Smallville- Sorry
Continued.
"I. . . had no idea, Clark. Is it hard to go through?" Lana managed to speak out.
"Definitely," Clark responded.
"You came during the meteor shower? The one that killed my parents? You're the one who caused it? I-"
"I didn't mean to, it's not like I had a choice. Believe me, if I had a choice, I wouldn't have come."
"Believe you?"
"Yeah."
"Believe you? You're the one who waited so long to just tell me this."
"I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but my parents didn't want anyone to know. They didn't want me to be taken away from them and be studied and stuff." That would definitely suck.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I just, I don't know. I always knew there was something strange about you." Lana looked over to see his face, a little sad. "Strange in a good way though. In a helpful way."
"I just don't want you to think of me differently. You don't know how hard I've tried to make people believe I was 'normal.'"
"Why try so hard if you are always there to save a life?"
"It's complicated."
"So what else can you do?" He went through a few more demonstrations, showing her heat vision, his strength, and x-ray vision, as well as telling her about what green and red meteor rocks do to him.
"You think I'm a freak now, don't you?" Afraid of the answer, he looked away. It's hard telling the one you love most, but not accepting who he really is was going to be harder.
"No, it's not that. I um, uh, never mind." Lana smiled, hoping that he'd think she was fine, when really, she needed a lot more time to digest all of this.
"Okay then." Clark leaned down to give her a kiss, but she moved away, keeping an arm length distance between them. "Something wrong?"
"I think I still need some more time to take all this in."
"Okay." Clark and Lana continued to stare up at the sky together. It was a beautiful night, stars shining all around, a very peaceful sight.
Lana's POV:
Oh dear god, never in a million years did I ever see that coming. Or did I? Clark's always been a different story. What just happened? I mean, one minute things were going fine, then the next. . . Clark totally freaked me out. An alien? He looks nothing like an alien. Or maybe what I'm thinking of one is just a stereotype. But anyways, should I feel happy that Clark can do all these inhumane things, or should I be scared of what he might do to me? Just great. I thought my life was going to be back to normal again. If he finds out I'm afraid of being with him, I don't want him to leave me again. That was hard enough the first time. At least this time he's being honest to me. I don't even remember how long I've waited for him to open up to me. I'm glad he did. Actually, the things he can do are pretty cool, I guess. I'd probably be dead if he wasn't able to. Seriously. So should I tell him what I think before it gets any worse? It's been a tough day, things can't get more twisted, can they?
Clark's POV:
She hates me. Lana hates me. She thinks I'm a freak. See, I knew this was going to happen. Why me? Why me?! This is so not fair. Even though she didn't say much, her facial expressions told the whole story. At least now I know nothing really will happen. As one of my abilities, I wish I could read minds. That would be better than anything else. To know what Lana was thinking, to look past that beautiful face. Too bad I can't. If only life was fair.
Next morning:
Clark woke up the next morning, with a lot of weight on him. It was Lana. He had forgotten that they fell asleep looking up at the stars. What now? Not wanting to move away from this position, he stayed there. She was still sleeping. But, she was softly moaning and whimpering in her sleep. He could have sworn he heard her mumble his name somewhere in there. Bad dream, he supposed. Rocking her back and forth gently, like a baby being sung a lullaby, the sounds stopped, and then she woke up.
"Where am I?" Lana asked, looking around the area. Oh, they were still up in Clark's loft. 'How nice, he still has his arms wrapped around me. Lana, don't move though otherwise he might think I'm afraid of him. But still, this is nice waking up this time without Chloe in the picture,' Lana thought.
"I guess we fell asleep after. . ." Clark started, but didn't want to finish. He was still scared of the fact that Lana most likely would hate him now, but she still stayed there, right by him, surrounded by his embrace.
"Yeah, I guess so, but I had the weirdest dream," she said quietly, giving him a warm and caring smile.
"Really? About what?" 'Hope it's not about me being an alien, please, don't be about how I'm different,' he thought to himself.
"Actually, I'm not sure it was a dream. It was more like a memory coming back to me. See, I was back at the night of last year's Spring Formal, when Whitney left and I was driving back. I was stuck in the tornado again, it was so windy and blurry and dusty, but then I saw you there. Were you really there?" He nodded. "But then this time, when I was up there, I-" She was cut off by the cheery, yet annoying, ring of her cell phone. Walking away to answer it [for better reception], Lana came back to where Clark sat, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"Lana, what happened?"
"It's. . . it's Chloe. She's in the hospital. Can you take me there right now?"
"Yeah, but what happened?"
"I'll explain in the car." Lana struggled, trying to run. She felt so bad, as if it was her fault she wasn't there for her friend. Maybe if she had tried harder to make her friendship with Chloe better yesterday, none of that would happen. Just hoping Chloe was doing fine, but how fine can someone be in a hospital? That's when the tears started to come. [A/N: Lana always cries in the show, doesn't she?]
To be continued. . .
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Author's Note: Please review!!! Your opinions are greatly appreciated.
Continued.
"I. . . had no idea, Clark. Is it hard to go through?" Lana managed to speak out.
"Definitely," Clark responded.
"You came during the meteor shower? The one that killed my parents? You're the one who caused it? I-"
"I didn't mean to, it's not like I had a choice. Believe me, if I had a choice, I wouldn't have come."
"Believe you?"
"Yeah."
"Believe you? You're the one who waited so long to just tell me this."
"I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but my parents didn't want anyone to know. They didn't want me to be taken away from them and be studied and stuff." That would definitely suck.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I just, I don't know. I always knew there was something strange about you." Lana looked over to see his face, a little sad. "Strange in a good way though. In a helpful way."
"I just don't want you to think of me differently. You don't know how hard I've tried to make people believe I was 'normal.'"
"Why try so hard if you are always there to save a life?"
"It's complicated."
"So what else can you do?" He went through a few more demonstrations, showing her heat vision, his strength, and x-ray vision, as well as telling her about what green and red meteor rocks do to him.
"You think I'm a freak now, don't you?" Afraid of the answer, he looked away. It's hard telling the one you love most, but not accepting who he really is was going to be harder.
"No, it's not that. I um, uh, never mind." Lana smiled, hoping that he'd think she was fine, when really, she needed a lot more time to digest all of this.
"Okay then." Clark leaned down to give her a kiss, but she moved away, keeping an arm length distance between them. "Something wrong?"
"I think I still need some more time to take all this in."
"Okay." Clark and Lana continued to stare up at the sky together. It was a beautiful night, stars shining all around, a very peaceful sight.
Lana's POV:
Oh dear god, never in a million years did I ever see that coming. Or did I? Clark's always been a different story. What just happened? I mean, one minute things were going fine, then the next. . . Clark totally freaked me out. An alien? He looks nothing like an alien. Or maybe what I'm thinking of one is just a stereotype. But anyways, should I feel happy that Clark can do all these inhumane things, or should I be scared of what he might do to me? Just great. I thought my life was going to be back to normal again. If he finds out I'm afraid of being with him, I don't want him to leave me again. That was hard enough the first time. At least this time he's being honest to me. I don't even remember how long I've waited for him to open up to me. I'm glad he did. Actually, the things he can do are pretty cool, I guess. I'd probably be dead if he wasn't able to. Seriously. So should I tell him what I think before it gets any worse? It's been a tough day, things can't get more twisted, can they?
Clark's POV:
She hates me. Lana hates me. She thinks I'm a freak. See, I knew this was going to happen. Why me? Why me?! This is so not fair. Even though she didn't say much, her facial expressions told the whole story. At least now I know nothing really will happen. As one of my abilities, I wish I could read minds. That would be better than anything else. To know what Lana was thinking, to look past that beautiful face. Too bad I can't. If only life was fair.
Next morning:
Clark woke up the next morning, with a lot of weight on him. It was Lana. He had forgotten that they fell asleep looking up at the stars. What now? Not wanting to move away from this position, he stayed there. She was still sleeping. But, she was softly moaning and whimpering in her sleep. He could have sworn he heard her mumble his name somewhere in there. Bad dream, he supposed. Rocking her back and forth gently, like a baby being sung a lullaby, the sounds stopped, and then she woke up.
"Where am I?" Lana asked, looking around the area. Oh, they were still up in Clark's loft. 'How nice, he still has his arms wrapped around me. Lana, don't move though otherwise he might think I'm afraid of him. But still, this is nice waking up this time without Chloe in the picture,' Lana thought.
"I guess we fell asleep after. . ." Clark started, but didn't want to finish. He was still scared of the fact that Lana most likely would hate him now, but she still stayed there, right by him, surrounded by his embrace.
"Yeah, I guess so, but I had the weirdest dream," she said quietly, giving him a warm and caring smile.
"Really? About what?" 'Hope it's not about me being an alien, please, don't be about how I'm different,' he thought to himself.
"Actually, I'm not sure it was a dream. It was more like a memory coming back to me. See, I was back at the night of last year's Spring Formal, when Whitney left and I was driving back. I was stuck in the tornado again, it was so windy and blurry and dusty, but then I saw you there. Were you really there?" He nodded. "But then this time, when I was up there, I-" She was cut off by the cheery, yet annoying, ring of her cell phone. Walking away to answer it [for better reception], Lana came back to where Clark sat, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"Lana, what happened?"
"It's. . . it's Chloe. She's in the hospital. Can you take me there right now?"
"Yeah, but what happened?"
"I'll explain in the car." Lana struggled, trying to run. She felt so bad, as if it was her fault she wasn't there for her friend. Maybe if she had tried harder to make her friendship with Chloe better yesterday, none of that would happen. Just hoping Chloe was doing fine, but how fine can someone be in a hospital? That's when the tears started to come. [A/N: Lana always cries in the show, doesn't she?]
To be continued. . .
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Author's Note: Please review!!! Your opinions are greatly appreciated.