*Abandon* by Electric Spyro
A.n. enjoy the next part! in this chap u will find out how Byron can stand sunlight without lookin like a caged animal (if u remember from eppy 'Nocturne')
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"What're we gonna do? We can't go back out in that storm to Lex's mansion with Clark like this," Byron announced.
"We'll just have to stay here," Lex stated glancing at Martha and Jonathan. "That is, if you'll take us."
"Sure, of course. But all of us might have to sleep in the livingroom. It's the only room with a fireplace," Jonathan informed kindly.
"Why don't Chloe, Sarah, and Lana get some blankets from the basement and Lex and Byron can get some candles and matches. I think they're in the kitchen cabniet," Martha said predominantly.
After they all left to do their share, Martha looked back at her sick son.
"What do we do with Clark?" she asked desperately.
"What if that meteor dust got back inside him while he was in the cave?" Pete asked horrifyingly.
There was a pause.
"Let's just concentrate on how to get him back again," Jonathan suggested.
"How are we suppose to carry the ship into your livingroom?" Pete wondered making sure that no one else heard him.
"We'll have to wait till the storm dies down and everyone else leaves," Jonathan admitted truthfully.
"What if Clark can't wait that long?" Martha blurted out worriedly.
"It's either that or expose his secret," Jonathan stated realisticly.
"If he gets any worse over the night, we're bringing that ship up here. I don't care who sees," Martha promised staring at Clark.
His breathing was better and he wasn't sweating so much. His facial expression was more calm and relaxed.
"Here are the blankets, Mrs. Kent," Chloe said as Martha whirled around to face her.
"Oh, thank you," she answered smiling.
Byron and Lex soon came back with the candles and placed them around the room. Their little flames danced and jumped brightly.
The blankets were sprawled out around the floor of the room. Jonathan also brought in some sleeping bags and pillows and placed them around too.
"This is actually kind of cozy," Chloe stated curling up my the fire. "Anybody got any marshmellows?"
They all smiled a little at the short joke, but Lana was no where near even a polite grin. She sat on the ground in front of Clark's face and put her hand over his.
"It'll be okay, Clark," she whispered to him gently. "Everything will be okay."
Jonathan and Martha also stared at Clark. They tried to remain calm for the other kids' sake but they knew that if Clark got much worse, he would either be force to reveal his secret or die.
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The night got darker and colder with each passing hour. Everyone had found a comfortable spot on the carpet to sleep and Lana's was just next to the couch Clark was laying on silently.
The fire cracked and burned from behind her. It's relfection played happily on Clark's smooth face. Lana kept her hand out stretched and holding Clark's.
Chloe had been right - it was very cozy in the livingroom with so many close friends around her. She felt protected and safe. It was a great relief to feel this way after what she'd been through with Clark. All she wanted now was for him to wake up.
Lana noticed the storm outside was also dieing down. She sighed and decided that sleep sounded much better then staying up all night worrying.
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"Hey, wow the powers back on."
Lana woke up but didn't make the effort to sit up or even open her eyes. The voice that had awoken her had been Chloe's. She heard a rustling of the silky sleeping bag Chloe had occupied and then felt the hard floor boards creak as she crossed the room obviously heading towards the kitchen.
Lana continued to listen and when she didn't hear anything or anyone else, she cautiously opened her eyes and looked up at the couch.
Clark was still lieing there. But instead of looking disturbed and sick, it looked calm and shy like the Clark Kent Lana knew and loved. She hoped it was a sign he was getting better.
Lana then glanced around and noticed the lights were all on and the fire in the fireplace now looked cold and dark. The bright sunshine from outside was ten times more effective do to the monsterous amounts of snow that had fallen onto the ground the past night.
"Lana, it's about time you woke up."
Lana whirled her head around to see Byron standing before here sipping what she guessed was coffee.
"Hey, Byron. What time is it?"
"Ten fifty."
"Really? I better get up then." Lana slowly got to her feet and let out a huge yawn.
"Do you know if Clark's awake?" Byron asked curiously.
Lana looked back at Clark who was still lieing motionless on the Kent's couch.
"I don't think so. He seems a bit more comfortable. I guess getting out of that cave helped him alot," she turned back to Byron."Thank you by the way."
"Oh come on, like I'd really leave you and Clark out there alone. I was doing the friendly thing."
Lana smiled slightly.
Byron grinned back and then looked out the beautifully white wonderland outside.
"You know, about two years ago I wouldn't even be able to see that."
"I know. I'm glad that treatment helped. You deserve to see it." Lana agreed joining him in staring out the window.
"So uh Pete and the others were thinkin' of having another snowball fight when Clark's, you know, back to normal. Think you'd wanna join in?" Byron explained eagerly.
Lana sighed at the thought of Clark.
"If Clark's in, I'm in."
Byron frowned as he noticed Lana's disappointed expression.
"You're one hell of a snowball maker you know. I swear that one time you nailed me square on the back I thought my spine snapped."
Lana laughed a little and Byron smiled at her laughter.
'Lana's laugh. That's all I wanted to hear.'
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to."
"Nah, it's okay," Byron confirmed nicely."So do you want any breakfast? I'm sure there's some left even though Pete ate about half the box of mini donuts."
"I think I could go for some coffee. I'm not that hungry."
Byron nodded and lead Lana into the kitchen where the others were gathered.
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no cliffy ending this time. lol. it actually kinda hadda sucky ending but review and i'll put up the next part asap! :o)
A.n. enjoy the next part! in this chap u will find out how Byron can stand sunlight without lookin like a caged animal (if u remember from eppy 'Nocturne')
*~*~*
"What're we gonna do? We can't go back out in that storm to Lex's mansion with Clark like this," Byron announced.
"We'll just have to stay here," Lex stated glancing at Martha and Jonathan. "That is, if you'll take us."
"Sure, of course. But all of us might have to sleep in the livingroom. It's the only room with a fireplace," Jonathan informed kindly.
"Why don't Chloe, Sarah, and Lana get some blankets from the basement and Lex and Byron can get some candles and matches. I think they're in the kitchen cabniet," Martha said predominantly.
After they all left to do their share, Martha looked back at her sick son.
"What do we do with Clark?" she asked desperately.
"What if that meteor dust got back inside him while he was in the cave?" Pete asked horrifyingly.
There was a pause.
"Let's just concentrate on how to get him back again," Jonathan suggested.
"How are we suppose to carry the ship into your livingroom?" Pete wondered making sure that no one else heard him.
"We'll have to wait till the storm dies down and everyone else leaves," Jonathan admitted truthfully.
"What if Clark can't wait that long?" Martha blurted out worriedly.
"It's either that or expose his secret," Jonathan stated realisticly.
"If he gets any worse over the night, we're bringing that ship up here. I don't care who sees," Martha promised staring at Clark.
His breathing was better and he wasn't sweating so much. His facial expression was more calm and relaxed.
"Here are the blankets, Mrs. Kent," Chloe said as Martha whirled around to face her.
"Oh, thank you," she answered smiling.
Byron and Lex soon came back with the candles and placed them around the room. Their little flames danced and jumped brightly.
The blankets were sprawled out around the floor of the room. Jonathan also brought in some sleeping bags and pillows and placed them around too.
"This is actually kind of cozy," Chloe stated curling up my the fire. "Anybody got any marshmellows?"
They all smiled a little at the short joke, but Lana was no where near even a polite grin. She sat on the ground in front of Clark's face and put her hand over his.
"It'll be okay, Clark," she whispered to him gently. "Everything will be okay."
Jonathan and Martha also stared at Clark. They tried to remain calm for the other kids' sake but they knew that if Clark got much worse, he would either be force to reveal his secret or die.
*~*~*
The night got darker and colder with each passing hour. Everyone had found a comfortable spot on the carpet to sleep and Lana's was just next to the couch Clark was laying on silently.
The fire cracked and burned from behind her. It's relfection played happily on Clark's smooth face. Lana kept her hand out stretched and holding Clark's.
Chloe had been right - it was very cozy in the livingroom with so many close friends around her. She felt protected and safe. It was a great relief to feel this way after what she'd been through with Clark. All she wanted now was for him to wake up.
Lana noticed the storm outside was also dieing down. She sighed and decided that sleep sounded much better then staying up all night worrying.
*~*~*
"Hey, wow the powers back on."
Lana woke up but didn't make the effort to sit up or even open her eyes. The voice that had awoken her had been Chloe's. She heard a rustling of the silky sleeping bag Chloe had occupied and then felt the hard floor boards creak as she crossed the room obviously heading towards the kitchen.
Lana continued to listen and when she didn't hear anything or anyone else, she cautiously opened her eyes and looked up at the couch.
Clark was still lieing there. But instead of looking disturbed and sick, it looked calm and shy like the Clark Kent Lana knew and loved. She hoped it was a sign he was getting better.
Lana then glanced around and noticed the lights were all on and the fire in the fireplace now looked cold and dark. The bright sunshine from outside was ten times more effective do to the monsterous amounts of snow that had fallen onto the ground the past night.
"Lana, it's about time you woke up."
Lana whirled her head around to see Byron standing before here sipping what she guessed was coffee.
"Hey, Byron. What time is it?"
"Ten fifty."
"Really? I better get up then." Lana slowly got to her feet and let out a huge yawn.
"Do you know if Clark's awake?" Byron asked curiously.
Lana looked back at Clark who was still lieing motionless on the Kent's couch.
"I don't think so. He seems a bit more comfortable. I guess getting out of that cave helped him alot," she turned back to Byron."Thank you by the way."
"Oh come on, like I'd really leave you and Clark out there alone. I was doing the friendly thing."
Lana smiled slightly.
Byron grinned back and then looked out the beautifully white wonderland outside.
"You know, about two years ago I wouldn't even be able to see that."
"I know. I'm glad that treatment helped. You deserve to see it." Lana agreed joining him in staring out the window.
"So uh Pete and the others were thinkin' of having another snowball fight when Clark's, you know, back to normal. Think you'd wanna join in?" Byron explained eagerly.
Lana sighed at the thought of Clark.
"If Clark's in, I'm in."
Byron frowned as he noticed Lana's disappointed expression.
"You're one hell of a snowball maker you know. I swear that one time you nailed me square on the back I thought my spine snapped."
Lana laughed a little and Byron smiled at her laughter.
'Lana's laugh. That's all I wanted to hear.'
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to."
"Nah, it's okay," Byron confirmed nicely."So do you want any breakfast? I'm sure there's some left even though Pete ate about half the box of mini donuts."
"I think I could go for some coffee. I'm not that hungry."
Byron nodded and lead Lana into the kitchen where the others were gathered.
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no cliffy ending this time. lol. it actually kinda hadda sucky ending but review and i'll put up the next part asap! :o)