A REALLY DARK NIGHT - the most cruel remake about Transference episode!!!

YAY!!! AN UPDATE!!!
I've been going crazy, thinking of this fic.
You know, it's funny.....because yesterday I was thinking about when there was going to be an update on this, and sure enough I was right, there was one. See I told you, I'm psychic
BTW, I did read this yesterday, and I was going to comment, but something happened so I couldn't get on the forum.

Anyway, grrrrrrreaaaatttttt update!!!!

I don’t want them to try to look for Martha any more… If they keep away from my plans I’ll keep away from them…”

Plans? What plans? What are you up to Lex?
Lionel will find Martha, he has to.

and you’ll be able to grow up the little monster you’ve put in her belly while I study the best way to use its powers…”

Lex, DO NOT do anything to Martha's baby!!!

I hope you can update soon.
KISSES!!!!

Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry for the delay... I'd forgotten about this fic... and when I re-read it a few weeks ago I said myself "OMG, how am I going to continue this plot?!" But today... well... tonight... months after the last update of my most horrible paranoia about Smallville, this fic, a new chapter's came. Enjoy it, I'll try to not be so late the next time. Take care!!!

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“Isn’t she joining us for lunch again?” Lex asked to his father.
“She’s bad, Lex… She’s crying for a dead that never happened, and she thinks her son is alone… If you don’t kill her, she will die of sadness...”
“She won’t… She wishes this baby more than anything in the world…” while Lex was talking, Lionel stood up “Where are you going?”
“She needs to eat something” Lionel said taking the empty dish of Martha and putting some meat and sauce on it.
“Nobody has closed the door of her room… she can come down whenever she wishes and ask for food”
“You know she won’t… Doing it would mean she accepts this situation… Not eating is her way to protest…” Lionel told making his way to the corridor “...but three days is too much for a pregnant woman…”
“She’s fine! If anything happened to her the bracelet she wears would have alert me!” Lex voice shouted when Lionel had already reached the stairs.

He knocked the door carefully and waited for an answer that didn’t come.
“Martha…” he said to the void between his lips and the door. He sighed. “I’m sure you must be hungry… so I’m going to leave some food here on the corridor…” he told while he left the dish on the floor “…and I’m going to leave to my room. Please, Martha… eat something…”

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After listening to the steps leaving the door Martha opened it and took the plate. It smelled delicious! She was starving and finally having something on her mouth to chew and taste after two days of just drinking the horrible water of the bathroom’s sink of her bedroom was a great pleasure.
She ate it too fast… That was what she thought when she left the empty dish on the night table and felt the cry coming back to the corner of her eyes. For a while, the flavor of the sauce going down her throat had taken those horrible feeling away… but they came back after her hunger had been satisfied.
She dried the tears she hadn’t been able to stop and glanced at the porcelain piece she’d just left on the wooden furniture. Next to it, there was the key Lionel had given her when they arrived to that new prison she was supposed to live in.
She took it, the key, and rested it on her hand while she looked the door it could open.
She was feeling… bad… really bad, and lonely, and sad, and… she needed to be with someone else at least for a while, to listen a voice, to feel a look on her eyes… maybe just to notice she still being alive, or maybe to make sure once again that that wasn’t a nightmare.
Anyway, she made her way to the lock and introduced the little piece of metal. She turned it round, and knocked the wood while she pushed the door slowly.
“Hi” she said.
“Martha!” Lionel exclaimed surprised of having seen that door opening “Are you ok?”
She nodded and whispered “Thanks”
“What?” he asked.
“Thanks for the lunch… I was really hungry” she said looking to the floor. Then, she sighted on release… She’d talked, he’d answered, she’d listened… She was alive and it was as real as the door she was going to close.
“Don’t leave!” Lionel shouted standing from the chair he was sitting on, nearly felling to the floor “…please”
She wasn’t sure of what made it, maybe the fact that someone could require her while she was being captive, maybe the begging tone of his voice… but she broke down on that right moment.
“What am I doing in here?!” she cried out suddenly “My husband’s dead… he’s been killed… and I haven’t been able to say him good bye, to… to apologize for my mistakes… to thank him for everything he’s done for me… He’d finally accepted my baby, you know… this baby you gave me… You…” at that moment her tears mixed with some kind of sob and laugh “…with my son’s body… Oh Clark! My dear Clark… I’ve left him alone… He must be blaming himself for everything that’s happening… What am I doing in here?!” her body slide down to floor and she took her hands to her head while an amount of tears came out.
Lionel approached her and sat down next to her.
“Stop crying, Martha… please” he said already knowing it wouldn’t work “Jonathan’s not dead” then he took a hand to her shoulder.
“What did you say?”
“You husband’s alive, Martha… Lex just hurt him… he wanted his blood to make sure he was or not the baby’s father… he never wanted to kill him… but then he had the idea that if you though nobody was waiting you outside you would offer less resistance…”
“Jonathan’s not dead…” she whispered moving apart from his touch.
“No… he’s not… Lex just wanted you to think it… and also wanted me to tell him and Clark that you were dead” Lionel told gazing her eyes.
“Did you?”
“No”
“I don’t understand…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

I'm so glad he's actually helping her...
he was so cute leaving some food for her to eat and feed... a pregnant woman shouldn't fast...
I'm sure Lionel has something in mind anyway... he surely knows what to do to settle this matter!
Please, tell me I'm right...it's not fair to keep her this way..