Lana sets Steven on the sofa as she picks up a bag of chips and hands it to him. "Okay, this is how it's going to work the more you answer the more goodies you'll get." She said showing him a box of cookies and a bag of jaw breakers. Steven nods in agreement. "Okay, first of all. How old are you?"
"I'm 7 and a half." He replies with a nod.
"That's a start, um how long have you're father and I been married?" Steven shrugs as he sticks his hand into the bag and pulling out a clip. "Of course you wouldn't know that… Where does daddy and mommy work?"
"Daddy, works at the Daily Planet."
"Clark actually went through with it?" Lana said more to herself then to Steven "Um and me?"
"You have you're own fashion design company."
"Fashion Design!" Lana shouts "Now how did that happen?" Steven shrugs again sticking the clip into his mouth as Lana flops down on the sofa next to him. "I go from a Smallville coffee shop manger to a fashion designer? Man, this dream…" Steven gives her a knowing look. "Would you know where we keep our photo albums?" Steven nods as he jumps off the sofa with the bag of clips still in hand disappearing down the hallway. He quickly returns.
"Here you go!" jumping back on the sofa next to Lana, throwing clips all over the floor along the process. "Opps."
"Eh, it's okay, I'll clean it up later." Lana said as she goes for the photo album "Lets see." She carefully flips through the book. The whole album were just pictures of just her and Clark, they were ones of them when they were in 9th grade, then from their graduation, then from their wedding. She looked different, older, more mature… Lana thought as she softly torched the picture of her and Clark cutting the wedding cake. This seemed so real, almost like it wasn't even a dream, Lana thought as she slowly closes the album.
"What year is it?" Turning to Steven.
"2015" Lana looks at Steven in shock.
Getting up from the sofa "I'll-I'll be right back." Lana said to Steven excusing herself to rush to the bathroom. She brought herself to LOOK at herself in the mirror for the actual first time since she entered this horrible dream. To her surprise she wasn't staring at her 16 year old reflection but a 28 year old one. Slowly touching the skin on her face Lana broke down, finally realizing this was no longer a dream but a reality she had to face.
After 15 minutes of endless sobbing Lana collected herself and stepped back outside to tend to her 7 year old son, who was still sitting on the sofa stuffing his face with junk food.
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Lana sets Steven on the sofa as she picks up a bag of chips and hands it to him. "Okay, this is how it's going to work the more you answer the more goodies you'll get." She said showing him a box of cookies and a bag of jaw breakers. Steven nods in agreement. "Okay, first of all. How old are you?"
"I'm 7 and a half." He replies with a nod.
"That's a start, um how long have you're father and I been married?" Steven shrugs as he sticks his hand into the bag and pulling out a clip. "Of course you wouldn't know that… Where does daddy and mommy work?"
"Daddy, works at the Daily Planet."
"Clark actually went through with it?" Lana said more to herself then to Steven "Um and me?"
"You have you're own fashion design company."
"Fashion Design!" Lana shouts "Now how did that happen?" Steven shrugs again sticking the clip into his mouth as Lana flops down on the sofa next to him. "I go from a Smallville coffee shop manger to a fashion designer? Man, this dream…" Steven gives her a knowing look. "Would you know where we keep our photo albums?" Steven nods as he jumps off the sofa with the bag of clips still in hand disappearing down the hallway. He quickly returns.
"Here you go!" jumping back on the sofa next to Lana, throwing clips all over the floor along the process. "Opps."
"Eh, it's okay, I'll clean it up later." Lana said as she goes for the photo album "Lets see." She carefully flips through the book. The whole album were just pictures of just her and Clark, they were ones of them when they were in 9th grade, then from their graduation, then from their wedding. She looked different, older, more mature… Lana thought as she softly torched the picture of her and Clark cutting the wedding cake. This seemed so real, almost like it wasn't even a dream, Lana thought as she slowly closes the album.
"What year is it?" Turning to Steven.
"2015" Lana looks at Steven in shock.
Getting up from the sofa "I'll-I'll be right back." Lana said to Steven excusing herself to rush to the bathroom. She brought herself to LOOK at herself in the mirror for the actual first time since she entered this horrible dream. To her surprise she wasn't staring at her 16 year old reflection but a 28 year old one. Slowly touching the skin on her face Lana broke down, finally realizing this was no longer a dream but a reality she had to face.
After 15 minutes of endless sobbing Lana collected herself and stepped back outside to tend to her 7 year old son, who was still sitting on the sofa stuffing his face with junk food.
Lana sits on the bed Indian style with old yearbooks surrounding her.
"Hey" Clark whispers as he slowly opens the door to their bedroom. "Is Steven sleeping?"
Looking up from the yearbook in her lap "Hey! Yeah, I got him in bed two hours ago."
Still whispering "Oh good." Closing the door behind him as he steps into the bedroom
"Why are you whispering?" Lana questions with a laugh
Making a questionable face as he pulls off his shoes and shocks "Steven a light sleeper."
Portending she knew "Well, he won't be waking up anytime soon after all that sugar I juiced into him, which then had him racing around the apartment for a whole three hours, surely calming him down for the night." She laughed.
"Interesting way of getting him to sleep for the whole night." Clark said as he throws his jacket onto the near by chair pulling his tie off along the process.
"Yeah, should have thought of it a long time ago." She said laughing nervously as she watches Clark undress himself in front of her.
Taking his shirt off "Well, don't you seem more like yourself then you did this morning."
Lana looks away as Clark then goes for his pants button "Yeah…."
Looking over all the mess on the bed "What's all this?" pointing to the book.
Stilling trying to not look at Clark "I got bored today so I decided to look back at old memories."
"So you decided to look back at our High School years?" he asks as he finally pulls his pants off, leaving himself in only his boxers.
Keeping her eyes glued on to the page she was on "Yeah, just wanted to refresh my memory."
Pushing the yearbooks off the bed "Summary, 9th grade we become friends." Crawling into the bed. "10th grade you finally admitted you wanted me bad, 11th grade…"
Cutting him off as she finally looks up at him "Wait, 10th grade I never admitted I liked you, I may have applied it, but never admitted to it."
Laughs "Sure you did, that day at the Talon."
"What day?"
Rolling his eyes "Come on, Lana! The day I helped you clean up."
"You know you have to be more exact, because there were a lot days like that."
Insulted "Now you're mocking me!"
Protesting "I am not!"
Laughs "Yes you are!"
Lana laughs as Clark brings himself to her level and then kisses her on the lips surprising Lana, which causes her to push him away.
Confused with her reaction to his kiss "What's wrong?"
Looking into his eyes "Lets not."
Searching in her eyes "Lets not what?"
Sounding like an innocent child "Have sex."
Clark smiles "Who said anything about having sex?"
"You were kissing me and—" realizing how she's acting "and I'm in the mood." She said the last part boldly trying not to come off too prude.
"That's a first." Clark said coldly obviously turned off by Lana's comment.
Without another word Clark pulls the blanks over him and goes to sleep, leaving Lana with a guilty after taste.
"I'm 7 and a half." He replies with a nod.
"That's a start, um how long have you're father and I been married?" Steven shrugs as he sticks his hand into the bag and pulling out a clip. "Of course you wouldn't know that… Where does daddy and mommy work?"
"Daddy, works at the Daily Planet."
"Clark actually went through with it?" Lana said more to herself then to Steven "Um and me?"
"You have you're own fashion design company."
"Fashion Design!" Lana shouts "Now how did that happen?" Steven shrugs again sticking the clip into his mouth as Lana flops down on the sofa next to him. "I go from a Smallville coffee shop manger to a fashion designer? Man, this dream…" Steven gives her a knowing look. "Would you know where we keep our photo albums?" Steven nods as he jumps off the sofa with the bag of clips still in hand disappearing down the hallway. He quickly returns.
"Here you go!" jumping back on the sofa next to Lana, throwing clips all over the floor along the process. "Opps."
"Eh, it's okay, I'll clean it up later." Lana said as she goes for the photo album "Lets see." She carefully flips through the book. The whole album were just pictures of just her and Clark, they were ones of them when they were in 9th grade, then from their graduation, then from their wedding. She looked different, older, more mature… Lana thought as she softly torched the picture of her and Clark cutting the wedding cake. This seemed so real, almost like it wasn't even a dream, Lana thought as she slowly closes the album.
"What year is it?" Turning to Steven.
"2015" Lana looks at Steven in shock.
Getting up from the sofa "I'll-I'll be right back." Lana said to Steven excusing herself to rush to the bathroom. She brought herself to LOOK at herself in the mirror for the actual first time since she entered this horrible dream. To her surprise she wasn't staring at her 16 year old reflection but a 28 year old one. Slowly touching the skin on her face Lana broke down, finally realizing this was no longer a dream but a reality she had to face.
After 15 minutes of endless sobbing Lana collected herself and stepped back outside to tend to her 7 year old son, who was still sitting on the sofa stuffing his face with junk food.
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Lana sets Steven on the sofa as she picks up a bag of chips and hands it to him. "Okay, this is how it's going to work the more you answer the more goodies you'll get." She said showing him a box of cookies and a bag of jaw breakers. Steven nods in agreement. "Okay, first of all. How old are you?"
"I'm 7 and a half." He replies with a nod.
"That's a start, um how long have you're father and I been married?" Steven shrugs as he sticks his hand into the bag and pulling out a clip. "Of course you wouldn't know that… Where does daddy and mommy work?"
"Daddy, works at the Daily Planet."
"Clark actually went through with it?" Lana said more to herself then to Steven "Um and me?"
"You have you're own fashion design company."
"Fashion Design!" Lana shouts "Now how did that happen?" Steven shrugs again sticking the clip into his mouth as Lana flops down on the sofa next to him. "I go from a Smallville coffee shop manger to a fashion designer? Man, this dream…" Steven gives her a knowing look. "Would you know where we keep our photo albums?" Steven nods as he jumps off the sofa with the bag of clips still in hand disappearing down the hallway. He quickly returns.
"Here you go!" jumping back on the sofa next to Lana, throwing clips all over the floor along the process. "Opps."
"Eh, it's okay, I'll clean it up later." Lana said as she goes for the photo album "Lets see." She carefully flips through the book. The whole album were just pictures of just her and Clark, they were ones of them when they were in 9th grade, then from their graduation, then from their wedding. She looked different, older, more mature… Lana thought as she softly torched the picture of her and Clark cutting the wedding cake. This seemed so real, almost like it wasn't even a dream, Lana thought as she slowly closes the album.
"What year is it?" Turning to Steven.
"2015" Lana looks at Steven in shock.
Getting up from the sofa "I'll-I'll be right back." Lana said to Steven excusing herself to rush to the bathroom. She brought herself to LOOK at herself in the mirror for the actual first time since she entered this horrible dream. To her surprise she wasn't staring at her 16 year old reflection but a 28 year old one. Slowly touching the skin on her face Lana broke down, finally realizing this was no longer a dream but a reality she had to face.
After 15 minutes of endless sobbing Lana collected herself and stepped back outside to tend to her 7 year old son, who was still sitting on the sofa stuffing his face with junk food.
Lana sits on the bed Indian style with old yearbooks surrounding her.
"Hey" Clark whispers as he slowly opens the door to their bedroom. "Is Steven sleeping?"
Looking up from the yearbook in her lap "Hey! Yeah, I got him in bed two hours ago."
Still whispering "Oh good." Closing the door behind him as he steps into the bedroom
"Why are you whispering?" Lana questions with a laugh
Making a questionable face as he pulls off his shoes and shocks "Steven a light sleeper."
Portending she knew "Well, he won't be waking up anytime soon after all that sugar I juiced into him, which then had him racing around the apartment for a whole three hours, surely calming him down for the night." She laughed.
"Interesting way of getting him to sleep for the whole night." Clark said as he throws his jacket onto the near by chair pulling his tie off along the process.
"Yeah, should have thought of it a long time ago." She said laughing nervously as she watches Clark undress himself in front of her.
Taking his shirt off "Well, don't you seem more like yourself then you did this morning."
Lana looks away as Clark then goes for his pants button "Yeah…."
Looking over all the mess on the bed "What's all this?" pointing to the book.
Stilling trying to not look at Clark "I got bored today so I decided to look back at old memories."
"So you decided to look back at our High School years?" he asks as he finally pulls his pants off, leaving himself in only his boxers.
Keeping her eyes glued on to the page she was on "Yeah, just wanted to refresh my memory."
Pushing the yearbooks off the bed "Summary, 9th grade we become friends." Crawling into the bed. "10th grade you finally admitted you wanted me bad, 11th grade…"
Cutting him off as she finally looks up at him "Wait, 10th grade I never admitted I liked you, I may have applied it, but never admitted to it."
Laughs "Sure you did, that day at the Talon."
"What day?"
Rolling his eyes "Come on, Lana! The day I helped you clean up."
"You know you have to be more exact, because there were a lot days like that."
Insulted "Now you're mocking me!"
Protesting "I am not!"
Laughs "Yes you are!"
Lana laughs as Clark brings himself to her level and then kisses her on the lips surprising Lana, which causes her to push him away.
Confused with her reaction to his kiss "What's wrong?"
Looking into his eyes "Lets not."
Searching in her eyes "Lets not what?"
Sounding like an innocent child "Have sex."
Clark smiles "Who said anything about having sex?"
"You were kissing me and—" realizing how she's acting "and I'm in the mood." She said the last part boldly trying not to come off too prude.
"That's a first." Clark said coldly obviously turned off by Lana's comment.
Without another word Clark pulls the blanks over him and goes to sleep, leaving Lana with a guilty after taste.