So I was listening to my brand spankin' new ipod, and I was inspired by the Gnarls Barkley song "Going on", I don't know it just felt like it spoke volumes about the ending of a dragged out relationship. So I took it a step further, and wrote something that reflects the kind of people Clark and Lana have become after closure. And I wanted to write something about Lana, because I don't really think she would always be desperate. Be warned this is very Clois friendly, so, um, just so you know. (blah) all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than the computer this was written on. Everything else belongs to CW and company. Nor do I own or have any claim to Gnarls Barkley's "Going on". Or anything really. College tuition has taken everything.
I've seen it with my own eyes
How we're gettin' otherwise
He's standing in line for coffee, completely unaware of anything else other than Lois texting him urgently demanding to know where the hell are you and when are you coming home and Smallville, I refuse to plan this wedding alone damn it, when he feels a gentle hand touch his shoulder and ask
"Clark, is that you?"
He about drops his cell in surprise and turns to see none other than Lana Lang smiling up at him. He clears his throat, searching her face for the desperation she wore so clearly last time they met.
"Lana, um, hi, wow. What are you doing in Metropolis?" He winces, because he sounds like an interrogator. "I mean, how are you?"
She's grins and it lights up her face.
"I'm in town for some business. I've been busy working for Wanye Enterprises out in Gotham and there's a big conference here tomorrow."
The touch and feeling of free is
Intangible technically
"Oh yeah, that's right. I, uh, sorry I forgot. About you working for Bruce, that is." Lana raises an eyebrow and another smile graces her face. "Clark, why are you sorry? It's not a big deal. Anyway, I just heard about you and Lois. Congratulations." Clark cringes, again, but is surprised to find the sentiments are genuine.
"Thank you. Although, I think Lois may just kill me before we ever make it to the altar. Trying to balance wedding plans and the Daily Planet has taken its toll." He accompanies this with a small eye roll, but can't keep his love for her out of his voice. Lana sighs, and Clark is so busy trying to read something from it, he doesn't notice her holding out a small card.
"What's this?"
"I got the invitation on my way out from Gotham." Clark accepts the card and notices it is an RSVP card, with her name and a number scribbled on the bottom.
"I'm glad you'll be there," he tells her, "it means a lot to me."
"I know, and it means a lot that you invited me." She smiles at him again.
But every once in a while I think about her smile
One of the few things I do miss
Gracing her with a genuine smile of his own, Clark wonders when everything became so simple between them, when it was always so hard.
But I'm going on
Just then he hears an impatient voice behind him ask for his order, and at the same time a siren goes off. Sighing, he shrugs sheepishly at the barista. "Sorry, forgot my order." She huffs impatiently and Clark moves aside to let Lana in front of him. She turns, suddenly, grasping his arm.
"Clark, if you're ever in Gotham, look me up. I'll buy you a coffee, or something." He nods, the guarantee written clearly on his face. She nods, once, and let's go.
I'm going on
May my love lift you up to the place you belong
I'm going on
And I promise I'll be waiting for you