Description: Alternate ending to Vortex. Lana wants to know what Clark is
always hiding and this time she won't be backing down. Clana story.
Rating: It should be a PG deal unless otherwise marked. I do not plan to get too far into the gutters.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
A/N: This is my first try at actually putting out a fanfic; so let me know what you think. Also " " means talking out loud and ' ' means to themselves.
~Truth~
"Just remember Clark, you can't hide up here forever." With that Lana Lang turned and walked down the loft stairs. She stopped at the bottom and waited.
'He's not coming after me,' she thought grimly, tears starting to gather in her eyes, 'I can't believe he's going to leave it like that.' Just then she heard a quick rustling and footsteps running toward the stairs. Lana quickly started heading out the barn door hopefully he would not follow her. She didn't want him to see her like this. She didn't want him to know that all his lack of trust was killing her on the inside.
"Lana!" Clark Kent yelled following her outside. "Lana wait!" Clark caught up with Lana, grabbed her arm, and turned her to face him. He was more than a little stunned to see her crying. "Lana, why are you crying? What's the matter?"
"What's the matter?" She was almost yelling at him. "Clark you know what's the matter, I'm always telling you what's the matter, the problem is that you never tell me what's the matter with you! You go around expecting so much honesty from everyone else, but God forbid we ever expect to get any from you! I just want the truth Clark! For once, just tell me the truth!"
By now she was yelling and there were so many tears that Clark almost lost all sense and told her everything. God knew he really wanted to; he wanted so badly to be able to share his life with someone. Sure, he could talk to his parents about it, but did they really understand what it was like to be so restricted at such a young age? No, and they never would. Lana was looking at him, willing him to tell her the one secret he could never tell anyone.
Clark cupped Lana's face with his hands and gently started wiping away her tears from her face. He noticed the look of unexpectedness that crossed over Lana's face. Lana was quite surprised by Clark's actions. She never thought of Clark as the comforter, always fun and friendly and totally full of mystery. But this side fit him too. He was so gentle, his thumbs soothingly wiping the tears away from her eyes. Lana was so mesmerized by his actions that when Clark started leaning in to kiss her, she started to close her eyes.
Clark's lips were almost touching hers when the back door of the Kent house opened up and Martha Kent was calling into the back yard, "Clark?"
Clark would have laughed at his luck if it weren't always working against him. "Yeah Mom?"
"Are you two alright? I thought I heard yelling."
"We're OK Mom." 'Or I was doing OK, before you came out here,' he added to himself.
"Just making sure, don't be out too late sweetheart." With that, Martha went back into the house.
Clark turned back to Lana, but it was too late, the moment was gone. She was already recomposing herself and wiping away the last of her tears. "I guess I should be going," she said a bit hastily.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Clark asked hopefully.
"No, I think I need some time alone, maybe we both do. I'll see you around Clark." With one last look at Clark, Lana headed home. She tried to sort out what she was feeling from her latest encounter with the mysterious Clark Kent.
Rating: It should be a PG deal unless otherwise marked. I do not plan to get too far into the gutters.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.
A/N: This is my first try at actually putting out a fanfic; so let me know what you think. Also " " means talking out loud and ' ' means to themselves.
~Truth~
"Just remember Clark, you can't hide up here forever." With that Lana Lang turned and walked down the loft stairs. She stopped at the bottom and waited.
'He's not coming after me,' she thought grimly, tears starting to gather in her eyes, 'I can't believe he's going to leave it like that.' Just then she heard a quick rustling and footsteps running toward the stairs. Lana quickly started heading out the barn door hopefully he would not follow her. She didn't want him to see her like this. She didn't want him to know that all his lack of trust was killing her on the inside.
"Lana!" Clark Kent yelled following her outside. "Lana wait!" Clark caught up with Lana, grabbed her arm, and turned her to face him. He was more than a little stunned to see her crying. "Lana, why are you crying? What's the matter?"
"What's the matter?" She was almost yelling at him. "Clark you know what's the matter, I'm always telling you what's the matter, the problem is that you never tell me what's the matter with you! You go around expecting so much honesty from everyone else, but God forbid we ever expect to get any from you! I just want the truth Clark! For once, just tell me the truth!"
By now she was yelling and there were so many tears that Clark almost lost all sense and told her everything. God knew he really wanted to; he wanted so badly to be able to share his life with someone. Sure, he could talk to his parents about it, but did they really understand what it was like to be so restricted at such a young age? No, and they never would. Lana was looking at him, willing him to tell her the one secret he could never tell anyone.
Clark cupped Lana's face with his hands and gently started wiping away her tears from her face. He noticed the look of unexpectedness that crossed over Lana's face. Lana was quite surprised by Clark's actions. She never thought of Clark as the comforter, always fun and friendly and totally full of mystery. But this side fit him too. He was so gentle, his thumbs soothingly wiping the tears away from her eyes. Lana was so mesmerized by his actions that when Clark started leaning in to kiss her, she started to close her eyes.
Clark's lips were almost touching hers when the back door of the Kent house opened up and Martha Kent was calling into the back yard, "Clark?"
Clark would have laughed at his luck if it weren't always working against him. "Yeah Mom?"
"Are you two alright? I thought I heard yelling."
"We're OK Mom." 'Or I was doing OK, before you came out here,' he added to himself.
"Just making sure, don't be out too late sweetheart." With that, Martha went back into the house.
Clark turned back to Lana, but it was too late, the moment was gone. She was already recomposing herself and wiping away the last of her tears. "I guess I should be going," she said a bit hastily.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Clark asked hopefully.
"No, I think I need some time alone, maybe we both do. I'll see you around Clark." With one last look at Clark, Lana headed home. She tried to sort out what she was feeling from her latest encounter with the mysterious Clark Kent.