Jonathan Kent sat back as the song came on the radio. He'd never liked this song, at first because it wasn't hard enough, but later because it hit a little too close to home.
^When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man^
Yes, if he'd stayed on the farm, none of it would have happened. But he had grown tired of having his father dictate every aspect of his life, and had run off, headed for the "big city". But he was a country boy, and soon became lost in the back alley shuffle, where you only had what you wrestled and stole from the other outcasts.
Strangely enough, that was where Lionel had found him. When Lionel first saw him, Jonathan was beating another newcomer to a pulp, fixing himself in the pack order. Lionel never told Jonathan what it was about him that sparked his interest, but Lionel quickly took in the other boy. They were about the same age, just leaving their teen years, and before long Jonathan realized what higher thoughts Lionel had, as compared to his own.
^You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues^
No, while Jonathan enjoyed the brief respite from both pack struggles in the alleys and the dictations from his father, Jonathan knew he wasn't gone from the farm forever. The farm was what made him a Kent, in a way. And it wasn't like he had come up to Lionel and asked to be taken in. Lionel had just swooped down and carried him away, back to Lionel's room, back to Lionel's bed. A smile tugged at Jonathan's lips as he remembered those first few days, where he was open to anything and everything that his father would never have approved of. He had lost his virginity to Lionel that first night, something no one knew, least of all Lionel. That would have seemed too much like a mark of ownership to him.
^So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough^
^Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road^
But it was all just a brief escape. Jonathan had been a part of the hidden city world, and been a part of the elite, but beneath all that, he was still just a farmer and always would be. It had been an experience to carry through his life, but it wasn't his life. He had thought that Lionel knew that.
^What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again^
But Lionel had at first put up a struggle, wanting Jonathan to stay, to be with him for his life. Jonathan had been insistent though, and left as Lionel began pouring himself some beverage that Jonathan had never picked up the name of.
^Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground^
Jonathan had actually stuck around the back alleys for one last night, wanting to make sure he was right in his assumption about Lionel. Sure enough, before the night was halfway over, Lionel had shown his face and carried off another boy to his penthouse. While Jonathan was relieved to know that he wasn't breaking Lionel, it had still hurt his farmboy pride that he hadn't been important. So he had set his feet back towards home, back to his father's dictations. He was able to deal with them easier, and life became manageable for him.
Now Jonathan was watching his son being seduced by Lionel's son. He wondered if Lionel was aware of it, was possibly encouraging it, trying to get back at Jonathan for being the one to leave, instead of waiting until Lionel grew tired of him.
But something in the way Lex acted made him think differently. He saw a kinder, more honest version of Lionel in Lex. And Lex appeared to accept the farmboy in Clark, seemed to want it in fact. And Clark accepted and saw the big city boy in Lex. Who knew, maybe they would be able to succeed where he and Lionel had failed.
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