Chapter 2
A Fairy Princess' Three Wishes
"Well, Clark?" Lana said, looking somewhat pleased that she had finally caught him. 'Just tell me, Clark. I won't run away.' she thought to herself.
Looking over at his mother, he could do nothing but stammer out a variety of "uh...well, you see, actually, um......"
Just then, Martha let out a nervous laugh, and looking at Clark sternly, she said, "Lana, you know Clark. Boys will be boys." Looking back at Lana, and still seeing the look of disbelief on her face, she added, "All of them want to be a superman. You were just kidding around, weren't you, Clark?" finally stressing the end of the sentence, as she shot him a glance that said 'you're in So much trouble.'
"Um....yeah, Mom, of course I was." he laughed it off nervously, though inside, it felt like he had just been stabbed with a kryptonite knife in the heart. He really hated lying to the people he loved, and most of all, the one person he knew he wanted more than anything. He knew this for a fact; this wasn't just "young love", or whatever it was his father had told him, but something destined.
"Well then, I guess that's that, huh?" Lana said with a sigh, looking at Clark. She knew he was lying, and even though she knew he probably had a very good reason, she couldn't help but think to herself how much it hurt. It wasn't the fact he lied to her on almost a constant basis, as much as the fact she felt the way she did about him. She had always believed she and Clark were meant to be together, and even though he seemed to unconciously flirt with her all the time, she wondered why he didn't just tell her how he felt.
"So....Lana, it's that I'm not happy to see you over here, but what do I owe the pleasure?" Clark asked, taking advantage of her momentary lapse of thought on the subject.
"Well, I was wondering if you could come help me with the horses. They are getting very grumpy, and you always have a way of talking them down. I know it's early, and it's Saturday..." she trailed off, flashing him a smile he thought surely could have knocked him out.
"As you wish, Lady Lana. All you had to do is ask." he said, bowing in an old-world style.
'Show-off.' thought Mrs. Kent amusedly. "Well Clark, you better get a move on it; your father should be coming in from the field soon, and you're not missing dinner tonight. TV dinners aren't good nourishment for a growing boy, especially when eating by himself up in the loft."
"Mom......." Clark groaned out, immensely embarrased. 'Growing boy.....right. Did you have to say it like that.'
Lana merely giggled, and glancing back at Martha, she replied, "Aww, don't worry about him, Mrs. Kent, I'll have him back before it gets dark."
"Did I miss something? I didn't know it was Rail On Clark day at the Kent household." Clark said, wishing he could simply vanish from the face of the planet at that moment.
"Oh come on, Clark. You know we're kidding around. You should know all about that?" replied Lana. He knew what she was implying, but he couldn't let her onto it.
"Uh-huh, let's go get those horses before this improv roast goes any further." he told her, walking up and opening the door for Lana in a very stately demeanor, while adding "My lady...." as he bowed again.
"Why thank you, kind sir." she laughingly said in return, all the while mock-curtseying
"Have fun, you two." Martha yelled out the window as they bounded down the dirt road.
'Ah, young love.' she sighed, thinking to herself how unfair it was to Clark. 'He deserves to live a normal life. We just can't afford to give it to him yet.'
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As the two began walking away from the farm, the silence between them grew uneasy, and fast. Not that she didn't want to be around him, just sometimes, he seemed like she was the only thing on his mind, and others like she was the furthest.
"Do you remember the first time we met, Clark?" she finally spoke up, just randomly picking thoughts out of her head.
He chuckled slightly at the mention of The Day.
"Of course I do. How could I forget? It's not every day you meet a fairy......or a princess.....or both, for that matter." he mentioned with a smile.
They both began to laugh then. She would always remember the day she met the mysterious, and quite handsome Clark Kent. Not to mention it being the day she knew that from the moment the little 7-year old shaggy haired boy that had walked in with his mother into Nell's flower shop was someone special.
(October, 1993)
"Now Clark, remember. Gentle hands, and no running fast, okay?" Martha said quietly to her new son, as he nodded in reply. Anyone walking by couldn't help but notice the glow about her face, and the newfound sense of pride she held. Finally, after so many years, she had a child of her own. Though the circumstances were a little out of the ordinary, she didn't think she could have loved this child any more if she had tried. Still, she worried about him. She had tried to teach him to speak for two years now, and all he would ever do is mutter an occasional word, or his name. 'Maybe he couldn't speak, or could only communicate telepathically?' she wondered. Though this would normally seem ludicrous, but with a child that had literally fallen from the sky, she believed anything was possible.
Upon walking in the store, Clark's sense were bombarded with a wide array of new smells. He had smelled the daisies and daffodils from the farm, but these were completely different. He watched his mother start talking with another woman, and as any other 7 year boy would, he decided to look around. So many colors, and shapes; it was like he had magically traveled to the fairytale land his mother had told him about. All this, and yet for some reason, his attention had suddenly been transfixed upon what could very well be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his young life.
"Hello, something wrong?" said the new object of his attention. He could do nothing but stand there, mouth agape, as the girl had slowly walked up to him, waving her hand in front of his face slowly. "I'm Lana Lang. What's yours?"
"um.....C..C..Clark." he slowly spoke, smiling as he finally understood why his mom had stressed him to speak so much, or at least, why he wanted to all of the sudden. "Clark Kent."
"Wanna come play with me? I'm playing Fairy Princess, and my Aunt Nell said I can grant wishes." she said, smiling at this new boy who, for some reason, seemed different to her from any of the other boys she'd met.
'Boys are gross, and they smell funny,' she always told Nell, though she would simply laugh and say 'Someday, Lana, you'll feel different.'
"Um....sure." Clark said, wondering to himself why exactly he agreed. Fairy Princess? He liked G.I. Joe's and Hot Wheels, not this stupid pink fairy stuff. And yet.....he couldn't help himself. He felt like he would do anything this girl asked him, and though it seemed scary at first, he realized for some reason, he liked this feeling. Lana grabbed him by the hand, and led him over to the spot she was playing at. They sat there and giggled as she waved her little wand over him, and said, "Okay, now you have to make three wishes."
He sat there in thought, and then he lit up as he said, "I wish......I wish.....I wish I had a big doggy!"
He said it with so much glee, Lana couldn't help but giggle. "What will you name him?"
"Um......I dunno. I didn't think 'bout that." he said, feeling somewhat foolish.
"It's okay, you can call him something after you get to know him." she said, smiling again at him. Why was he suddenly feeling so weird? He felt like he had run around the barn like he used to, making himself dizzy.....and yet, he really liked this feeling.
"What else do you wish for?" she asked him, wondering why she kept smiling at this boy she'd only known for minutes, and why she had the biggest urge to look down every two seconds.
"Uh.....candy! I want candy! Lots of candy." he said, again almost exploding with such enthusiasm. He knew they were playing make-believe, but he could still hope.
"Kay. Last wish. What do you want, Clark?" she said, waving her wand around his head again.
He sat there for a long time, thinking. When he finally figured it out, he only muttered, "It's a secret." Noticing her pout, he then said. "It's okay, you'll see."
Martha smiled as she watched all of this unfold before her eyes. Her son had not only known how to speak, but he had also met a new friend. She was also a little surprised that, given Clark's social experience, his ability to make a new friend so quickly. It was a good thing Lana and Nell lived just down the street. Maybe they could play again sometime.
"Come on, Clark, we have to go. Say goodbye to Lana." she said, making her way to the door.
"Um....bye, Lana." he said sheepishly, and his eyes almost popped out of his head when she came up and kissed him on the cheek. "What was that for?" he asked, not really minding all that much, but still curious nonetheless.
"I dunno. Just cause, I guess. Bye Clark," she said, going back to her dolls.
He then ran up to his mother, and began walking out the door with her. "So Clark," his mother began, "what did you wish for?"
He looked at her for a second, and then looked back into the shop. He motioned his mother to come closer, and when she kneeled down, he whispered in her ear.
She smiled a grand smile as he told her these things, and knew then her son was going to be just fine.
He wished for a dog, a never-ending supply of candy......
And Lana Lang.
*~Well, I'm about to pass out again, but please, lemme know what you think. I wasn't sure how to write the younger scene, but I think it came out well. And to anyone who might be wondering, the present day clana will come soon. good things come to those who wait.~*
A Fairy Princess' Three Wishes
"Well, Clark?" Lana said, looking somewhat pleased that she had finally caught him. 'Just tell me, Clark. I won't run away.' she thought to herself.
Looking over at his mother, he could do nothing but stammer out a variety of "uh...well, you see, actually, um......"
Just then, Martha let out a nervous laugh, and looking at Clark sternly, she said, "Lana, you know Clark. Boys will be boys." Looking back at Lana, and still seeing the look of disbelief on her face, she added, "All of them want to be a superman. You were just kidding around, weren't you, Clark?" finally stressing the end of the sentence, as she shot him a glance that said 'you're in So much trouble.'
"Um....yeah, Mom, of course I was." he laughed it off nervously, though inside, it felt like he had just been stabbed with a kryptonite knife in the heart. He really hated lying to the people he loved, and most of all, the one person he knew he wanted more than anything. He knew this for a fact; this wasn't just "young love", or whatever it was his father had told him, but something destined.
"Well then, I guess that's that, huh?" Lana said with a sigh, looking at Clark. She knew he was lying, and even though she knew he probably had a very good reason, she couldn't help but think to herself how much it hurt. It wasn't the fact he lied to her on almost a constant basis, as much as the fact she felt the way she did about him. She had always believed she and Clark were meant to be together, and even though he seemed to unconciously flirt with her all the time, she wondered why he didn't just tell her how he felt.
"So....Lana, it's that I'm not happy to see you over here, but what do I owe the pleasure?" Clark asked, taking advantage of her momentary lapse of thought on the subject.
"Well, I was wondering if you could come help me with the horses. They are getting very grumpy, and you always have a way of talking them down. I know it's early, and it's Saturday..." she trailed off, flashing him a smile he thought surely could have knocked him out.
"As you wish, Lady Lana. All you had to do is ask." he said, bowing in an old-world style.
'Show-off.' thought Mrs. Kent amusedly. "Well Clark, you better get a move on it; your father should be coming in from the field soon, and you're not missing dinner tonight. TV dinners aren't good nourishment for a growing boy, especially when eating by himself up in the loft."
"Mom......." Clark groaned out, immensely embarrased. 'Growing boy.....right. Did you have to say it like that.'
Lana merely giggled, and glancing back at Martha, she replied, "Aww, don't worry about him, Mrs. Kent, I'll have him back before it gets dark."
"Did I miss something? I didn't know it was Rail On Clark day at the Kent household." Clark said, wishing he could simply vanish from the face of the planet at that moment.
"Oh come on, Clark. You know we're kidding around. You should know all about that?" replied Lana. He knew what she was implying, but he couldn't let her onto it.
"Uh-huh, let's go get those horses before this improv roast goes any further." he told her, walking up and opening the door for Lana in a very stately demeanor, while adding "My lady...." as he bowed again.
"Why thank you, kind sir." she laughingly said in return, all the while mock-curtseying
"Have fun, you two." Martha yelled out the window as they bounded down the dirt road.
'Ah, young love.' she sighed, thinking to herself how unfair it was to Clark. 'He deserves to live a normal life. We just can't afford to give it to him yet.'
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As the two began walking away from the farm, the silence between them grew uneasy, and fast. Not that she didn't want to be around him, just sometimes, he seemed like she was the only thing on his mind, and others like she was the furthest.
"Do you remember the first time we met, Clark?" she finally spoke up, just randomly picking thoughts out of her head.
He chuckled slightly at the mention of The Day.
"Of course I do. How could I forget? It's not every day you meet a fairy......or a princess.....or both, for that matter." he mentioned with a smile.
They both began to laugh then. She would always remember the day she met the mysterious, and quite handsome Clark Kent. Not to mention it being the day she knew that from the moment the little 7-year old shaggy haired boy that had walked in with his mother into Nell's flower shop was someone special.
(October, 1993)
"Now Clark, remember. Gentle hands, and no running fast, okay?" Martha said quietly to her new son, as he nodded in reply. Anyone walking by couldn't help but notice the glow about her face, and the newfound sense of pride she held. Finally, after so many years, she had a child of her own. Though the circumstances were a little out of the ordinary, she didn't think she could have loved this child any more if she had tried. Still, she worried about him. She had tried to teach him to speak for two years now, and all he would ever do is mutter an occasional word, or his name. 'Maybe he couldn't speak, or could only communicate telepathically?' she wondered. Though this would normally seem ludicrous, but with a child that had literally fallen from the sky, she believed anything was possible.
Upon walking in the store, Clark's sense were bombarded with a wide array of new smells. He had smelled the daisies and daffodils from the farm, but these were completely different. He watched his mother start talking with another woman, and as any other 7 year boy would, he decided to look around. So many colors, and shapes; it was like he had magically traveled to the fairytale land his mother had told him about. All this, and yet for some reason, his attention had suddenly been transfixed upon what could very well be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his young life.
"Hello, something wrong?" said the new object of his attention. He could do nothing but stand there, mouth agape, as the girl had slowly walked up to him, waving her hand in front of his face slowly. "I'm Lana Lang. What's yours?"
"um.....C..C..Clark." he slowly spoke, smiling as he finally understood why his mom had stressed him to speak so much, or at least, why he wanted to all of the sudden. "Clark Kent."
"Wanna come play with me? I'm playing Fairy Princess, and my Aunt Nell said I can grant wishes." she said, smiling at this new boy who, for some reason, seemed different to her from any of the other boys she'd met.
'Boys are gross, and they smell funny,' she always told Nell, though she would simply laugh and say 'Someday, Lana, you'll feel different.'
"Um....sure." Clark said, wondering to himself why exactly he agreed. Fairy Princess? He liked G.I. Joe's and Hot Wheels, not this stupid pink fairy stuff. And yet.....he couldn't help himself. He felt like he would do anything this girl asked him, and though it seemed scary at first, he realized for some reason, he liked this feeling. Lana grabbed him by the hand, and led him over to the spot she was playing at. They sat there and giggled as she waved her little wand over him, and said, "Okay, now you have to make three wishes."
He sat there in thought, and then he lit up as he said, "I wish......I wish.....I wish I had a big doggy!"
He said it with so much glee, Lana couldn't help but giggle. "What will you name him?"
"Um......I dunno. I didn't think 'bout that." he said, feeling somewhat foolish.
"It's okay, you can call him something after you get to know him." she said, smiling again at him. Why was he suddenly feeling so weird? He felt like he had run around the barn like he used to, making himself dizzy.....and yet, he really liked this feeling.
"What else do you wish for?" she asked him, wondering why she kept smiling at this boy she'd only known for minutes, and why she had the biggest urge to look down every two seconds.
"Uh.....candy! I want candy! Lots of candy." he said, again almost exploding with such enthusiasm. He knew they were playing make-believe, but he could still hope.
"Kay. Last wish. What do you want, Clark?" she said, waving her wand around his head again.
He sat there for a long time, thinking. When he finally figured it out, he only muttered, "It's a secret." Noticing her pout, he then said. "It's okay, you'll see."
Martha smiled as she watched all of this unfold before her eyes. Her son had not only known how to speak, but he had also met a new friend. She was also a little surprised that, given Clark's social experience, his ability to make a new friend so quickly. It was a good thing Lana and Nell lived just down the street. Maybe they could play again sometime.
"Come on, Clark, we have to go. Say goodbye to Lana." she said, making her way to the door.
"Um....bye, Lana." he said sheepishly, and his eyes almost popped out of his head when she came up and kissed him on the cheek. "What was that for?" he asked, not really minding all that much, but still curious nonetheless.
"I dunno. Just cause, I guess. Bye Clark," she said, going back to her dolls.
He then ran up to his mother, and began walking out the door with her. "So Clark," his mother began, "what did you wish for?"
He looked at her for a second, and then looked back into the shop. He motioned his mother to come closer, and when she kneeled down, he whispered in her ear.
She smiled a grand smile as he told her these things, and knew then her son was going to be just fine.
He wished for a dog, a never-ending supply of candy......
And Lana Lang.
*~Well, I'm about to pass out again, but please, lemme know what you think. I wasn't sure how to write the younger scene, but I think it came out well. And to anyone who might be wondering, the present day clana will come soon. good things come to those who wait.~*