Chapter 7: Shimmer
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A/N: Lines that have ** at the beginning tell us what Future Clark is doing (sort of a split screen effect if it were on TV.)
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"Actually... Lana, I have a confession to make. I've got this thing about needles. It's kind of embarrassing," Clark added, trying his best not to blush.
"Don't worry about it. Your secret's safe with me," replied Lana, who stood up and leaned against her porch railing. "Uh, you are such a lifesaver, Clark."
**Clark ran into the loft, stumbling up the stairs. He tore up his pillowcase, feathers flying up into the air.**
"It's amazing you do all these different things."
"Just trying to find my place in the world. I can't thank you enough."
"It's a great cause. How could I not help?"
"Ask Whitney. He's, uh... I don't know where he's been lately."
"You know, Lana, if you really want to thank me... don't talk about Whitney."
**What was left of the purple meteorite fell to the ground in his frantic search. He grabbed it off the floor and clutched onto with dear life. He stares at it, knowing it was his only hope, his last chance.**
"Fair enough," she replied understanding his sentiments.
They stared at each other for a moment, before Clark stood up and broke the silence.
"Do you ever think it's strange - that my dad and your aunt used to date?
"Nell doesn't really talk about it much. Whatever happened, I guess she took it kind of hard."
"I'm just glad that you and I are so close," Clark replied, his breath fogging up from the cold evening air.
**Clark realized the storm had stopped again, and sunlight was beginning to stream in through the window. He got up and gazed at the sunrise for a few minutes before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.**
"Me too," she nodded. "That the thing about Clark Kent. He's not always there when you want him, but he's always there when you need him."
Clark sat down next to her. "It's a fine distinction."
"You're the one who's helping me with the blood drive."
"I am."
"You're the one who listens," she said as if realizing it for the first time.
**Clark's world went black.**
"I do," he replied as his head slowly moved closer to hers.
"You're the one who's here."
"Yeah," he said, leaning in towards her.
"Yeah," she repeated, her eyes looked at his lips before they closed as they drifted closer together, anticipating their first kiss.
"Lana, are you still out here - " asked Nell, who had just opened the front door in search of her wayward niece. The couple quickly pulled away from each other in reaction.
Clark closed his eyes and looked down, shaking his head a moment as if having some kind of headache.
"Clark," Nell stated rather awkwardly, catching the moment between them. "Do you have the time?"
"Huh? Um, no. but I'm guessing. it's late?" he answered, getting over his brief confusion while Lana looked on nervously.
"Smart kid," she exclaimed, before smiling and going back inside.
Lana cleared her throat and widened her eyes in disbelief at what just almost happened before getting up and collecting her things. "Uh, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow. Lana... um, have you ever seen the sunset from my loft?
"Yes," she stated matter-of-factly before continuing, "but that's the great thing about sunsets. They're unique, you always see things you never noticed before."
"Want to come over tomorrow?" he asked, hope in his eyes.
"I'd love to. Good night, Clark."
She turned around to go back inside, but was caught by a pair of strong arms that twisted her around. Clark finished what they had started, bringing his lips down to hers. The folders Lana was holding fell to the ground as she hands went limp and she lost herself in the kiss, her mouth tingling as their lips danced together. He broke the connection far too soon for Lana's liking, but still leaving her to breathless. Aroused, but confused, she tried to speak, but Clark silenced her with a single finger to her lips.
"Shh. I know what you're gonna say - that you're with Whitney, that you love him, that we're just friends, and that this was a mistake. But it wasn't Lana, it was magic. You can feel this thing between us, I feel like I've been waiting for you my entire life, and I'm tired of waiting. Some people are just meant to be together. So no 'I'm sorrys'. no regrets. I'll see you tomorrow."
He stole another quick kiss from her before turning around a stalking off into the night. Lana sat there on the porch for another few minutes trying to register what had just taken place. He touched her lips softly with her fingers and looked over at Clark's retreating form.
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Clark walked down the familiar path back to the loft. He hoped his gamble paid off. He reached into his pockets and found them empty. He patted down his jacket and realized the meteorite was gone. Clark sighed and walked into the loft and up the stairs to his window. He pointed his telescope over at Lana's and was surprised to see her still on the porch. He smiled again. He pulled his favourite chair over to the window and laid back in it, staring up at the sky. Clark spent the rest of the night looking up at the stars, and contemplating the possibilities that tomorrow would bring.
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"Lana, what are you still doing out here?" Nell asked from the doorway.
She quietly got up and went inside, before pausing at the staircase. She turned to her aunt and asked, "We used to have an old telescope up the attic right? Is it still there?"
Nell paused and looked at her funny. 'What could she possibly want that telescope for?' she wondered.
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FIN
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A/N: Lines that have ** at the beginning tell us what Future Clark is doing (sort of a split screen effect if it were on TV.)
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"Actually... Lana, I have a confession to make. I've got this thing about needles. It's kind of embarrassing," Clark added, trying his best not to blush.
"Don't worry about it. Your secret's safe with me," replied Lana, who stood up and leaned against her porch railing. "Uh, you are such a lifesaver, Clark."
**Clark ran into the loft, stumbling up the stairs. He tore up his pillowcase, feathers flying up into the air.**
"It's amazing you do all these different things."
"Just trying to find my place in the world. I can't thank you enough."
"It's a great cause. How could I not help?"
"Ask Whitney. He's, uh... I don't know where he's been lately."
"You know, Lana, if you really want to thank me... don't talk about Whitney."
**What was left of the purple meteorite fell to the ground in his frantic search. He grabbed it off the floor and clutched onto with dear life. He stares at it, knowing it was his only hope, his last chance.**
"Fair enough," she replied understanding his sentiments.
They stared at each other for a moment, before Clark stood up and broke the silence.
"Do you ever think it's strange - that my dad and your aunt used to date?
"Nell doesn't really talk about it much. Whatever happened, I guess she took it kind of hard."
"I'm just glad that you and I are so close," Clark replied, his breath fogging up from the cold evening air.
**Clark realized the storm had stopped again, and sunlight was beginning to stream in through the window. He got up and gazed at the sunrise for a few minutes before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.**
"Me too," she nodded. "That the thing about Clark Kent. He's not always there when you want him, but he's always there when you need him."
Clark sat down next to her. "It's a fine distinction."
"You're the one who's helping me with the blood drive."
"I am."
"You're the one who listens," she said as if realizing it for the first time.
**Clark's world went black.**
"I do," he replied as his head slowly moved closer to hers.
"You're the one who's here."
"Yeah," he said, leaning in towards her.
"Yeah," she repeated, her eyes looked at his lips before they closed as they drifted closer together, anticipating their first kiss.
"Lana, are you still out here - " asked Nell, who had just opened the front door in search of her wayward niece. The couple quickly pulled away from each other in reaction.
Clark closed his eyes and looked down, shaking his head a moment as if having some kind of headache.
"Clark," Nell stated rather awkwardly, catching the moment between them. "Do you have the time?"
"Huh? Um, no. but I'm guessing. it's late?" he answered, getting over his brief confusion while Lana looked on nervously.
"Smart kid," she exclaimed, before smiling and going back inside.
Lana cleared her throat and widened her eyes in disbelief at what just almost happened before getting up and collecting her things. "Uh, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow. Lana... um, have you ever seen the sunset from my loft?
"Yes," she stated matter-of-factly before continuing, "but that's the great thing about sunsets. They're unique, you always see things you never noticed before."
"Want to come over tomorrow?" he asked, hope in his eyes.
"I'd love to. Good night, Clark."
She turned around to go back inside, but was caught by a pair of strong arms that twisted her around. Clark finished what they had started, bringing his lips down to hers. The folders Lana was holding fell to the ground as she hands went limp and she lost herself in the kiss, her mouth tingling as their lips danced together. He broke the connection far too soon for Lana's liking, but still leaving her to breathless. Aroused, but confused, she tried to speak, but Clark silenced her with a single finger to her lips.
"Shh. I know what you're gonna say - that you're with Whitney, that you love him, that we're just friends, and that this was a mistake. But it wasn't Lana, it was magic. You can feel this thing between us, I feel like I've been waiting for you my entire life, and I'm tired of waiting. Some people are just meant to be together. So no 'I'm sorrys'. no regrets. I'll see you tomorrow."
He stole another quick kiss from her before turning around a stalking off into the night. Lana sat there on the porch for another few minutes trying to register what had just taken place. He touched her lips softly with her fingers and looked over at Clark's retreating form.
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Clark walked down the familiar path back to the loft. He hoped his gamble paid off. He reached into his pockets and found them empty. He patted down his jacket and realized the meteorite was gone. Clark sighed and walked into the loft and up the stairs to his window. He pointed his telescope over at Lana's and was surprised to see her still on the porch. He smiled again. He pulled his favourite chair over to the window and laid back in it, staring up at the sky. Clark spent the rest of the night looking up at the stars, and contemplating the possibilities that tomorrow would bring.
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"Lana, what are you still doing out here?" Nell asked from the doorway.
She quietly got up and went inside, before pausing at the staircase. She turned to her aunt and asked, "We used to have an old telescope up the attic right? Is it still there?"
Nell paused and looked at her funny. 'What could she possibly want that telescope for?' she wondered.
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FIN