Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Sorry it took me so long to get to a second chapter.

Discovery

Clark finds out about the Kryptonite infection and desperately searches for a way to cure Lana.

Smallville High

(Bell rings and students walk outside of classrooms. Clark goes to locker while Chloe walks up behind him. She taps him on the shoulder)

Chloe: "Hey!"

Clark: "Damn! Chloe could you at least give me some type of warning before you just sneak up on me like that?"

Chloe: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the loft this morning. What's eating you?"

Clark looks around aimlessly in a "What do you think?" manner

Chloe: "Still worried about Lana, huh?"

Clark: "It's been two months. Every day I've called the doctors have said she's getting worse."

Chloe: "Every day you've called? Wow Clark don't try so hard or the rest of us might begin to suspect you have an actual social life that doesn't solely drift within Lana's sphere of influence." (Had to throw in the Smallville lingo)

Clark: "Well I'm sorry if I'm concerned."

Chloe: "To the point of being frighteningly close to the category of "stalker"."

Clark: "Come on, Chloe I'm sure that if I was in her situation you'd be just as worried right?"

Chloe looks as if she's thinking a moment.

Clark: "Thanks."

Chloe: "Of course I would have a healthy concern for you, but not to where it consumes my entire being. Besides Lex has the best meds in Metropolis looking after her. No one can seemed to resist the face that launched a thousand wars lately."

Clark: "Your altruism astounds me. I thought I asked him not to do that."

Chloe: "Who listens to you? I'm sure she'll be fine. In the meantime if you're done sulking I was wondering if I could borrow your geo notes."

Clark: "You are some piece of work, Chloe."

He searches through his book bag and pulls out his notebook.

Clark: "Here."

Chloe: "Thanks."

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and shoots down the hall. Clark rolls his eyes and sets off for his next class.

He enters a lightly lit classroom with about fourteen desks. Tons of posters of equations and formulas decorate the walls giving the place a distinct Physics look. Clark walks around a couple of girls applying make- up and takes his normal seat next to Pete.

His science teacher walks in with a back full of some sort of materials. He drops them on his desks. A bunch of rocks lie sprawled across his workstation.

Pete: "Mr. Wilks? This looks a lot like some sort of mineral thing."

Mr. Wilks: "How perceptive."

Pete: "Aw come on. That's Earth Science junk. You know how much I hated that crap. Rockology or whatever."

Mr. Wilks: "Mineralogy. I'm going a ways back I realize, but it occurs to me that not all of you got the gist of it the first time around. I'm normally not one to spelunk all the way back to your Freshman days, but since you've all been so quick and efficient in your work I have nothing mandatory scheduled for the next week or so and I've chosen this particular branch of science because I know how much you all loathe it and I enjoy watching you squirm. Now if you'll all come up to the front..."

All the students reluctantly head towards Wilks's desk. Clark begins to feel a tad bit queasy, but quickly shakes it off.

Mr. Wilks: "Now can anyone dig through the depths of your teenage ignorance and manage to tell me what this mineral is?"

Pete: "Ooo I know it's the sugar thing."

Mr. Wilks: "You're referring to halite. Good. I'm glad to see one of you as retained something amidst your piles of basketball statistics and girl's phone numbers. No Mister Ross that is not the correct mineral. This is hematite."

Pete looks over at Clark. "At least I got the first letter, he mumbles. Clark smirks, but is trouble as that same slightly queasy feeling comes over him again.

Mr. Wilks: "Let's see. Here we have an authentic piece of lead."

He dug through a pile of rocks and pointed to a piece of lead that seemed to be propped up by something.

Mr. Wilks: "You'll notice how heavy it is. Go ahead lift it up."

A girl with a yellow blouse on is the first to pick it up and is surprised by how heavy it is. Clark on the other hand has his eye on something else. A black irregular shaped rock with green veins in it. Kryptonite. His hands crackle and shake and his stomach churns.

Pete: "Clark what's wro..."

He stops and looks at the meteor rock.

Mr. Wilks: "This is one of my particular favorites. It's a meteor rock. The strange thing about these guys is that they weren't even believed to exist until about twelve years ago. No scientists here or abroad have been able to culture it. Here Mr. Kent why don't you take a closer look."

He picks up the rock and holds it out towards Clark. Clark pulls back sharply.

Clark: "Uh."

He winces

Clark: "I gotta go to the bathroom."

Pete looks concerned.

Clark: "I'll be fine."

Pete nods. Clark opens the door and walks out into the hallway. His hands begin to stop crackling. He stops as if some great realization just came over him. His mind bends and twists passed the days, the weeks, the months. He pulls out an image of Lana's hands shacking and crackling, her veins bulging. Why hadn't he seen it sooner? He ran off as quickly as he could out of the school entrance and toward Smallville Hospital. The Kryptonite!

(Theme Song)

~Somebody save me! Let your warm hands break right through. Somebody save me! Don't care how you do it just stay. Stay. Come on. I've been waiting for you. Stay with me. I made this whole world shine for you. Stay. Stay. Come on~

At Smallville Hospital

Several doctors pace around the hospital, some with clipboards and others talking quietly with their colleagues. Clark walks in and takes several of them by surprise as no one saw him come in. He heads to Lana's room. He looks through the window and sees her in the same position she was in the last time he saw her, except she is no longer flipping through the channels. She lies there with a card in her hand and tears slowly streaming out of her eyes. Clark thinks about going. As he turns around a female doctor stops him.

Doctor: "Hello Mr. Kent. I see you've come by to check on your friend."

Lana hears through the room's open door and quickly attempts to wipe away her tears.

Doctor: "She's all yours."

Clark heads into the room slowly, a little nervous. Lana waves him in with the best smile she could muster on her streak stained face.

Clark: "Hey. Uh... how you doin'?"

Clark could already tell. Now she really did look awful.

Lana: "Like I look."

Clark smiled.

Clark: "So what do the doctors say? I hope you'll be up and running soon."

Lana: "They keep the details as hidden from me as they do anyone else. But..."

She looked down at the wire attached to her arm.

Lana: "But I can tell."

Clark: "Nah. Y-You'll be fine. Besides what would Smallville High be without the... most beautiful girl in school?"

She chuckled.

Lana: "Even now you still manage to make me laugh. This is gonna sound incredibly clichéd, but sitting here in this room. It all made things come together. It got my priorities straight. You never do know how much someone means to you..."

She began to cry. She tried her best to hold back the tears, but soon they came streaming down unchecked. Clark took her hand and held it firmly. The moniter at the side of her bed began to "beep" rapidly. Clark looked at it stubbornly as if denying it any control over her.

Clark: "I have something that I need to tell you."

Clark hated himself for doing this now because he knew it was because of the situation. Lana's hand began to crackle and shake again. It made Clark's hand do the same as if it were infecting him, too. A doctor walked in from the outside and looked astonished at the chart.

Doctor: "Oh my God! Get someone down here!"

Clark held on still with all his strength. It was a miracle he didn't crush her hand.

Clark: "Come on. Just... just stay with me" (Of Daredevil fame).

Lana: "I'm sorry."

Her hand slipped from Clark's grasp.

Doctor: "Son, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now."

Clark slowly backed out of the room in disbelief. This could not be happening. He ran. He ran passed his cares and fears. He ran passed his worries. He ran in a vain attempt to escape his nightmare. He ran and hated himself. He was no good. All the things he could do. All his powers and he couldn't even... No! He could stop this. He would not let her slip away. He would get her back. The Kryptonite made her like this. He hade to find some way. He didn't know one