A/N I don't own the characters and the song belongs to Dan Fogelberg. This
is an A/U song fic series that starts about 5 years after they graduate.
Whitney didn't die in Asia. He came back to Smallville and got back with
Lana (who loves him) A few months after coming back he left…since then he
became a singer. I'm leaving myself open as to how much of that I will show
in the fic. Internal thoughts that are not part ot the dialouge is in italics
Kat this whole fic is for you, thanks for making me Lana in the first place.
I didn't know why I was even back here after all this time. I had escaped once before but something brought me back. Looking at the building, it was a grocery store now, had been since it was sold.
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I didn't believe it was her at first. She looked so different; I could tell from a few feet away that she was anything but happy. I sighed turning around knowing there was still time to escape, made it back to the door.
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
It hurt so much to look into her eyes at first. The lack of recognition. Not that I should be surprised, I was the one who left in the first place. But when her eyes widened the wrench in his gut left.
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.
I hated seeing her cry. Her eyes were bloodshot; it was something that she had to do often. Before he left her eyes looked like that to. It was why I left he though, I didn't want to make her cry like that. He tried to hide his tension as he took in how unhappy she was.
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
Some things never change. Bars are never opened, she still made a slight face at the taste of beer as if blocking out horrible memories. She still drove stick, and smelled like lilacs. I wonder of she tastes the same...
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
Some things changed he left. She was already on her second drink by the time he finished his first.
"Has the taste finally grown on you?"
"No, its just not as bad when I drink it fast."
She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie.
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw Doubt or gratitude.
It hurt that she didn't believe me, I had to go with doubt. I knew what she looked like grateful and that wasn't it. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even with her hair cropped short.
"Do you have any kids?"
"He doesn't want children."
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well I said the audience was heavenly But the traveling was hell.
I hated seeing her so tense. Not able to start the conversations just going along with them. I wish I could take back my last question, but I can't now. I reached out and touched her hair, her eyes flew right into mine and I could read them again, I almost wish I couldn't.
"How long are you back?"
"A few days, I'm staying up at the old apartment."
"They're going to be torn down soon..."
"That's not my last link here."
"Isn't it?"
We drank a toast to
innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond
the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...
"No, its not."
"I've missed you."
"I know, I have a present for you."
"I don't have anything--"
"I'll leave in the glove compartment before I leave."
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
She does taste the same. I didn't want her to leave but I knew I couldn't keep her in the car forever. I wanted to, almost didn't leave the present but I promised.
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain --
Kat this whole fic is for you, thanks for making me Lana in the first place.
I didn't know why I was even back here after all this time. I had escaped once before but something brought me back. Looking at the building, it was a grocery store now, had been since it was sold.
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I didn't believe it was her at first. She looked so different; I could tell from a few feet away that she was anything but happy. I sighed turning around knowing there was still time to escape, made it back to the door.
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
It hurt so much to look into her eyes at first. The lack of recognition. Not that I should be surprised, I was the one who left in the first place. But when her eyes widened the wrench in his gut left.
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.
I hated seeing her cry. Her eyes were bloodshot; it was something that she had to do often. Before he left her eyes looked like that to. It was why I left he though, I didn't want to make her cry like that. He tried to hide his tension as he took in how unhappy she was.
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
Some things never change. Bars are never opened, she still made a slight face at the taste of beer as if blocking out horrible memories. She still drove stick, and smelled like lilacs. I wonder of she tastes the same...
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
Some things changed he left. She was already on her second drink by the time he finished his first.
"Has the taste finally grown on you?"
"No, its just not as bad when I drink it fast."
She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie.
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw Doubt or gratitude.
It hurt that she didn't believe me, I had to go with doubt. I knew what she looked like grateful and that wasn't it. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even with her hair cropped short.
"Do you have any kids?"
"He doesn't want children."
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well I said the audience was heavenly But the traveling was hell.
I hated seeing her so tense. Not able to start the conversations just going along with them. I wish I could take back my last question, but I can't now. I reached out and touched her hair, her eyes flew right into mine and I could read them again, I almost wish I couldn't.
"How long are you back?"
"A few days, I'm staying up at the old apartment."
"They're going to be torn down soon..."
"That's not my last link here."
"Isn't it?"
We drank a toast to
innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond
the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...
"No, its not."
"I've missed you."
"I know, I have a present for you."
"I don't have anything--"
"I'll leave in the glove compartment before I leave."
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
She does taste the same. I didn't want her to leave but I knew I couldn't keep her in the car forever. I wanted to, almost didn't leave the present but I promised.
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain --