-1Puzzle Pieces pt 2

Clark looked down at the band on his ring finger. Lana had knocked on his door and he had held her. He couldn't imagine the pain in her heart when he hadn't remembered her. To be married to someone and have them fall into a coma on the wedding day, then years later they wake up and don't remember you. The pain she must have felt. He ran his finger gently over the band and made up his mind on what to do. He quickly put his shoes back on and grabbed the keys to the truck.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the Talon. The place looked to be closing up as he pulled his truck up to park in front. He turned off the vehicle and pocketed the keys. He took a deep breath and stepped out. As he closed the door he heard someone call his name.

"Oliver? What are you doing in town?" He asked turning to see Oliver standing on the curb. He walked over and waited for his answer.

"I just got back from Metropolis. I promised the others I'd give you some space to recover. How are you doing?" Oliver asked.

"I'm doing better. In fact I want to know something," He said folding his arms across his chest.

"Ask me," Oliver said.

"Why would you take me out of Smallville when my answers were here? What business was so important that I couldn't have time to recover?" He asked.

"It wasn't my choice," Oliver defended.

"Wasn't it? It was your choice to keep me away from my home. It was your choice to keep me away from my wife," He said.

"You remember?" Oliver asked, his eyes wide. He could see shock and worry behind those irises. Oliver was hiding something.

"I remember that I have a wife. You kept Lana from me for months. I want to know why," He demanded.

"Lionel is pushing for this merger. All the benefits will greatly help this world. I even believe in it," Oliver said.

"So why didn't you just present that to me from the start? Why wait till the ball?" He asked. Nothing made sense with this.

"Because we didn't want to place a huge decision on you right away. We wanted to reintroduce you to business," Olive answered.

"You went about this the wrong way. I'm not focusing on work right now. The merger will have to wait," He said turning to go into the Talon.

"Clark wait. I'm really sorry. Lionel can be very persuasive," Oliver pleaded.

"I don't know what Lionel has up his sleeve but he's a Luthor and I don't trust him," He turned to go in but stopped. He turned back to Oliver, "If you ever come between me and my wife again, I will make your life a living hell."

Oliver nodded. He was sure he made his point. He turned back to the entrance and walked inside. He stopped inside the doorway and took a look around. This place was amazing. It was busy yet still felt homey. He noticed Lana working at the counter. She looked beautiful, even with an apron on. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a few loose strands hung in her face. She put her tray down on the counter and pulled a rag out to wipe down the area she was working at.

Seeing her as his wife. His breath caught in his throat. Not knowing he had still felt his love for her. His heart still recognized her, his soul still recognized her. His feet moved forward and he fought to control his breathing, his beating heart. Each step moved him closer and her back stayed turned to him.

Finally he stopped behind her. He reached out and touched her arm, urging her to turn around. She spun and looked up at him, surprised to see him. He didn't give her a chance to say anything as he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. One hand worked its way up to her neck and to her earlobe where he massaged it softly. She bent to mold her body to his and he held her tighter. Her hands snaked up his chest and rested on the back of his neck, playing with his

hairline.

His temples began to throb and he was short of breath but he didn't want to let her go. They finally pulled away for air, but still held on to each other. Things clicked. All things. He looked into her eyes and smiled. Her eyes were half way closed, her lips swollen. He brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

"I remember. Everything," He said resting his forehead against hers.