"Clark, if you have something to tell me, tell me now! I am tired of
feeling like you are keeping something from me! I just want you to be
honest with me!" Lana, was finally letting out all her anger, in the
deserted Talon. She was just so sick of it.
"Lana, you're right, I am keeping something from you. And I want more than anything in the world to tell you, I always have but..."
"But what?" Lana interrupted. "What you..!"
"Lana please." Clark interrupted back. "It's not that I don't want you to know. It's, my parents, they won't let me, and I'm also afraid, you won't want to be around me."
"Clark, nothing you could say, would be bad enough so I wouldn't want to be around you."
"It's pretty bad."
"Clark I promise you, I won't leave you."
"Yeah, that's what the last person said."
"You told someone else before me! Who else do you trust more than me?!"
"Lana, it was a matter of life and... being dissected!"
"Dissected?"
"Yeah, there are only three people on this planet that know and two from a planet called Krypton, and the last living person I told, left under the pressure, I just don't want you to leave! Lana, I love you. I've told you as much as I could, and this is also the reason I haven't always acted the same, or how I always have to leave, or why every weird thing in Smallville happens, or why the meteor shower came. I am the reason your parents died! I couldn't control it, I didn't do it purposely, but it's my fault. There, I said the small part, that wasn't what I have been keeping from you, but I thought you might like to know! How would you feel, being responsible for almost everything that goes wrong, all the deaths!"
"Clark...? Are you ok? I mean what do you mean?"
"Lana I can't tell you."
"Clark, I won't dessert you, I didn't over react, when you said you were responsible for... for killing my parents, Clark, whatever you say will be ok with me, I promise you."
"Sorry Lana, my parents..."
"Who cares what they say Clark, you didn't care when they told you not to join football, or not to buy that class ring."
"How did you know about that?"
"The town is called Smallville."
"Ok, Lana, but not now." Clark left the Talon, leaving Lana standing there, feeling awkward. He slowly, went home.
"Son, are you ok?" Jonathon asked his son.
"Dad, I need some advice."
"About what?"
"Well, Lana was talking to me, she was telling me she thinks I was keeping something from her, and she was beginning to yell at me, and saying that if I can't be honest with her then, (sigh) let's just say, it wasn't a pleasant chat."
"What did you tell her?"
"That I'm responsible for everything that goes wrong in Smallville, including the death of her parents. That last time I told somebody, they left under pressure. That only 3 people on earth know what I can't tell her, and two people from a planet called Krypton..."
"Why did you mention Krypton!"
"Dad, that's all I said, except that I really want to tell her, but you won't allow it."
"That's all?"
"Well, I said I'd tell her, but not now."
"Clark..."
"Dad, chill out, not now could mean 5 years from now!"
"Still Clark, you said a lot and..."
"Dad, do know how hard it is?!?!"
"Clark you never seemed bothered by it before."
"Dad, it is, please, please..."
"Clark no, it's out of the question, we've been over this."
"Been over what?"
"Martha, it's nothing."
"Mom I want to tell Lana."
"You... what?"
"Mom, you know what I said, I told her a little bit, but only that I'm responsible for everything that goes wrong in Smallville, including the death of her parents. That last time I told somebody, they left under pressure. That only 3 people on earth know what I can't tell her, and two people from a planet called Krypton, and that I want to tell but I can't and would later."
"Clark, do you think she can handle it, I mean, look at Pete."
"Mom, she didn't freak out when I said, ... that it's kind of my fault that her parents died."
"Clark, are you sure she's..."
"Martha! He can't keep going around telling everybody, it's not safe!"
"Dad, I need someone to talk to about this, I know I can always come to you and mom, but it's not enough anymore . I need someone my own age. Someone I can relate to. Dad, do you know how many times I've hurt her, and she never understands!"
"Clark..."
"Please dad."
"Well son, it's up to you."
Lana was sitting outside on her porch, thinking.
"Lana, you have a phonecall!"
"Hello?"
"Lana?"
"Clark?"
"Meet me at the Talon, tomorrow at 9:00, you want you to be honest with you? Here's your chance."
"Clark?" But Clark wasn't on the phone anymore.
"Lana, you're right, I am keeping something from you. And I want more than anything in the world to tell you, I always have but..."
"But what?" Lana interrupted. "What you..!"
"Lana please." Clark interrupted back. "It's not that I don't want you to know. It's, my parents, they won't let me, and I'm also afraid, you won't want to be around me."
"Clark, nothing you could say, would be bad enough so I wouldn't want to be around you."
"It's pretty bad."
"Clark I promise you, I won't leave you."
"Yeah, that's what the last person said."
"You told someone else before me! Who else do you trust more than me?!"
"Lana, it was a matter of life and... being dissected!"
"Dissected?"
"Yeah, there are only three people on this planet that know and two from a planet called Krypton, and the last living person I told, left under the pressure, I just don't want you to leave! Lana, I love you. I've told you as much as I could, and this is also the reason I haven't always acted the same, or how I always have to leave, or why every weird thing in Smallville happens, or why the meteor shower came. I am the reason your parents died! I couldn't control it, I didn't do it purposely, but it's my fault. There, I said the small part, that wasn't what I have been keeping from you, but I thought you might like to know! How would you feel, being responsible for almost everything that goes wrong, all the deaths!"
"Clark...? Are you ok? I mean what do you mean?"
"Lana I can't tell you."
"Clark, I won't dessert you, I didn't over react, when you said you were responsible for... for killing my parents, Clark, whatever you say will be ok with me, I promise you."
"Sorry Lana, my parents..."
"Who cares what they say Clark, you didn't care when they told you not to join football, or not to buy that class ring."
"How did you know about that?"
"The town is called Smallville."
"Ok, Lana, but not now." Clark left the Talon, leaving Lana standing there, feeling awkward. He slowly, went home.
"Son, are you ok?" Jonathon asked his son.
"Dad, I need some advice."
"About what?"
"Well, Lana was talking to me, she was telling me she thinks I was keeping something from her, and she was beginning to yell at me, and saying that if I can't be honest with her then, (sigh) let's just say, it wasn't a pleasant chat."
"What did you tell her?"
"That I'm responsible for everything that goes wrong in Smallville, including the death of her parents. That last time I told somebody, they left under pressure. That only 3 people on earth know what I can't tell her, and two people from a planet called Krypton..."
"Why did you mention Krypton!"
"Dad, that's all I said, except that I really want to tell her, but you won't allow it."
"That's all?"
"Well, I said I'd tell her, but not now."
"Clark..."
"Dad, chill out, not now could mean 5 years from now!"
"Still Clark, you said a lot and..."
"Dad, do know how hard it is?!?!"
"Clark you never seemed bothered by it before."
"Dad, it is, please, please..."
"Clark no, it's out of the question, we've been over this."
"Been over what?"
"Martha, it's nothing."
"Mom I want to tell Lana."
"You... what?"
"Mom, you know what I said, I told her a little bit, but only that I'm responsible for everything that goes wrong in Smallville, including the death of her parents. That last time I told somebody, they left under pressure. That only 3 people on earth know what I can't tell her, and two people from a planet called Krypton, and that I want to tell but I can't and would later."
"Clark, do you think she can handle it, I mean, look at Pete."
"Mom, she didn't freak out when I said, ... that it's kind of my fault that her parents died."
"Clark, are you sure she's..."
"Martha! He can't keep going around telling everybody, it's not safe!"
"Dad, I need someone to talk to about this, I know I can always come to you and mom, but it's not enough anymore . I need someone my own age. Someone I can relate to. Dad, do you know how many times I've hurt her, and she never understands!"
"Clark..."
"Please dad."
"Well son, it's up to you."
Lana was sitting outside on her porch, thinking.
"Lana, you have a phonecall!"
"Hello?"
"Lana?"
"Clark?"
"Meet me at the Talon, tomorrow at 9:00, you want you to be honest with you? Here's your chance."
"Clark?" But Clark wasn't on the phone anymore.