Chances

Disclaimer: I dont own Smallville or any thing/one on it...wish I did though........ that would be sweet:)

Summery: Clark finally tells Lana his secret... but someone else overhears and isnt nearly as understanding.....

Note: I thought about this today in Government class (45 minutes of day dreaming) and thought it would make a cool fic... my first one ever so please dont be too harsh....Reviews are encouraged!!

Clark had made up his mind. He just had to tell someone about his... "secret" and he knew that Lana would understand. Either that or she would run away screaming and never come within a 10 mile radius of him. But that was a chance he was willing to take. He couldn't stand keeping to him self for one more day, sure his parents knew but that wasn't exactly comforting. Clark, being the eternal optimist that he is, thought maybe Lana wouldn't freak out on him.

"Who knows? Maybe she'll even think it's kinda cool" Clark said to himself.

Lana and Clark had become great friends over the past few months, and if it was possible, he was sure that he had come to love her even more. Lana and Whitney were still going out but they weren't exactly as close as they had been in the past. She was tired of him showing her off to his friends and acting like she was his prize. Clark knew better. He realized a long time ago that there was more to her than a pretty face. There was a warm, caring person inside her that no one else bothered to see. He longed to tell her how amazing she was and that he would treat her right... if she would only give him a chance.

"I'll tell her tonight, and I'll tell her everything." he decided.

With those last few thoughts, he was out of the door of his cozy, little farm house, and on the way to tell the girl of his dreams perhaps the biggest secret she would ever have to keep.

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"Whitney, I told you three times already and my answer isn't going to change." she said into the phone, in an exasperated tone. Lana was sitting on her bed talking to Whitney about her "relationship with Clark. She told him they were nothing more than really good friends but deep, deep, down she felt as if they were much more than that. Whitney had been after her all day about it and it was really making her doubt his trust in her.

"You should trust me, I would never do anything behind your back, Whitney."

" If you want me to trust you then don't give me any reason not to." he shot back.

This comment made Lana incredibly angry. A knock at the door snapped her out of her angry reverie.

"We'll discuss this later, Whitney." she said and pressed the off button.

"Come in", she said in the usual cheery Lana Lang voice.

Clark opened the door slowly, as if he was afraid of what he was going to see. He was wearing his jeans, that had been faded from all his time in sun working on the farm and a plaid shirt. Not many people can wear plaid and still look good but Clark pulled it off nicely.

"Hi Lana" he said, uneasily shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Hi Clark, didn't expect to see u here, not that I'm complaining but isn't 10:36pm a little late as far as friendly visits go?" she asked the question in a sweet innocent way.

"Ya, but this really can't wait. I've waited so long to tell someone and it has to be tonight." he said still standing in her wide open door way.

"Ok... come sit." she smiled at him and patted the place next to her. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her bed. The last thing he wanted was for her aunt to hear his deepest secret.

"Ok", he started, "I'm going to tell you something and you have to let me finish before you ask any questions, k?" he asked with an almost desperate look in his eyes. Lana nodded her head. She knew this was probably very important so she just sat and listened quietly.

"Well Lana, I'm not like other guys. I'm different. There are things about me that no one knows because if they did... well I'd probably be in a lab somewhere in Connecticut with little men in white coats studying my brain waves. Lana, I'm not from around here. I crashed here during the meteor shower in '89 and my parents took me in. I can do weird things, things no one else can. My only weakness, God I sound like a comic book character or something, my only weakness is the meteor rocks that crashed here with me. That's why I act funny when ever you wear that necklace. You are the first person I've told and you have to promise not to tell anyone." he said all in one breath. He had finally told her, and it felt great.

Lana didn't say anything . She just sat there with her eyes quite large and her mouth slightly open. She finally understood. All this time she knew there was something about him that was different and this was it. After the usual shock that comes when finding out your best friend is an alien, she managed to say something.

"This is your secret isn't Clark?" she asked in a completely relaxed tone.

"We all have secrets that set us apart from everyone else on the planet and no matter how much we want to tell someone we usually never do. I admire you, Clark. And I feel extremely honored to be the one that you felt you could trust." she said as she looked deep into his blue eyes. He smiled back at her, and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't scream or run away.

"So you don't think I'm a freak?" he asked a little unsure.

"Of course not Clark Kent." she smiled and she leaned over to give him a strictly friendship type hug.

After a brief silence she started to shoot off her questions.

"So....... what kinda stuff can you do?" she asked

"Well, I can see through you." he smiled a mischievous smile.

Lana blushed slightly at the thought but continued her questioning.

"What else?"

"I can run from Smallville to Metropolis in about thirty minutes, I can lift a truck over my head, and I can stick my arm in a wood chipper and come out perfectly fine." he didn't want to mention the floating part yet.

"Oh is that all?" Lana said sarcastically.

"Pretty much." replied Clark.

The two talked until 12:45 about...well nothing really. Movies and funny TV commercials and the wallpaper they use when they play The Sims. Clark finally said goodbye and left Lana alone for the night. He walked home and went to bed that night completely at piece with himself. Lana started to get ready for bed but heard a long hum coming from somewhere in her room. She pulled back the covers and found that her phone had been on, the long hum was the dial tone.

"Oh my God" she whispered to herself in disbelieve.

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Whitney clicked off the phone and an evil smile formed on his lips. Lana clicked the wrong button on the phone and left it on. He had heard everything. He knew Clark's strengths and weaknesses and even his favorite commercial. This information was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. He had Clark's fate resting in the palm of his hand.

Note: It's up to you whether I continue or not. Give me your opinion please!!!