*~A/N
Hey everyone, I'm Crise, nice to meet ya. :D
With all of the simply marvelous fics out there, I figured I'd give my own shot at it. Granted, I haven't written in a while, and this is my first time posting a fic here, so be gentle.
Also, btw, this is roughly after Rosetta, and will not really follow the timeline or certain abilities from the show in almost any way. hehe, you'll see why.
Other than that, I'll try and get as much as I can posted now. And don't fret, there's plenty of clark/lana goodness coming very soon. Please, PLEASE, R/R. I'll love you forever. Enjoy!~* Crise
Time and Time Again
Chapter 1:
Sunrises And Time Flying.....Literally.
The sun rose over the Kent farm gradually that Saturday morning, spilling it's brilliance abundantly over the fields of corn; giving the surrounding lands a purely golden tint. Birds were chirping, the sky was as clear as an expensive diamond, and every now and then, a cow's call echoed through the countryside. One could easily mispercieve today for spring, though it was actually early September. It seemed like there was no place the sun did not touch......including the open window of the loft.
'Dammit, I really have to remember to close that door.' Clark thought groggily as the sun beat down upon his eyes; and he would have the night before, save for the fact that would even diminish even the slightest chance to see her. He smiled, his thoughts drifting back to his dreams.
Lana Lang.....
God, what he wouldn't give to take back all the times he had hurt her, and show her the depths of what true love really was. If only he had the right chance, he'd jump on it for sure, now. He was tired of constantly hiding what he was; who he was, and most of all, how he felt. If only he could.......
Out of nowhere, the most shrill sound he had ever heard in his life pierced his ears.
"What the....." he exclaimed, putting his hands to his ears. He lashed out at the nearest possible thing, and as quickly as it began, the noise ceased. Still not yet awake from the night before, he tried focusing his eyes and looking around, jokingly wondering what exactly it was that met such a horrible fate at his hands
"You know, you may have superhuman hearing, but those clock's don't exactly fix themselves, Clark," came a stern voice from behind him. He quickly whipped around, and blushed immediately at the sight.
"Nor are they cheap." said the voice, suddenly beaming with mirth.
There, not even 5 feet away, stood Johnathan Kent, smiling at his son's discomfort, (and embarrassment, not to mention) and the fact Clark's not-even-a-day old alarm clock, was now smashed about the loft.
This was getting so out of hand, smply amusing was the only word Johnathan could think of to describe it. Ever since Clark's return from New York, he had changed, and yet, in Father Kent's eyes, he was still the same 4-year old boy. Of course, this wasn't particularly all peachy and normal as most people would be led to believe. Not every 4-year old boy can lift a tractor, while not even a mere second later, run around the barn at least 6 times before the tractor even hit the surface. But that was then, Clark was a grown man, now. Eighteen, and a smile that could easily seduce any woman he flashed it too without even speaking a word.
'He may not be my biological son, but he certainly has the legendary Kent Charm' Johnathan thought amusedly to himself.
"I'm sorry, Dad. That's the eighth one. I guess I'm still a little jumpy from the trip." Clark admitted sheepishly. "I know it's been six months, but still, it's kind of hard to get over the fact that not only am I not from around here, but the last of my kind."
At that, his head bowed slightly, and instantly, Johnathan knew what his son was feeling. How do you take he knowledge your entire race is gone? Nobody, especially a young man as good-hearted as Clark was should ever have to experience that kind of pain. He might not be from another planet, but he knew that, as a father, he could try and console his son the best he could. He walked up to his son, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Listen, Son, I know that you're hurting inside, but you should also remember, you're not alone, nor will you ever be" he said in such a soothing voice, Clark quickly stamped out the sarcastic retort he was going to say. Instead, Clark smiled, and simply uttered a quick, "thanks, Dad."
Johnathan once again resumed his quiet, yet cheerful smile, and he patted Clark on the back, replying, "Don't mention it. Besides, you've still got to clean up and do your chores. Don't think you can weasel your way out of it with me; I'm not your mother" he threw that last line in complete jest, and quickly, Clark stood up.
"I'd certainly hope not. Well, off to work!" he exclaimed, and with a quick rustle and a gust of wind, he was gone, not that it would take that long for him to finish. Five minutes was a slow day for Clark Kent to clean the stables, checkup on the animals, and countless other things which would take any ordinary human being hours to complete. But again, he said to himself, Clark wasn't exactly human....
"He was a godsend." Martha Kent said to herself, almost literally glowing at the quick flash of what she knew could only be Clark. He had grown so well, and was quickly on his way to aspiring to greatness, like she knew he would.
Just then, a soft rap at the screen door jostled her out of her thoughts.
"Hello, Mrs. Kent, " came a sweet voice from the other side.
"Lana, hello. What brings you to our house?" Martha asked politely, a little tense that she might have seen Clark whisk away like a speeding bullet. One look at her face, though, and she could tell she hadn't seen anything.
"I was actually wondering if Clark was free today. I need some help around the stables," she replied, "sadly, I can't get to the horses today. They're extra jumpy for some reason, and Clark seems to have a way of calming them down."
Mrs. Kent smiled at this. She knew why, but she couldn't tell Lana the truth. Not too long ago, that strange girl Kyla had somehow taught Clark the ability to talk to animals, and though it was useful, it was a dear price to pay. She swiftly pushed the thought away, and came back to the task at hand.
Lana looked at Mrs. Kent quizzically, wondering why she suddenly became so quiet.
"Um....I could just look for him...." she started, and almostt jumped out the nearest window as Clark's mother quickly yelled out, "No!"
Embarrased, she composed herself as quickly as possible. 'Have to keep up appearances.' she told herself.
"I mean, um.....no, Lana. Clark's out tending our animals right now, and they, too have gotten pretty jumpy;" which she quickly added,"I wouldn't want to see you get hurt."
Lana simply smiled at the end of that. The Kents had seemingly taken her in as one of their own, and that had meant the world. It's not that her aunt Nell was a bad parent; she simply had her own life, and even though she wanted to, they just didn't connect as Parent/Child. It was more of a Guardian/Responsibility, and even though she didn't intend to, she knew it hurt inside. But the Kents had just welcomed her in.
"Tell you what, Lana." Martha spoke, "how about you have a seat, and you can partake in the infamous Martha Kent Apple/Cinnamon Pie?"
Almost as fast as Mrs. Kent had said told her not to go out looking for Clark, Lana hurriedly agreed. There was no man, woman, child, animal, etc., that could resist what was surely the world's finest dessert.
They were enjoying a very lovely conversation over the pie and peppermint tea, when a voice suddenly broke the merry reverie.
"Hey mom, have you seen Dad's sledgehammer? He wants to repost the fence, and though I told him I could do it easily by hand........LANA!!" Clark almost passed out right then and there. 'Oh, crap.....'
"Um....Clark, I didn't know someone could drive a half foot thick post in the ground with their hands," Lana said, looking at him, very confused.
"um.........", was all Clark could stammer out.
How the hell was he going to get out of this one?
hello again, everyone. I can't say it enough, but thank you so much for the reviews, you're all the greatest. so much that I decided to brave stepping out of bed and update another one. hope you enjoy.
Crise
Hey everyone, I'm Crise, nice to meet ya. :D
With all of the simply marvelous fics out there, I figured I'd give my own shot at it. Granted, I haven't written in a while, and this is my first time posting a fic here, so be gentle.
Also, btw, this is roughly after Rosetta, and will not really follow the timeline or certain abilities from the show in almost any way. hehe, you'll see why.
Other than that, I'll try and get as much as I can posted now. And don't fret, there's plenty of clark/lana goodness coming very soon. Please, PLEASE, R/R. I'll love you forever. Enjoy!~* Crise
Time and Time Again
Chapter 1:
Sunrises And Time Flying.....Literally.
The sun rose over the Kent farm gradually that Saturday morning, spilling it's brilliance abundantly over the fields of corn; giving the surrounding lands a purely golden tint. Birds were chirping, the sky was as clear as an expensive diamond, and every now and then, a cow's call echoed through the countryside. One could easily mispercieve today for spring, though it was actually early September. It seemed like there was no place the sun did not touch......including the open window of the loft.
'Dammit, I really have to remember to close that door.' Clark thought groggily as the sun beat down upon his eyes; and he would have the night before, save for the fact that would even diminish even the slightest chance to see her. He smiled, his thoughts drifting back to his dreams.
Lana Lang.....
God, what he wouldn't give to take back all the times he had hurt her, and show her the depths of what true love really was. If only he had the right chance, he'd jump on it for sure, now. He was tired of constantly hiding what he was; who he was, and most of all, how he felt. If only he could.......
Out of nowhere, the most shrill sound he had ever heard in his life pierced his ears.
"What the....." he exclaimed, putting his hands to his ears. He lashed out at the nearest possible thing, and as quickly as it began, the noise ceased. Still not yet awake from the night before, he tried focusing his eyes and looking around, jokingly wondering what exactly it was that met such a horrible fate at his hands
"You know, you may have superhuman hearing, but those clock's don't exactly fix themselves, Clark," came a stern voice from behind him. He quickly whipped around, and blushed immediately at the sight.
"Nor are they cheap." said the voice, suddenly beaming with mirth.
There, not even 5 feet away, stood Johnathan Kent, smiling at his son's discomfort, (and embarrassment, not to mention) and the fact Clark's not-even-a-day old alarm clock, was now smashed about the loft.
This was getting so out of hand, smply amusing was the only word Johnathan could think of to describe it. Ever since Clark's return from New York, he had changed, and yet, in Father Kent's eyes, he was still the same 4-year old boy. Of course, this wasn't particularly all peachy and normal as most people would be led to believe. Not every 4-year old boy can lift a tractor, while not even a mere second later, run around the barn at least 6 times before the tractor even hit the surface. But that was then, Clark was a grown man, now. Eighteen, and a smile that could easily seduce any woman he flashed it too without even speaking a word.
'He may not be my biological son, but he certainly has the legendary Kent Charm' Johnathan thought amusedly to himself.
"I'm sorry, Dad. That's the eighth one. I guess I'm still a little jumpy from the trip." Clark admitted sheepishly. "I know it's been six months, but still, it's kind of hard to get over the fact that not only am I not from around here, but the last of my kind."
At that, his head bowed slightly, and instantly, Johnathan knew what his son was feeling. How do you take he knowledge your entire race is gone? Nobody, especially a young man as good-hearted as Clark was should ever have to experience that kind of pain. He might not be from another planet, but he knew that, as a father, he could try and console his son the best he could. He walked up to his son, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Listen, Son, I know that you're hurting inside, but you should also remember, you're not alone, nor will you ever be" he said in such a soothing voice, Clark quickly stamped out the sarcastic retort he was going to say. Instead, Clark smiled, and simply uttered a quick, "thanks, Dad."
Johnathan once again resumed his quiet, yet cheerful smile, and he patted Clark on the back, replying, "Don't mention it. Besides, you've still got to clean up and do your chores. Don't think you can weasel your way out of it with me; I'm not your mother" he threw that last line in complete jest, and quickly, Clark stood up.
"I'd certainly hope not. Well, off to work!" he exclaimed, and with a quick rustle and a gust of wind, he was gone, not that it would take that long for him to finish. Five minutes was a slow day for Clark Kent to clean the stables, checkup on the animals, and countless other things which would take any ordinary human being hours to complete. But again, he said to himself, Clark wasn't exactly human....
"He was a godsend." Martha Kent said to herself, almost literally glowing at the quick flash of what she knew could only be Clark. He had grown so well, and was quickly on his way to aspiring to greatness, like she knew he would.
Just then, a soft rap at the screen door jostled her out of her thoughts.
"Hello, Mrs. Kent, " came a sweet voice from the other side.
"Lana, hello. What brings you to our house?" Martha asked politely, a little tense that she might have seen Clark whisk away like a speeding bullet. One look at her face, though, and she could tell she hadn't seen anything.
"I was actually wondering if Clark was free today. I need some help around the stables," she replied, "sadly, I can't get to the horses today. They're extra jumpy for some reason, and Clark seems to have a way of calming them down."
Mrs. Kent smiled at this. She knew why, but she couldn't tell Lana the truth. Not too long ago, that strange girl Kyla had somehow taught Clark the ability to talk to animals, and though it was useful, it was a dear price to pay. She swiftly pushed the thought away, and came back to the task at hand.
Lana looked at Mrs. Kent quizzically, wondering why she suddenly became so quiet.
"Um....I could just look for him...." she started, and almostt jumped out the nearest window as Clark's mother quickly yelled out, "No!"
Embarrased, she composed herself as quickly as possible. 'Have to keep up appearances.' she told herself.
"I mean, um.....no, Lana. Clark's out tending our animals right now, and they, too have gotten pretty jumpy;" which she quickly added,"I wouldn't want to see you get hurt."
Lana simply smiled at the end of that. The Kents had seemingly taken her in as one of their own, and that had meant the world. It's not that her aunt Nell was a bad parent; she simply had her own life, and even though she wanted to, they just didn't connect as Parent/Child. It was more of a Guardian/Responsibility, and even though she didn't intend to, she knew it hurt inside. But the Kents had just welcomed her in.
"Tell you what, Lana." Martha spoke, "how about you have a seat, and you can partake in the infamous Martha Kent Apple/Cinnamon Pie?"
Almost as fast as Mrs. Kent had said told her not to go out looking for Clark, Lana hurriedly agreed. There was no man, woman, child, animal, etc., that could resist what was surely the world's finest dessert.
They were enjoying a very lovely conversation over the pie and peppermint tea, when a voice suddenly broke the merry reverie.
"Hey mom, have you seen Dad's sledgehammer? He wants to repost the fence, and though I told him I could do it easily by hand........LANA!!" Clark almost passed out right then and there. 'Oh, crap.....'
"Um....Clark, I didn't know someone could drive a half foot thick post in the ground with their hands," Lana said, looking at him, very confused.
"um.........", was all Clark could stammer out.
How the hell was he going to get out of this one?
hello again, everyone. I can't say it enough, but thank you so much for the reviews, you're all the greatest. so much that I decided to brave stepping out of bed and update another one. hope you enjoy.
Crise