Okay, this is my first ever Smallville story. Bear with me, it may be
pretty confusing at first, but it's just the way I reveal a lot of
information at once.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Smallville characters they belong to the WB and whoever else has a piece of them. However I did create a few characters and those are mine all mine I tell you! And there are possibly spoilers. I don't know when, but it can range from the pilot up until the most recent episode.
"Reflections"
~Part-III
Lana Lang sat in a cozy chair on her porch. Her legs were pulled up close to her as she leaned back slightly. She rested a book atop her knees and read quietly. Her eyes gazed from left to right reading the words eloquently typed inside. The book had been a birthday gift from her boyfriend, Whitney. And she was eager to finish it. It was a lovely day outside, with just a bit of a breeze. Great weather for reading as far as she was concerned. Another breeze wafted by and blew her hair in her face, distracting her from her book. She looked up, placing her hand squarely on the book to keep the page open. She squinted with amusement as she saw who was walking up her drive.
"Clark?"
Clark had been bored, not that he needed to be bored to visit Lana, but he could think of nothing better to do with his time. He smiled as she acknowledged him. He had to remind himself not to go at super speed and keep a steady pace. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself down. "Hi Lana," he said, trying to sound casual. He wasn't sure if he was successful.
Lana folded the top right of the page she was on and closed the book. Uncoiling herself she stretched out to place the book on a small table that sat near the chair. "So what brings you here, Clark?"
He didn't want to say that he was here to see her. He was worried she may confuse his comment to mean something that someone other than her "friend" would say. So instead he smiled and said, "I came here to see you." 'Damn,' he thought as he squinted hoping she didn't catch that. He wasn't very good at hiding his feelings, especially in front of Lana.
Luckily she didn't notice that anything was different. She responded, "oh? I must be one lucky girl. So how was your day?"
Caught off guard by Lana's 'lucky girl' comment he said, "Oh, umm. Nothing. I mean it was ok. How was yours?"
Lana raised her eyebrows and smiled at Clark. He was so cute when he tripped over his words like that. But she couldn't afford to think about him like that. She was in a relationship. And she was committed to that relationship. She liked Clark as a friend, actually a good friend. He had given her such a beautiful gift for her birthday, never mind that he left her during their 'non-date' never to return. He was a sweetie. And she could tell that he was sweet on her. Dangerous ground as far as she was concerned, however.
"Oh, it's going well. I was just reading more of the book that Whitney gave me." She noted the look that Clark gave her at the mention of her boyfriend's name. It hurt her to have to do this to Clark. But she couldn't have him getting ideas. "He's out of town with his uncle for the weekend, experiencing some good old fashioned male bonding." She saw the hope in Clark's eyes. She added, "but he should be back tomorrow night." She didn't know why she said that. She tried to change the subject. "So, what are your parents up to?"
"Oh, they went driving to see a museum. Mom saw this ad in the paper for it and she wanted to go check it out. She dragged my dad, but I was able to get out of it."
Lana laughed. She didn't understand Clark and his father's fear of visiting a museum. It was a perfectly good trip as far as she was concerned. Martha had the right idea. "You didn't want to go? Why not? Sounds nice."
"Ah, I just didn't feel like going. I figured I'd rather take a walk."
"Yeah, it is a nice day."
"Would you. like to walk with me?"
"Where?"
"Doesn't matter."
She smiled. The truth is she would love to take a walk with Clark. He was the only person who really understood her. Clark was the refreshing brook in the middle of the wilderness. She then replied, "I'd love to." She watched as Clark's demeanor changed to one of surprise and then to one of practiced control. He turned slowly implying that she should follow. "Wait, Clark, I have to tell Nell where I will be. I'll be right back." Lana grabbed her book off of the table and went into the house.
Clark stood on her porch staring at the screen door that just closed shut. Smiling, he said, "Well that wasn't so bad." The door opened again and Clark moved to the left to allow Lana to step to his right. After closing the door Lana walked up to Clark and the two made their way down the drive.
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Lex Luthor sat in one of his plush black chairs in front of his laptop at his desk. He wore pressed black dress pants and a crisp white shirt with black polished shoes. He clicked away at his keyboard aimlessly searching the net. Suddenly, he abruptly stopped and pushed himself away from the desk. 'Enough of this,' he thought. In essence, Lex was bored. He didn't like being bored. He had too much wealth and power to be bored. He had more "stuff" than anyone in the whole town of Smallville. He was lacking in only one particular category. Friends. Lex didn't have any friends. Of course he had business associates and acquaintances that occasionally graced his grounds. But Lex didn't really have any friends that he could trust. Everyone he met wanted something from him. He learned at an early age that he was going to be used for his money and influence. So he decided to take on a lifestyle that afforded him the most protection. He would make sure that if he were to do a favor for another, his gain ultimately outweighed that which he gave. The other would owe him. And it didn't matter how long it would take for the other to pay him back. Besides, he liked having connections that owed him something. But this method, of using others before they could properly use him, left Lex a bit lonely. He got his kicks running his business, and occasionally the lives of others. But he didn't really have that much to look forward to. That was until Clark entered his life.
Lex had been driving well over the speed limit that day. Why should he bother with laws? He was the son of a billionaire. He could manipulate the law. But the one thing he realized was that he couldn't manipulate life or death as well as he thought he could. That barbed roll of wire seemed to come into being out of nothingness. He did what he could to avoid it, but it was inevitable. Turning sharply, he saw a kid with a book bag leaning against the railing of the bridge. But it was too late. He had already hit him then. Hadn't he? He felt his car crunch through, the kid, and the very bridge's barrier! It was useless now, during his descent to the water, but he kept his feet forcefully on the break pedal. His last breath's attempt to stop his car, control his destiny. He hit water. Hard. He hit even harder than he had through the bridges sides. He thought the water would crush his car. Instead it capsized him, turned his vehicle at a weird angle and straightened back as he sank. He couldn't hold his breath. The shock of it was just too much. The water clouded his lungs. His fear was getting the best of him. Then everything went black. It seemed like just a few seconds, but when he opened his eyes again he could see the sky. It was everywhere. It was above and below him. He was flying. He flew over the town of Smallville, it looked like a painting, and it was so beautiful. His chest tightened, but just a little. Was he dying? Was this what it was like.
Then it was like a shock to reality. He opened his eyes. He was wet and lying on the ground with a rock beneath his head. Someone was leaning over him. He looked familiar. Who was he? Then he remembered. what did he remember? The water rushing at him 100 miles an hour. He hit; the kid who kneeled above him. But this couldn't be true. It wasn't true, "I coulda swore I hit you."
Not the greatest choice of words to say to a kid you think just saved your life. But it had been said. "If you did, I'd be dead," he responded. He didn't sound too convinced of his own answer. Was he covering for something? He couldn't have been. He must have been driving 60 miles an hour. The kid would still be plastered to his windshield.
Flashes of that event had played in his mind repeatedly. Clark Kent, should he be dead? Should he, himself, be dead? Lex raised a hand to his head and tried to quell his thoughts. He had so wanted to pay him back, tried to even. He showed up with a truck just for Clark. Then later that day Clark returned to give him the keys. He wasn't accepting the gift. So Lex still felt like he owed him. But Clark was someone that he didn't mind owing. He liked Clark; he was like a brother to him. He had never had a brother before. And Clark was a good person. Clark even treated Lex as if he was a good person. Being around Clark made him feel like less of a criminal and more of a person. Clark actually cared about his well-being. And he didn't want anything back in return. But he liked to do things for Clark, especially things that pertained to Lana Lang. He knew Clark adored Lana. He wanted to do everything he could to get Clark the girl of his dreams. In any other circumstance he wouldn't care. But this wasn't just any circumstance. Clark saved his life and became his friend. He owed him that much.
He knew then precisely what he needed to do. Picking up the phone, he placed the call.
Well that's it for now. Please let me know what you think. Any comments or criticism is always welcome.
~Sapphire
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Smallville characters they belong to the WB and whoever else has a piece of them. However I did create a few characters and those are mine all mine I tell you! And there are possibly spoilers. I don't know when, but it can range from the pilot up until the most recent episode.
"Reflections"
~Part-III
Lana Lang sat in a cozy chair on her porch. Her legs were pulled up close to her as she leaned back slightly. She rested a book atop her knees and read quietly. Her eyes gazed from left to right reading the words eloquently typed inside. The book had been a birthday gift from her boyfriend, Whitney. And she was eager to finish it. It was a lovely day outside, with just a bit of a breeze. Great weather for reading as far as she was concerned. Another breeze wafted by and blew her hair in her face, distracting her from her book. She looked up, placing her hand squarely on the book to keep the page open. She squinted with amusement as she saw who was walking up her drive.
"Clark?"
Clark had been bored, not that he needed to be bored to visit Lana, but he could think of nothing better to do with his time. He smiled as she acknowledged him. He had to remind himself not to go at super speed and keep a steady pace. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself down. "Hi Lana," he said, trying to sound casual. He wasn't sure if he was successful.
Lana folded the top right of the page she was on and closed the book. Uncoiling herself she stretched out to place the book on a small table that sat near the chair. "So what brings you here, Clark?"
He didn't want to say that he was here to see her. He was worried she may confuse his comment to mean something that someone other than her "friend" would say. So instead he smiled and said, "I came here to see you." 'Damn,' he thought as he squinted hoping she didn't catch that. He wasn't very good at hiding his feelings, especially in front of Lana.
Luckily she didn't notice that anything was different. She responded, "oh? I must be one lucky girl. So how was your day?"
Caught off guard by Lana's 'lucky girl' comment he said, "Oh, umm. Nothing. I mean it was ok. How was yours?"
Lana raised her eyebrows and smiled at Clark. He was so cute when he tripped over his words like that. But she couldn't afford to think about him like that. She was in a relationship. And she was committed to that relationship. She liked Clark as a friend, actually a good friend. He had given her such a beautiful gift for her birthday, never mind that he left her during their 'non-date' never to return. He was a sweetie. And she could tell that he was sweet on her. Dangerous ground as far as she was concerned, however.
"Oh, it's going well. I was just reading more of the book that Whitney gave me." She noted the look that Clark gave her at the mention of her boyfriend's name. It hurt her to have to do this to Clark. But she couldn't have him getting ideas. "He's out of town with his uncle for the weekend, experiencing some good old fashioned male bonding." She saw the hope in Clark's eyes. She added, "but he should be back tomorrow night." She didn't know why she said that. She tried to change the subject. "So, what are your parents up to?"
"Oh, they went driving to see a museum. Mom saw this ad in the paper for it and she wanted to go check it out. She dragged my dad, but I was able to get out of it."
Lana laughed. She didn't understand Clark and his father's fear of visiting a museum. It was a perfectly good trip as far as she was concerned. Martha had the right idea. "You didn't want to go? Why not? Sounds nice."
"Ah, I just didn't feel like going. I figured I'd rather take a walk."
"Yeah, it is a nice day."
"Would you. like to walk with me?"
"Where?"
"Doesn't matter."
She smiled. The truth is she would love to take a walk with Clark. He was the only person who really understood her. Clark was the refreshing brook in the middle of the wilderness. She then replied, "I'd love to." She watched as Clark's demeanor changed to one of surprise and then to one of practiced control. He turned slowly implying that she should follow. "Wait, Clark, I have to tell Nell where I will be. I'll be right back." Lana grabbed her book off of the table and went into the house.
Clark stood on her porch staring at the screen door that just closed shut. Smiling, he said, "Well that wasn't so bad." The door opened again and Clark moved to the left to allow Lana to step to his right. After closing the door Lana walked up to Clark and the two made their way down the drive.
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Lex Luthor sat in one of his plush black chairs in front of his laptop at his desk. He wore pressed black dress pants and a crisp white shirt with black polished shoes. He clicked away at his keyboard aimlessly searching the net. Suddenly, he abruptly stopped and pushed himself away from the desk. 'Enough of this,' he thought. In essence, Lex was bored. He didn't like being bored. He had too much wealth and power to be bored. He had more "stuff" than anyone in the whole town of Smallville. He was lacking in only one particular category. Friends. Lex didn't have any friends. Of course he had business associates and acquaintances that occasionally graced his grounds. But Lex didn't really have any friends that he could trust. Everyone he met wanted something from him. He learned at an early age that he was going to be used for his money and influence. So he decided to take on a lifestyle that afforded him the most protection. He would make sure that if he were to do a favor for another, his gain ultimately outweighed that which he gave. The other would owe him. And it didn't matter how long it would take for the other to pay him back. Besides, he liked having connections that owed him something. But this method, of using others before they could properly use him, left Lex a bit lonely. He got his kicks running his business, and occasionally the lives of others. But he didn't really have that much to look forward to. That was until Clark entered his life.
Lex had been driving well over the speed limit that day. Why should he bother with laws? He was the son of a billionaire. He could manipulate the law. But the one thing he realized was that he couldn't manipulate life or death as well as he thought he could. That barbed roll of wire seemed to come into being out of nothingness. He did what he could to avoid it, but it was inevitable. Turning sharply, he saw a kid with a book bag leaning against the railing of the bridge. But it was too late. He had already hit him then. Hadn't he? He felt his car crunch through, the kid, and the very bridge's barrier! It was useless now, during his descent to the water, but he kept his feet forcefully on the break pedal. His last breath's attempt to stop his car, control his destiny. He hit water. Hard. He hit even harder than he had through the bridges sides. He thought the water would crush his car. Instead it capsized him, turned his vehicle at a weird angle and straightened back as he sank. He couldn't hold his breath. The shock of it was just too much. The water clouded his lungs. His fear was getting the best of him. Then everything went black. It seemed like just a few seconds, but when he opened his eyes again he could see the sky. It was everywhere. It was above and below him. He was flying. He flew over the town of Smallville, it looked like a painting, and it was so beautiful. His chest tightened, but just a little. Was he dying? Was this what it was like.
Then it was like a shock to reality. He opened his eyes. He was wet and lying on the ground with a rock beneath his head. Someone was leaning over him. He looked familiar. Who was he? Then he remembered. what did he remember? The water rushing at him 100 miles an hour. He hit; the kid who kneeled above him. But this couldn't be true. It wasn't true, "I coulda swore I hit you."
Not the greatest choice of words to say to a kid you think just saved your life. But it had been said. "If you did, I'd be dead," he responded. He didn't sound too convinced of his own answer. Was he covering for something? He couldn't have been. He must have been driving 60 miles an hour. The kid would still be plastered to his windshield.
Flashes of that event had played in his mind repeatedly. Clark Kent, should he be dead? Should he, himself, be dead? Lex raised a hand to his head and tried to quell his thoughts. He had so wanted to pay him back, tried to even. He showed up with a truck just for Clark. Then later that day Clark returned to give him the keys. He wasn't accepting the gift. So Lex still felt like he owed him. But Clark was someone that he didn't mind owing. He liked Clark; he was like a brother to him. He had never had a brother before. And Clark was a good person. Clark even treated Lex as if he was a good person. Being around Clark made him feel like less of a criminal and more of a person. Clark actually cared about his well-being. And he didn't want anything back in return. But he liked to do things for Clark, especially things that pertained to Lana Lang. He knew Clark adored Lana. He wanted to do everything he could to get Clark the girl of his dreams. In any other circumstance he wouldn't care. But this wasn't just any circumstance. Clark saved his life and became his friend. He owed him that much.
He knew then precisely what he needed to do. Picking up the phone, he placed the call.
Well that's it for now. Please let me know what you think. Any comments or criticism is always welcome.
~Sapphire