Part 5
Clark sighed tiredly as he ascended the stairs into his loft.
It was late Sunday afternoon, and his mother had finally woken up earlier that morning. He'd stayed at the hospital most of the day, but she'd finally encysted that he go home and get some sleep.
Clark had finally agreed to go home, but only because he'd promised to meet with Lana that evening to explain everything.
He went and looked out at the setting sun, fascinated by it. He almost didn't hear the footsteps and if Lana hadn't said something he probably wouldn't have noticed her right away.
"Hi," she said, coming to stand beside him.
"Hey," he replied, giving her a smile.
They watched the sun finish setting, before walking over and sitting on the couch.
"So, what do you want to know about?" Clark asked her.
"What really happened the day of the twisters?" Lana inquired, eyes bright with curiosity.
"I somehow saved you," Clark told her. "I-I'm still not quite sure how, but I got into your truck and protected you."
After that, everything came out. He explained about his powers, all the times he had saved people's lives, and the effects certain meteor rocks had on him.
"That's why you always stayed kind of far away from me last year," Lana said. "I'm sorry Clark, if I had known…"
"It's okay," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, now."
After he'd finished explaining everything, Clark looked shyly at Lana.
"You-you still don't think of me any differently?"
Lana smiled. "Of course I think of you differently," she told him, but catching the look on his face, added quickly, "but that doesn't change how I feel about you."
"I've had feelings for you for a long time," Clark told her softly. "I'd like it if we were more than just good friends."
Lana smiled, and reached out, cupping Clark's face in her hands. "I'd like that, too," she told him softly, moving closer towards him. "I'd like that a lot."
Their lips touched softly, and after a moment, the once sweet kiss had become intensely passionate.
They broke the kiss some time later, and Clark laid down, with Lana on top of him. He held her close and studied her beautiful features.
Lana watched him too, and they lay their holding each other for a long time, until Clark fell asleep, too blissfully happy to move.
Lana watched Clark sleep for a while, unsure if any movement would wake him or not. After a while, she lightly ran her fingers lightly along Clark's cheek, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. She trailed kisses over his cheeks and lips, her feather light touch not seeming to disturb Clark in the slightest.
He moved closer to her, and Lana's Smile widened.
"Sweet dreams, Clark," she whispered, kissing his forehead.
She lay there for a while, simply watching his chest rise and fall. Slowly, her own eyes began to droop. She soon fell asleep, still in Clark's arms.
Lana awoke sometime later, feeling Clark moving slightly against her. She looked over at him and saw that his expression looked troubled.
She held him tighter, running her hands through his dark hair, and up and down his back, trying to calm him down with out actually waking him.
Abruptly Clark's eyes fluttered open, and he stared at Lana in bewilderment.
"Lana?" He asked sleepily, sounding fearful and hopeful all at once.
"Shh," she murmured, putting a finger to his lips. "I'm here. Go back to sleep, Clark."
He pulled her closer and changed positions slightly, before falling asleep again almost instantly.
This time Lana stayed awake. She wasn't sure, but Clark had seemed to be having a nightmare of some sort.
Clark had been through a lot, she knew, but she hadn't expected it to cause nightmares. She watched him carefully, but he seemed perfectly peaceful now.
About an hour later, Lana knew she would have to leave soon.
"I have to go now," she told him, and gently, she pulled herself from Clark's arms, kissed him quickly, and left, looking back once.
---
He was sitting under a tree with Lana, near a small stream. She was making a daisy chain and he was reading, just enjoying the feel of the warm sun on his back, and Lana's company.
Suddenly, the scene changed.
"I have to go now," Lana told him, and was pulled away by an unseen force.
"NO! LANA!" Clark was on his feet instantly, but all that he saw was the stream flowing calmly, and all that he heard was the fading of what sounded like a large quantity of wind, mixed in with the faintest of screams.
And then it appeared, as though out of know where, a huge tornado cloud, pulling all kinds of debris with it.
Including a raven-haired princess.
"CLAAARK! Help! Aaahhh!"
Pure terror was clear in her voice, and Clark super speeded over to the tornado at once.
The wind whipped around him, and he rose off the ground, along with a small tree some 50 feet away.
Clark was paralyzed to move, and he could just make out Lana, a few feet bellow him, just as helpless as him.
Then as quickly as the storm had come it was gone, and before Clark quite knew what was happening, Lana had fallen to the ground, where he heard the dull thud as her head connected with a large rock.
He knew before he reached her:
She was dead.
---
"Nnnnnooooo!"
He was on his feet more or less screaming at the top of his lungs before he was even fully awake.
He looked around wildly, but Lana was nowhere in sight.
"She probably just went home," he murmured to himself, sinking weakly back onto he couch.
After a few minutes, he got up shakily, and climbed down from the loft and into the house.
His father still wasn't home, and Clark knew he wouldn't return until his mother did.
Sighing, he walked into the kitchen. The clock on the wall read 9:45, and he'd picked up the phone before he could stop himself.
He'd dialed the Sullivan's number and heard the phone ringing before he realized quite what he was doing, and just as he was about to hang up, a familiar voice picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Chloe."
"Clark! How's your mom?"
Clark was relieved that it had been Chloe who'd answered. If it'd been Lana, he had no idea what he would have said. But as far as Chloe knew, the only problem in Clark's life was his hospitalized mother, and that was what Clark needed right now, a nice, normal talk with one of his best friend.
Chloe was in the middle of saying something, when Clark's sharp hearing picked up the sound of a door opening, and Chloe saying, "oh, hi, Lana."
"Hi… who's on the phone?"
"Just Clark," Chloe responded, and continued talking to Clark himself.
He hung up with Chloe soon after, and went up to his room feeling considerably better.
---
"So, where were you all evening?" Chloe inquired after hanging up with Clark.
Lana looked up from her bowl of Frosted Flakes serial, and grinned nervously. "At Clark's. I was actually surprised you were talking to him, he was asleep when I left."
Chloe shrugged and grabbed a soda from the fridge.
"Chloe," Lana began hesitantly, and Chloe turned back to face her.
"Yeah?"
"There's something you should know. Clark and I… well… we're kind of…"
"A couple?"
Lana nodded, staring opened mouthed as Chloe came to join her at the table.
"I realized last night that Clark and I will never happen," she said sadly. "And as much as that hurts, I'm just glad Clark will be happy. And you, too," she added, giving Lana a weak, but genuine smile.
"Thank you so much, Chloe," Lana told her, rising and pulling Chloe into a hug.
"So," Chloe said, drawing back, "he a good kisser?"
Author's notes:
I know, I know, nothing special happened in this part, but I promise, the next one will be better. I also know that this one was veeery short compared to the ones I've been putting out lately, but I wanted to get it out before I leave for my one week vacation, so that's why.
I'll update with a really long part by next Saturday at the latest, okay? Beams I can almost hear you saying 'Saturday'? And I'm thrilled that you like my story so much.
Before I go, I just wanted to thank you all for being so nice about my being blind and all. It really means a lot to me.
Oh, and if I make any major mistakes, or small ones for that matter, please tell me! I'm beta-less if you didn't notice.
Thanks again, and I'm sorry for the long wait! But my parents are forcing me to go to Hawaii with them and the rest of my brothers and sisters… I know, sounds like torture!
Lala
Clark sighed tiredly as he ascended the stairs into his loft.
It was late Sunday afternoon, and his mother had finally woken up earlier that morning. He'd stayed at the hospital most of the day, but she'd finally encysted that he go home and get some sleep.
Clark had finally agreed to go home, but only because he'd promised to meet with Lana that evening to explain everything.
He went and looked out at the setting sun, fascinated by it. He almost didn't hear the footsteps and if Lana hadn't said something he probably wouldn't have noticed her right away.
"Hi," she said, coming to stand beside him.
"Hey," he replied, giving her a smile.
They watched the sun finish setting, before walking over and sitting on the couch.
"So, what do you want to know about?" Clark asked her.
"What really happened the day of the twisters?" Lana inquired, eyes bright with curiosity.
"I somehow saved you," Clark told her. "I-I'm still not quite sure how, but I got into your truck and protected you."
After that, everything came out. He explained about his powers, all the times he had saved people's lives, and the effects certain meteor rocks had on him.
"That's why you always stayed kind of far away from me last year," Lana said. "I'm sorry Clark, if I had known…"
"It's okay," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, now."
After he'd finished explaining everything, Clark looked shyly at Lana.
"You-you still don't think of me any differently?"
Lana smiled. "Of course I think of you differently," she told him, but catching the look on his face, added quickly, "but that doesn't change how I feel about you."
"I've had feelings for you for a long time," Clark told her softly. "I'd like it if we were more than just good friends."
Lana smiled, and reached out, cupping Clark's face in her hands. "I'd like that, too," she told him softly, moving closer towards him. "I'd like that a lot."
Their lips touched softly, and after a moment, the once sweet kiss had become intensely passionate.
They broke the kiss some time later, and Clark laid down, with Lana on top of him. He held her close and studied her beautiful features.
Lana watched him too, and they lay their holding each other for a long time, until Clark fell asleep, too blissfully happy to move.
Lana watched Clark sleep for a while, unsure if any movement would wake him or not. After a while, she lightly ran her fingers lightly along Clark's cheek, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. She trailed kisses over his cheeks and lips, her feather light touch not seeming to disturb Clark in the slightest.
He moved closer to her, and Lana's Smile widened.
"Sweet dreams, Clark," she whispered, kissing his forehead.
She lay there for a while, simply watching his chest rise and fall. Slowly, her own eyes began to droop. She soon fell asleep, still in Clark's arms.
Lana awoke sometime later, feeling Clark moving slightly against her. She looked over at him and saw that his expression looked troubled.
She held him tighter, running her hands through his dark hair, and up and down his back, trying to calm him down with out actually waking him.
Abruptly Clark's eyes fluttered open, and he stared at Lana in bewilderment.
"Lana?" He asked sleepily, sounding fearful and hopeful all at once.
"Shh," she murmured, putting a finger to his lips. "I'm here. Go back to sleep, Clark."
He pulled her closer and changed positions slightly, before falling asleep again almost instantly.
This time Lana stayed awake. She wasn't sure, but Clark had seemed to be having a nightmare of some sort.
Clark had been through a lot, she knew, but she hadn't expected it to cause nightmares. She watched him carefully, but he seemed perfectly peaceful now.
About an hour later, Lana knew she would have to leave soon.
"I have to go now," she told him, and gently, she pulled herself from Clark's arms, kissed him quickly, and left, looking back once.
---
He was sitting under a tree with Lana, near a small stream. She was making a daisy chain and he was reading, just enjoying the feel of the warm sun on his back, and Lana's company.
Suddenly, the scene changed.
"I have to go now," Lana told him, and was pulled away by an unseen force.
"NO! LANA!" Clark was on his feet instantly, but all that he saw was the stream flowing calmly, and all that he heard was the fading of what sounded like a large quantity of wind, mixed in with the faintest of screams.
And then it appeared, as though out of know where, a huge tornado cloud, pulling all kinds of debris with it.
Including a raven-haired princess.
"CLAAARK! Help! Aaahhh!"
Pure terror was clear in her voice, and Clark super speeded over to the tornado at once.
The wind whipped around him, and he rose off the ground, along with a small tree some 50 feet away.
Clark was paralyzed to move, and he could just make out Lana, a few feet bellow him, just as helpless as him.
Then as quickly as the storm had come it was gone, and before Clark quite knew what was happening, Lana had fallen to the ground, where he heard the dull thud as her head connected with a large rock.
He knew before he reached her:
She was dead.
---
"Nnnnnooooo!"
He was on his feet more or less screaming at the top of his lungs before he was even fully awake.
He looked around wildly, but Lana was nowhere in sight.
"She probably just went home," he murmured to himself, sinking weakly back onto he couch.
After a few minutes, he got up shakily, and climbed down from the loft and into the house.
His father still wasn't home, and Clark knew he wouldn't return until his mother did.
Sighing, he walked into the kitchen. The clock on the wall read 9:45, and he'd picked up the phone before he could stop himself.
He'd dialed the Sullivan's number and heard the phone ringing before he realized quite what he was doing, and just as he was about to hang up, a familiar voice picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Chloe."
"Clark! How's your mom?"
Clark was relieved that it had been Chloe who'd answered. If it'd been Lana, he had no idea what he would have said. But as far as Chloe knew, the only problem in Clark's life was his hospitalized mother, and that was what Clark needed right now, a nice, normal talk with one of his best friend.
Chloe was in the middle of saying something, when Clark's sharp hearing picked up the sound of a door opening, and Chloe saying, "oh, hi, Lana."
"Hi… who's on the phone?"
"Just Clark," Chloe responded, and continued talking to Clark himself.
He hung up with Chloe soon after, and went up to his room feeling considerably better.
---
"So, where were you all evening?" Chloe inquired after hanging up with Clark.
Lana looked up from her bowl of Frosted Flakes serial, and grinned nervously. "At Clark's. I was actually surprised you were talking to him, he was asleep when I left."
Chloe shrugged and grabbed a soda from the fridge.
"Chloe," Lana began hesitantly, and Chloe turned back to face her.
"Yeah?"
"There's something you should know. Clark and I… well… we're kind of…"
"A couple?"
Lana nodded, staring opened mouthed as Chloe came to join her at the table.
"I realized last night that Clark and I will never happen," she said sadly. "And as much as that hurts, I'm just glad Clark will be happy. And you, too," she added, giving Lana a weak, but genuine smile.
"Thank you so much, Chloe," Lana told her, rising and pulling Chloe into a hug.
"So," Chloe said, drawing back, "he a good kisser?"
Author's notes:
I know, I know, nothing special happened in this part, but I promise, the next one will be better. I also know that this one was veeery short compared to the ones I've been putting out lately, but I wanted to get it out before I leave for my one week vacation, so that's why.
I'll update with a really long part by next Saturday at the latest, okay? Beams I can almost hear you saying 'Saturday'? And I'm thrilled that you like my story so much.
Before I go, I just wanted to thank you all for being so nice about my being blind and all. It really means a lot to me.
Oh, and if I make any major mistakes, or small ones for that matter, please tell me! I'm beta-less if you didn't notice.
Thanks again, and I'm sorry for the long wait! But my parents are forcing me to go to Hawaii with them and the rest of my brothers and sisters… I know, sounds like torture!
Lala