There was silence all the way back to the Kent farm, and neither Lana nor Clark minded. When they reached the back door, Clark let go of Lana's hand and opened the screen door casually and held it open for Lana.
"Thanks." Lana said softly as she entered the house and was met with the pleasant smells of dinner cooking. Clark came in and said a brief hello to his mom before heading out to get some chores done before dinner.
"Mrs. Kent, I was wondering if you needed any help." Lana said meekly as she entered the kitchen to find the middle-aged woman pulling what looked like chicken out of the oven.
"Sure Hun, could you grab those oven mitts over there." She said while pointing at the kitchen counter. Lana hastily got them and handed them to Martha as she lifted the concoction out of the oven.
"Thank you dear." Martha said with a smile. They both got to work with various things for dinner for the next few hours. When Lana looked down at her watch, she saw that it was already 6:45 and she hadn't picked up Mollie yet. She apologized for having to leave and darted to her car. She was about to open the door and she saw something that made her stop mid step and forget her own name.
Clark was walking out of the barn, his shirt hooked on one of his belt loops and his hands over his head as he stretched them. Lana gulped and tried to reel her jaw back in as he approached.
"Where are you going?" He said casually, he obviously didn't notice the way she was gawking at him or he chose to ignore it.
"I... I have to... Mollie." Lana finished lamely as she turned her back on him and continued to her car. She stopped again when she felt his warm breath near her ear.
"Alright, dinner should be ready by 7, mom never likes a late dinner." He said before heading inside. Lana took a deep breath and tried to keep her body under control as she shook slightly.
'Just get in the car and get Mollie.' Lana said to herself as she opened the door to her little Infinite and hit her head on the top of the door jam.
"Oww!" She yelped before falling backwards. She saw a hazy figure move towards her and thought she heard Clark calling her name.
"Lana! Lana wake up!" Clark said while gently lifting Lana off of the ground. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she saw the most gorgeous eyes ever staring back at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked slowly.
"What? Yeah, I just hit my head." Lana said before realizing how close to Clark she was.
"You sure. You might have a concussion. You should probably go inside." Clark said while starting to carry her onto the porch.
"I have to go get Mollie." Lana muttered.
"I'll get her, you need to lay down." Clark said worriedly. Lana just nodded before passing out.
"Mom!" Clark yelled as he entered the house.
"What happened?" The woman asked as she saw Lana hanging limply in Clark's arms.
"She hit her head on her door and I think she has a concussion. I need to go get Mollie, will you watch her for a little bit?" He asked quickly. His mother nodded and he set her down on the couch and started for the door quickly.
Without thinking, Clark super sped to the main stretch and stopped in the back alley of the Talon before casually coming out to the front to see Mollie waiting with another frappuccino in hand.
"Sorry Mollie, Lana hit her head getting into her car and I wasn't going to let her drive." Clark explained as Mollie almost spilled coffee all over herself.
"That's fine." She said while getting up.
"Where's the car?" She said while raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I kind of... ran." He said before thinking about how to get her home.
"How do I get home then?" Mollie asked.
"I guess I will just have to carry you." Clark stated finally. Mollie almost choked on the last of her frap as an eerily large smile played across her face. She threw away the rest of her icy beverage.
"Alright! Lets go." Mollie said with a little too much enthusiasm.
Clark picked her up easily and ran as fast as kryptonianly possible back to his house. Once they were on the porch, he put her down and hastily went inside. Mollie just stood on the porch for about five minutes, smiling into space. Once she realized she was still outside, she opened the door and ran up to the guest room.
"Dinner is ready!" Martha called from the kitchen. Lana walked shakily out of the living room and towards the dining room. She almost fell, but a strong pair of arms kept her balance steady all the way to the table.
"Thanks Kal." She said while he scooted her chair in.
"No problem." Clark said while helping his mom bring out plates of food.
"Where did Mollie go?" Lana asked once all the food was on the table and they waited for Mollie to come back down stairs.
"She rushed upstairs when we got home." Clark said while shrugging his shoulders. They heard someone bounce down the steps and waited patiently for her to enter the dining room. She was humming pleasantly to herself and took her seat, ignoring everyone staring at her.
"What took you so long?" Lana asked once they had started eating.
"Oh, I had to document my latest experience." Mollie said cryptically.
"You had to gush to your diary?" Lana asked in disbelief.
"We waited for you so you could write in your diary." Lana said while rolling her eyes. Mollie just ignored her and continued to eat.
"Hey Kal, how fast can you run?" Mollie asked anxiously. Lana gave Clark a questioning look. He was about to answer when there was a knock at the door.
"Hey Chloe, we were just getting started. I thought you had changed your mind." Clark said while letting the peppy blonde into the room.
"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late. I had to close for Michelle because she had to get to her second job early tonight." Chloe explained.
"Not a problem. Nice to see you Chloe." Mr. Kent said warmly.
"You too Mr. Kent." Chloe replied while taking a seat.
"So... how fast?" Mollie continued once they were all sitting again. Lana sighed as Clark shrugged.
"I honestly don't know." He answered before shoving a larger than average bite of food into his mouth to have an excuse to not answer questions for the next few minutes.
"Not even a guess?" Mollie inquired, still insisting on knowing. Clark just shook his head, his cheeks puffed out because they were full of food. Lana stifled the laughter that was threatening to come out at seeing him like that.
They continued to eat, Mollie asking Clark a question every time he swallowed. After dinner was finally over, Lana and Mollie headed upstairs and Mollie pushed Lana into the guest room.
"He carried me home." Mollie whispered once the door was closed.
"Why are you whispering?" Lana said normally.
"I don't know. That's not the point, he carried me home." Mollie said, still in a whisper.
"Still whispering, and good for you." Lana said while heading for the door.
"That's why I had to write in my diary. It was so cool, it was like a huge burst of wind and BOOM we were here." Mollie exclaimed. Lana just rolled her eyes and headed out of the room.
"You are just jealous!" Mollie yelled through the door as Lana went back into her, or rather Kal's room.
"Hey Lana. I thought I would ask this time before barging in. Can I take a quick shower? Three minutes tops." Clark asked.
"It's your bathroom. I'll just go downstairs for a bit." Lana said before heading back down the stairs to the living room. She wished he hadn't of asked her, then she would have had an excuse to see him with just a towel on again.
When Clark has finished his shower, he climbed the steps of the loft and noticed Lana standing at the open window, staring at the sunset.
"Hey Lana." Clark said gently while coming up next to her. Lana smiled.
"Hey Kal." She said while still looking at the sunset.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Clark asked softly, leaning down to be roughly the same height as her.
"It's amazing. We don't get views like his in New York." Lana said wistfully.
"That's a shame." Clark replied as Lana just nodded her head.
"There is an ever better place to watch the sunset, if you want to check it out." Clark suggested innocently. Lana's smile grew bigger and she just nodded her head.
Clark put his arms around Lana's waist and slowly began to lift off the ground. He steered them out of the window and over the house to see the vibrant reds, yellows, and purples mix together to make a collage in the sky.
Lana felt all the air in her lungs dissipate as Clark's arms wrapped around her and she was lifted gently into the air. The view was breathtaking in itself, without the added affect of Clark's intoxicating presence.
"This is... unbelievable." Lana said almost in a whisper.
"I've seen better." Clark said while looking right into Lana's eyes.
"So have I." Lana replied softly, leaning up to reach Clark's lips in a tender kiss.
"What the hell are you two doing up there!" Mollie's voice broke them out of their thoughts and they both looked down to see Mollie and... Pete?
Clark quickly, but gently, brought them back to the ground and Clark gave Pete a bewildered look.
"What are you doing here?" Clark asked after a moment of silence between the four of them.
"I came to see you. I mean, you just left the other day, and I haven't heard from you since. I was starting to get nervous." Pete said, grinning at the obvious events that had just transpired between Clark and Lana.
"Oh well, I'm still waiting. Lex has probably already searched NYU and when he realizes I got to them first, he will send a messenger of some kind here to see if they are in town." Clark responded.
"Right well, what are you going to do when that happens?" Clark just shrugged.
"I figured I would play it by ear." Pete shook his head and put his hands up in a Why-do-I-even-try gesture.
"What?"
"Nothing, you just... it doesn't seem like the wisest idea, that's all." Pete explained lamely.
"Oh well." Clark said with a shrug before walking into the house.
An hour after their conversation, a knock broke through the silence of the house.
"I'll get it." Clark yelled from his room. He ran down the stairs and hastily made his way to the door.
"Can I help you?" He asked as he swung the door open to see a man dressed as a salesmen holding a briefcase and looking into the house.
"Oh yes, I was wondering if you would be interested in this perfume." The man said innocently, holding up a bottle.
"I'm not the perfume wearing kind of guy." Clark stated simply, trying to shut the door.
"Well, I realize that... perhaps your girlfriend." The man suggested. Clark knew what he was here about, but decided to play dumb.
"I don't have a girlfriend, but thanks for reminding me." He said offensively.
"A mother maybe?"
"She died about a year ago, and I don't need to be reminded of that either, so if you will excuse me." Clark stated, shutting the door and heading back up the stairs, leaving the man in question looking through the window at his retreating form.