Title: Leaving Home
Author: Margeaux Van Gogh
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: Clark and Lex start their journey.
Archive: If you want, it's okay with me.
Rating: PG
Parts: 2
Status: WIP
Series/Sequel: yes
Website: none
Disclaimer: Unfortunately they're not mine, bummer.
Authors notes: I noticed that no one had written a clex mpreg where our favorite couple goes into hiding and this idea came to mind. Due to popular request a series has been born.

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Leaving Home part 2

I guess I just didn't want to face the signs of what my body was telling me all along. I tried to put it out of my mind, ignore it, wishing that it would all go away. I went along with the everyday, chores and school, talking with my friends. Each morning I threw up, panicking, wondering if I could hide what was going on from my parents. I have no idea if mom realized that I practically scoured the bathroom every morning to hide the smell.

At school I got a lot of strange looks from the teacher when I asked for a hall pass to go the bathroom. Most of the time I was so red by the time I finished asking, that even if they weren't thinking about what I was possibly doing in there, they were when I finally left the classroom. I got a one or two solicitous looks from Chloe as well as some disgusted ones from Lana and a few of the other girls. Pete just chalked it up to my raging libido and said I should try harder to get a girl to notice me, and then I could work it off for real. I never realized just how dirty some peoples minds are, I could have had a medical condition, other than the obvious, that would have gone ignored from people thinking I was jacking off in the john.

I knew I had to tell Lex what I suspected soon one morning when my jeans began cutting into my stomach. I was faced with what I had feared in form of something that couldn't be easily explained away. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror completely naked and finally looked at my body. My arms were still as nicely defined as they had been since growing into my teens. My legs still strong and my torso just the same width it has been for the last two years. Gazing at my abdominal muscles there was a slight bump and my heart seized with dread as I turned to the side. It was more obvious from this angle how much my body had changed in the last few months. The truth was there if you knew what to look for and it was only my gender that had stopped someone from noticing sooner. If I waited to long then it would be impossible to hide. And before anyone could know there was someone I had tell first, because we had no more secrets from one another. I fought the urge to cry and scream for my mother like a frightened child.

I thought about those first few months of my pregnancy with sadness and regret. From the moment I began to suspect I wanted, prayed to be wrong. To deny what was happening with my body, to wish it away, wanting it to never have been possible. Now with Lex beside me I look back at those thoughts with shame and some fear as well. Fear that I wouldn't be strong enough to bear the burden of responsibility of the child growing inside of me. When I walked into the castle that day and saw Lex, all my fears dissipated and all I felt was loved. And even though I was nervous I knew that he would understand and help.

I said nothing just looking at him. His shock had turned to sadness. I didn't expect it when he said we had to leave. How could I go? Everything I've ever known is here. What about my parents? What can I say to them? He held me close and I listened to his voice calming me. I knew somewhere inside that he was right, we couldn't stay. It wasn't safe. I only asked that I tell my parents that I was leaving. They didn't deserve to find me gone one morning. No note. No explanation. Say your goodbyes, was all he said. Come back to me was what he said with his eyes.

When I returned to the farm, mom was in the kitchen preparing ingredients for the days' baking.

"Where were you off to so early, Clark?"

"Mom, I need to talk to you and Dad."

She stopped noting the seriousness of his voice. She saw here son standing at the counter, his troubled eyes watching her movements. She washed the flower from her hands. "Your father's in the barn. I best go get him. You sit." She paused to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking out the door. Her steps were sure as she crossed to the barn's open door. She watched her husband, head bent forward at work with the tractor's engine. She admired the still attractive form of her husband, how after all these years those arms around her still made her feel comforted and safe. She had a feeling she would need their strength once again.

"Jon."

"Yes, hon."

"Clark's home."

"Good. Could you tell him to come on out, there's some posts need repair on the north field."

"Jon, he says he needs to talk to us."

Jonathan paused and looked at his wife standing in the light from the opened doors.

"What? Now?"

"I think it's serious."

"You think he's manifesting a new ability?"

"He has been acting a bit strangely the last couple of months. I've just been waiting for him to come to us."

Jon frowned as he considered her words. Clark had always seemed fine to him, but his wife had always been intuitive and her relied on her counsel.

"I'll be inside." Jon wiped his hand on the oily rag that lay across the front end of the huge machine. He walked over to the water spigot and washed his hands enough not to make a mess in the kitchen, then he followed his wife inside.

Clark sat at the table, shoulders tensed, hands folded tightly together.

"How about some coffee, Martha?"

"Son?"

"No thanks. I'll have some water."

Martha returned with two cups for her and her husband and a glass of water for Clark.

The three sat silently drinking, the parents observing their son closely, wondering what new mystery he was about to impart to them. The silence seemed to sit at the table next to them, it's emptiness heavy. It's dread pressing into his eardrums causing a physical ache. He had to speak or be deafened.

"I'm leaving."

Jon and Martha looked at each other for a moment and then Jon spoke. "Leaving? I'm not sure what you're telling us son."

"I have to leave. It's important that I go now."

"But why, Clark?" His mother's soft questioning pained his heart. He didn't want to tell them because he didn't know how they would react. They were his parents and he couldn't lose them.

"Mom, Dad, it's not that I don't love you. I do. But this isn't something that you can help me with now. I have to go before it becomes impossible to stay." He could see his father about to object. "I need you both to trust me on this."

Jonathan was feared what his son was asking, the only time he had ever expressed the need to leave his life here in Smallville was when his mind had been poisoned by the red kryptonite in his class ring. But that Clark had been uncaring, rude, and belligerent. Clark didn't seem to be expressing any of those behaviors. He appeared to be sincere, almost afraid to speak. He knew his son needed his help. He just wanted to know how to help him.

"Whatever it is Clark, your mother and I can help you through this. Is it a new ability son?" Jonathan reached over to take his son's hand. "We can help."

Clark looked into his father's eyes. "No dad, you can't."

"Clark, why do you have to go."

"Its safer. I just wanted you to know that I was leaving. I didn't want you to worry."

"How can we not? You're just going but you're not telling us why."

"I just need you to understand and have faith in me. I'm coming back, but this has to be done now."

"What about school? Your friends? What do you want us to say to everyone?"

"Maybe that I'm staying with family in a larger city. I don't know when I'll be back, but I don't need anyone looking for me." He looked back at them his expression relying the sincerity of this desire. "I know this is sudden and you don't understand, but I do need you to help me."

"I'll tell the school that you went to live with my cousin in New York and that I need your records to send with you."

"Martha!"

"Jonathan, I don't think Clark would ask us this if it weren't important. We have to trust him."

"I don't agree with this. He doesn't need to leave home. We are a family and we can do this, whatever it is, together."

Hearing his parents want to comfort him, made him feel like he did as a child when he ran to them for all his problems. But he wasn't a child anymore and this wasn't a broken toy or an accidental mishap with his strength that had to be fixed. This was a life, his life, Lex's and their child's life. It was safety for his friends and family, from a known enemy. Lex was laying the foundation to avoid his father's interest and Clark needed to conceal his whereabouts as well. It saddened him that the less they knew, the safer they would be from anyone, like Lionel that would come looking for answers.

"Mom, do you think your cousin would help."

"I'm sure of it."

"Clark, son. Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" His father asked, pleading with his eyes.

"It's the best thing."

They sat together at the table for a long time that morning. His mother helped him gather a few belongings to pack. They worked silently side by side in his small bedroom.

"Is Lex helping you?"

"Yes."

"This has to do with him, doesn't it?"

"In a way."

"Is he in trouble?"

"No. I am."

She glanced at Clark, as he looked down at himself.

"Do you mean?" [How? How is this possible?]

"Yes. Don't tell Dad." He whispered. "That's why I have to go and no one can know."

"It's his?"

Clark nodded. His breath caught as a tear made its way down his cheek. She took him into her arms and let him cry silently into her hair. Feeling for the first time a small swelling at his waist. She feared for her son but knew that what he said was right. There was no way they could hide something like this in a small town. Especially with Lex as the father and the need that Lionel had to control his son, it wasn't safe for either of them to stay. She would miss her son and the birth of the child he carried. [Of all his abilities, I never suspected.]

Clark held his mother close breathing in her scent, holding the memory in his mind. He would miss this, her love, his home. He pulled away and looked down at mother's hands against his stomach. "It will be all right. I'll come back."

She looked up at him and smiled through her tears. "Just make sure you come back. I want to see her...him...I just..."

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you to honey."

They came from his room, his bag packed and walked down the stairs. His father stood on the porch waiting. Jonathan looked at his son walking with his wife, he could tell a few tears had been shed. When Clark reached him, he held out his hand and grasped Clark's firmly.

"If you need us son, just let us know and we'll be there. Just send us word of how you're doing, okay?"

"Sure, Dad."

"Just know that we love you Clark."

"I love you too, Dad." And he pulled his father close for a quick hug, making sure to keep his lower body away. "Don't worry."

He turned back to his mother and kissed her cheek.

"I'll let you know how I'm doing soon."

And not saying goodbye, he turned to leave his home. He didn't look back, he couldn't trust himself not to run back into their arms and not let go.