TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 4
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)
SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe.'
SPOILERS: Everything!
DISCLAIMER: All Smallville character belong to their respective whatever, the WB, etc. etc.
FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile:)
DEDICATION: To all the fellow Nuns, writers, reviewers, and readers at NWP, and of course Jensen!
RANT: Sorry I'm not writing as quickly as I used to. Real life really does not give you much time! But I am trying.
A few hours later they were back at the Talon, and Jason was opening the door to Lana's apartment. He could feel her uneasiness behind him as he walked in first, his eyes scanning the place to make sure everything was okay. But then again when the person trying to kill you could just appear out of thin air, there really wasn't any point.
He turned around and wrapped a protective arm around her. "It's late. Let's try and get you some sleep."
They walked into the room together, and she looked up at him with big eyes, "Me? What about you?" Then her eyes caught his books still sitting on the table. "Oh, Jason. I'm sorry, I know you need to study for…"
He cut her off, it was honestly the last thing on this mind. He had totally forgotten. "No. No. That's not what I meant. And you do NOT need to be sorry at all." He kissed the top of her head as they moved back towards her bed. "I'm fine. You need to rest. I was just going to…"
She smiled, "You were just going to stay up and watch over me."
He tilted her chin up with his hand, and he looked deep into her eyes. "Do you have any idea how much you scared me tonight?"
Her hand came up and ran though his hair. She did know, she could see it in his eyes. "I know. But trust me. It wasn't something I planned."
He smiled, "I would hope not." She grinned back at him. Then he pushed her lightly towards her dresser. "Hurry up and change so I can tuck you in," he winked at her.
She twirled her finger in a circle, motioning for him to turn around. He quickly turned, and heard her opening the drawers and the rustling of clothes. In moments he heard her bed squeak, and a small, "Okay."
He smiled, toed off his shoes, and jumped in next to her. But she shook her head at him. "What?"
"Get up."
He stood up with a weird look on his face.
"Go get your books."
"I know you don't want to be here alone…"
She shook her head, "I didn't say I did. Trust me. Just go get your books, and bring them back here. You can read. I can sleep." He nodded, went and got two books, his notes, and a highlighter. He sat down, put his feet up, and opened one of the books, setting the rest on the nightstand.
Lana crawled under the sheets and leaned over to him. He gave her a soft kiss, "Good night." He said softly.
"Night," she replied with a small yawn. She turned over and moved her back up along side his body. Her legs and feet came back and wrapped around his one leg.
He looked at her, his one hand moving from the book now supported on his chest to her hair. He pushed a few strands behind her ear, and then lightly caressed the side of her face.
"If you keep doing that, I won't fall asleep," she mumbled sleepily.
"Sorry," he whispered, and went back to reading.
The light started to seep into her brain and she struggled against it. She didn't want to wake up. She was way to comfortable. But something was tugging at her brain. Nagging her. She slowly opened one eye, to find her head resting on a nice, firm chest. An arm was wrapped around her. Her leg claimed her bedmates knee. She smiled at the sweet peaceful look on his face, and then almost laughed at the large highlighter streak on his cheek.
Then she sat up straight in bed, looking at the clock, waking her partner up with a start in the process.
"What? What's wrong," he asked her instantly. His arms going to her shoulders, worry in his voice.
"The time!"
His head spun around looking at the clock. "Shit." They both jumped out of bed. She quickly got dressed as he put his shoes on and packed up his backpack. When she was grabbing her coat and keys he stopped, and took her hand. "Wait."
"Jason. What? I have to get to school. You have to get to your exam."
"I can't leave you alone. I..."
Her fingers went over the side of his face, and she leaned up and kissed him. "Drop me off at school. Tons of people are there. You can pick me up after your test. I'll be okay."
"You sure?" He really hated the idea.
"I'm positive. Now we HAVE to go!" She said as she pulled him out the door behind her.
"I've got an idea. How about you come to the library with me? Tons of books to look at..." He said as he leaned against the bar of the Talon.
She rolled her eyes. "As much fun as that sounds, I have my own homework to do."
"But you see, that's why it's perfect. A very QUIET library for doing homework."
She shook her head, "Not happening."
"Lana, I need to go to work on my history paper. With everything that has happened..." He trailed of looking at her determined.
She looked back at him just as seriously but with a smile, "Jason, don't be ridiculous. I'll be fine for a few hours."
He looked at the almost empty coffee house. Only Martha was there cleaning up, and she would be done any moment. He turned back to Lana, "You do realize that you were attacked in your own apartment behind a locked door." He hated to remind her of it, but he wanted it to sink in. "You want me to just leave you alone and spend an evening digging through the university's microfiche? No."
She shook her head, "Well, I am not going to let you flunk history."
The door to the shop opened, and Clark walked in. His eyes traveled over to the couple at the bar. He tried not to see their affectionate banter, and turned to his mother, "Mom, ready to go?"
Martha turned from Clark and looked back to Jason. "Why don't Clark and I stay with Lana?"
Lana and Clark exchanged an awkward look. Jason hesitated and looked from Lana back to the other man. He didn't like the offer, not one bit. But Lana answered for him, "I think that that is a great idea." She playfully shoved Jason his jacket. "Go. I'll be FINE."
He saw the determined look on her face, and knew he wouldn't win. "All right," he told her and grabbed hold of the jacket she has pinned to his chest. He turned to Clark and adds, "I won't be long." He then headed out the back door to the alley.
He walked down the back alley, and pulled his keys out of his pocket in the process. He pressed the button on the key ring. A beep from the car singled that it had been disarmed. He quickly got inside and closed the door. His eyes quickly glanced at the mirror and nto the backseat. Then he turned and put his keys into the ignition. Looking back up he noticed that the rearview mirror was crooked. Slightly confused, and shaking off the slight concern he straightened the mirror. As he started to turn the key a scarf was thrown over his head and wraps around his neck.
His hand immediately went up trying to stop the thing from choking him. He tried to gasp for air, as the scarf is pulled tighter and tighter around his neck. He then frantically started to pound on the horn of his car with his other hand.
His fist kept honking the horn even has his brain was starting to get cloudy from lack of oxygen, but the next thing he knew the glass was breaking on his passenger side window and the scarf immediately went limp. He took a big gasp of air, then looked around the car. It was empty as his eyes went back to the other window revealing Clark standing there.
Jason's hand went to his neck, rubbing the soreness, as his other pulled the fabric away from him. Running footsteps could be heard rushing down the alleyway. The two men turned to see Lana and Martha rushing to the car. "Clark?" Martha questioned as Lana ran to the other side of the car, quickly opening the door.
"Jason. Jason... what happened? Are you okay?" Her hands immediately went to the red marks on his neck as he slowly got out of the car.
"I'm fine," his voice cracked. She wrapped her arms around him and he looked over the car to Clark.
"Did you see anyone?" The other man shook his head. He took the green scarf and held it up, "Look familiar?" he asked accusingly.
Lana looked up at him, "We'll figure this out later. First I want a doctor to take a look at you."
"Lana..." he started to whine.
"Don't argue with me."
He sighed and nodded. Clark and Martha helped them quickly clear the glass from his broken window. Lana grabbed his keys and shoved him into the passenger seat as she drove his car to the hospital.
To Be Continued
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