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August 18, 2004

Lana sat alone in the room at Clark's bedside. She clasped his hand gently in hers, kissing his fingers softly. "Clark," she whispered. "I'm scared, I'm so scared Clark. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. It'd break my heart. I love you, Clark. I never stopped loving you. God, I hope you know that. We're all so worried about you, Clark. You're their only son, they love you so much. You can't leave us Clark, you just can't. We need you, Clark. I need you. Please come back to me, to us." She kissed his hand again the laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.

September 12, 2004

Lana walked in with coffee for everyone, doling it out according to who ordered what. "Thanks for going all the way to the Talon for coffee, Lana. We know you didn't really want to leave."
"It's no problem, Mrs. Kent; I was getting tired of this hospital crap too." She smiled grimly, "and lunch will be provided by the Talon also. I can't eat any more would-be food."
"Tell me about it," John grimaced.
"Are you sure Lana? We can pay you," Martha said.
"Don't you dare." Lana interrupted her. "I'm happy to provide real food."
"Thank you," Mrs. Kent said appreciatively, hugging her in a motherly fashion.
"Yeah, thanks Lana." Chloe chimed in smiling. "The food here is nasty. How did you survive Mr. Kent?"
"I pretended it was home cooked food while I was eating it." He replied, smiling at Martha.
'Did it work?" Lex asked.
"No, but it was a nice thought." They laughed for what was probably the first time since the accident. Lana glanced at Clark's prone form guiltily. Martha caught her gaze and smiled gently, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't feel guilty. Clark wouldn't want everyone moping about on his account. He'd want us to try and be cheerful."
"I'm trying, I really am. I just... miss him." She whispered the last two words, looking at her shoes. "I miss his smile, and his laugh, and his voice." Her eyes welled with tears and her throat tightened. Mrs. Kent hugged her gently.
"So do I."
"So do we all." Pete said. The happy moment was over as reality set back in. The doctor, with perfect timing as always, walked in.
"Good evening everyone." He said.
"Hi," they replied, kind of coldly.
"I came to talk to you about Clark."
"What about him?" John asked icily.
"His condition isn't getting much better." Dr. Brousse replied. "It's improved a little bit, but nothing significant. I'm afraid you may have to face the possibility that Clark may be gone."
A tear ran down Lana's cheek. "Get out," she said harshly. The doctor looked at her in disbelief. "You heard me, get out. I won't accept that Clark may be gone. I won't. Get out, and don't come back unless you have good news." The doctor hesitated. "OUT!" Lana exclaimed shrilly, pointing her finger towards the door to help the apparently thickheaded doctor get the point. As soon as he was gone the others turned to her in awe....
"Way to go, Lana!" Chloe exclaimed. Lana sank to the floor weakly, laying her forehead on her knees, shutting her eyes, and breathing heavily. Chloe sat down beside her, wrapping her in her arms. Lana leaned against Chloe's chest, laying her head on Chloe's shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Lana muttered, looking apologetically at the others. "I didn't mean to kill the happy karma.
"It's okay, Lana, really." Mrs. Kent replied. "We miss him too. She brushed her hand over Clark's forehead lovingly.

October 23, 2004

Lana lay with her head on the edge of Clark's bed, her hand loosely enveloping his. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even and steady, but her eyes flickered back and forth madly behind her closed eyelids. Caught in fevered dreams of fire, tornadoes, guns; all things that Clark had saved her from, and yet he wasn't there. She heard his voice, calling to her for help. She tried to find him, but in the chaos churning around her, his voice sounded thin and far away. She saw things that couldn't be real: flashes of him picking up a truck and tossing it several hundred yards, lifting an entire house off its foundation, shooting heat rays from his eyes, running so fast he was little more than a blur, stopping bullets with his unprotected body. She shook her head and concentrated on his voice, following it as best she could until suddenly she froze in fear. There, in what seemed to be infinite darkness, sat Clark. His skin was pale, almost translucent, his eyes were scared and lost, his arms lay limply in his lap and his head was hung. He lifted his face, perfectly sculpted features seeming fuzzy and undefined; he met her eyes with his dull, frightened ones, though he looked as though he could not see that she was even there. Lana, he called out to her, not in spoken words but the thought echoed through her mind. Lana help me, he reached out to her mentally. I'm lost Lana. I can't get out. It's so dark here. So lonely. I'm afraid, Lana. Why can't I see you?
Lana woke with a start, beads of cold sweat poured down her forehead and neck. She was breathing heavily; her fingers were tangled in the bed sheets by Clark's hand. She sat bolt upright, staring at Clark intently. It couldn't be true, she thought. Clark can't really have done all those things. Heat vision, I mean, come on. And yet, there was some enlightening truth to the thought. She frowned.
At that moment, Mr. Kent came up behind her, laying a hand on her still-heaving shoulder. She jumped; he looked at her in concern, "Are you alright, Lana?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Yeah, it's just... I had the weirdest dream." She hesitated. Aw, the hell with it, she thought. "This is going to sound really strange but... um...Mr. Kent, does Clark have special powers?" She asked hastily. He looked slightly taken aback, but not entirely surprised by the question.
"Yes," he said simply. "I assume that's what you dreamed about?" She nodded. "He was planning on telling you, the night of the attack, but we stopped him, fearing that it would put you both in danger. So we drove him out to the woods, where I started to yell." He paused, looking absolutely distraught. "It was my fault we were out there. None of this would have happened if it weren't for me." His voice broke and a rebellious tear ran a ragged course down his cheek. Lana rushed over and hugged him.
"It's not your fault. Redd Morgan is completely insane. You had no way of knowing what would happen. You can't blame yourself. Clark wouldn't want that."
"I may never know what Clark would want even again." He choked out.
"You can't think like that! He'll come back to us." She said hastily. "He has to," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.
"Will you tell me about your dream?" He asked, pulling out of her gentle embrace. She nodded.
"It was so strange. It was flashed of all the time that Clark has saved me. The tornado, the fire not that long ago, Adam, when he tried to shoot me. But I saw it in a different way. Like from the outside looking in. I saw all the things that I hadn't seen before. Like, exactly how he managed to save me. It all makes sense now. All those amazing rescues, I get how he did it now." She got a far away look in her eyes, before shaking herself back into the present.
"Anyways, I could hear him. I could hear Clark calling out to me. I followed his voice, but it wasn't like he was saying it out loud. It was more like it was in my head. So I followed it. And at the end of this really dark... something... it was more like a pitch black nothing, really, not that that makes sense. I could see him there. He was pale, and he looked... I don't know, blurry. Like his body didn't have distinct edges, they just kind of, trailed off into nothingness. He called out to me in my mind. He told me he was lost and scared. That it was dark where he was, that it was lonely. He said that was trapped, that he couldn't get out and that he couldn't see me." A tear ran down her cheek. "He sounded so... afraid. I've never heard him sound like that before." She let the tears run freely, covering her face with her hands. Mr. Kent put an arm around her shoulders, making soothing noises and rocking her gently in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder. "I didn't know how to help him." She sobbed. He hushed her gently.
"Maybe you weren't allowed to. Maybe he has to find his way back on his own." She nodded, but continued to cry.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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