Inevitability by Electric Spyro
A.n. i spent i long time trying to get this chappy juuust right so it BETTER be good! lol
enjoy!
'Please...please don't be gone yet...please...'
Clark was now at the airport. Due to the fact that crowds of people were surrounding him, Clark couldn't sped through the building. He ran normally bumping into a few travelers and briefly apologizing. He began to worry. What if he didn't find her in time?
"Thank you so much, Nell."
"You deserve it, Honey. Remember to write or call every month."
"I will."
Clark shot his head towards the familiar voices and felt his heart leap when he saw Lana. She was standing around a bundle of bags and hugging her aunt. "Lana!"
Lana let go of her aunt as she saw Clark Kent racing towards her. His hair looked like he hadn't done anything with it since the last day of school and he had visible bags under his eyes. She hoped he hadn't let himself look this pitiful because of her. Ever since their last conversation, Lana had regreted what she said. Okay, maybe she was a little harsh....but Clark should have never kept it from her.
"Clark, I really can't - "
"Lana, we have to talk." Clark's voice was stern and firm - very un-Clark-Kent-like. He was obviously upset. He pulled Lana over a feet so they could speak privately away from Nell.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quickly.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing," Clark snapped glaring at her.
"I'm here because I want to leave Smallville. It's too crowded. I - "
"We both know that's a lie," Clark broke in angrily. "Tell me why you're leaving - honestly. It's me isn't? Am I the reason you're leaving?"
Lana swallowed the lump in her throat. Clark was too complicated. Her life was too complicated. Running away was her only escape. She felt her eyes water with frustration. "What do want me to do, Clark - smile and pretend like it's perfectly normal? I can't do that, Clark. It isn't normal...." Lana backed up slowly. "You're not normal."
"Lana." She turned and began to walk away. "Lana!" The tears began to slide down her hot cheeks as she started walking briskly away from Clark and all her problems.The walk gradually sped up into a run as she heard Clark's footsteps behind her. He grabbed her arm whirling her completely around. "Lana, stop!"
"Let go of me, Clark!" Lana exclaimed struggling to pull out of his grasp. "Leave me alone!"
"Lana, stop it! Stop it!" he bellowed as she yanked and pulled. Finally, she slowly stopped fighting him. "I'm not going to hurt you..." Clark promised calmly. Cautiously, he let go of her. He was happy to see that she didn't run off again. "I won't ever hurt you, Lana.....you have to understand that."
She sniffed, wiped away a few tears. Then, looking up into his eyes, Lana saw something in them. It was almost...human. "What do want from me?"
"I don't want anything, Lana," Clark stated simply. "It's just that....I never met some one like you before. You made me feel like I actually fit in, you know? Well, I guess you don't....
"Lana, I swear I would've told you the day you came to my loft for the first time, but I didn't want you to leave me. I like how I feel around you." Clark felt emotions exploding within him. "I don't ever want to forget that feeling. You made me feel like....me."
Lana stared speechless. Clark's focus fell to the ground downheartedly. At that moment, Lana finally snapped out of her old angry thoughts and realized how stupid she'd been. All this time she'd thought Clark didn't tell her just because he didn't want her to see that he was really a freak from outer space. The real reason was simple - he only wanted her to talk to him...to be his friend.
"Clark, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to....to make you feel like you couldn't tell me...."
She fell into his embrace and something connected. Something told her that this is where she was suppose to be - in Clark's arms. "God, I feel like the biggest idiot."
"No, Lana," Clark pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear, "you were just scared."
"It was you that taught me how to draw. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even been accepted to this college!"
It was silent for a moment has they held each other. Then Clark said softly, "You should go."
"What?" She looked up at him amazed. He came here to stop her and now he was telling her to leave?
"It's like you're aunt said earlier - you deserve this. It's a great opportunity." He hesitated before adding, "I want you to go."
"What about you? You deserve this too."
Clark smiled modestly. "Drawing's just a hobby for me. I really want to get into journalism." Then Clark whispered in her ear, "And besides - I'm afraid of planes."
Lana smiled and hugged Clark again. "Thank you for everything, Clark. I finally realize how lucky I am to have met you."
"It's just fate I guess," Clark admited practically. "You better get back to Nell before the plane leaves without you."
For a second, Lana wanted to say, 'Who cares if it leaves without me?' but all that came out was, "I am going to miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you too." Before he could stop it, Clark was leaning in towards Lana and their lips met once again. The kiss was short, but both Clark and Lana felt the mutal feelings that had been locked up inside since they were twelve. During that one moment, they both were transported back five years ago into the small dusty Cabin #9 on Camp Randall Field Grounds.
They pulled away realizing what was coming next. Lana finally said faintly, "Goodbye, Clark."
"Yeah....bye."
Lana smiled slightly and then delicately let her smile fade. This was it. She was leaving. She kind of wished Clark hadn't come. He now made it that much harder to go. She quickly rushed off afraid that if she waited much longer, she would change her mind.
Clark didn't move. It had just sunk in that he let the only girl he'd ever loved go. 'What was I thinking?'
'You were thinking about her happiness. Deep inside you know what you did was right,' Clark's Heart admited sadly.
'What did I tell ya? Telling her your secret broke your heart and drove her out of the country!' Clark's Mind barked brutally.
He sighed as he walked out of the airport. Just as he reached the front door, he noticed an international airplane take off from the run way. It folded up its wheels as it flew out of sight. Clark remembered something that he'd read somewhere that now fit him perfectly:
Sometimes I wish I never met you
Because then I would never know
That there was some one out there like you
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
A week passed. Everytime Clark saw a dark haired girl drive by his farm, for a spit second his heart jumped hoping it was Lana - but it wasn't. It never was. She was halfway across the world right now. She wasn't coming back anytime soon.
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out Heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Day after day that thought slowly grinded itself into Clark's head. He began to draw again, but they looked more like hardcore tattoo designs rather then the funny cartoons or the realistic landscapes that Clark had once mastered. His depressed condition grew so much that his parents were considering a psychiatrist. From the vent in his room, Clark could hear his parents' mumbled voices in the kitchen discussing Clark and his change in character. But he couldn't blame him - Clark was worried too.
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's somthing left for me
So please come stay with me '
Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me
What would become of him? Would the next friend he made run away from him too? Would he even have another friend?
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Please come now I think I'm falling
Holding to all I think is safe
Saturday night, Clark couldn't get to sleep. All the other times he just kind of forced himself, but tonight it was not working. He hoped he wasn't getting insomnia on top of everything else. He looked at his clock and noticed that it was 3:15. He pulled off his covers and left his room. Creeping quietly into the kitchen, he grabbed four packs of Pop Tarts and a Pepsi can. He then made his way out to the loft.
Once he got there, he set his late-night snacks down on the table and plopped down on the couch pulling out his newest sketch book and a pencil. He turned the book to his latest creation - a rose whose long winding stem entertwined with the name 'Lana' drawn in tattoo-like writing - and began to lengthen the stem. Moments later, he heard a noise near the staircase of the loft.
He looked up stunned as he tried to figure out if he was just imagining what he saw or if it was real. Lana was standing there smiling happily. She was wearing a long, flowing silver dress and there seemed to be a glowing aura shining around her like an angel. Her smile warmth his soul and soothed his heart.
"Lana, what are doing here?" Clark asked surprised yet excited.
"I came back for you," she admited. Her voice sounded soft like a weightless cloud. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Clark retorted without hesitation.
Lana started to walk slowly toward him...
Clark jolted awake. He looked around groggily and the first thing he noticed was that Lana was not at the staircase smiling. In fact, she wasn't there at all.
"It was a stupid dream," Clark told himself aloud slapping the sketch book shut and sighing angrily. He grabbed the Pepis can and cracked it open. He took a sip and then ripped open one of the Pop Tarts. Why must his mind trick him like that?
"God, why didn't I stop her?"
A.n. btw, it's kinda weird becuz i wrote this fic a while ago, and as i was rereading this chapter, my Real One Player started playin One Last Breath by Creed. i was like 'omg! that fits Clark's mood perfectly!' i mean i came across that song completely by chance and i wouldn't have even put it in if i hadn't been listenin to my Real One. almost like it was fate....oooo creepy
lol. anywayz, review!