Inevitability by Electric Spyro

A.n. This chapter's a little short but oh so crucial.

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The multitude of days and weeks Clark spent teaching Lana how to draw soon payed off. Four months after their first lesson, Lana was already creating characters of her own. Art grew to become a bigger part of her life. Lana was still a little upset that Clark didn't trust her completely, but she never regreted that he trusted her enough to become her friend. She couldn't even remember going to school without thinking about him. Without sitting next to him in the library wondering, 'Maybe today he'll decide to tell me everything...'

The school year was nearing its end and Ms. Morgan jumped from asking Lana if she was going to the European art school every so often, to pestering her everyday.

"I heard the art school has a great reputation for helping artists like you become masters!"

"Don't let a great opportunity like this pass you by!"

Lana tried to avoid these situations in which Ms. Morgan would attack her with continuous statements about the school. She had no reason to go. Besides, it was so far into her senior year, they surely wouldn't accept her application this late. Lana wanted a year or two off school before she even thought about college. She hadn't had alot of time to relax during her last year at Smallville High and when she did she almost always spent it in Clark's loft.

And that's where she was headed to now. Clark was always happy to see her. He had been right when he told her he was always there if she needed to talk.

Clark, in the meantime, was once again working tirelessly on the Kent farm's crops. He'd been moving barrels of hay into the barn from the back of the family's pick-up truck. Taking four at a time, Clark found the job to go by quickly. As he headed back to the truck to grab the rest, he found it to be empty. Clark then remembered he hadn't had any room left in the back for the remaining three bails of hay that were laying out by the entrance of the farm. 'I could drive the truck out there and load the hay in the back, then drive all the way back here and unload. Or I could just speed out, grab the hay, come back here, and be done with my chores early,' Clark contemplated in his mind. The latter was too tempting for Clark to pass up, and so he got ready to kick on his super speed and fly towards the entrance to retrieve the hay.

Lana walked softly looking down at the ground. Once again the silence pulled her back into daydreams of Clark. She wondered, 'Maybe I could convince Clark to go to the art school in Europe, or maybe we could go together! Wow, that's a little far fetch'd....I don't even want to go...do I? No. Yes. No. Maybe.... I have been working on my drawing techniques. Both Ms. Morgan and Clark said how much better I'm getting....oh forget it. I have to clear my head.'

She looked up as she advanced towards the farm and saw Clark standing by the family's pick-up obviously doing some sort of farm yard chore. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt as he usually did when doing things on the farm and Lana couldn't help but smile. The rural life definitely wasn't making Clark look any less attractive then he already was.

'Yes, coming over here to Clark always helps me calm down.' She took another step toward the farm.

A second after she moved, she felt a huge gust of wind flailing her hair and clothes angrily. A large white blur was now flying towards her making a whistling sound as it cut through the air. She was too shocked to scream, so she stayed frozen to her spot in front of the farm. The wind soon ceased and the white blur shrunk into focus. Clark was standing there next to a bail of hay, his hair ruffled from being caught in the strong winds. He stared at Lana with surprise and swallowed.

Lana stared back at him unbelievably. Her mouth fell open. As soon as she regained her voice, she asked slowly, "What are you?"

Clark shifted his weight from one foot to the other with discomfort. He tried to flash a smiled and failed miserably. "W-what do mean?"

"What did you just do? It - It was like you were put on fast forward or something." Lana still didn't move an inch. Trying desperately to find an explaination, she added, "You were infected by the meteor rocks weren't you?"

Clark was about to agree with this question, but stopped himself. His heart drowned out his his mind as he answered,"No." He looked down at his feet to avoid her stare. "And they're called kryponite....not meteor rocks."

"What?" Lana asked barely hearing what Clark had said. "How would you know that? And how does that explain what I just saw?"

Clark forced his gaze back on Lana. His face was hard and serious. "I'll tell you, but not here. Just...just come to the loft with me."

Clark lead her towards barn. That's where they had talked so many times before, so it was only natural that she learned his secret there. He felt her stare on the back of his neck. He didn't like this at all. He wasn't planning on telling her. He had nothing prepared to say. 'At least she'll stay long enough to hear me out,' Clark told himself optimistically. 'If she saw me use heat vision she'd probably think I was a demon from Hell or something. Then again, I guess being an alien isn't a whole lot better.'

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