Disclaimer: still dont own em...
Note: Sorry it took so long for me to finish!! I've had a lot going on between Christmas and hockey practice... hopefully this is a good ending.... please review!!
= CLARK THOUGHTS
The next day at school Lana tried her best to avoid Whitney but, as he always did, he eventually found her. He walked quickly towards her locker and pulled her aside into an empty science lab. He tried to look her in the eyes but she avoided his cruel gaze.
"I heard you went to see Clark, last night." he said with his hand grasping her arm. Lana said nothing, but only fiddled with a glass beaker on one of the shelves.
"And judging by your silence I assume that it was more than a little "just-popped-into-say-hi" kind of visit." he said quietly.
"Why do you do this, Whitney?" Lana asked with tear filled eyes.
"Because I love you, and what we have is right. All this is with Clark is a thing, that for the moment, you feel is something more than what we have. And if you let what we've built die, you'll regret it forever. What we have is real, Clark is merely a interest that will fade with time." he told her matter-of-factly. Lana pulled away to face him with a hurt and disgusted expression.
"Don't tell me how I feel. I have something with Clark that you can't possibly measure up to. He is twice the man you are, Whitney. " she said through gritted teeth. Whitney let go of her arm and stormed towards the door.
"Just remember Lana, when Clark is taken away by the FBI it will be your fault, and he'll never forgive you for it." Whitney yelled over his shoulder.
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Clark walked down the wet road towards the Luthor Mansion. It was an over cast day, the kind that make your clothes stick to your body. When he reached the gate he pressed the buzzer and waited for the little Scottish woman to ask, "Who goes there?". Finally, he heard a click and the familiar phase rang in his ears. He smiled at the predictability.
"This is Clark, I was wondering if I could speak with Mr. Luthor." he said into the little silver box.
"Ah, Mr. Kent. Good afternoon. Please come in." she responded and the huge gates swung open slowly.
"Mr. Luthor is in the Billiard Room, Mr. Kent." she said as she opened the door. Clark walked into the huge house.
"Ah, the man to which I owe my life. How may I help you?" asked Lex as he leaned on one of the pool quos.
"Actually I have a huge favor to ask, can you help me out?" asked Clark hopefully.
"I'll sure try." said Lex as he dumped the 8 ball in the corner pocket.
"Does Whitney's dad work at the plant?" Clark asked.
"Everyone works at the plant, Clark." Lex smiled
" I'm sick of waiting for Lana to come around. I thought I should take this into my own hands. Can you possibly transfer Whitney's dad to another plant?" he asked even though he knew it was partly a lie. Lex looked surprised at Clark but was also proud of him in a way for taking some initiative.
"Is Kuopio, Finland far enough?" he asked with as he poured himself a drink.
"Kuopio is great." Clark said completely relieved.
"I can't thank you enough for this, Lex" he told him sincerely.
"It's no problem, Clark. Just make sure to sweep Lana off her feet ok?"
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The next day at school Lana came running up to Clark with a enthused smile on her face.
"Clark! Whitney's father got transferred to Sweden or someplace! Can you believe it!? This is amazing!" she was so happy it looked as though she might pop any second.
"Really?!" Clark asked with fake enthusiasm. Lex is a fast worker he thought to himself.
"Everything is going to be perfect!" she said as she threw her arms around him.
Oh Lana, it already is
Note: Ha! done... kinda sad to see it end though... Im gonna write more stories though... eventually.
