Author: LCA
Disclaimer: Prayer to the Disclaiming God: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to God my muse to keep. If I get sued when I awake, I pray the lawyers just made a mistake. They ain't mine! Amen.
A/N: ok, so i caved. this was just going to be a one-chapter fic, but i got all these lovely reviews...and i got a really amazing idea that fits this story perfectly. that, and the Smallville is too much fun too write about. I CAN'T STOP!!!!! anywho... To the Reviewers:
style: yes, it's shocking! OUCH! get it...like a shock...only you meant it as surprising...God, I'm priceless....
Akemi Akibi: thanx for your offer of help, it was very appreciated. i already have a beta reader, but if I didn't u bet your button i'd ask u! the reason i didn't go into detail on what happened is that i loved the idea of the mystery and also, just at the core of the issue, Clark lost Lana, and when you loose someone you love, the how's and why's just don't matter. so that was my train of thought while writing, sorry if it confused you.
Angie:): oh sure, the Disclaiming God is great. But the dance can get a little hard, not for novices. i'm glad i could depress you! hope this has the same effect. lol!
LL2: thank you for you review! yeah, pain sux. eh, what can ya do? :)
jessi01: sooo glad you loved it! u like me! hazah! so, i updated JUST FOR YOU!!!!
The Die Hard: i think that Clark has been brought up to feel guilt when he can't save someone. true, he can't do everything, but if someone you loved died, and you knew you could have done something different...i believe it is natural is to blame yourself, even if it's not reasonable.
beaker164: thanx, i try!
CrAzYgUrL73089: OMG! i read Everlasting Love and i looooooooved it...one might say everlastingly... i freaked out when i found out u had reviewed me. lol! and i would have reviewed yours, but i think i had to go eat when i had finished reading it and was really mad because i couldn't. grrrrr! anway, thanx so much for saying my fic was sadder, however untrue it is.
A: poor Clark! *sigh* glad you liked my fic! *blushes*
just me: here! i wrote more. ;-)
Stay With Me
***
Clark kept his head down as he walked up the steps to school. Chloe could see him, honestly looking as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. His incredibly wide, hunky shoulders....
'NO! BAD CHLOE!!! BAD THOUGHTS!!!!' Her mind snapped her out of it. 'He just lost the person he has been in love with for how many years, and you think he'll even look at you now?'
As if to prove the cruel point, Clark walked right by her, not even glancing her way. Chloe sighed and followed him down the hall. It's not like he was the only one who had lost Lana. Her and Chloe had developed a true friendship over time. She had been so beautiful, so full of life. It just wasn't fair. The image of her body, of what he had done to her...
Chloe shook off the image and walked brusquely to her newspaper office. She just wanted to surround herself with work, and forget Clark, forget Lana, forget everything.
However, at that moment her cell phone rang. Checking the caller id she saw it was...Lex? Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Why the hell was he calling her? Unless....
Her cheeks flamed. It had been one kiss, one night. The night she had found Lana. He had driven her home, and he had opened the door for her, led her into the house and just held her when she had finally broken down. Her legs had given out and everything. Lex's arms had wrapped around her waist and held her up, squishing her to him, but she hadn't minded the closeness. His chest heaved and she knew that he was crying too. They stood there for possibly hours, she still didn't know how long it had been, crying on each other and at the same time trying to comfort each other. When her legs and finally steadied, she pulled back and looked up at him.
His eyes were puffy and his nose was red, and somehow she had never seen anyone sexier in her life. Tilting her head up they had shared one perfect kiss. It had only lasted a second, but the impact was still rippling through her life today. Since then she had used the tried-and-true avoidance routine. Chloe knew that she really liked Clark, but at the same time she couldn't deny that the kiss had been...magical.
'O.k., did I really just call a kiss MAGICAL?!?!?! You have to pull it together, girl.' her ever active brain chimed in. The phone was still ringing, so she did the appropriate thing to do in that situation. Stuffed it back in her bag and kept walking.
* * *
Everywhere he looked he saw her. She was the girl whose back was to him, her long black hair shining. Her laughter could be heard in the wind. Her eyes twinkled in the stars. SHE JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE!
Clark lashed out at the nearby locker. The pain rippling through his fist from the full-contact blow with metal felt good, calmed him down.
Even in death Lana could drive him crazy. However, Clark did not necessarily appreciate this more accurate meaning to the word that he was experiencing. He saw here everywhere. Even in his dreams. Especially in his dreams. She would talk to him then, and it would be just like her. Her movements, her facial expressions, they were all perfect. Just as she would have done them, which equaled perfect.
The bell rang, so Clark made his way over to the science room, where he was sure to be bored to tears. Or death. Hopefully death. If he died, he could see Lana again...
He knew those weren't healthy thoughts. He could still hear his mother's voice, from just this morning.
"Clark, honey, it's not that we don't trust you to come to us when you have a problem but...we also know how much Lana meant to you. It's o.k. to feel sad about her death, but it's not o.k. to blame yourself. There's nothing you could have done. That man was sick, and he knew how to..." Martha's voice choked off into tears.
"You saw the pictures, Mom." Clarks voice was as cold as steal. "Even I could hardly recognize her. And I had promised her, Mom. I had promised to never let that happen to her. If I had just left her alone. If I had just cut her out of my life for good..."
"She wouldn't let you. Clark, she didn't die because you loved her. And she didn't die because she loved you. She died because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time."
Clark looked up at her with lost eyes, as though by staring hard enough, he could actually see the answers. "Why couldn't I hear her screams for help? Why couldn't I hear her when she needed me the most?"
Martha had been unable to answer, and Clark had gotten up and just walked away.
Clark shook his head, thinking of the conversation they would have when he got home that night. The bell calling school to order sounded, and the teacher started the day's lecture. Clark promptly fell asleep.
*
"Psssssst."
The sound came through to him, from the blackness of Clark's eyelids.
"Psssssssssssssssst!" The sound was sharper, more urgent. It was followed by a sharp poke in the ribs.
"What the..." Clark muttered as he opened his eyes. He was out on some field somewhere, his truck parked in front of him and a laughing Lana retreating to sit on its hood.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty!" she teased. "I expect total and complete attention."
"Yes, Ma'am," he mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. There she was, in all of her glory. A pink bell-sleeved shirt, with a deeper pink tank top underneath it, framed her upper torso, showing her slenderness and a little bit of cleavage. Jeans hugged her thighs and..other areas. Clark swallowed, trying to banish the lustful thoughts. Her hair was just as shiny as ever, and held away from her eyes by two butterfly clips. She was...perfect.
Lana jumped off of the hood and knelt down by him. He looked deep into her eyes before kissing her. The kiss deepened and they lay down gently in the grass before pulling apart. Then, before she could move, Clark tickled her. She was gasping for breath, writhing around trying to get away when the rain clouds came. Looking up at the sky, Lana frowned.
"I have to go, I shouldn't have stayed this long," she said, her tone terrified.
"What is it? Why do you have to leave?" Clark grabbed her hand, stopping her from going anywhere.
"Clark...I...I'm not supposed to say."
"No, I won't let you go. Stay with me."
"They'll get angry. Please Clark, let me go."
"I can't. I've tried, but I just can't.
The clouds were getting darker and darker; and Lana was getting more and more frantic. She tugged to get her hand away from him. By the time she finally got it free, the rain was pouring and lightning was going everywhere. A bolt flew down from the sky and hit her right where she stood.
"LANA!!!!!" Clark screamed. He couldn't stand to loose her again.
When the lightning faded, Lana still stood, but her eyes were black and soulless. It wasn't Lana anymore Clark realized with a sickening turn of his stomach.
She walked toward her, steam still coming off of her a little bit.
"What's the matter, love? Don't you care for me anymore?" It was Lana's voice, but with a sick, twisted, metallic ring to it. Quick as a blink her hand went back and raked across his cheek, drawing blood.
Lana looked at him with those awful eyes.
"LOVE ME!!!!!!!" she screamed.
*
Clark jerked awake, for once glad that his dream with Lana had ended. It was just a dream right? Putting a shaking hand up to his cheek, Clark winced as his cold fingers came in contact with the burning flesh. Pulling his hand back, his heart stopped. There was blood on his fingers.
* * *
A/n: more to come. o, by the way, see that button right below that says "Go"? come on, touch it. all the cool kids do. ;-)
Disclaimer: Prayer to the Disclaiming God: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to God my muse to keep. If I get sued when I awake, I pray the lawyers just made a mistake. They ain't mine! Amen.
A/N: ok, so i caved. this was just going to be a one-chapter fic, but i got all these lovely reviews...and i got a really amazing idea that fits this story perfectly. that, and the Smallville is too much fun too write about. I CAN'T STOP!!!!! anywho... To the Reviewers:
style: yes, it's shocking! OUCH! get it...like a shock...only you meant it as surprising...God, I'm priceless....
Akemi Akibi: thanx for your offer of help, it was very appreciated. i already have a beta reader, but if I didn't u bet your button i'd ask u! the reason i didn't go into detail on what happened is that i loved the idea of the mystery and also, just at the core of the issue, Clark lost Lana, and when you loose someone you love, the how's and why's just don't matter. so that was my train of thought while writing, sorry if it confused you.
Angie:): oh sure, the Disclaiming God is great. But the dance can get a little hard, not for novices. i'm glad i could depress you! hope this has the same effect. lol!
LL2: thank you for you review! yeah, pain sux. eh, what can ya do? :)
jessi01: sooo glad you loved it! u like me! hazah! so, i updated JUST FOR YOU!!!!
The Die Hard: i think that Clark has been brought up to feel guilt when he can't save someone. true, he can't do everything, but if someone you loved died, and you knew you could have done something different...i believe it is natural is to blame yourself, even if it's not reasonable.
beaker164: thanx, i try!
CrAzYgUrL73089: OMG! i read Everlasting Love and i looooooooved it...one might say everlastingly... i freaked out when i found out u had reviewed me. lol! and i would have reviewed yours, but i think i had to go eat when i had finished reading it and was really mad because i couldn't. grrrrr! anway, thanx so much for saying my fic was sadder, however untrue it is.
A: poor Clark! *sigh* glad you liked my fic! *blushes*
just me: here! i wrote more. ;-)
Stay With Me
***
Clark kept his head down as he walked up the steps to school. Chloe could see him, honestly looking as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. His incredibly wide, hunky shoulders....
'NO! BAD CHLOE!!! BAD THOUGHTS!!!!' Her mind snapped her out of it. 'He just lost the person he has been in love with for how many years, and you think he'll even look at you now?'
As if to prove the cruel point, Clark walked right by her, not even glancing her way. Chloe sighed and followed him down the hall. It's not like he was the only one who had lost Lana. Her and Chloe had developed a true friendship over time. She had been so beautiful, so full of life. It just wasn't fair. The image of her body, of what he had done to her...
Chloe shook off the image and walked brusquely to her newspaper office. She just wanted to surround herself with work, and forget Clark, forget Lana, forget everything.
However, at that moment her cell phone rang. Checking the caller id she saw it was...Lex? Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Why the hell was he calling her? Unless....
Her cheeks flamed. It had been one kiss, one night. The night she had found Lana. He had driven her home, and he had opened the door for her, led her into the house and just held her when she had finally broken down. Her legs had given out and everything. Lex's arms had wrapped around her waist and held her up, squishing her to him, but she hadn't minded the closeness. His chest heaved and she knew that he was crying too. They stood there for possibly hours, she still didn't know how long it had been, crying on each other and at the same time trying to comfort each other. When her legs and finally steadied, she pulled back and looked up at him.
His eyes were puffy and his nose was red, and somehow she had never seen anyone sexier in her life. Tilting her head up they had shared one perfect kiss. It had only lasted a second, but the impact was still rippling through her life today. Since then she had used the tried-and-true avoidance routine. Chloe knew that she really liked Clark, but at the same time she couldn't deny that the kiss had been...magical.
'O.k., did I really just call a kiss MAGICAL?!?!?! You have to pull it together, girl.' her ever active brain chimed in. The phone was still ringing, so she did the appropriate thing to do in that situation. Stuffed it back in her bag and kept walking.
* * *
Everywhere he looked he saw her. She was the girl whose back was to him, her long black hair shining. Her laughter could be heard in the wind. Her eyes twinkled in the stars. SHE JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE!
Clark lashed out at the nearby locker. The pain rippling through his fist from the full-contact blow with metal felt good, calmed him down.
Even in death Lana could drive him crazy. However, Clark did not necessarily appreciate this more accurate meaning to the word that he was experiencing. He saw here everywhere. Even in his dreams. Especially in his dreams. She would talk to him then, and it would be just like her. Her movements, her facial expressions, they were all perfect. Just as she would have done them, which equaled perfect.
The bell rang, so Clark made his way over to the science room, where he was sure to be bored to tears. Or death. Hopefully death. If he died, he could see Lana again...
He knew those weren't healthy thoughts. He could still hear his mother's voice, from just this morning.
"Clark, honey, it's not that we don't trust you to come to us when you have a problem but...we also know how much Lana meant to you. It's o.k. to feel sad about her death, but it's not o.k. to blame yourself. There's nothing you could have done. That man was sick, and he knew how to..." Martha's voice choked off into tears.
"You saw the pictures, Mom." Clarks voice was as cold as steal. "Even I could hardly recognize her. And I had promised her, Mom. I had promised to never let that happen to her. If I had just left her alone. If I had just cut her out of my life for good..."
"She wouldn't let you. Clark, she didn't die because you loved her. And she didn't die because she loved you. She died because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time."
Clark looked up at her with lost eyes, as though by staring hard enough, he could actually see the answers. "Why couldn't I hear her screams for help? Why couldn't I hear her when she needed me the most?"
Martha had been unable to answer, and Clark had gotten up and just walked away.
Clark shook his head, thinking of the conversation they would have when he got home that night. The bell calling school to order sounded, and the teacher started the day's lecture. Clark promptly fell asleep.
*
"Psssssst."
The sound came through to him, from the blackness of Clark's eyelids.
"Psssssssssssssssst!" The sound was sharper, more urgent. It was followed by a sharp poke in the ribs.
"What the..." Clark muttered as he opened his eyes. He was out on some field somewhere, his truck parked in front of him and a laughing Lana retreating to sit on its hood.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty!" she teased. "I expect total and complete attention."
"Yes, Ma'am," he mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. There she was, in all of her glory. A pink bell-sleeved shirt, with a deeper pink tank top underneath it, framed her upper torso, showing her slenderness and a little bit of cleavage. Jeans hugged her thighs and..other areas. Clark swallowed, trying to banish the lustful thoughts. Her hair was just as shiny as ever, and held away from her eyes by two butterfly clips. She was...perfect.
Lana jumped off of the hood and knelt down by him. He looked deep into her eyes before kissing her. The kiss deepened and they lay down gently in the grass before pulling apart. Then, before she could move, Clark tickled her. She was gasping for breath, writhing around trying to get away when the rain clouds came. Looking up at the sky, Lana frowned.
"I have to go, I shouldn't have stayed this long," she said, her tone terrified.
"What is it? Why do you have to leave?" Clark grabbed her hand, stopping her from going anywhere.
"Clark...I...I'm not supposed to say."
"No, I won't let you go. Stay with me."
"They'll get angry. Please Clark, let me go."
"I can't. I've tried, but I just can't.
The clouds were getting darker and darker; and Lana was getting more and more frantic. She tugged to get her hand away from him. By the time she finally got it free, the rain was pouring and lightning was going everywhere. A bolt flew down from the sky and hit her right where she stood.
"LANA!!!!!" Clark screamed. He couldn't stand to loose her again.
When the lightning faded, Lana still stood, but her eyes were black and soulless. It wasn't Lana anymore Clark realized with a sickening turn of his stomach.
She walked toward her, steam still coming off of her a little bit.
"What's the matter, love? Don't you care for me anymore?" It was Lana's voice, but with a sick, twisted, metallic ring to it. Quick as a blink her hand went back and raked across his cheek, drawing blood.
Lana looked at him with those awful eyes.
"LOVE ME!!!!!!!" she screamed.
*
Clark jerked awake, for once glad that his dream with Lana had ended. It was just a dream right? Putting a shaking hand up to his cheek, Clark winced as his cold fingers came in contact with the burning flesh. Pulling his hand back, his heart stopped. There was blood on his fingers.
* * *
A/n: more to come. o, by the way, see that button right below that says "Go"? come on, touch it. all the cool kids do. ;-)