~Explicit~ by Electric Spyro

A.N. Hey everybody!! Here ya go! Hope you like it! Thanx 2 all the new reviewers to my stories especially Cherry! Thanx 4 the super nice e-mail! lol.

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The next day came. Clark didn't have anyone visit him until the afternoon when Pete came by. He'd heard about the meteor rocks being the cause of Clark's blindness and, just like Clark and his parents, was worried about it.

" Clark, if the rocks did this, then what's gonna happen to your sight?" Pete asked sitting down in on the couch in the loft. Clark had spent the whole day in the loft. He felt safer there. Something about it was more comfortable.

" That's what I wondered about, Pete. I'm not even sure if I'll see again much less shoot fire see through walls." Clark said worriedly pacing the floor of the loft.

" Clark, I hate to say it, but this doesn't sound to great."

" Yeah, and Lex called today and said his father told him DMX is behind the transporting of the meteor rocks. He thinks that they broke out of jail and are planning to do something drastic with the rocks."

" Well, at least they don't have Lana." Pete said glad to say something positive.

" Not yet anyway." Clark said crashing down on Pete's only attempt to lighten the mood.

" Clark, you gotta do something about this depression you've got." Pete said standing up.

" What depression?"

" I've never seen you so - pitiful."

" Pete, I was just recently told that I might not ever see my friends or family again. You think I'm suppose to be happy about that?" Clark shot out a little harder then he'd ment to.

" At least you could look at the brighter side. You're always thinking about the bad stuff."

" You're right, Pete. I think this is all getting to my head." Clark said slowing finding his way to the couch that Pete had just got up from.

"Relax, Man, you gotta relax," Pete said hypnotically.

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{An hour and a half later}

Clark actually did manage to settle down a bit. The two guys talked about a few upbeat things for a while.

Then a familiar voice called... "Pete?"

Clark and Pete both jerked their heads towards the new voice. Clark suddenly reminded himself he couldn't see. But he knew that voice perfectly.

" Hey, Lana," Clark said showing a small grin.

" Man, Lana, I've been here for an hour and a half and I couldn't even get a smirk out of him. You're good." Pete said noticing Clark smile.

There was a slight pause. Clark wasn't sure what was going on so he asked, " What brings you here, Lana?"

" I just wanted to talk. I thought you might be kinda bored since you can't really go anywhere. But I guess since Pete's here -"

" No. No, I was just leaving I - I have to get home. My dad hates it when I'm late for dinner." And with that, Pete quickly left.

Clark knew he just wanted him and Lana to be alone together. Pete was just one of the many people who could see the obvious feelings that Clark felt for Lana.

" So, how's it been?" Lana asked.

Clark stood and walked over to the window of the loft. " Well, Lex found out that the rocks that caused his car to crash were spilled from a truck probably driven by DMX."

" Oh my gosh, do you think they'll catch them?" Lana said.

Clark felt her presence next to him. " I hope so," he sigh, " I don't think it matters much though."

" Why would you think that?" she asked almost amazed.

" Whatever happens, my sight's still - gone." he said feeling even worse when he admited it.

" You can't give up, Clark." Lana grabbed his hand. " I never have."

Clark smiled again. It felt good to smile. Much better then frowning and falling deeper into the never-ending abyss that pushed him away from everyone who he cared about. Where would all that get him? Nowhere. Smiling and being with Lana felt better. Much better.

" Yeah," he said squeezing Lana's hand slightly. He knew she was smiling.

*~*~*

" So 5 and 10. That's - that's -"

" 15, Stupid. 15 more crates! Any kindergartner could tell ya that."

" Sorry, Boss I -"

" Shut up and get the rest of the crates." Strike shouted to his assisstant, Larson.

Larson jumped and quickly obeyed his orders.

Strike turned around and looked at his new hideout - a two story warehouse made mostly of some sort of metal. It was a little rusted and the windows were broken out but it was perfect to store all the rocks he'd gotten easy from one of the places where Lionel Luthor kept it. A devilish grin appeared across his face when he remembered how simple it was to break out of jail, steal a truck, fill it with meteor rocks, and rush it to this place. Like taken candy from a baby.

CRASH!

Larson had accidently dropped a case of meteor rock. Strike turned to look at them imediately exchanging his grin, for a straight stare.

" What the f -"

" Sorry, Boss - really sorry. It - it was just a little heavy."

" Get Yosh to help you then." Strike said trying to calm himself. " I can't make the same mistakes I did last time. I won't make the same mistakes I did last time."

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