Lana Lang had phoned Lex on his cellphone thirty minutes earlier requesting a meeting. As Lex stood on the repaired bridge, looking down into the water that he'd almost drowned in two days earlier, he wondered what message Lana was trying to send with her choice of location. Lost in his memories he didn't even hear her approaching.
"Lex, stay away from Edward Kent," Lana said, dragging Lex into the present.
Lex looked at Lana, dressed head to toe in black.
"Who exactly are you?" asked Lex.
"I'm Lana Lang," answered Lana Lang. " I'm Edward's best friend and I've come here to threaten you. Be afraid. Be very afraid."
"And why exactly should I stay away from Edward?" asked a curious, and totally unafraid, Lex.
"Yesterday Pete Ross phoned me, warning me that you seemed obsessed with Edward, and this morning Edward tells me that you visited him last night, although he won't go into any further details."
"So, I've got Pete Ross to thank for this meeting. Well, at least that explains how you got my cellphone number."
"He's worried about you, Lex. He says that you've changed."
"I guess I have," replied Lex. "Don't worry, Miss Lang. I'll make things up with Pete."
"I don't really care about Pete," admitted Lana. "Edward's why I'm here."
"You don't need to worry about Edward. There was an incident, a long time ago, between us. Anyway, last night I found out the reason for why he'd done what he'd done all those years ago. Turns out he was just another non-member of my father's fan club. Anyway, the incident seems to have caused him almost as much upset as it did me. Maybe it's time we both tried to put it behind us. Bygones."
"Are you always this enigmatic?" asked Lana, amazed by the lack of actual detail in his answer.
"That would be telling," replied Lex enigmatically.
"So, you're going to stay away from Edward?" asked Lana.
"I'm planning on leaving," replied Lex, staring down into the dark waters below.
"Don't blame you," nodded Lana. "As soon as I can I'll be out of Smallville."
"Metropolis?" asked Lex.
"No, Fritz Lang may have been interested in Metropolis but Lana Lang certainly isn't. It's nowhere near far enough away. I'm talking the other side of the world, at the very least."
"You don't plan on coming back to Smallville?"
"No. Once maybe. To visit my parents. Well, their graves to be precise... and that's just so I can build a dance floor over them." Lana smiled at Lex, but he didn't smile back.
"The person Edward needs to be wary of is Chloe," warned Lex, suddenly serious.
"Well, to tell the truth, I think Chloe's spell on Edward's finally broken."
"Really?" enquired a surprised Lex.
"Really," replied a smiling Lana. "Looks like Eddie's finally come to his senses. Then again he claimed he saw a blue fairy last night. Probably a bird or a plane, I told him. Then again he was probably kidding - he's got a strange sense of humor."
"He's not like you or me," observed Lex.
"Of course he is. He just wears his scars on the outside," replied Lana and then looked at Lex, noticing the small scars on his lips and around his head. "Who cut your hair by the way? They must have been drunk."
Lex laughed. "You're hardly one to criticize other people's appearances," he responded good-naturedly. "You seem to have based your whole look on Edward Kent."
"I dressed like this long before Edward Kent came along," replied Lana defensively. "Besides at least I don't go around wearing a T-shirt with my own face on it."
"It's Warrior Angel," explained Lex.
"Well, duh, I know that. I was only kidding, Lex. Besides, when all's said and done it's still pretty geeky."
"You reckon I should dress like you and Eddie?" replied a bemused Lex.
"No, I doubt you could carry off black."
"You're probably right," replied Lex and turned away.
Lana and Lex would never talk again after that day, mainly because one of them would be dead.