanted," Martha said dejectedly.

"I'm sorry things didn't go the way you hoped with your dad," Jonathan said. Martha had been estranged from her father practically since they were married, but she'd wanted to go see him again. She wanted her father to meet their son. It didn't go well. The man had made his displeasure of this daughters choices very clear.

"I thought things might be better if he could meet JJ. He could see how well things turned out for us," Martha said.

Meanwhile, JJ started to wiggle in his father's arms and whined to be put down.

Jonathan put his son on the ground, but kept a good eye on him to make sure he didn't go anywherre.. "I'm sorry, Martha."

"Maybe if we'd come sooner. He did say he was upset that we waited so long to introduce him to JJ."

"That was just an excuse, sweetheart. We could've invited him to the delivery of our son and he would've found something to be unhappy about. I'm sorry, Martha, but he's never going to be okay with the fact that we're together," Jonathan said before pulling her into his arms.

JJ then started to wander off. He saw the swings nearby and wanted to go play.

"You know I love our life together, right?" Martha asked her husband before pulling away.

"Of course I do," Jonathan said.

"I just wish things could be different with my father," Martha said sadly.

"Me too," Jonathan said before turning to make sure their son was still next to them. He wasn't. "JJ?"

"JJ!" Martha called as well, terror etched in her voice. She looked around the park and saw no trace of their son.

"JJ, come here, son!" Jonathan yelled as they both started running to look for the toddler.

"Jonathan, I don't see him anywhere," Martha said panicked.

"It's okay, sweetheart. He's probably just playing somewhere. Go search the playscape. I'll check the swings. We'll find him," Jonathan promised before rushing to find his boy. Little did he know, that was one promise he'd break. They would not find their son today. In fact, they wouldn't see him again for a very long time.