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~Chapter 8~
Clark woke up later that evening feeling better. His mother forced him to eat some soup that she had made before she and Jonathan went upstairs to bed. Lana stayed downstairs with Clark.
"How are you feeling Clark?" she asked.
"I'm OK," he replied, "I'm sorry that you had to go through that Lana," he said looking at her.
"Clark, this wasn't your fault, there was nothing either of us could have done to keep Whitney from doing what he did."
"I know, but then I was on the ground and I couldn't do anything. What if he had tried to do something to you?" He put his arm around Lana and pulled her close to him.
"I'm glad that I was at least there," she said pulling her legs up on the couch and leaning in more closely to Clark, "who knows what could have happened if it had just been you and Whitney out there. You could have gotten really hurt." Lana shuddered just thinking about it.
"You're not mad at me are you?" Clark asked tentatively.
"Why would I be mad?"
"Because I didn't tell you about. . .you know, what I could do," he said.
"Well, after your parents told me, I was a little shocked," she answered honestly, "but I wasn't angry with you or anything. Just saddened that you have to hide who you are. I do understand why you have to do it."
"Thank you for understanding Lana," Clark said.
They sat there talking for a while longer before Lana suggested going to bed. "You've had a stressful day," she said, reluctantly pulling herself away from Clark, "you really should get some more rest."
Clark sighed and got up. He didn't really want to go to bed just yet. He was perfectly content to sit there with Lana all night. He followed her up the stairs and walked her to her room.
"Thank you. I didn't tell you that before. You saved my life," he told her as she opened the bedroom door.
Lana looked up at him and smiled, "A girls got to do what she can to protect her best interest."
Clark smiled back, then leaned down and kissed her. With superhuman effort he pulled back. Wishing her a good night he turned and walked down the hall back to his room.
The next morning Lana woke up early to write a note to Lex. She went over to the vanity in the room and was lucky to find some writing material in one of the drawers. She sat at the vanity and wrote out a quick note.
Lex,
Please return as soon as you can. Things with Whitney are getting out of control and there isn't anyone else here who can help me. I'm all right at the moment and am staying with the Kents. I will await your return here.
Lana
Lana folded the letter and placed it in an envelope. After she wrote Lex's address on it, she sat back in her chair. How would she get it to Lex? She didn't want to risk walking over to the castle to find a messenger. 'Jason!' she thought to herself remembering the Kent's stable hand. 'Of course, I know he'll send it for me.'
With that she got up and walked out of the room. It was still early, but she heard movement coming out of one of the bedrooms near by and figured that Mr. and Mrs. Kent were already up. She walked out of the house and in the direction of the stables.
Walking into the stables she called out, "Jason?" She heard sound coming from a stall at the far end of the stable and a moment later Jason emerged from one of the stalls.
"Well, Miss Lana, how good to see you!" he said smiling when he saw her. "You're here awfully early this morning. What can I help you with Miss?" he asked when he reached her.
Lana liked Jason a lot. He was always kind to her whenever she'd visit the stables and always, as Clark had told her, asked after her whenever he saw Clark. "Good morning, Jason," she replied. "Actually, I need to know if you can do me a big favor. It's very important."
"Of course Miss, anything you need, I'll be happy to help."
"Thank you Jason." She quickly told him that she needed.
"I'll saddle a horse and leave right away then." He turned and started walking back toward the stable he had just exited. Lana started walking out of the stable, feeling happier than she had since the incident with Whitney had happened.
Anger filled her as she recalled what had happened. She wondered just what Whitney had done to Chloe to get her to tell him where Lana had gone. This was crossing the line. It was one thing to hound and pester her, but to go and get information from Chloe was just too much. She hoped that Chloe was safe and wasn't facing Whitney's wrath. She also wondered how long she would be able to stay safely at the Kents before Whitney came back to claim her.
Lana didn't have to wait long for the answer to that. When she got back to the Kent house, Mrs. Kent was already making breakfast. Lana helped her set the table and finish preparing breakfast.
Clark and Jonathan came into the dinning room and they ate. Towards the end of breakfast, there was a knock at the door. Everyone stiffened slightly and Jonathan got up to answer it followed by Clark.
When Jonathan opened the front door there were two palace guards on the other side. "What can I do for you?" Jonathan asked curtly.
"We are here for Lady Lana and Clark. We need them to come with us," one guard replied.
Lana and Martha had come into the room from the kitchen.
"What if Lana and Clark don't want to go with you?" Jonathan asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"Sir, we just need Lana and Clark, we are authorized to bring them to the castle using any means necessary," he said.
"Look, they aren't going anywhere with you, so you can get out of here," Jonathan said, reaching out to close the door.
One of the guards put out his arm to keep him from closing the door and pushed his way into the house. The other guard walked in and walked menacingly towards Jonathan.
"No, please don't!" yelled Lana, rushing forward. She put herself between Jonathan and the guard. "I'll go with you, just leave the Kents alone!"
"I'm sorry Miss," replied the guard, "but our orders are to bring you Clark with us."
"It's alright," Clark said turning toward his parents, "I'll go with them. I'll be OK."
Martha ran forward and pulled Clark into a hug. "Be careful Clark," she whispered in his ear.
Lana followed Clark and the guards out the door. She was worried about what was going to happen to them. What was Whitney planning to do? She had only just sent the note to Lex that morning; it would be days before anything would come of it.
The guards led them into a room where Whitney was waiting for them. He was leaning on top of which was a closed box. A cruel smile formed on his lips as they walked toward him. "I'm so glad you were able to join me."
"Enough of the small talk Whitney," Clark said crossing over to him and standing right in front of his face.
"Well, Clark," Whitney said standing up to his full height, "I just wanted to you to be the first to know that Lana and I are going to be getting married."
"What?" came Lana's shocked reply.
"It just so happens that the king has given me permission to marry you." He stepped around Clark and walked over to Lana, "Now we can be together Lana," he said taking her hand in his.
Lana pulled her hand away in disgust, "I will never marry you Whitney. You repulse me!"
A muscle twitched in Whitney's jaw. "I think you will soon see things differently."
"I don't think you heard me correctly. It is the king's pleasure that we marry."
"Listen to me Whitney, that is NEVER going to happen. I would just as soon be dead!"
Whitney leaned in close to Lana's face and said in a cold calm voice, "That can be arranged."
"That's enough Whitney," Clark said coming up behind him.
"Oh Clark," he said turning around. "I almost forgot about you." He walked back to the desk. "Unfortunately, you aren't invited to the wedding."
"Whitney, understand once and for all that there is going to be no wedding. Lana is not going to be marrying you."
"And I suppose you're going to stop me," Whitney said in a patronizing voice.
"If I have to. I'll do whatever it takes to keep Lana away from you."
"Well then," Whitney said, his voice dripping with venom, "I guess it's a good thing I have this."
Whitney opened the lid and Clark saw the familiar green glow. He instantly fell to the floor. "Clark!" Lana cried out. "Stop it Whitney, you're hurting him!"
"That's the whole point my dear!" he replied clearly enjoying Clark's discomfort. "Now you can agree to marry me and I close this lid, or you can watch him suffer and we still marry. Which is it to be Lana?"
"Don't-do-it-" Clark said his body shaking in pain.
"Please Whitney, don't do this to him." Lana said tears coming down her cheeks. She knelt down on the floor next to Clark and lifted his head into her lap.
"You can stop this at any time Lana, you just have to say the word."
"I'll marry you," she said bitterly. "Now close that lid!"
"Splendid," Whitney said smiling as he flipped the lid down. "Guards."
The two guards who had brought Clark and Lana to the castle reentered the room. "Take him to the dungeons," Whitney instructed. The two guards stood on either side of Clark and lifted him by his arms. "If he gets out of hand just open this box. He'll be a good boy then," Whitney said patting Clark's head as if he were a dog.
Lana was still crying when they led Clark out of the room. Whitney walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Well Lana, I see we finally have some time alone. We are going to be very happy together," he said brushing her hair out of his face."
She stepped back from his touch. "You may be forcing me to marry you Whitney, but I want you to remember that every time you look at me, I'm thinking of nothing but how much I hate you. I will never love you and will despise you every day for the rest of my life."
"The rest of our lives is a long time Lana," Whitney said taking another step near her, "it will be plenty of time to bend you to my will." He put his hand on her throat, "I'd hate for anything bad to happen to you." He rubbed his fingers over her throat and then dropped his hand again. "Now be a good girl and go to your room. I'm assuming that you're going to need some time to prepare for the wedding tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Lana repeated stupidly.
"Yes my dear," a self satisfied grin crossed his face, "I explained to the king why we should be married in all haste. He quite agreed. Seems he didn't approve of your choice any more than I did."
"But we can't get married tomorrow Whitney!" Lana racked her brain rapidly for any excuse to delay the wedding for as long as possible, "I don't have a dress!"
Whitney quickly crushed her hopes of a delay, "That isn't going to be necessary, this isn't to be a public ceremony, it will only be the king, the priest and us. Now please, behave and go to your room."
Lana left then because she was didn't know how else to prolong the ceremony. She needed a few days to make sure that her letter got to Lex. If only she could delay it until he got back, Lex would never approve of what was going on. She was devastated at the thought of having to marry Whitney, but if it saved Clark's life, then it was worth it. As Lana climbed the stairs she remembered that Chloe had been left with Whitney the day before and she hadn't seen her since. She raced up the stairs to her room calling out, "Chloe," as she entered.
Chloe was sitting by the window. "Oh you're back," was all she said.
"Chloe," Lana said sitting next to her, "are you alright? Did Whitney do anything to you?"
"No, I'm fine, why would Whitney do anything to me?" Chloe replied.
"Chloe, I'm sorry about yesterday, I don't know what Whitney did to make you tell him where I was, but I'll straighten this whole thing out."
Chloe snorted, "You'll sort this out." Her voice was full of contempt; "Whitney didn't do anything to me yesterday. I went to find him and tell him."
"You did what?" Lana asked outraged. "Chloe why would you do this?"
"Why? Because," she said relishing every word, "you can't have everything you want."
"Get out," fury was quickly rising in Lana, "I can't believe you betrayed me! To think that I was worried about you all last night!"
"I'm sure you were, all cozy in the Kent house. I bet you were worried sick."
"I said get out."
Chloe shook her head, "fine, I'm leaving. Besides, after tomorrow you'll be with Whitney and I'll be left to pick up the pieces of Clark's broken heart." She gave Lana an evil smile and walked out the door.
Chloe decided she'd go down to see Clark. She figured that they'd have him in the dungeons so that he wouldn't disturb anyone else in the castle. When she got to the entrance of the dungeon she stopped at the sound of Whitney's voice.
"And so Clark, as long as you're around, I can't expect Lana's attention to be focused on me," Whitney was saying, "and while you could never expect to compete with me, I think she'll have an easier time moving on if she didn't have you as a constant reminder at the end of the grounds. So, tomorrow after the wedding, it's all over for you."
Chloe gasped. What was he saying? He promised that he wouldn't hurt Clark. Chloe heard Whitney talking to the guards, "I'll send someone tomorrow to take care of the situation." Then she heard him coming up the stairs.
She didn't waste any time when she saw him. "You said you wouldn't hurt him!"
"Well Chloe, seems to me like you trusted the wrong man." He patted her cheek condescendingly, "It's all over now and Clark Kent won't be a bother to me any more." He started walking away and called out over his shoulder, "Oh, I wouldn't try seeing him, the guards have strict orders not to let anyone pass."
Chloe stood there stunned. She hadn't been expecting this. What was she going to do? She didn't want Clark to die. Tears started to fall down Chloe's face. How could she have been so stupid? Now because of her jealousy Clark was going to die. She couldn't let that happen. She ran back upstairs to Lana's room. Lana was still sitting on the couch crying.
"I thought I told you to get out!" she yelled when she saw Chloe enter.
"Lana, they're going to kill Clark, tomorrow, after the wedding!"
"Oh my God," Lana said standing up.
Chloe started pacing the room, "I'm sorry that I let this happen, but we have to save him! We can't just let him die!"
"Calm down Chloe we have to think." Lana pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Maybe I can sneak down there and see what the situation is-"
"It's no good," Chloe said more tears coming down her face, "there are guards posted and they aren't to let anyone in until tomorrow when Whitney sends someone to 'take care of the situation.'"
'Think Lana, think!' She didn't know what to do and time was running out, if she didn't think of something to do by the next morning then Clark would be dead.
A/N: Left you all with a bit of a cliffhanger! The situation seems precarious. How will Lana save her man? I don't know yet either, but I'm sure that it will come to me! Until then ciao!
~Chapter 8~
Clark woke up later that evening feeling better. His mother forced him to eat some soup that she had made before she and Jonathan went upstairs to bed. Lana stayed downstairs with Clark.
"How are you feeling Clark?" she asked.
"I'm OK," he replied, "I'm sorry that you had to go through that Lana," he said looking at her.
"Clark, this wasn't your fault, there was nothing either of us could have done to keep Whitney from doing what he did."
"I know, but then I was on the ground and I couldn't do anything. What if he had tried to do something to you?" He put his arm around Lana and pulled her close to him.
"I'm glad that I was at least there," she said pulling her legs up on the couch and leaning in more closely to Clark, "who knows what could have happened if it had just been you and Whitney out there. You could have gotten really hurt." Lana shuddered just thinking about it.
"You're not mad at me are you?" Clark asked tentatively.
"Why would I be mad?"
"Because I didn't tell you about. . .you know, what I could do," he said.
"Well, after your parents told me, I was a little shocked," she answered honestly, "but I wasn't angry with you or anything. Just saddened that you have to hide who you are. I do understand why you have to do it."
"Thank you for understanding Lana," Clark said.
They sat there talking for a while longer before Lana suggested going to bed. "You've had a stressful day," she said, reluctantly pulling herself away from Clark, "you really should get some more rest."
Clark sighed and got up. He didn't really want to go to bed just yet. He was perfectly content to sit there with Lana all night. He followed her up the stairs and walked her to her room.
"Thank you. I didn't tell you that before. You saved my life," he told her as she opened the bedroom door.
Lana looked up at him and smiled, "A girls got to do what she can to protect her best interest."
Clark smiled back, then leaned down and kissed her. With superhuman effort he pulled back. Wishing her a good night he turned and walked down the hall back to his room.
The next morning Lana woke up early to write a note to Lex. She went over to the vanity in the room and was lucky to find some writing material in one of the drawers. She sat at the vanity and wrote out a quick note.
Lex,
Please return as soon as you can. Things with Whitney are getting out of control and there isn't anyone else here who can help me. I'm all right at the moment and am staying with the Kents. I will await your return here.
Lana
Lana folded the letter and placed it in an envelope. After she wrote Lex's address on it, she sat back in her chair. How would she get it to Lex? She didn't want to risk walking over to the castle to find a messenger. 'Jason!' she thought to herself remembering the Kent's stable hand. 'Of course, I know he'll send it for me.'
With that she got up and walked out of the room. It was still early, but she heard movement coming out of one of the bedrooms near by and figured that Mr. and Mrs. Kent were already up. She walked out of the house and in the direction of the stables.
Walking into the stables she called out, "Jason?" She heard sound coming from a stall at the far end of the stable and a moment later Jason emerged from one of the stalls.
"Well, Miss Lana, how good to see you!" he said smiling when he saw her. "You're here awfully early this morning. What can I help you with Miss?" he asked when he reached her.
Lana liked Jason a lot. He was always kind to her whenever she'd visit the stables and always, as Clark had told her, asked after her whenever he saw Clark. "Good morning, Jason," she replied. "Actually, I need to know if you can do me a big favor. It's very important."
"Of course Miss, anything you need, I'll be happy to help."
"Thank you Jason." She quickly told him that she needed.
"I'll saddle a horse and leave right away then." He turned and started walking back toward the stable he had just exited. Lana started walking out of the stable, feeling happier than she had since the incident with Whitney had happened.
Anger filled her as she recalled what had happened. She wondered just what Whitney had done to Chloe to get her to tell him where Lana had gone. This was crossing the line. It was one thing to hound and pester her, but to go and get information from Chloe was just too much. She hoped that Chloe was safe and wasn't facing Whitney's wrath. She also wondered how long she would be able to stay safely at the Kents before Whitney came back to claim her.
Lana didn't have to wait long for the answer to that. When she got back to the Kent house, Mrs. Kent was already making breakfast. Lana helped her set the table and finish preparing breakfast.
Clark and Jonathan came into the dinning room and they ate. Towards the end of breakfast, there was a knock at the door. Everyone stiffened slightly and Jonathan got up to answer it followed by Clark.
When Jonathan opened the front door there were two palace guards on the other side. "What can I do for you?" Jonathan asked curtly.
"We are here for Lady Lana and Clark. We need them to come with us," one guard replied.
Lana and Martha had come into the room from the kitchen.
"What if Lana and Clark don't want to go with you?" Jonathan asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"Sir, we just need Lana and Clark, we are authorized to bring them to the castle using any means necessary," he said.
"Look, they aren't going anywhere with you, so you can get out of here," Jonathan said, reaching out to close the door.
One of the guards put out his arm to keep him from closing the door and pushed his way into the house. The other guard walked in and walked menacingly towards Jonathan.
"No, please don't!" yelled Lana, rushing forward. She put herself between Jonathan and the guard. "I'll go with you, just leave the Kents alone!"
"I'm sorry Miss," replied the guard, "but our orders are to bring you Clark with us."
"It's alright," Clark said turning toward his parents, "I'll go with them. I'll be OK."
Martha ran forward and pulled Clark into a hug. "Be careful Clark," she whispered in his ear.
Lana followed Clark and the guards out the door. She was worried about what was going to happen to them. What was Whitney planning to do? She had only just sent the note to Lex that morning; it would be days before anything would come of it.
The guards led them into a room where Whitney was waiting for them. He was leaning on top of which was a closed box. A cruel smile formed on his lips as they walked toward him. "I'm so glad you were able to join me."
"Enough of the small talk Whitney," Clark said crossing over to him and standing right in front of his face.
"Well, Clark," Whitney said standing up to his full height, "I just wanted to you to be the first to know that Lana and I are going to be getting married."
"What?" came Lana's shocked reply.
"It just so happens that the king has given me permission to marry you." He stepped around Clark and walked over to Lana, "Now we can be together Lana," he said taking her hand in his.
Lana pulled her hand away in disgust, "I will never marry you Whitney. You repulse me!"
A muscle twitched in Whitney's jaw. "I think you will soon see things differently."
"I don't think you heard me correctly. It is the king's pleasure that we marry."
"Listen to me Whitney, that is NEVER going to happen. I would just as soon be dead!"
Whitney leaned in close to Lana's face and said in a cold calm voice, "That can be arranged."
"That's enough Whitney," Clark said coming up behind him.
"Oh Clark," he said turning around. "I almost forgot about you." He walked back to the desk. "Unfortunately, you aren't invited to the wedding."
"Whitney, understand once and for all that there is going to be no wedding. Lana is not going to be marrying you."
"And I suppose you're going to stop me," Whitney said in a patronizing voice.
"If I have to. I'll do whatever it takes to keep Lana away from you."
"Well then," Whitney said, his voice dripping with venom, "I guess it's a good thing I have this."
Whitney opened the lid and Clark saw the familiar green glow. He instantly fell to the floor. "Clark!" Lana cried out. "Stop it Whitney, you're hurting him!"
"That's the whole point my dear!" he replied clearly enjoying Clark's discomfort. "Now you can agree to marry me and I close this lid, or you can watch him suffer and we still marry. Which is it to be Lana?"
"Don't-do-it-" Clark said his body shaking in pain.
"Please Whitney, don't do this to him." Lana said tears coming down her cheeks. She knelt down on the floor next to Clark and lifted his head into her lap.
"You can stop this at any time Lana, you just have to say the word."
"I'll marry you," she said bitterly. "Now close that lid!"
"Splendid," Whitney said smiling as he flipped the lid down. "Guards."
The two guards who had brought Clark and Lana to the castle reentered the room. "Take him to the dungeons," Whitney instructed. The two guards stood on either side of Clark and lifted him by his arms. "If he gets out of hand just open this box. He'll be a good boy then," Whitney said patting Clark's head as if he were a dog.
Lana was still crying when they led Clark out of the room. Whitney walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Well Lana, I see we finally have some time alone. We are going to be very happy together," he said brushing her hair out of his face."
She stepped back from his touch. "You may be forcing me to marry you Whitney, but I want you to remember that every time you look at me, I'm thinking of nothing but how much I hate you. I will never love you and will despise you every day for the rest of my life."
"The rest of our lives is a long time Lana," Whitney said taking another step near her, "it will be plenty of time to bend you to my will." He put his hand on her throat, "I'd hate for anything bad to happen to you." He rubbed his fingers over her throat and then dropped his hand again. "Now be a good girl and go to your room. I'm assuming that you're going to need some time to prepare for the wedding tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Lana repeated stupidly.
"Yes my dear," a self satisfied grin crossed his face, "I explained to the king why we should be married in all haste. He quite agreed. Seems he didn't approve of your choice any more than I did."
"But we can't get married tomorrow Whitney!" Lana racked her brain rapidly for any excuse to delay the wedding for as long as possible, "I don't have a dress!"
Whitney quickly crushed her hopes of a delay, "That isn't going to be necessary, this isn't to be a public ceremony, it will only be the king, the priest and us. Now please, behave and go to your room."
Lana left then because she was didn't know how else to prolong the ceremony. She needed a few days to make sure that her letter got to Lex. If only she could delay it until he got back, Lex would never approve of what was going on. She was devastated at the thought of having to marry Whitney, but if it saved Clark's life, then it was worth it. As Lana climbed the stairs she remembered that Chloe had been left with Whitney the day before and she hadn't seen her since. She raced up the stairs to her room calling out, "Chloe," as she entered.
Chloe was sitting by the window. "Oh you're back," was all she said.
"Chloe," Lana said sitting next to her, "are you alright? Did Whitney do anything to you?"
"No, I'm fine, why would Whitney do anything to me?" Chloe replied.
"Chloe, I'm sorry about yesterday, I don't know what Whitney did to make you tell him where I was, but I'll straighten this whole thing out."
Chloe snorted, "You'll sort this out." Her voice was full of contempt; "Whitney didn't do anything to me yesterday. I went to find him and tell him."
"You did what?" Lana asked outraged. "Chloe why would you do this?"
"Why? Because," she said relishing every word, "you can't have everything you want."
"Get out," fury was quickly rising in Lana, "I can't believe you betrayed me! To think that I was worried about you all last night!"
"I'm sure you were, all cozy in the Kent house. I bet you were worried sick."
"I said get out."
Chloe shook her head, "fine, I'm leaving. Besides, after tomorrow you'll be with Whitney and I'll be left to pick up the pieces of Clark's broken heart." She gave Lana an evil smile and walked out the door.
Chloe decided she'd go down to see Clark. She figured that they'd have him in the dungeons so that he wouldn't disturb anyone else in the castle. When she got to the entrance of the dungeon she stopped at the sound of Whitney's voice.
"And so Clark, as long as you're around, I can't expect Lana's attention to be focused on me," Whitney was saying, "and while you could never expect to compete with me, I think she'll have an easier time moving on if she didn't have you as a constant reminder at the end of the grounds. So, tomorrow after the wedding, it's all over for you."
Chloe gasped. What was he saying? He promised that he wouldn't hurt Clark. Chloe heard Whitney talking to the guards, "I'll send someone tomorrow to take care of the situation." Then she heard him coming up the stairs.
She didn't waste any time when she saw him. "You said you wouldn't hurt him!"
"Well Chloe, seems to me like you trusted the wrong man." He patted her cheek condescendingly, "It's all over now and Clark Kent won't be a bother to me any more." He started walking away and called out over his shoulder, "Oh, I wouldn't try seeing him, the guards have strict orders not to let anyone pass."
Chloe stood there stunned. She hadn't been expecting this. What was she going to do? She didn't want Clark to die. Tears started to fall down Chloe's face. How could she have been so stupid? Now because of her jealousy Clark was going to die. She couldn't let that happen. She ran back upstairs to Lana's room. Lana was still sitting on the couch crying.
"I thought I told you to get out!" she yelled when she saw Chloe enter.
"Lana, they're going to kill Clark, tomorrow, after the wedding!"
"Oh my God," Lana said standing up.
Chloe started pacing the room, "I'm sorry that I let this happen, but we have to save him! We can't just let him die!"
"Calm down Chloe we have to think." Lana pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Maybe I can sneak down there and see what the situation is-"
"It's no good," Chloe said more tears coming down her face, "there are guards posted and they aren't to let anyone in until tomorrow when Whitney sends someone to 'take care of the situation.'"
'Think Lana, think!' She didn't know what to do and time was running out, if she didn't think of something to do by the next morning then Clark would be dead.
A/N: Left you all with a bit of a cliffhanger! The situation seems precarious. How will Lana save her man? I don't know yet either, but I'm sure that it will come to me! Until then ciao!