What Might Have Been
Authors note: Thanks for the reviews!! You love me! You really love me! anywho, here's the next part hope u enjoy it, just for kicks, I thought id give hunky angel guy a southern accent, so some of the words are spelled a little funny, hehe dont be alarmed.
Disclaimer: Dont own Lana or Kansas( as if id want it) I own angel guy but use him all u like!
"Hey Hun you alright?" asked a deep southern voice. Lana's eyes fluttered open and saw a guy with blonde hair that fell in front of deep- set brown eyes, looming over her. She didn't realize until the was on her feet how huge this guy really was. He must have been about 6'3 and he had very broad shoulders. Lana wondered how she could feel this good after being hit by lightning until she turned around and saw her body was still laying on the wet pavement. The guy, followed her gaze and decided to speak up.
"Don't worry, yer not dead." he said really quickly. She turned around and gave him a scared and confused look, that obviously meant, "go on".
"Yer kinda in life and death limbo, I guess you'd say." he was trying to find the right words. He didn't expect Lana to come and give him a hug. She started to cry, she didn't know why, but something inside was triggered. He put his arms around her and held her for a minute until she had calmed down. Lana liked the way his arms felt around her, they made her feel safe, kinda like Clark's had....
That's when she realized that even though they had been standing in the rain he wasn't the least bit wet.
"Why aren't you wet?" she asked finally.
" Same reason you can see me even though yer body is still laying over yonder. I'm yer guardian angel." he said with a smile.
"On any other day I'd say this is crazy but based on the events of the past 3 hours I don't think this is too strange." Lana said while looking around. When she turned back she noticed him walking in the direction she had been traveling.
"Where are you going?" Lana yelled after him.
"To Metropolis." he said without turning around
"But that must be at least 50 miles away!" she said while trailing after him.
"We got time." was all he said.
After what seemed hours of walking in silence Lana decided to speak up.
" So angels wear Abercrombie & Fitch huh?" she asked, trying to strike up even a little bit of a conversation.
"What? You think we wear togas and sandals and play the harp? Just cause I'm a heavenly warrior doesn't mean I can't dress nice." he said with a smile. He was wearing Timberlands, Levi's, a green sweater and a leather jacket to top it all off.
"So where are you from?" she asked even though she knew the answer.
"Up north, way up north." he smiled.
"You don't sound like you're from the north." Lana said with an eyebrow raised. She knew he meant heaven but she decided to play along.
"Ha, yeah, I get that a lot." he laughed.
Do you have a name I can call you by?" Lana asked.
"You can call me Sawyer." he replied.
"They love you, ya know. And they miss you." he said looking down at her. Lana's eyes shot towards his. How'd he know she had been thinking about her parents.
"You've talked to my parents?" she asked in astonishment.
"On several occasions. They're proud of you." he said keeping his eyes on the road in front of them.
"Where was their guardian angel?" Lana asked bitterly.
"It's not our job to play God. We only keep you safe 'til it's yer turn to go. When yer times up, there's nothin more we can do." he said, he sounded a little sad.
"I don't understand a god that would take my parents away from me." Lana said angrily, she could feel the tears running down her face, but they were hidden by the rain.
"It's not our place to understand Him. All we can do is play the hand we're dealt." Sawyer said matter-a-factly.
Why couldn't their angel have protected them!?" she hissed.
"You can't fool with the way things gotta be" he said simply.
"Things didn't have to be this way!" she screamed and started to jog away.
"What if I told you that things are better because of what happened to yer folks?" he shouted after her. She stopped and turned to face him.
"How could things be better?!" she asked.
"You would never have met Clark." he told her
"What do you mean?"