*Abandon* by Electric Spyro
A.n. happy 2 see this? lol. i decided 2 not be too evil this time and update quick. i'm supa sorry, Blackened Tearstains. i didn't read my e-mail til 6:30. But aleast i updated quicker then i usually do!
oh and mothert, he still feels the effects because the kryptonite dust (may remember it from the eppy 'Fever') is still in his system. definitely not the best thing to inhale while ina blizzard let me tell ya (actually it's not the best thing 2 inhale ever) but that's why he's still weak.
thanx 2 all the reviewers that haven't reviewed before and the awesome reviewers that keep comin back 4 more. enjoy this chapter! kinda longer this time i think..
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Lana was stilling in front of Clark despritely covering his skin with the scarf. It didn't seem to be working. He still looked awful. This had to be the worse she'd seen him. The last time he was sick, he at least looked like he would get better.
'What if he never gets better?' Lana asked herself horrifyingly. 'Shut up, Lana. There's no way that would happen - was there?'
Clark's chest inhaled deeply as if he was desperately trying to breath the air.
"Clark?"
He gasped for air. Sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Clark!"
Just then there was a voice from outside of the cave.
"Lana?! Clark?!"
"We're in here!" Lana shouted back loudly."Hurry!"
There was a rustle of rocks. Lana remembered what Clark had said.
"Be careful of the rocks!"
It was a few minutes before a cautious Byron moved slowly through the hole in the rock and slipped inside the cave.
Lana immediately ran over and hugged him.
"Lana! Where's Clark?" Byron asked quickly.
She pulled out of his embrace and lead him over to where Clark was lieing down.
"He's over here. Something's wrong with him. He's really weak and he can barely breath. I didn't know what to do..." Lana realized her story sounded very pitiful to an outsider and tears started to form in her eyes.
"Pete! Chloe! I found them! We're coming out right now." Byron beckoned Lana over to him and they both got on either side of Clark and slowly stood him up.
Clark's breathing was now more like heavy gasping.
Byron looked around the cave memorably.
"I think this is Dead Knock Cave," he informed pointlessly.
"What's so special about that?" Lana asked a little harsher then she'd intended.
"I use to come and hide out here sometimes when I was younger. I think there's a backway out," Byron said as he started to walk back deeper into the cave.
Lana reluctantly followed.
"You think?"
"Yeah," he stated. "I think. It was a long time ago."
*~*~*
Pete and Chloe both stood impatiently outside the cave rubbing there arms and blowing on they're hands.
"What's Byron doing?!" Pete shouted frustratedly. The cold was obviously getting to him.
Chloe was barely paying attention to him. Byron had found them. Now a million questions buzzed around in her journalistic mind. Where they alive? Where they okay? How had they found this cave? How had they found each other?
"Chloe - look!"
Chloe stared at the place where Pete was pointing. Through the winter mist, she saw Byron and Lana walking awkwardly on each side of Clark who looked almost - dead.
*~*~*
The clock in the Kent's house ticked hypnotically. Lex stared deeply into the bright flames in the fireplace. A patch-work quilt was draped around him and a cup of Martha Kent's best hot chocolate (in his opinion) was warming his hands as a few tongues of hot steam issued from it.
His leg lay limply on the coffee table in front of him with a bag of ice on top of it. Sarah's father was a doctor and she informed Lex in was not broken - just sprained badly.
He didn't mind if it was sprained or not at the moment. He knew he had failed. He failed to find his friends and potentially injured Jonathan in the process. He glanced over at his friend's father who was seating in a chair opposite Lex. He too was engrossed in the flickering fire.
"I'm sorry about everything. I'll feeling like a jack- "
"It wasn't your fault, Lex," Jonathan spoke up.
Lex blinked unexpectedly.
"Are you taking my side?"
"I'm saying that I was thinking just as much as you. I guess it shows how much we both care about the people around us."
Lex still remained silent. It was like he and Jonathan were one - for the first time in they're lives.
"You're a good friend to Clark, Lex," Jonathan admited looking up and him.
Lex smiled modestly.
"Thanks, Mr. Kent. That means a lot coming from you."
Jonathan smiled also.
BANG-BANG BANG-BANG BANG!
Someone was knocking hastily on the from door. Jonathan stood automatically as Martha and Sarah rushed in from the kitchen.
"I'll get it," Jonathan stated walking slowly to the door. He didn't want to take his chances and have Martha open it to see some DMX gangkster looking for revenge.
He opened it eagerly and Chloe, Pete, Byron, Lana, and Clark along with mounds of newfallen snow raced inside.
"Clark! Lana!" Sarah shrieked happily. But her happy tone soon faded when she noticed Clark's sick body which Byron and Lana were now laying on the couch.
Lana listened carefully.
"His breathing is better...probably because he's away from whatever was in that cave," she concluded.
Pete, Jonathan, and Martha exchanged looks. All of them knew what it was - meteor rocks.
*~*~*
uh oh. could this be yet another cLiFfY?!?!?!?!?! lol. not only am i review obsessed, i'm cliffy obsessed too. hehe...
A.n. happy 2 see this? lol. i decided 2 not be too evil this time and update quick. i'm supa sorry, Blackened Tearstains. i didn't read my e-mail til 6:30. But aleast i updated quicker then i usually do!
oh and mothert, he still feels the effects because the kryptonite dust (may remember it from the eppy 'Fever') is still in his system. definitely not the best thing to inhale while ina blizzard let me tell ya (actually it's not the best thing 2 inhale ever) but that's why he's still weak.
thanx 2 all the reviewers that haven't reviewed before and the awesome reviewers that keep comin back 4 more. enjoy this chapter! kinda longer this time i think..
*~*~*
Lana was stilling in front of Clark despritely covering his skin with the scarf. It didn't seem to be working. He still looked awful. This had to be the worse she'd seen him. The last time he was sick, he at least looked like he would get better.
'What if he never gets better?' Lana asked herself horrifyingly. 'Shut up, Lana. There's no way that would happen - was there?'
Clark's chest inhaled deeply as if he was desperately trying to breath the air.
"Clark?"
He gasped for air. Sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Clark!"
Just then there was a voice from outside of the cave.
"Lana?! Clark?!"
"We're in here!" Lana shouted back loudly."Hurry!"
There was a rustle of rocks. Lana remembered what Clark had said.
"Be careful of the rocks!"
It was a few minutes before a cautious Byron moved slowly through the hole in the rock and slipped inside the cave.
Lana immediately ran over and hugged him.
"Lana! Where's Clark?" Byron asked quickly.
She pulled out of his embrace and lead him over to where Clark was lieing down.
"He's over here. Something's wrong with him. He's really weak and he can barely breath. I didn't know what to do..." Lana realized her story sounded very pitiful to an outsider and tears started to form in her eyes.
"Pete! Chloe! I found them! We're coming out right now." Byron beckoned Lana over to him and they both got on either side of Clark and slowly stood him up.
Clark's breathing was now more like heavy gasping.
Byron looked around the cave memorably.
"I think this is Dead Knock Cave," he informed pointlessly.
"What's so special about that?" Lana asked a little harsher then she'd intended.
"I use to come and hide out here sometimes when I was younger. I think there's a backway out," Byron said as he started to walk back deeper into the cave.
Lana reluctantly followed.
"You think?"
"Yeah," he stated. "I think. It was a long time ago."
*~*~*
Pete and Chloe both stood impatiently outside the cave rubbing there arms and blowing on they're hands.
"What's Byron doing?!" Pete shouted frustratedly. The cold was obviously getting to him.
Chloe was barely paying attention to him. Byron had found them. Now a million questions buzzed around in her journalistic mind. Where they alive? Where they okay? How had they found this cave? How had they found each other?
"Chloe - look!"
Chloe stared at the place where Pete was pointing. Through the winter mist, she saw Byron and Lana walking awkwardly on each side of Clark who looked almost - dead.
*~*~*
The clock in the Kent's house ticked hypnotically. Lex stared deeply into the bright flames in the fireplace. A patch-work quilt was draped around him and a cup of Martha Kent's best hot chocolate (in his opinion) was warming his hands as a few tongues of hot steam issued from it.
His leg lay limply on the coffee table in front of him with a bag of ice on top of it. Sarah's father was a doctor and she informed Lex in was not broken - just sprained badly.
He didn't mind if it was sprained or not at the moment. He knew he had failed. He failed to find his friends and potentially injured Jonathan in the process. He glanced over at his friend's father who was seating in a chair opposite Lex. He too was engrossed in the flickering fire.
"I'm sorry about everything. I'll feeling like a jack- "
"It wasn't your fault, Lex," Jonathan spoke up.
Lex blinked unexpectedly.
"Are you taking my side?"
"I'm saying that I was thinking just as much as you. I guess it shows how much we both care about the people around us."
Lex still remained silent. It was like he and Jonathan were one - for the first time in they're lives.
"You're a good friend to Clark, Lex," Jonathan admited looking up and him.
Lex smiled modestly.
"Thanks, Mr. Kent. That means a lot coming from you."
Jonathan smiled also.
BANG-BANG BANG-BANG BANG!
Someone was knocking hastily on the from door. Jonathan stood automatically as Martha and Sarah rushed in from the kitchen.
"I'll get it," Jonathan stated walking slowly to the door. He didn't want to take his chances and have Martha open it to see some DMX gangkster looking for revenge.
He opened it eagerly and Chloe, Pete, Byron, Lana, and Clark along with mounds of newfallen snow raced inside.
"Clark! Lana!" Sarah shrieked happily. But her happy tone soon faded when she noticed Clark's sick body which Byron and Lana were now laying on the couch.
Lana listened carefully.
"His breathing is better...probably because he's away from whatever was in that cave," she concluded.
Pete, Jonathan, and Martha exchanged looks. All of them knew what it was - meteor rocks.
*~*~*
uh oh. could this be yet another cLiFfY?!?!?!?!?! lol. not only am i review obsessed, i'm cliffy obsessed too. hehe...