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Dear Sam:
Sam watched his dad move around the bedroom, looking far older than he remembered. White hair graced Clark’s head and deep lines made from sorrow, worry, love, and laughter carved his face. Sam couldn’t talk, though; his own once-vibrant red hair was now a dull gray and his freckles blended with age spots. “I think it’s great that you’re going on a trip. You haven’t gone anywhere since Papa Lex died.”
“I’ve had a lot to do to get ready,” Clark said, attaching the cape to his Superman costume. The faded costume sagged in places and wore tight in others, showing its age.
I’m sorry that I deceived you, but you probably knew what I was planning before I even left. You are part-Luthor, after all
“Where are you going?” Sam asked. “How long will you be gone?”
“Hey, aren’t I supposed to be the parent?” Clark smiled and picked up a slip of paper off the dresser. “Here’s the password from the safe. I left money in there for the paperboy. He should be by after school.”
Don’t be sad, or angry, that I chose to take this path. Lex helped me plan it and now it’s time for me to go.
Clark gave Sam the slip of paper and then tugged him into a tight hug that set off alarm bells in Sam’s mind. “What’s going on, Dad?”
“Nothing.” Clark pulled back and clapped Sam on the shoulder. “Tell Drew I said goodbye.”
Everything is in order, so you shouldn’t have any trouble with the Will. Watch out for Rebecca’s ex appearing out of the woodwork. She’ll need help dealing with him.
Sam tucked the password in his plaid shirt pocket and followed Clark out the sliding glass door onto the small porch. The sun shone brightly overhead, coloring the yard in vibrant hues.
Clark looked up at the clear blue sky, a serene smile on his lips. “It’s a good day for a fly.”
“That it is,” Sam agreed.
I love you, Sam. With my abilities and everything that I did during this life, having you was the greatest thing of all. Take care of everyone for me.
Clark glanced at Sam with suspiciously damp eyes and lifted his fist towards the sky. “Goodbye,” he said, and launched into the air.
Sam tilted his head back and watched his father fly higher and higher until he disappeared into the ocean of the sky. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Goodbye, Dad.”
Love always,
Dad
-End
FFL Timeline Updated
I knew they both had to die at some point but ... man. *sniffles*
But yay for Sam and Drew still being together! I love Sam and Drew.
*is in shock*
I hate you.
Well, I don't, I love you, but ... I hate you! Peej! No!
::lip tremble::
noooo....
~lip trembols~
~sniffle~
Tat was really good, its just so sad though.
~bawls~
Beautiful, sweetie.
Poor Sam. Thank Gawd for Drew. ::C'mon man! They could adopt? Host mother? Cloning 'accident'? Please?::
Gosh darn you, you made me cry.
Now go and write some more to make up for it!
PS: Thank you for putting all your drabbles in that spiffy timeline. It's great to be able to read them all in order.
When I first read FFL I was hysterical, it was sweet, and funny, and so completely potent it made me almost believe that Clark and Lex were real.
I'm a teensy bit disapointed that there aren't stories in some of the year gaps, but otherwise, (Ive just spent the last seven hours reading all the FFL and related fics) I'm happy.
Utterly depressed because PJ died at 63, happy that Sam and Drew are alive and together...and really..sad that Lex is dead but happy that CLark is joining him.
It's.....
Melancholy Perfect
yeah...anyhoo, I adore you *adore son adores on adores on* and when I figure out how to join or challenge you I'm going to do it *cackles* because...now I need something funny and sappy to make this aching chest go away...*sniffles*
Thank you!