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"I Got The Boy"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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It was a letter that would never be sent, it was not meant to be sent. Not all confessions could be made to a priest, after all. Some things were beyond the realm of religion, closer to that of science fiction. It was an ironic twist, a cruel twist, that they were actually fact instead of fiction. When she could have had him, she didn't want him and now that she wanted him she'd never be able to have him, even if she found a way to be free from her burden. Another woman had him now and considering the way that he never wavered like some people - herself came to mind - but went for what he wanted with all his heart, the image which she had seen meant that the other woman would always have him. It was ironic how an image that itself was so full of joy could bring her so much pain and heartache.

It was in the Metropolis Daily Planet accompanied by a complete article and under a bold headline which read 'LuthorCorp CEO Marries' along with a smaller headline informing inquiring minds who wanted to know that the newlyweds would be honeymooning in Jamaica for a month. If it weren't for the facts that LuthorCorp was quickly growing to rival Queen Industries and Wayne Enterprises - in fact, LuthorCorp owned the Daily Planet if she remembered correctly - and the groom was the Planet's top reporter, it would likely have been on Page Six or the Society section instead of the front page, even below the fold. The picture was so perfectly cliche that it almost made her sick because it made it so easy to see how it could have been her if she'd only made different decisions over the years. Hints of avarice screamed in her mind about how everything that she had been chasing, the chase that made her lose everything she once had, had ended up his simply by him being himself.

In the letter, she wrote of how he looked, grown up and in a black tux, so far from the plaid shirts and pickup truck that had once been so associated with him that it seemed almost like an image from another world. It was ironic, those plaid shirts and the 'all-American farmboy' and nice guy image where exactly the reasons she had ignored him thoughout high school in favor of the football team quarterback, the mysterious bad boy or the wealthy scion with secrets and now she'd trade anything just to be back then again when she didn't know anything about anything. But that was the past, just like her, and his future was next to him in the picture with a knowing smirk on her face and an air of belonging that was palpable just from the image; she didn't even want to know what it would have been like for the people that had been there.

In that first instant that she saw the picture, she had hated the other woman, his wife. There was a fleeting moment of triumph because, even if it was under the control of meteor rock-altered flowers, she had been his first kiss before the picture reminded her that the woman standing next to him had been his most important kiss, the one that followed 'You may kiss the bride'. It seemed like they had each gotten something that the other would never have. She finished off the letter with a remark that she had the boy, but it seemed like the other woman had the man and signed her name to the paper. Carefully, she folded it up and slid it into a waiting envelope.

Then she took a lighter and touched the flame to a corner of the envelope, watching as it started to burn away...

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Author's Note: Implied past one-sided Clark/Lana and present one-sided Lana/Clark with recipical present Clark/Tess, in case anyone's wondering.