ACT TWO: Loving you, and another mutant freak
Lights, Camera, Action!
***
As Lex and Chloe sang there hearts out, Clark and Lana had just arrived at the Sullivan house. They had gone back to the talon to get Clark's backpack, which he had forgotten. So now here the stood on the front steps, trying to say goodbye.
Slowly, Lana slipped her hands into his. Clark looked at her sadly. "Lana, I can't." He whispered.
"Yes you can, Clark." Lana said, a pleading look in her eyes. "I know you still want to be with me, why wont you be?"
"I don't want to hurt you." Clark closed his eyes a little.
"You wont." Lana promised. Suddenly, music began to play (wow, that's been happening a lot, hasn't it?). Lana began to sing.
"Loving you didn't always seem right,
But now I do it more then ever.
Loving you isn't just a game to me,
It's starting to feel like we are meant to be."
Clark turned away from her and looked out into the darkness. She slowly took a step closer to him.
"I'm not afraid of what we can have,
I believe you and I can last,
And all I really know is that loving you
Is the best feeling I have ever known."
Lana put her hand on Clark's shoulder, and he covered her hand with his. Tears where filling Lana's eyes. Clark turned to her, concern written all over his face. He started singing where she had left off.
"Sometimes love can seem so right,
But it comes out just so wrong.
I don't mind loving you,
I just don't want to end up hurting you."
Lana shook her head and ran a hand down his arm.
LANA: "I promise you, you won't hurt me,
I promise one day that we will be
Happily ever aftering together,
Just you and me, loving each other."
CLARK: "What if things don't end happy?
What if it all comes apart?
Loving you might seem right,
But what if we are both wrong?"
LANA: "There's a time to sit and watch the team,
And a time to jump in and swim.
Baby, please understand that we can swim,
All you have to do is take my hand."
Lana held out her hand to Clark who looked at it for a moment. A small smile graced his face as he slowly slipped his hand in hers. They started singing together.
"Loving you can only be right,
I love you forever starting tonight.
I won't let go of you,
I swear I will be true.
Because now I'm loving you.
Loving you is the best thing I have done.
Loving you, what more is there to be done?
I will never leave you,
And I will never hurt you,
Because I'm to happy loving you."
The music slowly faded away and it was just them together, alone in the darkness. Lana smiled up at Clark, who suddenly frowned. "Why where we just singing?"
Lana frowned, too, and looked around. "I have no idea."
***MEANWHILE***
Somewhere in the heart of the countryside, a house stood in the middle of a large wheat field. The house was small, even for the town. It was only one story with two small bedrooms about the size of a walk in closet, a living room, and a kitchen. In fact, if you didn't know better, you might just take it for a shed.
Tristan Miller, a 16 year old boy with strange powers, walked up the long, dirt drive, his CD player in his back pocket and the head phones on. He ran a hand threw his semi-long hair and smiled. Tonight was the first night he had used his powers on such a large group.
You might be wondering, 'Slayer Ryoko, what IS this boys power?' Well, first just let me do this! **Smacks the back of your head** Really, now, can't you figure that out? Really, have you been reading the story at all?! Well, if you still don't get it, and I am very sorry if you don't. Tristan has the power to make people sing as if they where in a musical. Seems somewhat strange? Well, in SmallVille, there is always a good explanation for when someone has powers like this: The meteor rocks.
"I'm home!" Tristan calls as he walks threw the front door. "Mom?"
"I'm in the kitchen, dear." Came his mother's voice. He found her sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
"Hey." Tris said, sitting down. "How was your day at the plant?"
"It was fine." She looked up at him over her paper and raised her eyebrow. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, just stirring up some fun with my friends." Tris said with a shrug. His mother's eyebrows rose a little higher.
"You haven't been using your powers, have you?"
"Of course not. ok, maybe a little."
"Tris, I told you that you shouldn't."
"Mom, don't worry, no one will care. It's not like they'll know it was me."
"Honey, I love you, but I do not want you to be labeled by that Sullivan reporter girl as a mutant or a freak. Please, for my sack, take your powers off whoever you put them on." Her eyes where pleading which made Tris' heart sink.
"Umm.. that could be a little hard." Tris said.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean I used it on five people tonight, who didn't even know I had done it. Although they will be getting the hint by now."
"Tristan, you didn't!"
"Don't worry mom, it'll where off. I told you, all they have to do is get all their feelings out. It wont take to long, I don't think."
His mom sighed and shook her head. "I sure hope they don't kind it's you."
"Don't worry, mom, they wont." He got up. "I'm going outside for a little bit."
"Dinner will be here in about twenty minutes, or our pizza is free." His mom called after him.
"Here's hoping." Tris said. Once outside, he let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky then back at the kitchen door. "Oh, mom." Music started to play, but of course, he was used to this by now, being his only walking musical.
"Dear mom, I'm so sorry,
You get so very worried about me.
You don't want me to be labeled as another mutant freak.
Mommy, I know you worry about me,
And yes, that does matter,
But mommy, if you only worried about yourself.
Seems like you could work a whole lot more,
So we could move to a nicer house.
Seems there is a lot in life you missed out on,
All because of me."
Tris walked over to an old swing set his mom had put in when he was three. He sat on the swing and looked at his small house.
"I'm not just another mutant to you, mommy.
I'm your baby boy, and I don't want you to be sad.
So why do you do so much for me anyway?
Can't you do something for you?
Oh, mommy, I love you,
But you need some you time.
I'm no mutant freak to you,
But I'm growing up and know for sure
You can be so much better if not for me."
He sighed and swung back and forth. He closed his eyes and the music stopped, just as he stopped swinging. 'Maybe I'll find a way to take the spell off.' Tris thought. 'If only for mom.'
A/N: Ok, so how was that? Worth adding onto?
NEXT TIME: Pete's turn, and some more Chlexyness.
Lights, Camera, Action!
***
As Lex and Chloe sang there hearts out, Clark and Lana had just arrived at the Sullivan house. They had gone back to the talon to get Clark's backpack, which he had forgotten. So now here the stood on the front steps, trying to say goodbye.
Slowly, Lana slipped her hands into his. Clark looked at her sadly. "Lana, I can't." He whispered.
"Yes you can, Clark." Lana said, a pleading look in her eyes. "I know you still want to be with me, why wont you be?"
"I don't want to hurt you." Clark closed his eyes a little.
"You wont." Lana promised. Suddenly, music began to play (wow, that's been happening a lot, hasn't it?). Lana began to sing.
"Loving you didn't always seem right,
But now I do it more then ever.
Loving you isn't just a game to me,
It's starting to feel like we are meant to be."
Clark turned away from her and looked out into the darkness. She slowly took a step closer to him.
"I'm not afraid of what we can have,
I believe you and I can last,
And all I really know is that loving you
Is the best feeling I have ever known."
Lana put her hand on Clark's shoulder, and he covered her hand with his. Tears where filling Lana's eyes. Clark turned to her, concern written all over his face. He started singing where she had left off.
"Sometimes love can seem so right,
But it comes out just so wrong.
I don't mind loving you,
I just don't want to end up hurting you."
Lana shook her head and ran a hand down his arm.
LANA: "I promise you, you won't hurt me,
I promise one day that we will be
Happily ever aftering together,
Just you and me, loving each other."
CLARK: "What if things don't end happy?
What if it all comes apart?
Loving you might seem right,
But what if we are both wrong?"
LANA: "There's a time to sit and watch the team,
And a time to jump in and swim.
Baby, please understand that we can swim,
All you have to do is take my hand."
Lana held out her hand to Clark who looked at it for a moment. A small smile graced his face as he slowly slipped his hand in hers. They started singing together.
"Loving you can only be right,
I love you forever starting tonight.
I won't let go of you,
I swear I will be true.
Because now I'm loving you.
Loving you is the best thing I have done.
Loving you, what more is there to be done?
I will never leave you,
And I will never hurt you,
Because I'm to happy loving you."
The music slowly faded away and it was just them together, alone in the darkness. Lana smiled up at Clark, who suddenly frowned. "Why where we just singing?"
Lana frowned, too, and looked around. "I have no idea."
***MEANWHILE***
Somewhere in the heart of the countryside, a house stood in the middle of a large wheat field. The house was small, even for the town. It was only one story with two small bedrooms about the size of a walk in closet, a living room, and a kitchen. In fact, if you didn't know better, you might just take it for a shed.
Tristan Miller, a 16 year old boy with strange powers, walked up the long, dirt drive, his CD player in his back pocket and the head phones on. He ran a hand threw his semi-long hair and smiled. Tonight was the first night he had used his powers on such a large group.
You might be wondering, 'Slayer Ryoko, what IS this boys power?' Well, first just let me do this! **Smacks the back of your head** Really, now, can't you figure that out? Really, have you been reading the story at all?! Well, if you still don't get it, and I am very sorry if you don't. Tristan has the power to make people sing as if they where in a musical. Seems somewhat strange? Well, in SmallVille, there is always a good explanation for when someone has powers like this: The meteor rocks.
"I'm home!" Tristan calls as he walks threw the front door. "Mom?"
"I'm in the kitchen, dear." Came his mother's voice. He found her sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
"Hey." Tris said, sitting down. "How was your day at the plant?"
"It was fine." She looked up at him over her paper and raised her eyebrow. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, just stirring up some fun with my friends." Tris said with a shrug. His mother's eyebrows rose a little higher.
"You haven't been using your powers, have you?"
"Of course not. ok, maybe a little."
"Tris, I told you that you shouldn't."
"Mom, don't worry, no one will care. It's not like they'll know it was me."
"Honey, I love you, but I do not want you to be labeled by that Sullivan reporter girl as a mutant or a freak. Please, for my sack, take your powers off whoever you put them on." Her eyes where pleading which made Tris' heart sink.
"Umm.. that could be a little hard." Tris said.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean I used it on five people tonight, who didn't even know I had done it. Although they will be getting the hint by now."
"Tristan, you didn't!"
"Don't worry mom, it'll where off. I told you, all they have to do is get all their feelings out. It wont take to long, I don't think."
His mom sighed and shook her head. "I sure hope they don't kind it's you."
"Don't worry, mom, they wont." He got up. "I'm going outside for a little bit."
"Dinner will be here in about twenty minutes, or our pizza is free." His mom called after him.
"Here's hoping." Tris said. Once outside, he let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky then back at the kitchen door. "Oh, mom." Music started to play, but of course, he was used to this by now, being his only walking musical.
"Dear mom, I'm so sorry,
You get so very worried about me.
You don't want me to be labeled as another mutant freak.
Mommy, I know you worry about me,
And yes, that does matter,
But mommy, if you only worried about yourself.
Seems like you could work a whole lot more,
So we could move to a nicer house.
Seems there is a lot in life you missed out on,
All because of me."
Tris walked over to an old swing set his mom had put in when he was three. He sat on the swing and looked at his small house.
"I'm not just another mutant to you, mommy.
I'm your baby boy, and I don't want you to be sad.
So why do you do so much for me anyway?
Can't you do something for you?
Oh, mommy, I love you,
But you need some you time.
I'm no mutant freak to you,
But I'm growing up and know for sure
You can be so much better if not for me."
He sighed and swung back and forth. He closed his eyes and the music stopped, just as he stopped swinging. 'Maybe I'll find a way to take the spell off.' Tris thought. 'If only for mom.'
A/N: Ok, so how was that? Worth adding onto?
NEXT TIME: Pete's turn, and some more Chlexyness.