Inevitability by Electric Spyro
A.n. hey! i'm watchin my Harry Potter 2 DVD rite now, but i figured i'd update asap cuz it's the last chapter.
technically, it doesn't really have anything to do with the story. it's just a little pinch of clana. let's just say it's my thank u for all u people that read this
C.K.7980 - i kno. i just felt like callin him Mr. Kent instead of Jonathan. has a nice ring to it. lol
rayray - famous writer? lol. i wish. i do gonna AIM sn. it's SmallvilleRox919. IM me if ya want :oP
okiedokie. enjoy!
Clark's parents told Lana how sorry they were that she didn't stay in Europe, but inside they were estatic that she came back. Their Clark was back once again with his jokes and smile and beautiful art. Everything seemed perfect again.
Clark couldn't believe how hard it was not to smile everyday. Just thinking about Lana and the fact that she returned to Smallville for him made his lips curl with delight. He was now laying down in the loft peacefully thinking how lucky he felt at that very moment. A year ago today he wouldn't have even dreamed he'd have someone in his life that really cared for him. He would've never thought it would be Lana - the little girl he'd kissed years ago.
He heard a creak on the stairs and saw that she was standing there like a guardian angel. He smiled automatically. "Hey."
"Hey," she retorted equally as happy to see him.
"What's up?" he asked sitting up and making a weak attempt at fixing his ruffled hair.
"I just was thinking a while ago about our sessions in the library. I don't think I ever actually said thank you."
"Oh, it's okay. It was fun," Clark assured standing up and giving her an encouraging grin.
"It was." Lana pulled a a small folded piece of paper from her jacket. "I found this in one of my notebooks from school. I thought you should have it."
Clark took the paper from her and opened it. A tiny pencil sketch of a chubby penguin wearing a pair of sunglasses and a backwards baseball cap was drawn on the lined paper. In the bottom right corner were the intials 'L.L.'
"It's the first cartoon character I created out of my own head," Lana explained a little modestly. Then she smiled and added, "His name's Clark the Super Penguin."
Clark looked up and laughed silently. "Well, I'm flattered that you'd name a penguin after me."
"Would you rather it be a toad?" Lana asked laughing along with him.
After a few minutes, Clark said, "It's kinda late. You better get back before it gets too dark." He turned around and looked out at the sky which seemed like a thick black vail of velvet.
"Yeah," Lana agreed unhappily, but her expression turned almost devilish when she added, "but I have a better idea."
Taking Clark's hand, Lana lead him out of the barn and into the darkening night. He asked her repeatively where they were going, but Lana kept her mouth closed and just smiled at him.
Finally, they reached a small dirt path about a quarter of a mile away from the Kent farm. Clark remembered this road.... He smiled along with Lana when they came to a large wire arch with a wooden banner nailed on top that read, 'Camp Randall'.
They felt like giants walking through a patch of small gray houses. The night sky cast dark shadows behind the buildings almost making it seem a bit spooky. The moon, however, shined lightly over the entire camp giving it a royal glow.
"Are we going to wake anyone?" Clark whispered halfway into the grounds.
"The camp doesn't start until next month," Lana answered as they came upon Cabin #9.
Clark opened the short door and ducked as he and Lana barely fit over the threshold. The entire cabin was no bigger then Clark's bed room and the ceiling was only a few centimeters taller then Clark himself. To the right was a bunk bed and just next to that was a stout brick fireplace which held a pile of dead ashes.
"It's definitely alot smaller then the last time I saw it," Clark said careful not to look up and smack his head on the wooden rafters. He glanced over at Lana who was rubbing her arms and shivering a little. Clark stared at the fireplace until two beams of heat shot out bringing the ashes back to life. Lana's eyes widened as she looked from the fire to Clark. "Sorry - you looked cold."
"No, it's fine," Lana confirmed sitting down on the rough planks that made up the floor. "It's kinda cozy this way."
Clark sat down with her. The fire flickered and jumped infront of them softly. It was so calm and tranquil. He would've fallen asleep if Lana hadn't spoken up.
"You know what? I think I remember what we were talking about in here last time."
"What was that?" Clark asked resting his elbows on his knees.
"I told you that I'd seen a television show where a man woke up one morning and everyone else on Earth had disappeared. I was scared that it really happened to us; you and I were the only ones left," Lana said slowly.
"Yeah," Clark retorted feeling the memories flowing back, "and I told you that was stupid."
Lana laughed. "I remember thinking how rude you were. I would have smacked you if I hadn't been so terrified that you were my only company."
Clark blushed a little. "Actually, I was kinda scared, too. I just didn't say anything because I wanted you to feel safe."
Lana smiled and looked down at the ground. "You said that I shouldn't be scared because you were there to protect me."
Clark stared at her intently. "I still am."
The moon reflected in Clark's eyes making them twinkle and swirl. Lana looked up at him loving how she fell into his eyes. He was beautiful. He really was.
You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?
A bolt of lightning crashed just outside of the cabin followed by a roll of thunder that shook the whole room. Lana squeezed Clark's hand reflexively and buried her head in his shoulder. Clark smiled a little and whispered, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess this place has a reputation for scaring people."
"Or just scaring you."
"So you're telling me that lightning didn't scare you just a little?" Lana asked looking at him unbelievably.
"Maybe a little."
The rain outside began to pour harshly. Clark got up and pulled off a blanket from the bottom bunk. He sat back down next to Lana who quickly grabbed part of the cover and threw it over herself. Clark felt a warm tingle somewhere inside his heart and not just because of the blanket. Lana was curled up next to him sweetly. Even after all their days together, Clark couldn't believe she was here with him.
You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
But so careful
When I'm in your arms
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
"I think we might have to stay here for a while," Clark said not sounding too upset about the idea.
"Nell and your parents will probably murder us for staying here together," Lana predicted cuddling up closer to him.
"Well, sometimes you have to take risks in order to have fun."
Lana looked up curiously. "You never struck me as the risk-taking type."
"Really?" Clark smirked. He slid a hand under Lana's cheek and pulled her into a kiss. Lana imediately returned it.
You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know-it-all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
You're a beautiful
A beautiful f-cked up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
"What about now?" Clark asked his face inches from Lana's.
"Now I'm remembering why I kissed you five years ago," Lana admited smiling.
"I am the one who kissed you," Clark corrected wrapping a protective arm around Lana's waste.
"Oh whatever, Clark. I saw your face. You were practically the color of a ghost when I moved in on you."
"Okay, alright. Whatever floats your boat." A few seconds passed. "But, seriously, I moved in on you."
"Clark, stop!"
"What?" Clark asked playfully.
Lana couldn't help but laugh. "Just imagine if we'd never kissed in here before. Where would either of us be?"
Clark thought about this and didn't like what he came up with. "Lana?"
"Yeah?" she answered dazily. Her eyes were closed as she desperately tried to get closer to Clark selfishly taking in his warmth.
"I'm really glad I'm here......with you."
Lana smiled. Now he was sounding like the old shy, nervous Clark. She kissed his cheek and rested her head on his chest. "Me too, Clark....me too..."
The rain beat down heavily on the small cabin in a soft, swift hypnotizing pattern. Slowly the two teens inside fell into an almost beautiful sleep - creating an amazing picture that both Clark and Lana would have loved to capture on paper.
Two people, from two worlds, brought together by one single kiss five years ago....
Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
You're building a mystery
A.n. thanx again guys!
btw, Clark the Super Penguin is actually Jo-Jo the Pimpin' Penguin. i created him one day during science class last year. hehe.
i hope u liked it! now i hafta get back to HP2! they just found of Ginny was takin into the Chamber of Secrets!! o no! lol.
please review!!!!