Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters belong to the WB. I'm just
borrowing them for entertainment purposes. In other words, don't sue me!!!
Timeline: Set directly after the season 1 finale. An AU fic.
Funvince Fanfic Enterprises presents:
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SMALLVILLE CHANGES
-By Vincent "Funvince" Nguyen
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-Chapter 1-
The wind howled around him as he raced through the abandoned roads. What was he doing? He had promised Chloe that he wouldn't leave her to go to Lana and that was exactly what he was doing. There was no rational or logical reason for him to be running more than 200 mph in a tux worth more than his house in the middle of a storm like this, but there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something had happened to Lana. Call it paranoia or another activation of his hero complex but he couldn't ignore it.
He prayed that he was wrong. Not every bad thing that happened in Smallville had to be connected to Lana, right? Yeah, it could be happening to Chloe instead, his mind said helpfully. Oh God, Chloe. How was he going to explain this? He felt ashamed at his hoping that something *had* happened to Lana just so he'd have an excuse...
No! He was being stupid. He'd race there, find nothing, then race back with enough time for Chloe to chew him out before the last dance. His heart lurched at the thought of causing further pain to his best friend. She would cover up her bruised feelings by snapping out at him and he would pretend not to see the hurt in her eyes as he always did. And he did see the pain. He might be a little naive when it came to many things but he wasn't stupid. He simply had no idea how to deal with it.
He was almost there. The world around him snapped back into clarity as he slowed down. Lana's truck was stuck in a ditch and she was so frantically dialing numbers on her cell phone that she didn't even see the tornado that was creeping up right behind her.
She spotted him just as the intense winds enveloped her truck. "Clark!"
"Lana!" Shock slowed him down for a second, a second he couldn't spare. Before he could jump into superspeed, the red truck was sucked up into the whirling maelstrom.
His body reacted before his mind could even process the thought and suddenly he was in the middle of one of Nature's fiercest creations. Immense winds buffeted him from every angle and Clark was hard-pressed to keep his footing even with his using all the strength he had. He called out Lana's name feeling helpless. He was strong but the tornado was stronger.
A faint cry drew his attention and he turned his tearing eyes upward and to the right where the voice had came from. He saw a flash of red swirl by and his heart sank. How the hell was he going to get to her? A thought struck him and he almost smacked himself in the head. Ask a stupid question...
He quickly bunched his leg muscles then with all the power he could muster, he leaped. He managed to sail himself almost ten feet into the air before he was spun around like a top and sent spinning all over the place. Obviously, this was not one of his brighter ideas.
He was tossed about to and fro for a few minutes before he spotted another flash of red appear right beside him. He reached out and grabbed onto the front bumper then pulled himself up onto the hood. Straining to hold on, he peered through the windshield and saw Lana sitting in the driver's seat unconscious. There was a newly forming bruise on her forehead. She must have bumped her head on the dashboard.
Getting out was definitely going to be the hard part. Another crazy idea popped into his head and this one made him bite his lip in concern. What choice did he have? His alternatives were waiting for the storm to tear the truck and Lana apart or waiting for the tornado to dissipate and have the vehicle smash into the ground like a meteorite... which was dangerously close to what he was planning anyway.
His friends always told him that he thought too much. He could imagine Chloe rolling her eyes and saying, "For once in your life, make a decision, Clark!" He made it.
Ripping the driver door off by the hinges with one hand and throwing it away, he reached into the car and gently pulled Lana's body into his arms. It was extremely awkward holding onto her and maintaining his grip on the truck but he managed it. He took a deep breath then in one incredibly quick motion, he braced his feet against the side of the truck and pushed with all his might.
Equal but opposite reaction. Mr. Newing had better be right about this! After an eternity, he felt both of them shoot out of the cyclone and there was a timeless moment of weightlessness before gravity took over. Clark quickly shifted position so that Lana was on top of him then he closed his eyes and involuntarily braced for impact.
A column of dirt was displaced when his body slammed into the ground but he barely felt it. His body slid for about thirty feet before he came to a stop. He opened his eyes and sighed with relief. He and Lana appeared to be fine though their clothes had definitely seen better days. Clark stared at Lana's peaceful face and felt residual feelings rise to the surface. He struggled to put those emotions into words. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that, and he certainly dreamed of being in a position like this many times. So why was he feeling so conflicted? A gasp caused him to refocus his attention and he saw Lana looking at him.
"Clark! How did I get here?" she asked. He really hated to do this but he had broken enough promises for the day. Putting on his most innocent expression, he said, "Don't you remember? Right as the tornado was picking up your truck, you opened the door and jumped out. I never saw anything like it! I think you knocked your head on something when you hit the ground. I thought you might have a concussion and I was trying to get you to wake up."
Lana slowly felt the bump on her forehead and while there was confusion on her face, there wasn't any disbelief. Finally, she said, "I guess in times of crisis, a person can do very amazing things."
You have no idea, Clark thought. And he desperately hoped that Lana was too shook up to ask how he ended up out here.
Author's Notes
I was a little disappointed that we never got to see exactly how Clark got Lana out of that tornado and I thought it would go something like this. I know not much happened in this chapter but the real story should start soon.
Timeline: Set directly after the season 1 finale. An AU fic.
Funvince Fanfic Enterprises presents:
************************************************************
SMALLVILLE CHANGES
-By Vincent "Funvince" Nguyen
************************************************************
-Chapter 1-
The wind howled around him as he raced through the abandoned roads. What was he doing? He had promised Chloe that he wouldn't leave her to go to Lana and that was exactly what he was doing. There was no rational or logical reason for him to be running more than 200 mph in a tux worth more than his house in the middle of a storm like this, but there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something had happened to Lana. Call it paranoia or another activation of his hero complex but he couldn't ignore it.
He prayed that he was wrong. Not every bad thing that happened in Smallville had to be connected to Lana, right? Yeah, it could be happening to Chloe instead, his mind said helpfully. Oh God, Chloe. How was he going to explain this? He felt ashamed at his hoping that something *had* happened to Lana just so he'd have an excuse...
No! He was being stupid. He'd race there, find nothing, then race back with enough time for Chloe to chew him out before the last dance. His heart lurched at the thought of causing further pain to his best friend. She would cover up her bruised feelings by snapping out at him and he would pretend not to see the hurt in her eyes as he always did. And he did see the pain. He might be a little naive when it came to many things but he wasn't stupid. He simply had no idea how to deal with it.
He was almost there. The world around him snapped back into clarity as he slowed down. Lana's truck was stuck in a ditch and she was so frantically dialing numbers on her cell phone that she didn't even see the tornado that was creeping up right behind her.
She spotted him just as the intense winds enveloped her truck. "Clark!"
"Lana!" Shock slowed him down for a second, a second he couldn't spare. Before he could jump into superspeed, the red truck was sucked up into the whirling maelstrom.
His body reacted before his mind could even process the thought and suddenly he was in the middle of one of Nature's fiercest creations. Immense winds buffeted him from every angle and Clark was hard-pressed to keep his footing even with his using all the strength he had. He called out Lana's name feeling helpless. He was strong but the tornado was stronger.
A faint cry drew his attention and he turned his tearing eyes upward and to the right where the voice had came from. He saw a flash of red swirl by and his heart sank. How the hell was he going to get to her? A thought struck him and he almost smacked himself in the head. Ask a stupid question...
He quickly bunched his leg muscles then with all the power he could muster, he leaped. He managed to sail himself almost ten feet into the air before he was spun around like a top and sent spinning all over the place. Obviously, this was not one of his brighter ideas.
He was tossed about to and fro for a few minutes before he spotted another flash of red appear right beside him. He reached out and grabbed onto the front bumper then pulled himself up onto the hood. Straining to hold on, he peered through the windshield and saw Lana sitting in the driver's seat unconscious. There was a newly forming bruise on her forehead. She must have bumped her head on the dashboard.
Getting out was definitely going to be the hard part. Another crazy idea popped into his head and this one made him bite his lip in concern. What choice did he have? His alternatives were waiting for the storm to tear the truck and Lana apart or waiting for the tornado to dissipate and have the vehicle smash into the ground like a meteorite... which was dangerously close to what he was planning anyway.
His friends always told him that he thought too much. He could imagine Chloe rolling her eyes and saying, "For once in your life, make a decision, Clark!" He made it.
Ripping the driver door off by the hinges with one hand and throwing it away, he reached into the car and gently pulled Lana's body into his arms. It was extremely awkward holding onto her and maintaining his grip on the truck but he managed it. He took a deep breath then in one incredibly quick motion, he braced his feet against the side of the truck and pushed with all his might.
Equal but opposite reaction. Mr. Newing had better be right about this! After an eternity, he felt both of them shoot out of the cyclone and there was a timeless moment of weightlessness before gravity took over. Clark quickly shifted position so that Lana was on top of him then he closed his eyes and involuntarily braced for impact.
A column of dirt was displaced when his body slammed into the ground but he barely felt it. His body slid for about thirty feet before he came to a stop. He opened his eyes and sighed with relief. He and Lana appeared to be fine though their clothes had definitely seen better days. Clark stared at Lana's peaceful face and felt residual feelings rise to the surface. He struggled to put those emotions into words. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that, and he certainly dreamed of being in a position like this many times. So why was he feeling so conflicted? A gasp caused him to refocus his attention and he saw Lana looking at him.
"Clark! How did I get here?" she asked. He really hated to do this but he had broken enough promises for the day. Putting on his most innocent expression, he said, "Don't you remember? Right as the tornado was picking up your truck, you opened the door and jumped out. I never saw anything like it! I think you knocked your head on something when you hit the ground. I thought you might have a concussion and I was trying to get you to wake up."
Lana slowly felt the bump on her forehead and while there was confusion on her face, there wasn't any disbelief. Finally, she said, "I guess in times of crisis, a person can do very amazing things."
You have no idea, Clark thought. And he desperately hoped that Lana was too shook up to ask how he ended up out here.
Author's Notes
I was a little disappointed that we never got to see exactly how Clark got Lana out of that tornado and I thought it would go something like this. I know not much happened in this chapter but the real story should start soon.
