Figuring out something isn't always a good thing
Fandom: Smallville, Supernatural
Rating: G
Genre: sad, crossover
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Lana
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Smallville and Supernatural and its characters aren't mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: This is yet another lana-drabble that isn't really a happy one. But then again, it really fits into the supernatural verse... there is always someone leaving, someone hurting. So, this fits.
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Lex treated her like she was a prized possession. Clark treated her like some fragile being, made out of glass and easily shattered. And Whitney treated her like she was a saint in comparison to all the other girls.
Sighing Lana turned her head on the pillow. She was facing her boyfriend now. His face was strained with a scowl. He was probably having another nightmare. One of those nightmares that involved his dead fiancée and his impotence of helping her.
He started to get uneasy and Lana placed her hand over his heart. Stroking him there, calming him.
And what exactly was he treating her as, wondered Lana as she continued to stroke and soothe Sam. She hadn't figured it out yet. Not really wanting to anyway; because it seemed that every time she figured out what the men in her life saw her as, she needed to disappear and leave.
So instead she tried not to think of it and live for the moment. She cuddled up closer to him when he finally started to rest again. And tried her best to fall asleep without letting herself brood too much before.