Smallville- Sorry
Author's Note: For those of you who think my story should follow exactly how the next episode guide is, sorry. I think this show's going a little downhill, so that's why I'm writing this a little differently than what will happen. I know Lana is supposed to stay in physical therapy for a long time (from spoilers), but I think the Clana situation sucks. That's why I write this. . . for all you Clana fans! Haha. Sorry to disappoint you if you disagree with what I write.
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Continued.
Looking at Lana right in the eye was hard enough. Usually, whenever Clark used his abilities to save Lana or help out or something, he could cover it up, even though she never completely believed him. It's not her fault though, for being so curious. Thinking about what to say was hard. The silence between them was even harder, not like it was so unusual whenever they have a conversation. But she couldn't take how quiet it was any longer.
"Clark?" Lana started off.
"Umm. . . -" Clark stuttered, still unsure of what to do. He stared, with a blank look on his face.
"Clark, how'd you do that?"
"Same way I always do."
"Which is?" The silence continues. What to do, what to do.
"I. . . can't really tell you."
"God, Clark, you always say that." She took a deep breath and tried to ignore these types of situations. How much could she expect anyways? "It's okay," she said calmly, "I know you will tell me when you're ready to, whenever that is." Trying to say it in an innocent voice, she smiled back up to him, hoping he would tell.
"I'm sorry Lana, it's just that, it's so hard. I-"
"Shh. . . it's okay," she said quietly, adjusted her position on the couch so he could sit beside her, but then pain came again. "Ow!"
"Are you okay?"
"Ya."
"When's Chloe and her dad coming back home?"
"Tomorrow morning. They're spending the day in Metropolis to visit some relatives."
"You're staying by yourself tonight?"
"Apparently."
"Do you want me to stay here with you? It's still kinda late and you're still having some trouble so I can help out." He was always happy to be with her as much as he could.
"That'd be great." She laughed, happy to hear that. 'Aww.. . Clark, always the caring gentleman,' Lana thought to herself.
"I'll go call my parents. Where's the phone?"
"In the kitchen, above the counter." She pointed in the direction, and Clark got off from the ground where he bent down to talk to her.
"Got it." He punched the numbers in, and waited for the phone to answer.
"Hello?" Mrs. Kent answered back at the Kent residence.
"Hi Mom. I'm gonna stay over at Lana's to help her out. She just got back today from the hospital."
"Aren't Gabe or Chloe there to help take care of her?"
"They're in Metropolis, visiting. Lana's still kind of week, and I thought I could help her out tonight while she adjusts back home."
"That's fine I guess. I'll tell your father."
"Thanks. Bye Mom."
"Bye." Then, Clark hung up the phone. A simple phone call to keep their trust.
"Everything good?" Lana asked, as he headed back into the living room where she still lay on the couch.
"Yeah. You hungry?"
"A little. I think I saw some leftover food in the refrigerator."
"Okay. I'll go get some for us to eat." He opened the refrigerator door, surprised to see it stuffed with containers and bags that were only half filled. Gross. Looking over at the pantry, there was some bread. Grabbing some turkey lunchmeat, he put together a sandwich and brought it over to where Lana sat.
"Ooh. sandwiches. I haven't had any decent food in such a long time," she said, taking a large bite.
"Well, I thought you'd like it better than whatever type of disgusting leftovers there were." She laughed at his remark, still filled with total bliss as they ate some dinner together. But soon enough, they were both finished eating. Clark got back up, looking for some dessert. He came back with two small packages in his hand.
"Jell-O? Uh. . . you could have some, but not for me. I am so sick of that stuff. That disgusting glob of nothing came with all my meals in the hospital." He got back up, raiding the fridge for some edible food they'd both be happy with. Finding the perfect thing, he went back.
"How about ice cream? Cookies 'n cream good?" He handed her a spoon.
"Good." They dug into the little carton, scooping out ice cream into their mouths. "So what now?"
"Umm, we could watch a movie if you want."
"Great idea. I'll go check what there is." Lana started to get up to where the movies lay in a cabinet, but Clark stopped her.
"Don't get up. I'll go find one." Clark looked through a bunch before he found one she would enjoy watching. "How about 'Save the Last Dance?'"
"Ooh. . . I love that movie. Put it in!" she said excitedly. He set it up, and sat down beside Lana on the couch. She laid her head gently on his shoulder, as the rest of her body lay on the couch. The movie was nice, but she had already fallen asleep before the ending. Clark turned off the television and grabbed a blanket that was left on another one person couch next to the one they sat on. He was careful not to move suddenly as she slept. But as he put the blanket to cover her, her head had already slipped down his shoulder to his chest. He didn't care. It was like a picture perfect moment almost, hard to imagine how he got here today. Amazing how some things turn out. Then, he too, fell asleep, his arms wrapped around her.
Lana's POV:
Incredible how today turned out pretty well, except for the actual physical pain I have. But Clark. . . he's such a different story. What would I do without him? Die, probably. Seriously. How many times has he been there to save me, save my life? Too many to count. I was such an idiot when I told him to stay away from me. I'm still happy that he didn't listen. So, is Clark really mine again? Are we actually back together again? There was that kiss today and his arms are still around me right now as he sleeps. It feels so. . . right. Nothing ever seemed so perfect before. It's always been a confusing situation about our friendship status. Friends, good friends, more than friends, what? Still, I can get over the whole secret issue, can't I? He'll tell me in time, won't he? Okay, I can get over it. Lana, yes you can. If I try to force myself to believe it, will it happen? There's still so much I don't even know about him, and I've known him since we were kids. Still, I can't imagine life without him. He's always been there for me, especially when it matters most.
Clark's POV:
What happened today? Am I dreaming? Am I in heaven? It's got to be about 2:00 in the morning right now. Lana's here, in my arms. . . or is she really? Today was strange. Strange in a good way though. Whenever I save Lana using my abilities, she's always so curious about how I did whatever it was. She'd be bugging me about it, begging for me to open up to her. But this time, she was acting so. . . different. I don't know if that's the word I'm looking for, but she didn't care. It's like she's gotten over the whole secrecy situation with me. Maybe things will actually work out between us this time. So am I still in this dream where things are so perfect, except for the fact that Lana's hurt? If so, I don't ever want to wake up to face the real world.
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Author's Notes:
Please review! Your opinions are greatly appreciated. Thanks for all the reviews so far, but if you want more of the story faster, reviews work great to encourage me to hurry up and post the next chapter. Haha.
To "Hoshi Tamamushiirono": Yes, I will have Clark tell Lana (you asked me in a review). I don't want to ruin the story, but yes, eventually that will happen. Thank you for your reviews.
All other reviewers, thank you and please continue to submit them!
Author's Note: For those of you who think my story should follow exactly how the next episode guide is, sorry. I think this show's going a little downhill, so that's why I'm writing this a little differently than what will happen. I know Lana is supposed to stay in physical therapy for a long time (from spoilers), but I think the Clana situation sucks. That's why I write this. . . for all you Clana fans! Haha. Sorry to disappoint you if you disagree with what I write.
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Continued.
Looking at Lana right in the eye was hard enough. Usually, whenever Clark used his abilities to save Lana or help out or something, he could cover it up, even though she never completely believed him. It's not her fault though, for being so curious. Thinking about what to say was hard. The silence between them was even harder, not like it was so unusual whenever they have a conversation. But she couldn't take how quiet it was any longer.
"Clark?" Lana started off.
"Umm. . . -" Clark stuttered, still unsure of what to do. He stared, with a blank look on his face.
"Clark, how'd you do that?"
"Same way I always do."
"Which is?" The silence continues. What to do, what to do.
"I. . . can't really tell you."
"God, Clark, you always say that." She took a deep breath and tried to ignore these types of situations. How much could she expect anyways? "It's okay," she said calmly, "I know you will tell me when you're ready to, whenever that is." Trying to say it in an innocent voice, she smiled back up to him, hoping he would tell.
"I'm sorry Lana, it's just that, it's so hard. I-"
"Shh. . . it's okay," she said quietly, adjusted her position on the couch so he could sit beside her, but then pain came again. "Ow!"
"Are you okay?"
"Ya."
"When's Chloe and her dad coming back home?"
"Tomorrow morning. They're spending the day in Metropolis to visit some relatives."
"You're staying by yourself tonight?"
"Apparently."
"Do you want me to stay here with you? It's still kinda late and you're still having some trouble so I can help out." He was always happy to be with her as much as he could.
"That'd be great." She laughed, happy to hear that. 'Aww.. . Clark, always the caring gentleman,' Lana thought to herself.
"I'll go call my parents. Where's the phone?"
"In the kitchen, above the counter." She pointed in the direction, and Clark got off from the ground where he bent down to talk to her.
"Got it." He punched the numbers in, and waited for the phone to answer.
"Hello?" Mrs. Kent answered back at the Kent residence.
"Hi Mom. I'm gonna stay over at Lana's to help her out. She just got back today from the hospital."
"Aren't Gabe or Chloe there to help take care of her?"
"They're in Metropolis, visiting. Lana's still kind of week, and I thought I could help her out tonight while she adjusts back home."
"That's fine I guess. I'll tell your father."
"Thanks. Bye Mom."
"Bye." Then, Clark hung up the phone. A simple phone call to keep their trust.
"Everything good?" Lana asked, as he headed back into the living room where she still lay on the couch.
"Yeah. You hungry?"
"A little. I think I saw some leftover food in the refrigerator."
"Okay. I'll go get some for us to eat." He opened the refrigerator door, surprised to see it stuffed with containers and bags that were only half filled. Gross. Looking over at the pantry, there was some bread. Grabbing some turkey lunchmeat, he put together a sandwich and brought it over to where Lana sat.
"Ooh. sandwiches. I haven't had any decent food in such a long time," she said, taking a large bite.
"Well, I thought you'd like it better than whatever type of disgusting leftovers there were." She laughed at his remark, still filled with total bliss as they ate some dinner together. But soon enough, they were both finished eating. Clark got back up, looking for some dessert. He came back with two small packages in his hand.
"Jell-O? Uh. . . you could have some, but not for me. I am so sick of that stuff. That disgusting glob of nothing came with all my meals in the hospital." He got back up, raiding the fridge for some edible food they'd both be happy with. Finding the perfect thing, he went back.
"How about ice cream? Cookies 'n cream good?" He handed her a spoon.
"Good." They dug into the little carton, scooping out ice cream into their mouths. "So what now?"
"Umm, we could watch a movie if you want."
"Great idea. I'll go check what there is." Lana started to get up to where the movies lay in a cabinet, but Clark stopped her.
"Don't get up. I'll go find one." Clark looked through a bunch before he found one she would enjoy watching. "How about 'Save the Last Dance?'"
"Ooh. . . I love that movie. Put it in!" she said excitedly. He set it up, and sat down beside Lana on the couch. She laid her head gently on his shoulder, as the rest of her body lay on the couch. The movie was nice, but she had already fallen asleep before the ending. Clark turned off the television and grabbed a blanket that was left on another one person couch next to the one they sat on. He was careful not to move suddenly as she slept. But as he put the blanket to cover her, her head had already slipped down his shoulder to his chest. He didn't care. It was like a picture perfect moment almost, hard to imagine how he got here today. Amazing how some things turn out. Then, he too, fell asleep, his arms wrapped around her.
Lana's POV:
Incredible how today turned out pretty well, except for the actual physical pain I have. But Clark. . . he's such a different story. What would I do without him? Die, probably. Seriously. How many times has he been there to save me, save my life? Too many to count. I was such an idiot when I told him to stay away from me. I'm still happy that he didn't listen. So, is Clark really mine again? Are we actually back together again? There was that kiss today and his arms are still around me right now as he sleeps. It feels so. . . right. Nothing ever seemed so perfect before. It's always been a confusing situation about our friendship status. Friends, good friends, more than friends, what? Still, I can get over the whole secret issue, can't I? He'll tell me in time, won't he? Okay, I can get over it. Lana, yes you can. If I try to force myself to believe it, will it happen? There's still so much I don't even know about him, and I've known him since we were kids. Still, I can't imagine life without him. He's always been there for me, especially when it matters most.
Clark's POV:
What happened today? Am I dreaming? Am I in heaven? It's got to be about 2:00 in the morning right now. Lana's here, in my arms. . . or is she really? Today was strange. Strange in a good way though. Whenever I save Lana using my abilities, she's always so curious about how I did whatever it was. She'd be bugging me about it, begging for me to open up to her. But this time, she was acting so. . . different. I don't know if that's the word I'm looking for, but she didn't care. It's like she's gotten over the whole secrecy situation with me. Maybe things will actually work out between us this time. So am I still in this dream where things are so perfect, except for the fact that Lana's hurt? If so, I don't ever want to wake up to face the real world.
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Author's Notes:
Please review! Your opinions are greatly appreciated. Thanks for all the reviews so far, but if you want more of the story faster, reviews work great to encourage me to hurry up and post the next chapter. Haha.
To "Hoshi Tamamushiirono": Yes, I will have Clark tell Lana (you asked me in a review). I don't want to ruin the story, but yes, eventually that will happen. Thank you for your reviews.
All other reviewers, thank you and please continue to submit them!