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Parting Ways
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"C'mon Clark, I'm sure it will be fun, and you only have one more night here before your parents want you back!" Lana pleaded vigorously, pulling Clark by the arm for emphasis. He looked down on her with a sheepish grin, already regretting that he agreed with his parents that he would come home soon. Lex had planned everything out, jet, time, and all, but he still felt a great sadness that he was going to have to leave Lana in Paris. It was just the two of them now since Chloe had taken a flight back already with, Lex's help. She'd talked it over to Charlie, and they were still going to keep a long distance relationship. Even though Lana kept telling Clark she still felt like she would head back to Smallville sometime, his feelings of dread still pondered around in his head. Lana smiled at him though, causing the thoughts to be replaced by more pleasant ones.
She pushed him towards the bathroom door and tossed him some clothes while motioning quickly.
"I picked you out some new clothes since your old ones got ruined, so will you please change and come with me?" Lana asked with a pair of puppy dog eyes that vanquished any thoughts of hesitation in Clark's mind. He could not say no to her, so he decided to go on with her plan and just enjoy himself.
"Sure," Clark replied, and headed into the bathroom with his new clothes while Lana cheered in delight at his acceptance. Dropping the clothes on the bathroom counter, Clark peered down at his newly acquired wardrobe. The pants seemed okay, black baggy jean. He lifted up the shirt, a jean jacket, noticing that it look a little too small. Slipping off his Tee shirt, Clark looked in the mirror to make sure he hadn't shrunk any. Just as muscular as ever, he eyed the shirt wearily, thinking that maybe Lana had intended it to hug his torso tightly. After a moment of changing, Clark finally head out of the bathroom in his new duds, and noticed Lana in front of the mirror wearing something new. Her hair was drawn up at the back of her hair in a slight ponytail, while she wore a white jacket over a dark green blouse and a black skirt. Bright red lipstick covered her smiling lips, while Clark returned with an equally dazzling show of his pearly whites.
"Ready Clark?" Lana asked quickly with a hint of excitement, as she drew close to him.
"Yeah, I'm all set to go." He replied quickly, moving closer to Lana at the same time, while she reached out toward his shirt.
"Let's fix you up a little, Clark Kent." Lana stated casually, as she rolled up the sleeves of Clark's deep blue jean jacket until they exposed most of his bulging biceps. Then she unbuttoned his shirt while leaving three of the lower buttons still clamped, while most of the other opened buttons bared most his broad chest. "There we go; you need to loosen up Clark."
"Yeah, I guess," he replied nonchalantly with a small smirk, and then he tore off both rolled up sleeves to completely bare both of his arms. Receiving a small and playful smile from Lana, he opened another button on his jacket, revealing part of his six-pack abs. After wrapping his bare arm around Lana's shoulders, he whispered, "That better?"
Lana nodded silently and hugged closer to Clark, as the two exited the hotel room to go party the night away.
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The city-life in Paris was extremely busy and lively, causing Clark and Lana, being so used to Smallville, a little discomfort. Though awkward, Lana was determined to have a great night, and Clark wanted to share it with her on his last night in Paris. They searched for twenty minutes, talking casually as they went, until finally setting their sights on a small, active club.
"Should we pay anywhere?" Clark asked, looking around, as the two stepped into the club. Lana shrugged and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bar toward the back.
Once they took seats, the bartender smiled, mainly at Lana, and put down a mug he'd been wiping. "What will it be for tonight?"
"Um, I guess I'll take a club soda." Lana answered after a little bit of contemplating.
"Make it two, please." Clark added, watching the people around the large room danced and party. As Lana turned in her seat to watch what was happening behind her, Clark looked back at the bartender. The man had his back to Clark at an angle, dangling something over one of the club sodas. Clark's super hearing allowed him to hear the sound of something dropping into the liquid, raising his suspicions. A moment later, the man turned around, holding two club sodas in his hands. One looked slightly different from the other, he noticed, which finally gave him the answer to what the bartender was doing.
"Here you go, kids."
Clark watched as the bartender smiled falsely at Lana while placing both mugs on the counter. Lana had the different looking drink. As Lana thanked him and reached for her mug, but Clark placed a hand softly over hers. Then with his other hand, he grabbed the bartender by the arm, and pulled him against the bar.
"What did you put in the drink?" He demanded sternly, ignoring Lana's brief whine using his name.
The bartender hardly flinched, as he reached for something to the side. "It's a simple club soda, I'm sure you know what's in it."
Clark jerked the man forward again. "You spiked the drink."
Next to him, Lana gasped, staring in disbelief. The bartender gave a slightly smug smirk. "What're you going to do about it?"
It took every ounce of restraint Clark had learned to stop himself from throwing the man across the room. As he held himself back, the bartender swung a large mug with a small amount of liquid, smashing it against Clark's head. Lana shrieked as shards of glass and drops of the drink splattered along the floor, and as Clark fell off the chair and into the table close behind him. The occupiers of the table, a man and a woman, jumped away as it crushed under him, scattering their food and drinks about.
"I don't like it when people disturb my business," called the bartender as he grabbed a bar and head around the bar toward Clark. "You should really learn some manners."
As the man neared Clark and passed Lana, most of the other people in the club had been distracted from their pervious activities. Lana looked frantically at Clark, and then, as the man came within a few feet of him, Lana lashed out with a high kick that batted the bar out of the bartender's hand. Utterly surprised, he was unable to block Lana's powerful spin sidekick, which knocked him backwards a couple of feet. She rushed over to Clark instantly, helping him up. Clark pretended to look hurt, even though he was fully capable of handling himself. But then he noticed a gathering of bouncers around them.
"Run Lana."
Lana gave him an incredulous look. "I'm not leaving you, Clark!"
But any further protests were washed away, as a brawl ensued, mostly between the bartender, the bouncers, Clark, and anyone who wanted to fight. Lana backed off to the side, looking for some way to help Clark. She managed to take down a few unsuspecting bouncers with powerful kicks, but someone bumped into her from the side, sending her onto the floor.
"Hey, are you okay?" A frantic voice asked her quickly. Lana looked up to find a guy, looking only a few years older than her, staring down at her. He helped her up quickly, as the brawl continued to get worse. "Head for the back door!"
"No, I have a friend here!" Lana shouted back, barely able to hear her own voice above the loud sounds in the club. An empty mug soared through the air toward Lana, barely missing her as she ducked. As she jumped up, Clark rushed towards her; the other guy blocked by the hordes of brawlers.
"Come on Lana, we've got to get outta here!" Clark shouted quickly, his hair wet and his jacket hanging openly now. Lana scanned the crowd quickly, looking for the guy she'd seen before, but couldn't find him. Once she finally did, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, as Clark grabbed hers. The trio made it through the sea of fighters and out through the back door. Clark eyed the other guy cautiously, not knowing why Lana had dragged him with them. The guy looked to be about Clark's height, six-foot-three, and had a muscular physique. He had on a long sleeve white button shirt, that was now soaked to his skin from spilled liquor. Also from the fight, both of his sleeves were torn off, and his short brown hair was as wet as Clark's longer black hair. The guy slipped out of his ripped and soaked shirt, wrapping it in a bundle. His bare torso was slicked with whatever liquors had been spilled on him, which was starting to make Clark gag. Lana had back away a little too, and the guy stuffed the shirt in his jeans pocket.
"Who are you?" Clark asked suddenly, receiving a scolding look from Lana.
"Name's Jason Teague," the guy answered, smiling at Lana. "Thanks for saving me back there."
Lana nodded. "Thank you for helping me back there."
Clark shifted uneasily. "Well, we gotta get back to our hotel."
Jason caught Clark's look. "Right, of course. Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around then." He turned and started walking off, Lana's gaze trailing him. Clark noticed her.
"Well, I guess that wasn't the night I was hoping for."
Lana spun around towards Clark. "Right, um, well I guess we should just order room service."
Clark nodded and walked with Lana back towards the hotel, feeling just a hint of jealousy toward Lana's newfound friend.
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The night rolled by fast, Clark and Lana enjoying every minute of their last night together in Paris, until the morning arrived all too quickly. At the airport, Clark checked his bags to make sure he had everything, and then looked at Lana with a gloomy expression.
"Make sure you come back to Smallville soon." Clark tried to smile a bit.
"Don't worry, it'll only be about a month more, Clark. I really had fun while you were here."
"So did I," he replied drawing Lana in close for a kiss. A new bliss opened up inside of Clark, as he enjoyed the moment. Then they parted, Clark taking a few steps towards the plane that Lex had sent, still looking longingly at Lana. She blew him a kiss, and Clark returned with a bright smile. For a second he thought he saw Jason Teague dressed in a business suit beyond Lana, but he quickly brushed it off.
Clark gave a last look at Lana, and then stepped into the plane.
"Clark Kent?" A man in a suit asked him as he stepped on. Clark nodded, and took a seat in the personal jet.
As it started up, he looked out the window towards Lana, feeling a mixture of regret and happiness.
Clark was glad that he'd been able to spend so much time with Lana in Paris, and as the jet took off, he simply basked in the bliss that he always got after being with her.
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A/N: Sorry that it took so long for the last part come up. Big THANK YOU to all those who reviewed and read this fic, and the ones that just read it. Thanks again!!!