Author's Notes: Well, here's chapter two, and believe me, this is where it gets interesting. It's worth your time, trust me.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Smallville or Smallville itself for that matter.
Chapter One
Discovery
"So," came a smug voice from behind the young Clark Kent, making him give a slight jump. "Mr. Kent beats up big-bad football without a single punch. Now that's impressive."
Clark Kent gave a light smile as he turned around the face his bald friend, the notorious Lex Luther, always showing up without giving even the slightest sign. And here he stood, leaning on his sports car with his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky smile plastered on his face.
"So how does it feel finally being the talk of the town?" Lex questioned, raising his eyebrow in a confused manner.
Clark looked down at his feet as the embarrassment grew within him, giving his cheeks a light pink coloring. "Actually, it feels good. It's the first time something good has actually gone around about me."
Lex laughed at that, "I also heard Lana took quite a beating. Lost her favorite necklace too. I bet she's feeling pretty bad right now."
Clark nodded quickly, "She doesn't even want me around."
"Wow, she's even pushing her big cuddly superman out into the cold. That doesn't sound like her at all."
"Well," Clark started, hoping he would be able to word it right. "You try losing someone you care about and see what you're like."
"I did," Lex answered quickly, trying to show as little emotion as possible. "I lost my mother when I was a kid. And... I guess I did react the same way."
"Sorry..."
"How'd you do it?" Lex asked automatically, changing the subject as fast as possible. "I mean, how did he nearly break his arm on your jaw?"
"I... have strong bones... that's all," Clark stated with uncertainty.
"Oh, is that all," Lex mocked. "Listen, I know you're hiding something from this world. But if there is one thing I've learned, you can never keep something hidden from a Luther."
Then, before Clark could say another word, Lex slid on his sunglasses and hopped into his convertible. But before he sped off, he left his friend with something to thing about. "I will find you out. Trust me when I say that."
Then he was gone, leaving nothing but a dust trail in his wake.
Clark shook his head and turned back around to his chores, only to find his parents glaring angrily at him. And just then, he wished he were off this blue and green planet.
* * *
"Nell, listen, I'm okay," Lana spoke as she tried to push her away. "It's just a bruise, it'll be gone in a day or two."
"Lana, this isn't just a normal bruise. It's a bruise caused by your boyfriend," Nell said sadly, and Lana nodded in agreement. Nell was right as usual. Her boyfriend, the man she gave her heart two, viciously struck her. And in the school for that matter, where everyone could watch her take a beating. "I just want you to be okay."
"I am okay," Lana lied, trying to get her over protective ant out of her room. She got up from her bed and walked towards the window, where the golden rays of the sun glowed brightly, warming her soft skin. Thank god Clark had been there.
"Lana," her aunt started up again. "How did you get away from him. It looks as if you should have taken more bruises then that."
"You're right," Lana agreed quietly. "This should be a lot worse right now."
Nell also stood up from her spot on the edge of the bed, "Then how?"
"Clark saved me. When Whitney was about to hit me again, he stopped him."
"Clark? Is he okay? Is he hurt?" Nell began the onslaught of questions, but thankfully, Lana was able to stop her.
"Clark's fine," Lana said. "It's Whitney who went away with a broken arm." She then tucked her long hair behind her ears and made her way towards her door. But before she could leave, he aunt stopped her one last time.
"You do know that he loves you... right?" She spoke, her voice full of care, but with a hint of uncertainty.
Lana slowly turned around and looked her aunt straight in the eyes, her features slowly softening. "Yeah," she answered with a wide smile. "I know."
* * *
"How could you get into a fight at school? Do you even realize how many people could've been hurt?" Jonathan Kent shouted, which was completely unlike him. "You..."
"I don't need to hear your little speeches right now, dad!" Clark fired back, both his parents slightly stunned. "I did it to protect Lana! If I hadn't stepped in, no one would have, and she would have much more than just a bruised cheek!"
"But if I heard correctly," Martha began, but much calmer than her husband. "You nearly broke a boy's arm. How can that be justified?"
"I didn't even throw a punch!" Clark explained, his anger clearly showing. "He broke his arm on my jaw. That's it. End of fight."
Both the Kents looked at each other for a few seconds before turning back to their son, their eyes showing all. It was apparent to Clark that they had lightened up after he was able to explain everything.
"Okay, maybe we were wrong to yell at you," his dad spoke. "But this will surely draw some attention to you. Even Lex is beginning to question you. And a lot more will come from this."
Clark looked down at the floor and shook his head, "I know. But I'm tired of everyone looking at me as just the big loser that is Clark Kent. Maybe this attention will be good. Who knows?"
Jonathan slowly nodded his head, as if to agree with his son. "We'll see," he said with a smile while patting his boy on the back. "We'll see."
Clark smiled at this and walked from the house, making his way to his very own barn, or as he like to call it, his Fortress of Solitude.
Martha slowly leaned on her husband's shoulder and looked up at him with a warm grin. "Let's just trust him on this one time. After all, he is the only teenager made of solid steal."
Jonathan only smiled at her choice of words and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
* * *
Clark walked up the old, warn steps that led into his own personal place, the place where he kept all his secrets, the only place where he could find peace. This was where he could breathe, this was where nothing ever went wrong.
"Clark?" His heart somehow skipped a beat as the soft, feminine voice reached his ears, tickling his senses and bringing up a light blush.
There stood Lana Lang, her arms wrapped around her small body and a warm smile on her beautiful face, staring at him with her sparkling eyes that always seemed to hypnotize him.
This was the girl of his dreams brought to life. The one person he would ever want to be with... now and forever. But how could he just tell her that he loved her with all his heart... and have her return it?
"Lana?" He questioned, even after he knew it was really her that was standing there. "What are you doing here? I mean, I thought you wanted to be alone."
"I thought I did," she said with a smile... one of his only weakness. "But what I really needed right now was a true friend. And that's you Clark. You're the only person who ever understood me. Even Whitney thought I was kinda odd."
"And plus," she continued as she began dancing around, looking at all the old items that lined the walls of the barn. "I just love this place to death. I wish I could just come here everyday and just watch the sun set and stars appear."
"Well," Clark began, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "You can if you want. You can come up here every single day, even if I'm not around. You know, just so you have a place to go where you can work out your problems."
He walked towards the opening in the wall where he could see all of Smallville, sliding his hands into his pockets and just breathing in the crisp evening air.
"It's the one place where I don't have to keep any secrets from the world," he said as he looked over his shoulder at Lana, catching another one of her knee-weakening smiles.
"I've always wanted a place like that." Her words were calm and collected, never even a hint of nervousness within them... even if she was scared to death of what she was about to tell him. "And now I have one."
The two turned to completely face each other, their eyes locking onto one another, and for one single instant, they could see into each other's soul. They could here each other's thoughts, and witnessed each other's strongest desire. And for that instant, they were one.
"Listen," Lana was the first to speak, stepping up to Clark so their faces were only inches apart. "I didn't come here just to chat. I came here to tell you something important... something that I've been keeping inside me for a long time now."
Clark opened his mouth to comment, but Lana placed a single finger on his soft lips, silencing him for at least a few moments.
"I know that you've loved me for a long time now," she stated, causing him to look away. She knew that he was head-over-heels in love with. Well, it's not like he tried to keep it well hidden... but still.
"And I just wanted to tell you that..." for some odd reason, she couldn't get those three words out. They were somehow stuck in her throat and just wouldn't budge. She never told Whitney that she loved him, so she never realized how hard it was. And for the first time, she realized just how hard this had been on Clark.
But Lana never even had to say it, Clark knew. And his answer to it was a passionate kiss, locking their lips and completely taking her breath away.
Slowly, she moved deeper into it, wrapping her slender arms around his neck, running her hands through his soft black hair. Yes, this is what she had been waiting for... this was her dream.
His strong, muscular arms made their way around her waist, pulling her closer too him and holding her tightly, but not too tightly as to crush her. But enough to just make her safe. And she did feel safe... for the first time in her entire life.
Then finally, the two parted, each one gasping for breath. Then slowly, the two hugged, pulling each other close, and gently swaying in the moonlight.
"Yes," Lana finally started after a long while. "Yes Clark Kent, I love you."
* * *
"Damn him! Damn him to hell!" Whitney roared as he punched his punching bag as hard as he could, sending a straight line of pain ripping through the muscles in his arms and busting his knuckles wide open.
"He's gotten in my way far too much! And this is the last time I let him slip by!" He landed another hard punch on the bag, sending it crashing into the far wall. "It's time we ended this once and for all!"
He walked over to the bag lying on the floor, sanding pouring from several gashes in the fabric. Then, with a powerful kick in just the right spot, it was ripped in two.
"Clark Kent, you can't keep any secrets hidden any longer. I will find out your weakness... and then it's as good as over."
An evil grin spread across his face as he packed up his things, never noticing the glowing green tint to his blood.
**Chapter Two: Clark and Lana have their first "non-friend" date, ending with Clark telling her his most dangerous secrets. Meanwhile, Lex comes across a chunk of meteor rock that could cause the downfall of the future Superman. And Whitney discovers his new ability as he tosses over four hundred pounds through the roof. Could this be the end of Clark Kent?**
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Smallville or Smallville itself for that matter.
Chapter One
Discovery
"So," came a smug voice from behind the young Clark Kent, making him give a slight jump. "Mr. Kent beats up big-bad football without a single punch. Now that's impressive."
Clark Kent gave a light smile as he turned around the face his bald friend, the notorious Lex Luther, always showing up without giving even the slightest sign. And here he stood, leaning on his sports car with his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky smile plastered on his face.
"So how does it feel finally being the talk of the town?" Lex questioned, raising his eyebrow in a confused manner.
Clark looked down at his feet as the embarrassment grew within him, giving his cheeks a light pink coloring. "Actually, it feels good. It's the first time something good has actually gone around about me."
Lex laughed at that, "I also heard Lana took quite a beating. Lost her favorite necklace too. I bet she's feeling pretty bad right now."
Clark nodded quickly, "She doesn't even want me around."
"Wow, she's even pushing her big cuddly superman out into the cold. That doesn't sound like her at all."
"Well," Clark started, hoping he would be able to word it right. "You try losing someone you care about and see what you're like."
"I did," Lex answered quickly, trying to show as little emotion as possible. "I lost my mother when I was a kid. And... I guess I did react the same way."
"Sorry..."
"How'd you do it?" Lex asked automatically, changing the subject as fast as possible. "I mean, how did he nearly break his arm on your jaw?"
"I... have strong bones... that's all," Clark stated with uncertainty.
"Oh, is that all," Lex mocked. "Listen, I know you're hiding something from this world. But if there is one thing I've learned, you can never keep something hidden from a Luther."
Then, before Clark could say another word, Lex slid on his sunglasses and hopped into his convertible. But before he sped off, he left his friend with something to thing about. "I will find you out. Trust me when I say that."
Then he was gone, leaving nothing but a dust trail in his wake.
Clark shook his head and turned back around to his chores, only to find his parents glaring angrily at him. And just then, he wished he were off this blue and green planet.
* * *
"Nell, listen, I'm okay," Lana spoke as she tried to push her away. "It's just a bruise, it'll be gone in a day or two."
"Lana, this isn't just a normal bruise. It's a bruise caused by your boyfriend," Nell said sadly, and Lana nodded in agreement. Nell was right as usual. Her boyfriend, the man she gave her heart two, viciously struck her. And in the school for that matter, where everyone could watch her take a beating. "I just want you to be okay."
"I am okay," Lana lied, trying to get her over protective ant out of her room. She got up from her bed and walked towards the window, where the golden rays of the sun glowed brightly, warming her soft skin. Thank god Clark had been there.
"Lana," her aunt started up again. "How did you get away from him. It looks as if you should have taken more bruises then that."
"You're right," Lana agreed quietly. "This should be a lot worse right now."
Nell also stood up from her spot on the edge of the bed, "Then how?"
"Clark saved me. When Whitney was about to hit me again, he stopped him."
"Clark? Is he okay? Is he hurt?" Nell began the onslaught of questions, but thankfully, Lana was able to stop her.
"Clark's fine," Lana said. "It's Whitney who went away with a broken arm." She then tucked her long hair behind her ears and made her way towards her door. But before she could leave, he aunt stopped her one last time.
"You do know that he loves you... right?" She spoke, her voice full of care, but with a hint of uncertainty.
Lana slowly turned around and looked her aunt straight in the eyes, her features slowly softening. "Yeah," she answered with a wide smile. "I know."
* * *
"How could you get into a fight at school? Do you even realize how many people could've been hurt?" Jonathan Kent shouted, which was completely unlike him. "You..."
"I don't need to hear your little speeches right now, dad!" Clark fired back, both his parents slightly stunned. "I did it to protect Lana! If I hadn't stepped in, no one would have, and she would have much more than just a bruised cheek!"
"But if I heard correctly," Martha began, but much calmer than her husband. "You nearly broke a boy's arm. How can that be justified?"
"I didn't even throw a punch!" Clark explained, his anger clearly showing. "He broke his arm on my jaw. That's it. End of fight."
Both the Kents looked at each other for a few seconds before turning back to their son, their eyes showing all. It was apparent to Clark that they had lightened up after he was able to explain everything.
"Okay, maybe we were wrong to yell at you," his dad spoke. "But this will surely draw some attention to you. Even Lex is beginning to question you. And a lot more will come from this."
Clark looked down at the floor and shook his head, "I know. But I'm tired of everyone looking at me as just the big loser that is Clark Kent. Maybe this attention will be good. Who knows?"
Jonathan slowly nodded his head, as if to agree with his son. "We'll see," he said with a smile while patting his boy on the back. "We'll see."
Clark smiled at this and walked from the house, making his way to his very own barn, or as he like to call it, his Fortress of Solitude.
Martha slowly leaned on her husband's shoulder and looked up at him with a warm grin. "Let's just trust him on this one time. After all, he is the only teenager made of solid steal."
Jonathan only smiled at her choice of words and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
* * *
Clark walked up the old, warn steps that led into his own personal place, the place where he kept all his secrets, the only place where he could find peace. This was where he could breathe, this was where nothing ever went wrong.
"Clark?" His heart somehow skipped a beat as the soft, feminine voice reached his ears, tickling his senses and bringing up a light blush.
There stood Lana Lang, her arms wrapped around her small body and a warm smile on her beautiful face, staring at him with her sparkling eyes that always seemed to hypnotize him.
This was the girl of his dreams brought to life. The one person he would ever want to be with... now and forever. But how could he just tell her that he loved her with all his heart... and have her return it?
"Lana?" He questioned, even after he knew it was really her that was standing there. "What are you doing here? I mean, I thought you wanted to be alone."
"I thought I did," she said with a smile... one of his only weakness. "But what I really needed right now was a true friend. And that's you Clark. You're the only person who ever understood me. Even Whitney thought I was kinda odd."
"And plus," she continued as she began dancing around, looking at all the old items that lined the walls of the barn. "I just love this place to death. I wish I could just come here everyday and just watch the sun set and stars appear."
"Well," Clark began, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "You can if you want. You can come up here every single day, even if I'm not around. You know, just so you have a place to go where you can work out your problems."
He walked towards the opening in the wall where he could see all of Smallville, sliding his hands into his pockets and just breathing in the crisp evening air.
"It's the one place where I don't have to keep any secrets from the world," he said as he looked over his shoulder at Lana, catching another one of her knee-weakening smiles.
"I've always wanted a place like that." Her words were calm and collected, never even a hint of nervousness within them... even if she was scared to death of what she was about to tell him. "And now I have one."
The two turned to completely face each other, their eyes locking onto one another, and for one single instant, they could see into each other's soul. They could here each other's thoughts, and witnessed each other's strongest desire. And for that instant, they were one.
"Listen," Lana was the first to speak, stepping up to Clark so their faces were only inches apart. "I didn't come here just to chat. I came here to tell you something important... something that I've been keeping inside me for a long time now."
Clark opened his mouth to comment, but Lana placed a single finger on his soft lips, silencing him for at least a few moments.
"I know that you've loved me for a long time now," she stated, causing him to look away. She knew that he was head-over-heels in love with. Well, it's not like he tried to keep it well hidden... but still.
"And I just wanted to tell you that..." for some odd reason, she couldn't get those three words out. They were somehow stuck in her throat and just wouldn't budge. She never told Whitney that she loved him, so she never realized how hard it was. And for the first time, she realized just how hard this had been on Clark.
But Lana never even had to say it, Clark knew. And his answer to it was a passionate kiss, locking their lips and completely taking her breath away.
Slowly, she moved deeper into it, wrapping her slender arms around his neck, running her hands through his soft black hair. Yes, this is what she had been waiting for... this was her dream.
His strong, muscular arms made their way around her waist, pulling her closer too him and holding her tightly, but not too tightly as to crush her. But enough to just make her safe. And she did feel safe... for the first time in her entire life.
Then finally, the two parted, each one gasping for breath. Then slowly, the two hugged, pulling each other close, and gently swaying in the moonlight.
"Yes," Lana finally started after a long while. "Yes Clark Kent, I love you."
* * *
"Damn him! Damn him to hell!" Whitney roared as he punched his punching bag as hard as he could, sending a straight line of pain ripping through the muscles in his arms and busting his knuckles wide open.
"He's gotten in my way far too much! And this is the last time I let him slip by!" He landed another hard punch on the bag, sending it crashing into the far wall. "It's time we ended this once and for all!"
He walked over to the bag lying on the floor, sanding pouring from several gashes in the fabric. Then, with a powerful kick in just the right spot, it was ripped in two.
"Clark Kent, you can't keep any secrets hidden any longer. I will find out your weakness... and then it's as good as over."
An evil grin spread across his face as he packed up his things, never noticing the glowing green tint to his blood.
**Chapter Two: Clark and Lana have their first "non-friend" date, ending with Clark telling her his most dangerous secrets. Meanwhile, Lex comes across a chunk of meteor rock that could cause the downfall of the future Superman. And Whitney discovers his new ability as he tosses over four hundred pounds through the roof. Could this be the end of Clark Kent?**