Title: Surprises
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Yes, obvious ones for episode #12, "Leech". Some speculation.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Smallville characters. Although I do wish I owned Clark, I don't. I do, however, own Jared and Julie.
"Clark?"
"Lana? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was thinking about the other night. You saved my life and I didn't get a chance to thank you."
"Hey, it was my pleasure. You're my friend, I'm not just going to let you get hurt."
"See, that's the thing. We're friends, but I was thinking…it wouldn't hurt to be something more, right?"
Clark was shocked. "You…you mean, date?"
"Yeah, why not? I mean, I like you, I'm told you like me…is it true? Do you like me?"
He was caught. "Of course I like you, Lana. You're beautiful, you're a great girl, you understand me…who wouldn't like you?"
She smiled. "Well," she started, walking up to Clark and tracing her finger down his chest, "maybe we could go further than friendship." She pulled his head toward hers and kissed him passionately and then…*RING*
Clark awoke from his fantasy when he heard his alarm clock. He sat up in bed and when he realized what had happened he groaned. "Stupid clock," he muttered. He got up, put on his clothes, and walked downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, honey," Martha Kent said, cheerfully.
"Yeah, yeah, good morning, mom," Clark replied.
Martha frowned. "Are you OK, Clark? You seem a little…I don't know, blue."
"Yeah, mom, I'm fine. I guess I'm just a little tired," Clark replied, with a weak smile. He didn't want to worry his mother.
"Good morning, son," Jonathan Kent's voice rang out. Clark turned to look at the door.
"Hey, dad," he replied.
"Now, boys, there's supposed to be a big lighting storm coming our direction, so I want you two to be extra careful, got it?" Martha said.
"Yeah, mom, I'll be careful," Clark said.
"I'll believe that when I see it," Jonathan said, jokingly.
"Now, I'm serious! I want you to be careful," she said, ruffling her son's hair.
"Yes, mom. Hey, I'd better go or I'm going to be late for school," Clark said.
"Alright, get outta here, kid," Jonathan said with a smile.
"Bye!" Clark yelled over his shoulder as he sped out of the house to school.
Martha sighed. Jonathan looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"I'm just worried about that storm. I hope nobody gets hurt, Jonathan."
"Martha, I'm sure everyone will be fine. It's just a storm, it'll come and go."
"I know, I know. I guess I'm just being paranoid."
"Clark!"
Clark turned and saw Chloe and Pete walking toward him.
"Hey, Chloe, hey Pete, what's up?" Clark asked.
"Nothing much. Hey, did you hear about that big lighting storm that's supposed to be coming?" Pete inquired.
"Yeah, my mom spent about half the morning telling me to be careful of the thing."
Chloe laughed. "Yeah, well if you get struck by lighting you'll be wishing you listened to her rather than complain about it."
Clark smiled. There's Chloe for you. She always has a witty thing to say after every sentence you throw at her.
"Hi, Clark!" he heard a female's voice call. He turned to see Lana waving at him. He put on a big grin and waved back. He saw Whitney come up behind her and put his arms around her. She gave him a big kiss and turned her attention away from Clark to chat with her boyfriend. Clark was a little disappointed.
"Uh, Clark?" Chloe said.
"Huh?" Clark replied, distracted.
"You know, if you keep doing that, you're going to have only half your face left for girls to admire."
"Oh, so Chloe, you admire Clark's face, huh?" Pete teased.
"Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"Shutup."
"Sorry."
Clark smirked. It was amusing to see Chloe and Pete fight about stuff like this. All of a sudden, they heard thunder booming through the sky. The three looked up and raindrops began to fall and more thunder roared.
"Well, I guess that lighting storm's here," Clark said.
"Yeah, let's get inside," Chloe replied. Pete, Clark, and Chloe joined the rest of the student body and ran inside the water-proof walls of the school.
"Ok, see you guys in history!" Clark called as Pete and Chloe walked off toward their literature class. He shut his locker and turned, just to be surprised by Lana who had been waiting for him. He smiled. "Lana, hey." She returned his smile.
"Hey, Clark," she said, as another roll of thunder boomed, "wow, sounds like it's really pouring out there, huh?" They started to walk down the hall.
"Uh, yeah, it does. Did…you wanna talk about something?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I just wanted to um, thank you, for, you know, saving my life the other night."
Clark shrugged. "It was nothing." He gave her another smile. She looked up at him and furrowed her brow. "No, Clark, it's not. Saving someone from getting hurt isn't nothing…it's totally something." Clark frowned. He shrugged again.
"You're my friend, I wasn't going to stand by and watch you get hurt." Lana grabbed his arm.
"Clark, I'm serious. Thank you," Lana said.
"Lana, it's OK. You don't have to thank me. I wouldn't have been upset if you didn't."
Lana smiled. She let go of his arm and they started walking again. "Well, here's my class," she said, as they stopped in front of a door, "I'll see you later, ok?" Clark nodded.
"Yeah, see you later, Lana," he replied. She smiled as she opened the door. He walked on, thinking about the exchange. It felt like déjà vu, but he couldn't put his finger on where he had had the conversation with Lana before.
"Hey, Clark man, what's up?"
Clark turned. "Oh, hey Jared, how you doing?" he said to the muscular boy who was on the football team with Whitney. Jared jogged up next to Clark.
"I'm doin' good. Hey, can you do me a favor?" he asked.
"Umm, sure, I guess. What do you need?" Clark replied.
"Well, I need to get something out of my truck, for one of my classes, but I can't lift it myself. You're the first one I saw in the hall with muscle, so do you think you could help me out?"
"Sure, let's go get it."
"Great, thanks, man," Jared said.
"Hey, no problem." The boys walked over to the doors, where they saw the rain pouring. Looking outside made it seem like the school would flood if they opened the door. They braced themselves, pushed open the door and ran outside.
"Where's your truck?" Clark yelled over the noise of the rain, trying to cover his head with his hands to protect himself from the rain.
"It's over here!" Jared yelled back. They ran over to a black truck with flames painted on the sides and Clark saw what seemed to look like some sort of bookcase. Jared let down the ramp and the boys climbed into the back of the truck.
"Be careful, we don't want to slip!" Jared yelled. Clark nodded.
"Ok, grab that end over there! You got it? Ok, on my count, we lift! One, two, lift!" At that moment lighting struck the truck and the boys flew off and landed on the ground of the parking lot. Both Jared and Clark lay motionless on the ground.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Yes, obvious ones for episode #12, "Leech". Some speculation.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Smallville characters. Although I do wish I owned Clark, I don't. I do, however, own Jared and Julie.
"Clark?"
"Lana? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was thinking about the other night. You saved my life and I didn't get a chance to thank you."
"Hey, it was my pleasure. You're my friend, I'm not just going to let you get hurt."
"See, that's the thing. We're friends, but I was thinking…it wouldn't hurt to be something more, right?"
Clark was shocked. "You…you mean, date?"
"Yeah, why not? I mean, I like you, I'm told you like me…is it true? Do you like me?"
He was caught. "Of course I like you, Lana. You're beautiful, you're a great girl, you understand me…who wouldn't like you?"
She smiled. "Well," she started, walking up to Clark and tracing her finger down his chest, "maybe we could go further than friendship." She pulled his head toward hers and kissed him passionately and then…*RING*
Clark awoke from his fantasy when he heard his alarm clock. He sat up in bed and when he realized what had happened he groaned. "Stupid clock," he muttered. He got up, put on his clothes, and walked downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, honey," Martha Kent said, cheerfully.
"Yeah, yeah, good morning, mom," Clark replied.
Martha frowned. "Are you OK, Clark? You seem a little…I don't know, blue."
"Yeah, mom, I'm fine. I guess I'm just a little tired," Clark replied, with a weak smile. He didn't want to worry his mother.
"Good morning, son," Jonathan Kent's voice rang out. Clark turned to look at the door.
"Hey, dad," he replied.
"Now, boys, there's supposed to be a big lighting storm coming our direction, so I want you two to be extra careful, got it?" Martha said.
"Yeah, mom, I'll be careful," Clark said.
"I'll believe that when I see it," Jonathan said, jokingly.
"Now, I'm serious! I want you to be careful," she said, ruffling her son's hair.
"Yes, mom. Hey, I'd better go or I'm going to be late for school," Clark said.
"Alright, get outta here, kid," Jonathan said with a smile.
"Bye!" Clark yelled over his shoulder as he sped out of the house to school.
Martha sighed. Jonathan looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"I'm just worried about that storm. I hope nobody gets hurt, Jonathan."
"Martha, I'm sure everyone will be fine. It's just a storm, it'll come and go."
"I know, I know. I guess I'm just being paranoid."
"Clark!"
Clark turned and saw Chloe and Pete walking toward him.
"Hey, Chloe, hey Pete, what's up?" Clark asked.
"Nothing much. Hey, did you hear about that big lighting storm that's supposed to be coming?" Pete inquired.
"Yeah, my mom spent about half the morning telling me to be careful of the thing."
Chloe laughed. "Yeah, well if you get struck by lighting you'll be wishing you listened to her rather than complain about it."
Clark smiled. There's Chloe for you. She always has a witty thing to say after every sentence you throw at her.
"Hi, Clark!" he heard a female's voice call. He turned to see Lana waving at him. He put on a big grin and waved back. He saw Whitney come up behind her and put his arms around her. She gave him a big kiss and turned her attention away from Clark to chat with her boyfriend. Clark was a little disappointed.
"Uh, Clark?" Chloe said.
"Huh?" Clark replied, distracted.
"You know, if you keep doing that, you're going to have only half your face left for girls to admire."
"Oh, so Chloe, you admire Clark's face, huh?" Pete teased.
"Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"Shutup."
"Sorry."
Clark smirked. It was amusing to see Chloe and Pete fight about stuff like this. All of a sudden, they heard thunder booming through the sky. The three looked up and raindrops began to fall and more thunder roared.
"Well, I guess that lighting storm's here," Clark said.
"Yeah, let's get inside," Chloe replied. Pete, Clark, and Chloe joined the rest of the student body and ran inside the water-proof walls of the school.
"Ok, see you guys in history!" Clark called as Pete and Chloe walked off toward their literature class. He shut his locker and turned, just to be surprised by Lana who had been waiting for him. He smiled. "Lana, hey." She returned his smile.
"Hey, Clark," she said, as another roll of thunder boomed, "wow, sounds like it's really pouring out there, huh?" They started to walk down the hall.
"Uh, yeah, it does. Did…you wanna talk about something?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I just wanted to um, thank you, for, you know, saving my life the other night."
Clark shrugged. "It was nothing." He gave her another smile. She looked up at him and furrowed her brow. "No, Clark, it's not. Saving someone from getting hurt isn't nothing…it's totally something." Clark frowned. He shrugged again.
"You're my friend, I wasn't going to stand by and watch you get hurt." Lana grabbed his arm.
"Clark, I'm serious. Thank you," Lana said.
"Lana, it's OK. You don't have to thank me. I wouldn't have been upset if you didn't."
Lana smiled. She let go of his arm and they started walking again. "Well, here's my class," she said, as they stopped in front of a door, "I'll see you later, ok?" Clark nodded.
"Yeah, see you later, Lana," he replied. She smiled as she opened the door. He walked on, thinking about the exchange. It felt like déjà vu, but he couldn't put his finger on where he had had the conversation with Lana before.
"Hey, Clark man, what's up?"
Clark turned. "Oh, hey Jared, how you doing?" he said to the muscular boy who was on the football team with Whitney. Jared jogged up next to Clark.
"I'm doin' good. Hey, can you do me a favor?" he asked.
"Umm, sure, I guess. What do you need?" Clark replied.
"Well, I need to get something out of my truck, for one of my classes, but I can't lift it myself. You're the first one I saw in the hall with muscle, so do you think you could help me out?"
"Sure, let's go get it."
"Great, thanks, man," Jared said.
"Hey, no problem." The boys walked over to the doors, where they saw the rain pouring. Looking outside made it seem like the school would flood if they opened the door. They braced themselves, pushed open the door and ran outside.
"Where's your truck?" Clark yelled over the noise of the rain, trying to cover his head with his hands to protect himself from the rain.
"It's over here!" Jared yelled back. They ran over to a black truck with flames painted on the sides and Clark saw what seemed to look like some sort of bookcase. Jared let down the ramp and the boys climbed into the back of the truck.
"Be careful, we don't want to slip!" Jared yelled. Clark nodded.
"Ok, grab that end over there! You got it? Ok, on my count, we lift! One, two, lift!" At that moment lighting struck the truck and the boys flew off and landed on the ground of the parking lot. Both Jared and Clark lay motionless on the ground.