A/N: Okay, I just finished watching the season ender... OH MY GOSH!!!
That's all I can say. Anyway, I couldn't stand the cliffhangers, so I made
my own story. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: As much as I want to own Smallville, I still don't... At least
I own the storyline and some unknown characters.
Okay, for starters, the scenario is, basically, how the episode ended...
the multiple cliffhangers with Chloe in the explosion, Lana and Clark
leaving, Pete gone, Jonathan unconscious in the caves, Lex poisoning
himself and Lionel in jail.
CHAPTER 1
Dr. Harvey, you're needed in Room 717.
Martha walked down the desolate hall of Smallville Medical Center to grab a
cup of coffee. Lately, the ambiance of the deserted hall perfectly fit how
she felt, lonely and alone. With Clark gone and Jonathan still
unconscious, she had nothing to live for, which explains the dark circles
under her eyes and the clothes she's been wearing two days in a row.
She took her coffee, went back to Jonathan's room and sat by his bedside
waiting, hoping for some change.
"Please wake up..." she muttered, staring intently at Jonathan's peaceful
slumbering face.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the hospital...
"Doctor, the results of the tests are here. The patient is suffering from
sodium bicarbonate poisoning," the nurse read from her clipboard.
"Prepare the apparatuses for emergency operation. We don't have enough
time. We have to remove the poison from his body," the doctor informed the
nurses.
The nurses moved quickly and the doctor sliced the patient's abdomen with a
scalpel.
Bon Jour, Te a atterri. Velcome to Paris...
From the minimal knowledge Lana knew about French, she knew that meant,
'Good day, you have landed. Welcome to Paris' She walked out the tunnel,
collected her belongings, took a seat and waited for the tour bus that
would take her to the boarding house of the art school. While waiting, she
was stroking the almost wilted petals of a white rose and was contemplating
on the circumstances that took place in the Metropolis airport. She was
sure Clark was there, which explained the beautiful long-stemmed white rose
lying on the ground where he stood.
When the bus arrived, she hopped in, took a seat near the front and waited
for every one else to come in. She was looking out the window daydreaming.
"Excuse moi, is anyone seated here?" a tall, pretty girl with red hair
asked pointing to the seat next to Lana.
"Oh! no," Lana answered with a smile.
Lana scooted nearer the window to make more space for the girl. The girl
smiled gratefully which Lana quickly returned.
"My name is Genevieve Brasseaux. I'm from Toulouse, Southern France," the
girl said with a smile while extending her hand to Lana.
"Lana Lang. I live in a small town in Kansas, Smallville." Lana replied,
shaking the girl's hand.
"Wow... That's far away. So, the art school made you think of traveling
half the globe? How did your friends feel? My friends got a bit
sentimental and my boyfriend even created a scene in the airport,"
Genevieve giggled and blushed just remembering the scene, "but they felt
better when my parents promised them tickets to visit me after a few
months," Genevieve said smiling.
"I miss them," she said seriously.
"So, how about you?"
Genevieve looked at Lana waiting for an answer. Lana's face was to the
window so all Genevieve could see was her silky brown hair. She tapped
Lana's shoulder.
"Lana?"
"Sorry," Lana mumbled. She faced her with teary eyes and a gloomy
expression on her face.
"Umm, unlike you, just one friend came," she muttered. "The other one came
and went without saying goodbye...just gave me, no actually left me, this,"
Lana said, weakly raising her hand to show the wilting rose.
"I really am trying to put my past behind me," Lana said.
"I'm so sorry to bring it up, Lana," Genevieve said sympathetically.
"It's not your fault, you didn't know," Lana said smiling a small, sad
smile.
Genevieve smiled back sympathetically and the rest of the trip was quiet.
One, embarrassed for bringing up something that would change the other's
mood while the other, feeling sorry for herself and strongly jealous of the
other.
Clark stirred in his deep slumber. When he woke up, he never felt so
rejuvenated in his life. He looked around and was dumbfounded at what he
saw.
I'm not in Kansas anymore, that's for sure, he thought.
"Welcome Kal-el, you have been reborn," Jor-el's voice said.
"Where am I? Where are you?" Clark asked.
"Welcome home, Kal-el, you are in Krypton," Jor-el answered.
"Krypton? I thought Krypton was destroyed a long time ago," Clark asked
confused.
"Kal-el, Krypton is a self-constructing planet. After its destruction, it
constructs itself again. That explains why I was on earth in 1963. We
came to earth because Krypton was in destruction; we only came back when it
reconstructed itself." Jor-el answered.
"We?" Clark echoed.
"Yes, we, me and some Kryptonians. We used the caves as our portal." Jor-
el answered.
"Then, if you can just go there through the portal, why did you and Lara
have to put me in a spaceship and send me off to earth when we could have
all just gone to earth together?" Clark asked.
"Because it was too late. The portal was already damaged by the
destruction. The destruction came as a surprise to us. We always knew
when our planet would destruct but in that year, 1989, we were not
expecting the planet to destruct. Our only hope was to have you sent to
earth in a spacecraft," Jor-el answered.
"Why did you have to take me back? What now? What about those I left behind
on earth?" Clark asked remembering Lana, his parents, Pete, Chloe even Lex.
"What would they think, I just evaporated or something? My parents would
be looking for me," Clark said, feeling miserable.
"Kal-el, all they have is earthly love; that is temporary. They will
eventually die and leave you. What you have here is eternal. There are
only two of you left and the both of you together is our only hope to
preserve the Kryptonian race." Jor-el replied.
Clark stared feeling sorry for himself and his dilemma.
"Lana, I believe this would be yours..." Genevieve, her roommate and new-
found best friend, handed Lana newspaper.
"Thanks," Lana said, eagerly taking the newspaper from Genevieve.
Even if Lana wanted to put her past behind, a piece of her still remained
in Smallville. A piece of her heart stayed with SOMEONE in Smallville.
She just couldn't let go of Smallville completely so she had the weekend
edition of "The Smallville Ledger" sent to her regularly. It came a day
late and would always be that way, considering the distance of Paris to
Smallville, but being late would be better that not knowing what's going on
at all.
"So much for putting your past behind, Lana," Genevieve joked.
"I can never put my past behind, Gen. It'll always and forever be a part of
me no matter where in the world I am," Lana said.
She unfolded the paper and was shocked at what greeted her in the front
page...
"Oh god," she whimpered.
A/N: Cliffhanger! Don't you just love cliffhangers... I really enjoyed
writing this fic. If you enjoyed reading it, please review.
I love Clana, but I really don't know where this fic is headed, so if you
have any suggestions... that would be fun!!!
By the way, excuse my French... I just used this crappy erroneous
translator in my computer, lol.