Part 3

"What is it Allan?" Lana asked wondering why he was tearing up.

"It's Massenet, a great violin solo." Allan said. Looking out the window at something that wasn't there.

"It's very pretty," Lana said, trying to figure out what Allan was upset about.

"You used to play the violin didn't you?" Clark asked looking over at Allan.

Allan nodded. "They said I'd play Carnagie before I was 20, and then...," he trailed off.

"I'm sure you can still play well," Lana said, trying to be helpful.

"Music means nothing to me anymore," he sighed. "It's something that I once adored but like that who adored me..., it was only that I couldn't grasp."

"What did you mean by it's the only way some people stay?" Clark asked referring to something that Allan had said earlier.

He got up and looked at them. "It's funny, when love is infront of us we take it for granted. We look away as if it's always going to be there, and never hold it dear," he looked back at the window. "It's when we can no longer see it, that we would walk our longest journey, for just a glimpse of love's face." He held up a peace sign as he began to leave. "Thank you, see ya later." He left the Talon, his left arm shaking. He tucked his left hand deep into his pocket.

Clark and Lana sat there for a minute. Lana looked over at Clark. Why couldn't it work? Why does he have to keep such a secret, that it's too dangerous for him to tell her? Why does she have to know? Is it the only thing holding them back? Clark Kent, man of mystery. Not always there when you want him, but he's there when you need him. He could never purposly hurt her. He didn't purposly hurt anyone, he was the kindest creature Lana had ever meet. He was handsome and strong, yet gentle..., she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted him. She wanted him emotionally and physically. She wanted to know every fiber of his being. The want pounded in her mind. She shook her head and got up. "I have to go Clark. I have homework. I'll talk to you later."

Clark nodded. "Don't work yourself too hard." He said.

Lana looked over at Clark. She wanted to take his arm and hold it forever. She wanted him to talk with her. She wanted..., she sighed. She looked down and began walking out.

"Lana," Clark said.

Lana turned her head. "Yes?" she asked.

"Do you want to walk home, alone?" Clark asked, standing up.

Lana shrugged her shoulders. "Depends on how long your willing to walk with me." She replied.

"For as long as you ask me," Clark said and took her hand. He saw the smile in her face and the two began walked out of the Talon.

Clark felt perfect. He wished the walk would last forever, but he knew it wouldn't. He pondered on why he felt so perfect, and he knew it was in the hand he was holding. He debated on whether to tell her or not. Why not? Why not tell her? And then Allan's words rang through his head. "Sometimes it's the only way to have people stay."

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Allan sat down on another bench. He was kind of lost, he wasn't sure where his house was. And he wasn't ready to get up and keep walking. He laid his head back and smiled as Massenet sung in his head. There was something about music, music was something special. It always changed but someone can always connect to a type of music somehow. Music was something that could connect everyone. People could take your heart, they could take your innocence, but nobody could ever take the music that makes you, who you are.

-end of pt 3