Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or its characters.

Here is one of the two projects I hope to work on simultaneously, wish me luck. I hope you enjoy my ideas on when and what happens when Lana comes back.

The hues of purple and pink of the setting sun were beautiful to watch. She couldn't remember the last time she let herself enjoy a sunset. 'Of course the view from the loft could never be matched' she thought.

She'd spend most of the day walking around town; luckily, no one had recognized her. Most of the people who would have most likely left or died; the later thought sent chills down her back. Had it really been over 50 years since she'd been in Smallville? Fifty years since she'd been home?

For last few decades home had been a relative term. She travelled the world saving lives and cities every day, having a 'home' was unnecessary when no one would be living in it.

She was reminded why she was in the barn now. She was done gallivanting, done being at others disposal, ready to settle down and start a home. She only hoped he could forgive her. She'd worked with the Justice League enough in the past to be sure he knew she was cured and was for some time. Since he didn't come after her, he must have understood that she needed to come on her own, and wanted time to herself before she did. Fifty years was nothing to people like him and her, the immortals.

She knew he was home and alone; she'd been watching movement in the yellow house for hours now. She wondered if he too could sense her, out in the barn, and if he was just as nervous.

She finally pulled herself away from the window, the sun had set completely, and walked towards the front porch. Everything on the farm had looked the same, but she could see the subtle differences like the wear of the buildings, the different cars and even a black motorcycle she couldn't believe Clark would have kept around.

The front door was the only barrier between her and the rest of her life and she couldn't get her hand to stop shaking. Knocking the door would change life as she knew it forever, and although she hadn't taken the decision lightly, it was just as daunting.

She didn't want to break the door into a million pieces, so she took a deep, calming breath and closed her eyes as he her petite hand made contact with the door in a light but easily heard rapt.

Although it took longer than expected, she head the knob turn, with still closed eyes, and heard the door begin to creep open. The she heard his voice, "Yes?" Although the voice was familiar it wasn't as strong as she remembered, it even had a slight gruff to it, so she decided to open her eyes.

"Clark?!" She gasped; her eyes wide open now in surprise.

"…Lana?"