Title: Catches the Light
Spoilers: Skinwalker, Promise. Set post-Phantom
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. Don't get me started on the changes I would make...

A/n: This is my first Smallville fic.
Unbetaed.

He knelt down next the old trunk, lifting the lid. He removed several mementos, wondering if he should get rid of any. Sure, he'd thrown the one framed picture of the prom out of the window all those weeks ago, but that had been in a flash of anger. He wasn't angry now.

He was almost to the bottom of the trunk when something caught his eye. He smiled. Gently he unwound the old, soft leather to reveal the bright silver object that would never need polishing. Turning it over in his hands, he wondered, would he ever find the woman it was meant for? For so long he had thought that was Lana, but it had never felt like a right time to give it to her, until eventually it had been forgotten in the bottom of the trunk.

"Hey, Smallville, spring cleaning?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. Seemed like she always interrupted his thoughts these days.

"Something like that."

She plopped herself down near him, just beyond the circle of mementos. "Whatcha got there? Can I see?"

He looked at his hands. He was still holding the bracelet! To late to hide it. Seeing no other option, he held it out.

"It looks old."

"It is." Without knowing why he continued, "I have reason to believe it once belonged to an ancestor of my biological family." Her eyes widened, but she didn't press for more details. Instead she leaned closer to inspect the bracelet . Her hand came up as if to touch it, but stopped just short. "May I?"

For many days afterward he wondered why he let her take it from his hands. She held it, examining the engraved designs, then to his complete astonishment, put it on her own wrist. She turned it this way and that, admiring it.

"It's pretty. I really like the stone, what is that, a moonstone? See how it catches the light, almost like it's glowing." She took it off, handing it back to him. "I almost envy the woman who's going to have that someday."

With that, Lois Lane stood and swept from the loft, leaving an open-mouthed Clark Kent in her wake. Still holding the bracelet, the now dark stone staring back at him.

fin