Werewolf In Smallville

18: Clark and Eli's day

Eli Hale, It had been awhile since we stayed upstairs, cuddled up together, but Dad said we needed to go eat, we can't just stay up there forever.. sadly. We started to walk down the stairs, next think I knew, I was standing in the kitchen. "Whoa" I breathed, heh, Superspeed. Right. "Sorry I should of asked" Dad realised, I'll need to get use to that. "No it's fine, but that was.. whoa" I said, I don't think there is another word for it. "Ya, it's pretty cool wolf pup" he smiled, he ruffled my hair, and then abruptly stopped. "Are you okay with me calling you that?" He asked, guilt panged in my chest. "Of course dad" I mumbled, he loved- loves calling me that. And I forced him to stop. I turned up to him. "You can always call me it, I should of never stopped you calling me it" I said, so many mistakes, regrets, but I can fix them now. "Hay, Eli it's okay, I get why you didn't want me to call you that" Asurred Dad, I nodded. I'll never take it away again. "Well, what should we eat?" I asked, the food Mum cooked was in the turned off oven, but still cold. "Cold bacon, cold eggs, cold cereal- wait that's meant to be cold, cold-" I listed, dad put his hand on my shoulder, and Chuckled "I can heat it up you know?" He checked, I tiling my head. "By microwaving it? dad you know I don't like re-mic-" I started, he chuckled and ruffled my hair. I tilted my head back up. "Watch this wolf pup" he smirked, I blinked and all the food was on the table. "I am going to need to get use to that" I noted, he is Superman. My dad is an alien hero. "So, how are you going to reheat this without the microwave?" I asked, I had a cocky tone, I've missed that tone! "Like this" smirked Dad, like what- fire shot out of nowhere, onto the food. "Fire!" I yelled, I shoved dad, we fell down, I fell on top of him, I got of of him and into a defensive stance, I growled at the steaming food. "Fire" I growled, I could feel my eyes turn. "Eli..." Dad breathed, I heard him pull himself up, he put his arms around me. "That was amazing!" he squealed, I blinked. That made me snap out of.. whatever I was doing. "What- huh?" I mumbled, I turned to him. "Your growl! You growled!" He said Excitedly, he wrapped me in his arms. "You... liked that I growled?" I asked, he pulled me away, he looks so happy. "Your eyes" he Whispered, His hand stroked my cheek. "I... you're a werewolf" he breathed happliy, it clicked. "You... you're" he Continued, He knows I turned, but he hasn't seen me shift, sure that day he.. I shifted a little, but... it's different now. "Ya Dad, I'm a werewolf" I smiled, his son is finally a werewolf. "Growl again" he requested excitedly, I blinked, my eyes shifted back to normal. What? "Huh?" I mumbled, he's had this child-like excitment the whole time. It's.. pretty adorable. "Oh, right sorry" he apologised, his excitment turned down, and his face fell. He got up, he pulled me with him. "Well, what do you want to eat?" He asked, it was obvious he was trying not to look sad, he was failing miserably. "Dad it's okay, you can want me to shift" I said, he's wanted me to turn my whole life. "I guess, but I shouldn't try to force you into it" he said, right, like requesting is forcing me. "You weren't, but... I don't want to do it right now, let's Just eat" I said, he looked happy when I said right now. "Sure, should I heat the food up?" He said, I stepped back and growled. "Huh, I guess it's a reaction to fire, and no, I'll eat my food cold" I said, we sat down and began eating. "Okay, but it does taste as good as it would cooked" He said, he put an arm over me. "Really, this tastes Just as good?" I asked, I had picked up a piece of burnt, crispy peice of bacon, that he 'heated' up. "Well.. no, but the rest do" Dad said, we laughed. I missed this, us.

We had ate the cold breakfast, I stood firm on not eating the heat visoned food, it didn't taste that bad cold. We were resting on the sofa, I was cuddled up in my dad's arms. "Does your back still hurt?" He asked, it has still been hurting, my whole body has, but mainly my back. Last night he could tell I didn't like when he touched it. "It was never hurting" I lied, his hand ever so lightly brushed my back, I winced and shuffled myself forward. "Sorry- but I thought so" he said, he repositioned his arm, back where it was before, I laid back. "It's nothing dad, okay?" I mumbled, I bit my lip, I should tell him. About the dreams. About Peter. About how it feels that it's hard to breath, that anytime I get hurt, I heal hellishly slow. "Eli- ...Please tell me eventually" sighed Dad, I nodded against him. "I will, but.. thanks for giving me some time" I Whispered, I need to tell Na- I'm thinking of telling Nat before my dad. "No problem, but what do you want to do today?" He asked, I shrugged against him "I don't know, but I like this" I said, I like being in his arms. "So do I Eli" agreed Dad, so we Just sat there, together.