A/N: Hi everyone! Ya'll have probably seem me lurking around the edges reviewing sometimes. Well I decided that I wanted to try my hand at writing fanfics again. Yes, this is a Smallville/DOH crossover but it's set mostly in Dukes of Hazzard. You should be aware of some things though: this fic is being based in 2002 because I want Pete to be around still. Also, I tried to make it so that everything in that happened in DOH and Smallville can be true. Confused? I know. You'll be getting some explanations as the fic goes on. Well I've talked enough. On with the fic!
For any non-Smallville watchers: Tom Wopat played Jack Jennings in the episode "Exposed" in Smallville. This should clear up some confusion. Any questions on the story feel free to e-mail me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or Dukes of Hazzard nor am I getting any profit for this.
Coming Home
Chapter 1
The large clouds outside of the small farmhouse made themselves known again as they sent out a large thunderclap. Jonathan just sighed and picked a beer out of the fridge and retreated back to the couch intent on watching the football game. He hoped that Clark and Martha would be okay at the Talon tonight but knew that Clark would look after his mother. Having a son that had superpowers was very good at times. Frustrating at others. Jonathan popped the top and took a long pull from the cold can. The farm had actually been doing well as of late and he felt a good type of exhaustion from the hard work of the day.
A hard knock on the door pulled Jonathan back from the game. He sighed hoping that solicitors wouldn't be bugging him this late at night or they would have an angry farmer to answer to. He got up from the comfort of the couch and sauntered to the door.
"Now listen--" he opened the door but stopped as he immediately recognized the man before him.
"Jonathan, we've got a problem. We've been found!" Senator Jack Jennings stood in his doorway. His dark curls sticking to his forehead from the rain that blanketed Smallville that night. Jonathan pulled Jack into the warm house.
"What do you mean 'we've been found out'?!" he exclaimed but he already knew the answer. He just hoped he wasn't right.
"Barnum and his men found out about us. I only got wind of it and ran straight here."
Jonathan couldn't believe his ears. After all of these years hiding out so carefully only to be found out now. Jonathan knew though that Lou Barnum was not a man who let the two men who imprisoned his son get away easily.
"Jonathan, we have to leave. I only just had enough time to throw some clothes together before I got out. They tried to tail me but I got rid of them quickly." Jack blue eyes burned deep into Jonathan's.
"Just give me a few minutes Jack! I just need a second to think."
"We don't have a second! They might be here any minute." Jack was getting frantic. "You go pack some stuff and I'll leave a note for Martha and Clark okay?" Jack pushed Jonathan towards the stairs hoping that this would finally get him to move. Jack saw it did the trick as Jonathan ran up stairs, easily taking two steps at a time with his long legs.
The senator jogged to the kitchen and rummaged through the drawers desperately seeking a notepad of some kind. He spotted one on the counter and snatched it up, quickly taking a pen out of his coat pocket and scribbled a quick note for the Kents being left behind. When he placed it back on the counter, hoping that Martha would see it right away, he heard Jonathan racing down the stairs. Jack jogged out to the hallway to meet him.
"We'll take my car. It's faster," said Jack, keys already in hand. Jonathan followed Jack outside, locking the door behind him. Running to the senator's car, he was immediately soaked by the rain. Jack quickly opened up the trunk while Jonathan threw his bag in. After slamming it, Jack practically dove into the driver's seat, knowing time was of the essence and started the car just as Jonathan snapped on his seat belt. Shifting the car into drive, Jack sped off from the Kent farm.
After twenty minutes silence, Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. He needed an explanation desperately.
"Jack, how did they find us?"
"I don't know," Jack sighed.
"Well running for Senator wasn't the smartest thing to do when your on the Witness Protection Program. I'm surprised the Feds even let you do it."
"They didn't," replied Jack with a smirk and then sighed. "Jon, I just knew I had to run and being in the program shouldn't have held me back. You got to do what you've wanted and I just wanted to live my life the way I wanted as well."
"That's where your wrong Jack. Yes, I eventually wanted to settle down and have a farm and a family but you knew that wasn't the first thing in life I wanted to do. I had to give up that dream. We had to make sacrifices." Silence filled the car. Jack not willing to admit he was wrong and Jonathan unwilling to push him to say it. The younger man was the first to break the silence.
"So where are we headed?"
"Home."
Jonathan both loved and feared that word. The memories he had of the it were enough to make his heart swell with love for the land he had grown up on. But he knew that going back would endanger the lives of those that still lived there. He feared seeing anyone that might have been there, knowing that their well thought out cover be shot wide open.
"Jack, you know we can't go back there." Jack just shrugged while concentrating on the road before him.
"Why not? Can't see any harm in going. They know it's us and so we might as well check up on everyone. Plus we know the territory. If there is going to be a fight I want it to be on land we know." Jonathan just shook his head and held a small smile on his face.
"You know, I thought I was the reckless one!"
Jack looked over at the Jonathan and smiled, "Times change."
"Dad, we're home!" yelled out Clark shaking the water out of his hair.
"Jonathan?" called Martha after getting no response.
"Maybe he went to bed," suggested Clark. Martha agreed but she felt something was wrong in her house. The tv was still playing to football game she knew Jonathan was intent on watching that night.
Clark hung their coats up by the door and followed his mother into the kitchen. He went over to the refrigerator and rummaged through it. The Talon was a great place to hang out and talk with friends but it didn't have any real food. Pastries weren't all that filling sometimes.
"Clark…" his mother called softly in a breathless voice. He shut the fridge quickly and walked over to his mother. She was standing next to the island in the kitchen holding a note, obviously upset about what was written on it. Martha handed the paper to her son with a worried expression.
Martha and Clark-
Sorry I had to take Jonathan on a trip immediately. Can't explain. He'll call you later, I promise.
-Jack Jennings
Clark stared dumbly at the note, not knowing what to make of it. It did sound legit but Clark had a feeling something was wrong and by the look on his mother's face, he wasn't alone.
Knowing that neither of them could do anything that night especially with the storm raging outside, the duo had agreed to try to sleep and pray that Jonathan called in the morning.
Ok now it's up to you guys. Please review and tell me what you think. The more reviews I get, the more willing I'll be to post another chapter cause I'm really nervous about posting again so any comments are welcome. Please note that I don't have a beta for this so all the mistakes are my own. Thanks.