"It's an unusual pregnancy, but everything's right on schedule," the doctor said.

"What's unusual about it?" Lex asked.

"It's DNA…it's nothing we've ever seen on Earth before. I tested Lana's DNA too and…."

"What?" Lex asked.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you, but since you two are getting married I'm surprised she hasn't told you. Your spouse, Lana, isn't exactly from around here."

"What is she, an alien?" Lex asked.

"You could put it that way," the doctor said, "But the baby's DNA….there isn't any….I mean, not a single trace…of human DNA in the baby's DNA. I'm afraid….it's not your baby, Lex."

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Clark was sitting in the barn, mulling over Lana. He loved her so much; he felt like their souls matched, their vines intertwine and created just for each other…and she was so innocent and pure, and Lex had proved himself to be so dark and evil……….it just wasn't fair. And when Lana kissed Clark, Clark could feel that she was still in love with him, but was afraid.

The phone rang. Clark answered it. "Hello," he said in a sad monotone.

It was Chloe. "I can't talk right now," he said.

"This is important. Very important," Chloe said.

"Okay, what is it?" Clark asked.

"I'm at the Daily Planet. I'll tell you there." Clark sped to the Daily Planet and got there in two seconds.

"What is it?" he asked Chloe.

"There was a murder in Metropolis…." Chloe said, "Well, not quite…..let's put it this way, Clark, Lex Luther committed suicide."

"Really? That's awesome," Clark said (jokingly)

Chloe looked into his eyes and frowned.

"Kidding," Clark said (A/N the way Mullet Fingers said "kidding" after he said Beatrice's cooking wasn't even good enough to feed to the alligators).

Soon Lana sped in. It seemed like she was super-speeding. It didn't make sense.

Clark ran over to Lana. Her eyes were red and puffy and her mascara was running down her face. "I heard what happened," Clark said softly.

"Clark, I have to tell you something," Lana said, "I'm still in love with you. Even when I was with Lex. And the baby….I don't know how, but the baby's yours. And…and I have a secret to tell you, that I should have told you a long, long time ago…..I'm not exactly from around here."

"Neither am I," Clark said, and they kissed, and it was like angels singing, everything that was supposed to be finally falling into place. After the kiss, Lana said, "So you're Kryptonian, too?"

"Yeah."

Chloe watched with amazement. Lana Lang was Kryptonian? Now everything made sense. It made sense now why Clark had always been drawn to Lana, instead of herself. It made sense that they were in love with each other, because they were two of a kind, the last survivors of a lost race.

"Wait," Clark said, "Jor-El isn't your father, is he?"

Silence hovered in the air, resonating sonorously.

"Why?" Lana asked.

"Because Jor-El's my father," Clark said, "well…at least biologically…."

"Don't worry, we're not siblings…" Lana started, "….my Kryptonian parents are Hirara-Ing and Like-Ing….but they are not just Kryptonian, they are Kryptonian witches….which means I have all of the Kryptonian powers, like you, and also telekinetic and telepathic and mind-control powers."

"So are you controlling my mind right now?" Clark asked.

"I don't think I have to," Lana said, and they both laughed and then romantically kissed again.

"Oh yeah," Clark said, "Happy belated Valentines Day."