A/N: Yay! New chapter! Thank you so0o much to those who reviewed especially to Electric Spyro...my devoted reviewer!

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'Good morning Kansas! It's six am on a Monday morning!'

Clark pressed the off button on his alarm clock and stood up. He was so looking forward to the day, well, the days to come... Three whole days of camping, fishing, hiking, etc with three of his favorite people in the world... make that, universe.

He went down, opened the fridge and gulped down almost half a bottle of milk. He could almost hear his mom scolding him for that very unpleasant manner of his.

-Flashback-

"Clark, where did you get your manners?" Martha asked.

"In a farm." He joked, a smile creeping to his face.

-End of Flashback-

He smiled at the thought then put back the bottle in the fridge. He went up, prepared himself and brought down his things (this happened in a matter of seconds) He sat down and patiently waited for Pete to pick him up.

Fifteen minutes later, Pete's truck came honking. Pete's mom was driving so she could take home the truck and pick them up after three days. Pete's things were delicately arranged at the back. Clark stood up and waved at him. He took his large backpack and just dumped it with all the other things. He gestured a 'wait' to Pete and went back inside.

"Mom, dad, I'm leaving," he shouted

"Okay, take care, Clark" Martha said, giving him a hug.

"Have fun, son" Jonathan added patting his back.

They accompanied him to the outside and Clark hopped in the truck. "Morning, Mrs. Ross," he greeted.

Jonathan and Martha waved at Mrs. Ross, Pete and Clark as they drove away to the Sullivan's.

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On their way to camp...

"Do people ever actually finish the song, 99 bottles of beer?" Clark suddenly asked, out of the blue.

"That song is so0o annoying. It's pointless and pathetic." Lana chimed in.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer..." Chloe started singing rewarding her a groan from the other three.

Chloe smirked at them and continued singing.

"I'm betting she's gonna stop when she gets to 50," Pete whispered to Clark.

"I'm betting she'll finish the song," Clark whispered back, a tone of competition evident in his voice.

"You're on," Pete said with a smile.

When they FINALLY reached camp...

"20 bottles of beer on the wall, 20 bottles of beer..." Chloe still sang, her voice a little softer.

"So, according to the flier, we should park here and take a 45-minute hike to the campsite." Lana said, reading the info from the flier.

They parked the truck as Chloe sang faster so as to finish the song before they went out. Clark had this big grin plastered on his face as Chloe reached the last bottle. Clark held his hand out and Pete gave him a 10.

"You guys take care, all right? I'll be back for you in three days," she shouted to them.

"Yes, Mrs. Ross. Thanks!" the three all shouted in unison.

"Bye, mom. See ya in three days," Pete shouted.

His mom waved to him and to the others, as she drove back.

"Okay, I think we should take our bags and start walking," Lana said.

She was about to grab her bag, when Clark took it.

"I got it," he said.

"No, it's okay. You have your own bag to carry and it'll get heavy in a while." Lana said, obviously unaware of Clark's 'hidden' powers.

"No, it's fine, really." Clark said, with a smile.

Lana smiled up at Clark, a blush slowly creeping in her face. "If you say so. But if it gets intolerable, tell me." Lana said, laughing a bit.

Pete took one bag from Chloe.

"Chloe, did you really have to bring your laptop?" Pete asked.

"Yes... Haven't you figured out my essentials yet?" Chloe answered, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Pete just playfully rolled his eyes. The foursome started following the trail to the campsite. Pete walked ahead with Chloe as they got into a conversation. Clark and Lana walked side by side as they suddenly started talking about their paper. (A/N: remember the first chapter?)

A few minutes later...

Clark started feeling queasy. He felt all his strength drain away. Suddenly, he felt the heaviness of the bags. 'Weird...' he thought. 'I'm not actually supposed to feel the heaviness of these bags even if I carry it for days...'

Lana saw Clark suddenly act all weird. His jaw was clenched and he looked like he was ready to hurl. Lana got worried. 'Hello? He's Clark. Clark Kent. Man of Steel, so to speak. Why does he look like he's gonna puke any second now?' Lana thought.

"Clark, are you okay? You don't look well." Lana asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I'm fine," Clark said as he smiled the I'm-trying-my-best-to-look-fine smile.

"Here, give me the bags," Lana said, getting the bags from Clark.

"No, it's fine... really," Clark said but it was too late. Lana already took the bags from him.

"You know, karate lessons really help build stamina," Lana said with a smile

"Yeah," Clark muttered, voice strained. He was really feeling nauseated and 'yeah' was the only thing he can think of as reply.

After a few minutes of trying to bear the wooziness, Clark suddenly leant on a tree for support. He started panting which caused Lana to freak. She dropped the bags and held Clark's arm, helping him balance.

"Clark, what's happening?" she asked, feeling his forehead. "Your temperature's fine," she said. Now she's really, really worried.

"Uh Pete, Chloe?" she called out.

Pete and Chloe turned and rushed toward Lana and Clark.

"Clark, man, you okay?" Pete asked.

"Uh, Pete, can I talk to you for a sec?" Clark asked.

Chloe and Lana moved away, Lana telling Chloe what happened.

"Pete, I think there's green kryptonite somewhere here," Clark said.

"Uh-oh. Not good. Think you could make it to the camp? It's around ten minutes away. When we get there, you can rest." Pete said.

"Yeah, I'll make it, hopefully, I mean, there's no other way," Clark said.

Pete took Clark's bag from Lana so Lana could help Clark. Lucky for Pete, the boy packed light.

Lana took Clark's hand as sparks of electricity shot through her as her fingers entwined with his, but she tried her best to push the sensation away; this was serious. They continued walking to the camp.

"C'mon Clark, you're gonna be fine," Lana said, concerned. She lightly squeezed Clark's hand.

Clark smiled at her, a strained but genuine smile. He actually felt a little better.

"That's it. No hurry. We're getting there." Lana whispered to him over and over as rubbed his tense forearms with her other hand as a comforting gesture.

When they reached the camp, Clark got a whole lot better... thanks to Lana.

"Okay, why is it so dark?" Chloe asked.

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A/N: Uh-oh. Why is it so dark? Please review and I'll continue. This fic is dedicated to all you Clana shippers out there! Love the Clana.. Especially to Lavenderangel who requested Clark to be comforted by Lana... here you are, hope you enjoyed this! (",)