Smallville- Sorry
Continued. Last chapter, but very sweet. I hope you all like it! =)
Later that day at night, Kent farm:
Clark and Lana were sitting on a swinging bench on the porch of his quiet house. Looking off at the vast farm, they both sat silently, thinking of everything that has happened lately. First Lana and Lex, then Chloe. Who would be next? Lana was shivering just thinking about it, not to mention how cold it was tonight. Watching Lana intently, of course Clark would take off his jacket and wrap her with it to keep her warm. So he did. But that didn't take her mind off blaming herself for Chloe's accident. Not even having to ask, he knew exactly what she was thinking at the moment.
"Lana, it's not your fault Chloe got in an accident," he said quietly.
"But I can't stop thinking that if I made things better with her yesterday, she would have never gotten hurt," she replied, still feeling really guilty.
"What happened yesterday?"
"Well, after you left, she started getting mad at me."
"For what? Was it because I stayed there, huh?"
"Sort of. Why else do I always get into an argument with Chloe? It's always because of you."
"Don't I feel special?" Clark said, with a smile and a short laugh, happy to know two girls he liked fighting over him. "I'm sorry. That must have sucked."
"You are special. Why else do I want you so much?" This time, Lana laughed before continuing on. "Afterwards though, she left in a hurry to do some newspaper stuff. That's all she ever does."
"But she really likes it for some odd reason."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have even known that she was missing the whole night."
"Then you'd be missing the whole night away from me." He understood how she was feeling, but then again, he always enjoyed having her there with him as much as possible. She was like sugar, sweet and addictive; he could never get enough of her.
"I still feel so bad though."
"Lana, you can't blame yourself for what happened to Chloe."
"Yeah, but still-"
"No. Chloe was just an unlucky target. You are a good person; you can't do anything to change what's already happened, so don't feel bad." She smiled up at him, always loving how he could comfort her in any way, even if it was just to make her feel better about the situation.
"You always have the right thing to say, don't you? You know, you should follow your own advice."
"How?"
"You shouldn't have blamed yourself for not being there for me, I mean, you're always there, and it was only one time you couldn't."
"How can I not blame myself? It's so hard to see you hurt. I'm the one who left you with a crazy person."
"No, what happened to the whole," Lana started out, but then deepened her voice to do her Clark imitation, "'Unlucky target. . . you are a good person. . . don't feel bad," her voice back to normal now, "huh? Out of a million chances to help me, you miss it once. I'm fine now, you should be too, so stop feeling sorry." He laughed at her, loving the imitation.
His turn now, to copy what Lana said, in a screechy, high-pitched girly sound, "You always have the right thing to say, don't you?" Then back to his normal voice, "Okay, I'll stop blaming myself," he said.
"You're just saying that to make me happy."
"Well it does, doesn't it?"
"You have to actually mean what you say, you know."
"Okay, I will," he said, defeated.
"Good boy." She smiled at him, truly happy for the first time in what seemed like forever, but the grin slightly faded, disappointed at the fact that he still looked depressed. "Everything will be fine. Don't worry."
"How can you be so sure? The last time things were fine between us, something messes up, I screw up, and then bring depression into all your lives. I don't want that to happen again."
"It won't. Nothing is holding us back anymore." Clark smiled back at Lana charmingly, glad that she could help ease his conscious like how he always helped her. It felt so right, so perfect, so complete just to have her back in his life. Clark leaned to give her a sweet, lingering kiss. He held her closer, wondering how he could have been so stupid back then to not ask her out. Even with the warmth he provided for her, she was still cold out on this windy yet tranquil night, and he could sense it.
"Cold?" She nodded, digging her head face down into his chest. He brushed his hands along her arms. "You want to go inside?" Again, she nodded silently as she stood from the bench off of him. It was dark and life on the farm seemed so still, as if they were the only ones there in the world, and that's one of many feelings they had tonight.
Clark got up after her, following her inside his empty house. It was very pleasant though, only the two of them there, life actually going well. That's a surprise. All those years of loneliness now cured by one special person. He no longer felt sorry for himself. They stepped inside, where Clark put on some romantic music while Lana went and made some coffee.
*I was all alone* *I was feeling rather low* *I need someone to life my spirits up* *So I dropped in on a dance* *Just to take a glance* *And there this lovely thing was* *She was more than enough*
"Better now?" Clark asked comfortingly.
"Yeah," Lana replied, suddenly filled with plenty of energy. "So what do you want to do now?" He got really quiet for a while, in a deep thought of something she'd like to do.
"Do you want to dance? I mean, I suck at it, but I, um, I-" Clark stuttered. Obviously, she'd love it, but then again, his moves weren't all that great. All he wanted was to hold her close to him all night long.
"I'd love to," Lana cut in, knowing he was in a loss of words. It was a sweet thought, always thinking of what she'd want to do.
*I asked her for her hand* *Said would you like to dance* *So pleased that I had asked* *She quickly took my hand* *And we danced and fell in love* *On a slow jam*
Clark stood from where he was sitting and took Lana's hand, bringing her to the middle of his small living room. He brought her close to him, barely any space between the two bodies. She raised her arms to place her hands gently around his neck, looking up at his handsome face as they slowly danced to the music. She still had to put a lot of her weight on him, to carry her up from her lack of energy from her injuries, but he didn't mind at all, just as long as she was there. He moved a strand of her hair away from her face, and just stared straight into her eyes, both of them with a huge, loving smile. As unromantic as the atmosphere of the room was, the moment was absolutely perfect.
*Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me* *Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me*
"Clark," Lana said softly, "did I tell you I'm fine with you being. . . different yet?"
"No, I don't think you have. You sure you're all right with it? 'Cause it'd be wrong for us to go on if you're not and-"
"Yes, I'm sure I'm fine with it. There was always something different about you that I liked."
"Good different or bad different?"
"Good, of course."
"Still. . ."
"Remember a long time ago when you asked me why I was with Whitney?"
"You said he was always there when you needed him and he made you feel safe."
"Yeah. . . so do you."
"Am I another one of your Whitneys then?"
"No, you're even better," she started out softly, looking up toward the ceiling as she continued, "Sorry Whitney." She let out another shy laugh, but she did mean it.
"Really? That seems so impossible for a guy like me." [AN: Right there Clark's talking about being an alien type of guy, not his dorkiness character in the show. Sometimes he does act strange. Haha. Just wanted to make that clear.]
"Would I say something I don't mean?" Lana stood on her toes, her mouth reaching to his as she leaned in for a deep kiss.
"I guess not." He was excited to find out, finally, from her that she accepted the person he was. This time, he really felt the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders; she was his world.
*Seems what you say is true* *I feel the same way too* *You see I waited all night long just to dance with you* *And when you touched my hand* *I knew you were the man* *To turn my world around* *And make my dreams come true* *The magic in your eyes, make me realize* *That everything I feel, has got to be real * *And we danced and fell in love* *On a slow jam*
"Lana," Clark started out, whispering her ear.
"Hm?"
"I, um, I-"
"Yes, Clark?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I, I love you, Lana." He finally let it all out. Ever since day one, he knew, but it's always so hard for him to tell her how he felt about her. He couldn't process why, or why not, or why now, but he felt it was time, that it was right, everything was right.
"I love you too, Clark." He lowered his face down to hers, until their lips met, for a long sweet kiss, her returning it just as passionately, followed by many the same like that. This was definitely the picture perfect moment he'd been waiting for all his life.
*Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me* *Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me*
~The End~
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Author's Note:
Please review. Your opinions are greatly appreciated. I guess I should stop here with the story because I'm not even sure it's written well. I can see it wonderfully in my mind, but everyone interprets a story differently. Thank you to everyone who reviewed!!! =)
This song is called "Slow Jam" by Usher and Monica. I do not take credit for the lyrics, but if you like R&B music, it's a really good song.
On the actual show Smallville, they should have Clark and Lana together. They have to later on, but why do they make us wait so long? I mean, they are together until later when Clark leaves again and Lois Lane screws it up. Sorry for all of you non-Clana fans, but this is what I like. I'm still trying to finish another one, but I think it would make more sense to complete this one first, since all that's shown now are reruns.
Continued. Last chapter, but very sweet. I hope you all like it! =)
Later that day at night, Kent farm:
Clark and Lana were sitting on a swinging bench on the porch of his quiet house. Looking off at the vast farm, they both sat silently, thinking of everything that has happened lately. First Lana and Lex, then Chloe. Who would be next? Lana was shivering just thinking about it, not to mention how cold it was tonight. Watching Lana intently, of course Clark would take off his jacket and wrap her with it to keep her warm. So he did. But that didn't take her mind off blaming herself for Chloe's accident. Not even having to ask, he knew exactly what she was thinking at the moment.
"Lana, it's not your fault Chloe got in an accident," he said quietly.
"But I can't stop thinking that if I made things better with her yesterday, she would have never gotten hurt," she replied, still feeling really guilty.
"What happened yesterday?"
"Well, after you left, she started getting mad at me."
"For what? Was it because I stayed there, huh?"
"Sort of. Why else do I always get into an argument with Chloe? It's always because of you."
"Don't I feel special?" Clark said, with a smile and a short laugh, happy to know two girls he liked fighting over him. "I'm sorry. That must have sucked."
"You are special. Why else do I want you so much?" This time, Lana laughed before continuing on. "Afterwards though, she left in a hurry to do some newspaper stuff. That's all she ever does."
"But she really likes it for some odd reason."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have even known that she was missing the whole night."
"Then you'd be missing the whole night away from me." He understood how she was feeling, but then again, he always enjoyed having her there with him as much as possible. She was like sugar, sweet and addictive; he could never get enough of her.
"I still feel so bad though."
"Lana, you can't blame yourself for what happened to Chloe."
"Yeah, but still-"
"No. Chloe was just an unlucky target. You are a good person; you can't do anything to change what's already happened, so don't feel bad." She smiled up at him, always loving how he could comfort her in any way, even if it was just to make her feel better about the situation.
"You always have the right thing to say, don't you? You know, you should follow your own advice."
"How?"
"You shouldn't have blamed yourself for not being there for me, I mean, you're always there, and it was only one time you couldn't."
"How can I not blame myself? It's so hard to see you hurt. I'm the one who left you with a crazy person."
"No, what happened to the whole," Lana started out, but then deepened her voice to do her Clark imitation, "'Unlucky target. . . you are a good person. . . don't feel bad," her voice back to normal now, "huh? Out of a million chances to help me, you miss it once. I'm fine now, you should be too, so stop feeling sorry." He laughed at her, loving the imitation.
His turn now, to copy what Lana said, in a screechy, high-pitched girly sound, "You always have the right thing to say, don't you?" Then back to his normal voice, "Okay, I'll stop blaming myself," he said.
"You're just saying that to make me happy."
"Well it does, doesn't it?"
"You have to actually mean what you say, you know."
"Okay, I will," he said, defeated.
"Good boy." She smiled at him, truly happy for the first time in what seemed like forever, but the grin slightly faded, disappointed at the fact that he still looked depressed. "Everything will be fine. Don't worry."
"How can you be so sure? The last time things were fine between us, something messes up, I screw up, and then bring depression into all your lives. I don't want that to happen again."
"It won't. Nothing is holding us back anymore." Clark smiled back at Lana charmingly, glad that she could help ease his conscious like how he always helped her. It felt so right, so perfect, so complete just to have her back in his life. Clark leaned to give her a sweet, lingering kiss. He held her closer, wondering how he could have been so stupid back then to not ask her out. Even with the warmth he provided for her, she was still cold out on this windy yet tranquil night, and he could sense it.
"Cold?" She nodded, digging her head face down into his chest. He brushed his hands along her arms. "You want to go inside?" Again, she nodded silently as she stood from the bench off of him. It was dark and life on the farm seemed so still, as if they were the only ones there in the world, and that's one of many feelings they had tonight.
Clark got up after her, following her inside his empty house. It was very pleasant though, only the two of them there, life actually going well. That's a surprise. All those years of loneliness now cured by one special person. He no longer felt sorry for himself. They stepped inside, where Clark put on some romantic music while Lana went and made some coffee.
*I was all alone* *I was feeling rather low* *I need someone to life my spirits up* *So I dropped in on a dance* *Just to take a glance* *And there this lovely thing was* *She was more than enough*
"Better now?" Clark asked comfortingly.
"Yeah," Lana replied, suddenly filled with plenty of energy. "So what do you want to do now?" He got really quiet for a while, in a deep thought of something she'd like to do.
"Do you want to dance? I mean, I suck at it, but I, um, I-" Clark stuttered. Obviously, she'd love it, but then again, his moves weren't all that great. All he wanted was to hold her close to him all night long.
"I'd love to," Lana cut in, knowing he was in a loss of words. It was a sweet thought, always thinking of what she'd want to do.
*I asked her for her hand* *Said would you like to dance* *So pleased that I had asked* *She quickly took my hand* *And we danced and fell in love* *On a slow jam*
Clark stood from where he was sitting and took Lana's hand, bringing her to the middle of his small living room. He brought her close to him, barely any space between the two bodies. She raised her arms to place her hands gently around his neck, looking up at his handsome face as they slowly danced to the music. She still had to put a lot of her weight on him, to carry her up from her lack of energy from her injuries, but he didn't mind at all, just as long as she was there. He moved a strand of her hair away from her face, and just stared straight into her eyes, both of them with a huge, loving smile. As unromantic as the atmosphere of the room was, the moment was absolutely perfect.
*Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me* *Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me*
"Clark," Lana said softly, "did I tell you I'm fine with you being. . . different yet?"
"No, I don't think you have. You sure you're all right with it? 'Cause it'd be wrong for us to go on if you're not and-"
"Yes, I'm sure I'm fine with it. There was always something different about you that I liked."
"Good different or bad different?"
"Good, of course."
"Still. . ."
"Remember a long time ago when you asked me why I was with Whitney?"
"You said he was always there when you needed him and he made you feel safe."
"Yeah. . . so do you."
"Am I another one of your Whitneys then?"
"No, you're even better," she started out softly, looking up toward the ceiling as she continued, "Sorry Whitney." She let out another shy laugh, but she did mean it.
"Really? That seems so impossible for a guy like me." [AN: Right there Clark's talking about being an alien type of guy, not his dorkiness character in the show. Sometimes he does act strange. Haha. Just wanted to make that clear.]
"Would I say something I don't mean?" Lana stood on her toes, her mouth reaching to his as she leaned in for a deep kiss.
"I guess not." He was excited to find out, finally, from her that she accepted the person he was. This time, he really felt the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders; she was his world.
*Seems what you say is true* *I feel the same way too* *You see I waited all night long just to dance with you* *And when you touched my hand* *I knew you were the man* *To turn my world around* *And make my dreams come true* *The magic in your eyes, make me realize* *That everything I feel, has got to be real * *And we danced and fell in love* *On a slow jam*
"Lana," Clark started out, whispering her ear.
"Hm?"
"I, um, I-"
"Yes, Clark?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I, I love you, Lana." He finally let it all out. Ever since day one, he knew, but it's always so hard for him to tell her how he felt about her. He couldn't process why, or why not, or why now, but he felt it was time, that it was right, everything was right.
"I love you too, Clark." He lowered his face down to hers, until their lips met, for a long sweet kiss, her returning it just as passionately, followed by many the same like that. This was definitely the picture perfect moment he'd been waiting for all his life.
*Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me* *Play another slow jam* *This time make it sweet* *On a slow jam* *For my baby and for me*
~The End~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*
Author's Note:
Please review. Your opinions are greatly appreciated. I guess I should stop here with the story because I'm not even sure it's written well. I can see it wonderfully in my mind, but everyone interprets a story differently. Thank you to everyone who reviewed!!! =)
This song is called "Slow Jam" by Usher and Monica. I do not take credit for the lyrics, but if you like R&B music, it's a really good song.
On the actual show Smallville, they should have Clark and Lana together. They have to later on, but why do they make us wait so long? I mean, they are together until later when Clark leaves again and Lois Lane screws it up. Sorry for all of you non-Clana fans, but this is what I like. I'm still trying to finish another one, but I think it would make more sense to complete this one first, since all that's shown now are reruns.