Back Then
A reflection Dawn. Ring. Ring. " I'm up! I'm up!"
As the beautiful Kansas sun rose over the horizon, Clark Kent groggily dragged himself out of bed, contemplating the past night's events.
She was supposed to go out with him, on a date, on the date, but something had come up ( or a someone, that is if you could it someone ) He had tried to apologize, but she had tossed his roses in the trash. Clark never thought being an Alien would be so hard.
But that was then, and this was now. In front of him lay a closet full of plaid shirts and blue jeans, and he had to pick what to wear, more importantly, where to go next. " Red or Blue?," he thought to himself, "Lana or Chloe?" after some deliberation; ( does a half a second count?) " Red. Lana."
Night. Putter. Putter. "You will obey me"
But that was then, when it was good. When he could definitively say who, what, where, when, or why he wanted. And as the sunset behind him on Smallville, the moon rose on Metropolis. The lunar light reflected in his sunglasses, and his white leather jacket seemed to have an iridescent glow in the moon light. His future was in Metropolis, he knew that much. But, he couldn't help but feel as if he belonged in Smallville. Then again, a part of Smallville was working in Metropolis for the summer " No, Kael-El, all you would do is hurt her, just as you hurt the others" "Yes, your right". Clark, now it seemed, was meant to be alone. All alone. And with that, he rode on, into the moonlight of his future, his motorcycle glistening as it sped by.
Night. Drip Silence Drop Tick silence Tock Drip Drop silence
An eerie silence lay over The Talon as Lana Lang closed up for the night. His roses were still in the trash, but she really could care less. That's what she wanted Him to think, at least. Tears still running down her cheeks, she wiped off the counter, not really knowing which worked better, human tears or Windex. "He deserved it" she said, hushed by both emotion and the silence in the coffee shop "He was late. He stood me up. He Deserved it" Peering over to the trash bin ,shaking, Lana gingerly picked the bundle of roses from the trash. "They still smell beautiful" she thought, dropping them lightly into her trash bag. She broke down. She couldn't take it anymore. She broke down. The trash bag hit the floor, Lana's quavering hands no longer able to hold them. Falling to her knees, She asked, almost scared, almost desperate" He deserved it." "Didn't he?" But the silence gave no answer, and Lana knelt there, helpless, alone
Morning. Sizzle. Yawn. Crackle. Caw. Buzz.
It was hot. Between the sizzling bacon before her, and the rising morning sun, Lana Lang didn't know which was hotter. A new bead of sweat dripped down her face, only to be evenly spread by the fan in front of her. The Kent's AC was out, so Jonathan had bought one of those white plug-in fans, the type that cost little more than $20. It had been two weeks, four days since he had left. Lana was counting, waiting, hoping. Still, no word. Nothing. She had made Martha and Jonathan bacon, eggs, and pancakes 18 times including this morning. The Kents, who were usually up at sunrise, had lost their vigor, and were up no sooner than 10. Without Clark to help, the Kent fields had become overgrown and filled with blackbirds and other animals picking what they could out of the sun beaten crops. Money was quickly running out, but Lana had no other place to go. After Chloe had left the house, depressed, angry, cursing Lana, Mr. Sullivan had kicked Lana out. She had turned to the Kents, who, as warmly as their broken hearts could, welcomed them to their home. She slept in Clark's room, and had noticed the telescope still pointed at her old bedroom window. The three of them would spend their days inside. Lana had closed down the Talon for the summer, from lack of anyone wanting a hot cup of coffee. So, she would sit in Clark's room, occasionally looking through his things, pondering his closet full of plaid. The three of them would eat every meal together, making small talk. Really, though, the three of them spent their days waiting for Clark Kent to walk through the front door. Martha never turned the television up too loud, Jonathan never went too far from the house, and Lana never had her headphones on both ears. "Damn, they've burned!" She had never burned the bacon and eggs before. Never. Tossing the others ungracefully in the trash, she went to the freezer to get another batch. It was funny, you know, though there were only three people at the table, Lana always cooked for four
A reflection Dawn. Ring. Ring. " I'm up! I'm up!"
As the beautiful Kansas sun rose over the horizon, Clark Kent groggily dragged himself out of bed, contemplating the past night's events.
She was supposed to go out with him, on a date, on the date, but something had come up ( or a someone, that is if you could it someone ) He had tried to apologize, but she had tossed his roses in the trash. Clark never thought being an Alien would be so hard.
But that was then, and this was now. In front of him lay a closet full of plaid shirts and blue jeans, and he had to pick what to wear, more importantly, where to go next. " Red or Blue?," he thought to himself, "Lana or Chloe?" after some deliberation; ( does a half a second count?) " Red. Lana."
Night. Putter. Putter. "You will obey me"
But that was then, when it was good. When he could definitively say who, what, where, when, or why he wanted. And as the sunset behind him on Smallville, the moon rose on Metropolis. The lunar light reflected in his sunglasses, and his white leather jacket seemed to have an iridescent glow in the moon light. His future was in Metropolis, he knew that much. But, he couldn't help but feel as if he belonged in Smallville. Then again, a part of Smallville was working in Metropolis for the summer " No, Kael-El, all you would do is hurt her, just as you hurt the others" "Yes, your right". Clark, now it seemed, was meant to be alone. All alone. And with that, he rode on, into the moonlight of his future, his motorcycle glistening as it sped by.
Night. Drip Silence Drop Tick silence Tock Drip Drop silence
An eerie silence lay over The Talon as Lana Lang closed up for the night. His roses were still in the trash, but she really could care less. That's what she wanted Him to think, at least. Tears still running down her cheeks, she wiped off the counter, not really knowing which worked better, human tears or Windex. "He deserved it" she said, hushed by both emotion and the silence in the coffee shop "He was late. He stood me up. He Deserved it" Peering over to the trash bin ,shaking, Lana gingerly picked the bundle of roses from the trash. "They still smell beautiful" she thought, dropping them lightly into her trash bag. She broke down. She couldn't take it anymore. She broke down. The trash bag hit the floor, Lana's quavering hands no longer able to hold them. Falling to her knees, She asked, almost scared, almost desperate" He deserved it." "Didn't he?" But the silence gave no answer, and Lana knelt there, helpless, alone
Morning. Sizzle. Yawn. Crackle. Caw. Buzz.
It was hot. Between the sizzling bacon before her, and the rising morning sun, Lana Lang didn't know which was hotter. A new bead of sweat dripped down her face, only to be evenly spread by the fan in front of her. The Kent's AC was out, so Jonathan had bought one of those white plug-in fans, the type that cost little more than $20. It had been two weeks, four days since he had left. Lana was counting, waiting, hoping. Still, no word. Nothing. She had made Martha and Jonathan bacon, eggs, and pancakes 18 times including this morning. The Kents, who were usually up at sunrise, had lost their vigor, and were up no sooner than 10. Without Clark to help, the Kent fields had become overgrown and filled with blackbirds and other animals picking what they could out of the sun beaten crops. Money was quickly running out, but Lana had no other place to go. After Chloe had left the house, depressed, angry, cursing Lana, Mr. Sullivan had kicked Lana out. She had turned to the Kents, who, as warmly as their broken hearts could, welcomed them to their home. She slept in Clark's room, and had noticed the telescope still pointed at her old bedroom window. The three of them would spend their days inside. Lana had closed down the Talon for the summer, from lack of anyone wanting a hot cup of coffee. So, she would sit in Clark's room, occasionally looking through his things, pondering his closet full of plaid. The three of them would eat every meal together, making small talk. Really, though, the three of them spent their days waiting for Clark Kent to walk through the front door. Martha never turned the television up too loud, Jonathan never went too far from the house, and Lana never had her headphones on both ears. "Damn, they've burned!" She had never burned the bacon and eggs before. Never. Tossing the others ungracefully in the trash, she went to the freezer to get another batch. It was funny, you know, though there were only three people at the table, Lana always cooked for four