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Final Chapter: Ending

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"Clark, what happened?!" Martha Kent almost screamed, looking at the limp form of Lana Lang's body in Clark's strong arms. Her worries only grew worse as she found how Clark looked. "Clark!"

"Mom, please, I need the softest pillow you can find, and an ice pack!"

Martha nodded vigorously, placing a hand on Lana's forehead. "Oh no, she's burning up!" Without another word, Clark's mother rushed towards the kitchen, retrieved any icepack from the freezer, and dashed towards the small closet nearby.

Clark waited, holding Lana dearly, whispering to her repeatedly.

It took a minute, but Martha Kent rushed as quick as she could, flopping the pillow on their largest sofa and quickly placing the icepack on Lana's forehead as Clark laid the girl down.

"Clark, tell me what happened!" Martha demanded, a sincere look plastered on her face as she clutched her son's arm.

"We, we collided, head on, in super-speed." He whispered, not taking his gaze of Lana. As he did, Jonathan Kent barreled down the stairs.

"Clark, what was that booming noise I heard outside?" Then he noticed Lana. "How badly is she hurt?"

Clark was shaking his head, holding back tears. "I, I don't know!"

It was something Clark had always dreaded since the first time Lana had been in danger because of him or because of circumstances that revolved around him. Hurting her.

Kal-El, I can save her...

A voice drifted into Clark's thoughts, causing him to look around wildly, at first not realizing it was in his head. When he did, he knew who was speaking.

If you want me to save the girl, you must bring her to me. Otherwise, she will perish...

"Clark?" Martha questioned, staring at her son in confusion. "Clark?"

"Sorry Mom, Dad, don't follow me."

Scooping up Lana and being careful to hold her, Clark disappeared in a blur, taking only a matter of a split second to reach the caves that he'd been visiting so often now. He didn't know how his parents reacted, but he was sure they were confused. He was too, but hopefully, he was making the right decision for Lana.

"She's here, Jor-El!!" Clark yelled, still cradling Lana in his arms gingerly.

"Very well. Your trial is over Kal-El. But let me warn you, tribulation will soon follow you if you decline my offer in later days." A deep voice boomed, filling the caves with a loud echo. A strange wind picked around him, wrapping around and rushing about. The crevice in front of him started to glow, and then, without warning, a blast of light washed over him and Lana. Clark dropped to the floor; using the last of his strength to make sure Lana would be okay.

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"Clark!!Clark, please, wake up!!"

...tribulation will soon follow you if you decline my offer in later days. The warning ran around Clark's mind, drifting in and out of his thoughts.

Someone was shaking him, grabbing his shoulders and touching his face.

"Clark!!!"

"Lana!" Clark shouted, snapping up and breathing heavily.

"Oh, Clark! You scared me! I, I thought you were dead or something."

Expecting to find Lana's smiling face staring back at him, Clark found a frowning Chloe Sullivan eyeing him warily.

"What are you doing in here?" Chloe asked, her tone showing that of her inquisitive instincts.

"I'm wanting to know the same about you," Clark replied smiling, hoping to get her off the subject. Chloe suddenly jumped forward, hugging him tightly.

"I'm just glad you're okay! It's just..." Chloe trailed off, losing her concentration and interest. As she did, Clark jumped up instantly.

"Where's Lana?!" He demanded, but instead of an answer, Chloe pulled Clark by the arm with surprising strength.

"Clark, your chest!!"

To his horror, Clark watched as his bare, muscular chest suddenly became covered by a strange "S" symbol, welted in his skin. He had no idea how to explain it to Chloe. So he decided to simply rush out of the caves. But Chloe grabbed onto him again, this time gripping his broad shoulders, reaching her arms up as he towered over her by almost a foot.

"It's an "S"," Chloe blurted in a whisper, nonchalantly and simply. Then she suddenly screamed, pointing a trembling finger at his broad chest. Clark looked down, and watched as the symbol slowly disappeared, being replaced by smooth skin. In disbelief, Chloe rushed up to him and ran her hands over his pecs, his chest looking like nothing had happened.

"Chloe, I..." He trailed off, not knowing how to explain what she had just seen. "Did you see Lana?"

Mouth dropping open, Chloe glared at him with an incredulous look. "Can you ever think about anything other than our favorite small town girl, Clark?!" She demanded, giving him a hurt look.

"Chloe, it's important! Lana, was here, but something happened, and now she's gone!"

Tapping her foot, Chloe scoffed. "Something happened, eh? Dare I ask what?"

Clark suddenly gripped her shoulders. "Did you see her?!" He asked hoarsely, looking like he was on the verge of a breakdown. Chloe gave a frightened glance.

"No, Clark. I found you here alone and unconscious after your parents told me you rushed off. I thought you might of came here." She stated. "Let me go Clark, you're hurting me!"

Clark's hands shot off Chloe's shoulders, as he gave her a strained look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Is she hurt or something?" Chloe asked, rubbing her sore shoulders tentatively, glancing at Clark. Then she noticed he was gone, disappeared.

"Clark? Clark where are you?"

As the Kents were waiting anxiously, Clark appeared in front of them in an instant.

"How long was I gone?" He demanded, hoping they wouldn't ask him a bunch of questions. They looked at him warily, but then Martha glanced at her watch.

"Only about fifteen minutes, Clark. Why, what's wrong now? Where's Lana?"

Clark gave a hurt look. "I, I lost her. She disappeared when I, uh, blacked out."

Both elder Kents stood up quickly, now extremely worried. But a soft, sweet voice stopped them cold in their tracks.

"Hi, um, can you please help me?"

The three Kents turned around slowly, not believing what they'd heard. Standing in their doorway, clad in a bright pink blouse and faded jeans, a smiling Lana Lang watched them.

"Lana!" Clark cried out, rushing over to the girl and embracing her. Lana fidgeted and pushed on his chest.

"Stop! I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

The question hit Clark like a stack of Kryptonite, and he flinched, as if he'd really been hit.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I think I've got amnesia. I can't remember anything, not even my name!" Lana gave a helpless smile and shrugged.

Clark stared at her wildly, shaking his head relentlessly.

"No...no, he never said this would happen. No!"

Lana jumped back as Clark cried out, and stepped back a little.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you!" She shrieked, and took off into a dash, slamming right into Chloe. Both girls bounced backwards, dropping onto the ground. Clark rushed over to them quickly.

"Lana, there you are!" Chloe shouted exasperatedly, letting Clark help her and Lana up off the ground. "Clark was going crazy, he was real worried."

Lana backed up a couple of steps, glancing from Clark to Chloe.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted something. I really don't know who either of you are. Am I, Lana?"

An awkward silence took over. Then Chloe exploded into a fit of laughter.

"Ha, that's a good one, Lana!" She cried hysterically, shaking her head.

"I'm not kidding!" Lana shot back sternly, silencing her giggles. Chloe looked at her oddly.

"Did you hit your head or something, Lana?"

"No, I just woke up and can't remember a thing! Do you, do you two know who I am?" She asked quickly, still glancing between them.

Clark sighed deeply, and hurtfully. "I think we need to have a long talk..."

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As Clark, Chloe, and Lana sat in the Kent's living room, Martha made cups of tea while Jonathan watched the three teens. Clark started off, explaining the first time he met Lana, and all the times he shared. He left out most of the rough parts, focusing on the good times. Chloe filled in at some points as well, still in a cloud of disbelief. As Clark finished the verbal retrospective of Lana's life, Martha brought the tea.

"Wow, that's strange. You know me better than I know myself, Clark." Lana whispered, taking a sip of tea.

"Yeah well, he's been obsessed with you for a long time," Chloe joked lightly. Clark gave her a look, but continued to smirk. "So Lana, do you remember any of those kick-ass moves?"

"Kick-ass moves? Like fighting?" Lana questioned, interested.

"Yeah, you really whipped the college dude back almost a year ago. And I've felt your wrath not too long ago. You're pretty intimidating, even without that axe you'd tried to hit me with."

Lana gasped. "I, I attacked you?"

Chloe laughed in shook her head, shuddering at the memory. "Let's just say you weren't thinking straight."

"Right, okay." Then her gaze shifted towards Clark. "Was I ever in love with you, Clark?"

Chloe's eyes widened, and Clark was taken aback by the sudden simple question.

"I, I'm not exactly sure. Yes...and no."

Lana nodded, and stood up, moving toward the door.

"Thank you all for filling me on my forgotten past. I'm not sure how I lost it, but it's nice to know I have friends like you two."

Then she left, leaving everyone in a dazed silence. Clark couldn't help but feel like he'd been knocked on his back, and was being kicked on the ground, helpless and vulnerable.

He had no idea how he would explain any of this to anyone, especially people that rely on Lana or know her well. Clark hoped that maybe she would regain her memories, and that the amnesia was short termed. Despite the new predicament, he was still glad that Lana had been saved. And even though Jor-El's words still hung in his mind like a haunting melody, he was determined to enjoy his time with Lana, and make sure that everything would be all right.

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A/N: Finally, story complete. Thanks go out to all those readers and reviewers! I hope you enjoyed this story, and THANKS again!!