Hey guys! I decided I would try and update faster. And this is defiantly gonna be longer! Actually its one of the longer ones so far! Oh! And BTW! I just watched Snow White: The Fairest of Them All with Kristin Kreuk starring as Snow White and it was just awesome!! :: hint hint :: Also, just the other day they aired the Sci- Fi mini series, Legend of Earthsea and it was great. Anywho.. Here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

Frointeire: In chapter 2 it tells you that Lana and Nell were in a car accident.

Disclaimer: Okay! I know I don't own them! Damn it! Stop reminding me.. ::Goes off to sulk in the corner with my Harry Potter and Smallville posters::

Chapter 3 – Snow White

The week passed quickly, thankfully for Clark. Between showers, school, chores, homework, working at the Talon, more homework and chores, and visiting Lana at the hospital, he had tried desperately to keep himself busy. He walked nervously to what had been Lana's room for the past week. He opened the door and was greeted cheerily by a smiling Lana.

"Ready to go Lana?" he asked her sweetly. She laughed that little laugh of hers, her nose crinkling cutely.

"Are you kidding? I have been packet, dressed, fed and ready to go since 5 a.m.!" She started to pick up her bag but Clark beat her to it. She sent him a quizzical look and he merely gave her one of his fabulous smiles that drove her crazy.

"Hey, you did just wake up from a coma four days ago. I think I can certainly manage one little bag." She let out another of her laughs that sounded like he imagined the magical bells of faeries would. Another smile graced his features as she made her way beside him down the busy halls.

He helped her out of his truck and upstairs to his loft, silently dreading, mentally torturing him self, about what was to come.

"Lana," he started putting her bag down on the chest he used as a makeshift coffee table. "Can I tell you something?" Lana smiled,

"Clark, you know you can tell me anything. I'll always be your best friend no matter what." She replied with a devious smile. Clark looked up at her hopefully.

"I hope you are right." He stated hoarsely. Lana frowned at his reaction.

"what do you mean Clark?" He shut his eyes and swallowed.

"Please just, just hear me out before you make conclusions." He reopened his eyes to see her nod and grasp his hands. He continued, dread filling his heart. "Lana, I have something that I have been wanting to tell you, rather show you, for a very long time. I will explain in a minute. If I don't show you, ii don't think you will believe me." Lana watched him in confusion as he stepped away and turned to face a half melted candle on the chest beside them. He squinted his eyes and a jet of amber light streamed out of them and shot towards the wick of the candle and let it ablaze.

Lana stood there speechless, as he pulled her down to a tractor. He found a good grip and lifted it above him like it was made of plastic. She looked back and forth between him and the tractor that now lay at rest in its original position amongst the hay bales.

"Clark. What? Why? How?" She asked looking him dead center in the eye. He stepped forward and took her hands again and began the slow and complex task of telling her everything. His other powers, what he knew about Krypton, and how different forms of Kryptonite affect him differently.

'Well that explains a shit load of stuff' Lana though to herself as what he said finally sunk in. Clark watched her for any sign of hatred and finally found the courage to mutterer, "Lana?" Lana smiled, her nose crinkling like always.

"I always knew there was something different about you Clark." He smiled, relief washing over him.

"Yea, you could defiantly say that." He said with a slight chuckle. He glanced over at her and remembered his hold on her hands. "Oh- sor-sorry.." he sputtered, releasing his grip. He went back up the stairs, hoping she would follow, and over to the window to watch the sunset.

Lana followed after him and stood next to him enjoying the view; every few seconds taking sidelong glances at him. Clark caught her several times and smiled to himself. He leaned forward and rested his hands on the window ledge. He looked down at his hands again as Lana set her hands on top of his and found her looking at him with those beautiful goldenly hazel eyes of hers. He smiled slightly, his green pools of eyes, revealing his extreme nervousness to her. Lana laughed slightly as she gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner Lana." She smiled and rubbed the top of his hand with her thumb, "its okay Clark, you told me eventually and that's all that matters." Both of them turned as they heard an all too familiar voice.

"What exactly did Clark tell you Lana?"

Lex stood clad in a black suit and matching overcoat with dark shades, giving him the classic Matrix look.

"Lex," Clark spoke, a slow smile tugging as his cheeks. "We were just talking about, um.." He looked at Lana for help as she pulled her hands from his. She brushed a stray hand of her raven hair from her beautiful face as she came to his rescue.

"We were talking about how Clark was considering quitting the Talon." She suggested with a small smile and Clark nodded slowly,

"Um, yea. I figured I was more of a liability than help." Lex went along with it even though he knew that everything else had happened.

"And I hope you told him that was a ridiculous idea and that he shouldn't think that." He finished taking a glance at Clark who smiled.

"Yes, she did. And I told her that if that was how she felt then I wouldn't." Clark finished for her.

Lex smirked, "well I have to be at a meeting in Metropolis in an hour, so I better be going. Good-bye Clark. Lana." He turned and walked back down the stairs and to his car. Once Clark was sure Lex was out of listening range he turned to Lana.

"Look, Lex doesn't know, and neither does Chloe. Pete does and so does Dr. Bryce, well sort of. But other than my parents and them, they are the only people who know besides us, it would be appreciated." Lana smiled and stuck her hands in her back pockets and gave him a quick nod.

"Of course. Well, I have to be getting to the Talon. I haven't been in a week! Its probably a mess.." Clark smiled sheepishly,

"Well I kinda took the liberty of taking care of everything. I hope you don't mind." Lana gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"Of course not. That means I don't have to work late tonight." Clark clasped his hands nervously together,

"That's good, because I was wondering.. If maybe, if you want- its okay if you are to tired. I mean you just got out of the hospital. And if you don't want to that's fine-"

"Clark, what are you trying to say?" Lana asked, a few hopeful ideas popping into her head. He swallowed nervously and met her golden hazel eyes with his sea green orbs.

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me."

Lana stayed silent, trying to figure out how to say yes with out sounding to pathetically excited. He took her silence as polite rejection and quickly added, "as friends of course." Lana nodded slowly, disappointed.

"Okay, as friends." Clark smiled and ran his hands through his hair nervously. Lana took the opportunity to speak up again.

"Well I still need to pack my stuff from Nell's. So I guess I'll call you when I am finished and then we can go to dinner. It shouldn't take me more than and hour or two." He nodded so she grabbed her purse and keys and went down the stairs and out of the barn to her jeep, feeling his gaze upon her. Clark watched her receding form until she drove away and turned to find the phone book and the phone.

Lana took one last scan through the house and stared at the pile of numerous boxes at the door, marked accordingly. She turned and went carefully into her empty room; the only noise in the silent house was the sound of her heels making soft clicks against the mahogany floors.

She stopped and knelt beside her bed, and pulled out a small wooden box. She traced her finger over the engraved letters of her name. Lana paused for a moment before slowly sliding the lid off and setting it gently on the floor beside her. She took a deep breath before she peered inside the box. She found several pictures she had drawn with crayons and water colored paintings. She smiled slightly through silent tears as she found the last painting in the pile. In the drawing she stood with her mom and dad in front of their house. Even with the simplicity of the stick figures it reminded her of her past.

She let her bottled tears flow for a moment then wiped them deftly as not to smear her eyeliner. Lana shifted from her knees to sitting Indian style, as she carefully dumped the rest of the box's contents onto the floor. Her eyes became teary as they traveled to the object she recognized as her favorite gift from her parents. Unfortunately it had also been the last.

Lana picked up the small white bear clad in a fed dress with white fur trimming and set it on her lap. She traced the bear's soft face and gazed at its wonderfully light blue eyes. As Lana gave the bear a soft squeeze of the dress, she heard a muffled crinkle. She released the bear's body curiously and narrowed her eyes in wonderment as a folded piece of paper fell softly from the sleeve of the dress. She picked it up wondering why she had never noticed it before. She imagined it must be old and was still trying to figure out what it was. 'Its probably just a receipt or something.' She thought to her self. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what it was.

There in fancy black writing was her name written scrolled neatly on the front. She took a glance at the bear in her lap before taking a deep breath and unfolding the crumpled paper.

Dear Lana,

I first want you to know I love you very much. I put this letter in Snow White's dress (you named the bear Snow White after your favorite story) hoping you would find this some day. As you are reading this you are probably wondering what would make me write this. Well, I wanted to make sure that if I died before I had the chance to tell you who your real father was, if you haven't already figured it out. His name is Henry Small and he is very kind, but I must warn you I don't believe he knows about you dear. I am praying that you are old enough to understand. I hope you have a wonderful life and do not resent me for not telling you sooner. There is so much I want to share with you but cannot. I pray you will find your happiness in life and pass on your beauty to a new generation. I must say that whomever you decide your heart belongs to must be a very special man and I hope he treats you right. And tell him from me that he has a very wonderful woman who is very special and he is very lucky to have won your heart.

With All My Love,

Your Mother Laura

Tears flowed from Lana's eyes as she reached for the bear. She pulled the animal tightly to her chest, and squeezed the stuffed animal tightly. Her tears made little splotches on her light blue camisole and jeans as she tried to sooth her self with little success.

Clark jumped as his alarm went off. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was 7 p.m. He quickly combed his hair, and changed, then super speeding down to the house and into the kitchen. He saw his mother and flashed her one of his famous Kent smiles.

"Mom, has Lana called yet?" Clark frowned,

"Okay. Well, I'm going to go see if she needs help packing."

"Okay Clark. Then I'll see you guys back for dinner?" Clark blushed,

"Actually Mom, me and Lana are going out for dinner." Martha smiled knowingly.

"Oh. Well I will have leftovers in the fridge for you guys if you want them." Clark thanked her and went out the door, grabbing the keys to his truck.

He drove quickly to Nell's and parked. He walked normally in case somebody was watching to the front door and knocked. He waited a few minutes, and hearing nobody her tried to turn the doorknob but found it locked. He scanned the house worriedly with his x-ray vision and saw a tightly collected skeleton on the floor of what he knew was Lana's room. Panic taking over, her quickly broke the lock and sped into the house towards the room. He slowly opened the door to find Lana hunched over with tears running down her face.

"Lana," he whispered and ran over to her. She looked up at his and muttered his name soft enough that a normal person wouldn't have heard it, but then again, Clark isn't exactly normal. He kneeled beside her and pulled her into his lap with out hesitation. She pulled her self to him, pressing her shaking body as close as possible to his welcoming chest. He hugged her tightly making shushing sounds in her ear as she cried into his chest. She finally pulled away and saw the wet spot she had made on his shirt. She mentally noted how nice it stuck to his toned chest and abs. She blushed slightly at her thoughts.

"I'm sorry Clark, I found this box.. I guess it just reminded me of a lot of stuff." He gave her his best smile he could muster.

"Its okay Lana, just now we are late for dinner. The restaurant called and canceled our reservations. So I am the one that should be sorry." Lana smiled slightly and wiped her eyes.

"I know. We can have a picnic!"