Drabble # 7: LOVE (Reckoning)

"I would be lucky to end up with someone as honorable as Clark someday."

-Lois to Lana


Clark continued to stand next to the grave of his father as everyone slowly took their leave. Lana came over and held his hand for barely a minute before leaving without saying a word. He looks up at his Mom for a second, but then looks away.

She comes over to him. "Clark, it's time to go."

"I'm not ready," he mutters out loud, but not to her.

She has tears in her eyes as she says, "I'll see you at home then," standing on her tip toes to give him a soft peck on the cheek.

"Okay," still staring straight ahead with a look of vacancy in his eyes.

She walks over to the limo and opens the door to the backseat. Once she's inside, the car pulls away from the curb and drives away.

He doesn't even hear the sound of footsteps in the snow. Only when he feels a warm hand wrap around his own does he turn his head and looks down to see the one person he didn't expect.

Lois.

He couldn't help but notice the pain etched on her face and instinctively feels the need to comfort her. He proceeds to wrap his arms around her and pulls her close as she rests her head on his chest. They stand there just holding each other while the snow drifts down around them.

After a while, she pulls away. "Smallville, are you ready to go?" she looks up at him with glistening eyes.

He nods his head. "Yes," he manages to say with a hint of emotion in his voice.

"Okay," she says softly as they step away from the gravesite.

They begin to walk down the long road that leads back to the farm. As they continue walking, his hand slowly reaches for hers. She looks up with a small smile and curls her fingers within his. They continue walking hand in hand.

Side by side in a comfortable silence.