Well, this is the last chapter of Immortal Love but I will be publishing a sequel as soon as I can. I think it is going to be a future fic, which I have never done before so it should be fun. And just to clear any confusion, this story takes place about the end of season 2 and the beginning of season three. So Lana is still living in the house next to Clark's house. Anyway, enjoy and I thank all of you for reviewing. P.S. Sorry it is so short.

Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own them, but I do own this story and it's plot.

Chapter 7: Palliate

The next night Clark moaned as he rolled over on the cold asphalt. He felt a throbbing pain in his jaw and touched it gently. He could feel where it had broken and gasped in pain as his nimble fingers pressed on it gently. Clark slowly pulled himself up and leaned over to throw up. He never was good with large amounts of blood.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; then rubbed his hand on his jeans. As he stood up the world began to spin rapidly. Clark balanced himself by running a hand along the rough brick of the grungy alley. After the spinning stopped he looked around warily before speeding off as well as he could.

He found himself in the forest surrounding the fields of Lana's property. He listened closely for the sound of hooves, and sighed in relief as he heard the steady rhythm coming closer. He stumbled through the thick forest towards the sound. "Some Kryptonite must still be in my system, it isn't healing." He mumbled weakly as he felt his jaw again. Clark finally reached the edge of the trees and stumbled out onto the immaculately green fields.

Lana froze in disbelief as Clark fell out of the trees in front of her. She came to her senses and reined in Donatello, quickly dismounting. She raced over and kneeled beside him in the damp grass.

"Clark, what's wrong? Who did this? They had Kryptonite didn't they?" She asked starting to panic. Lana rested a soft hand on his cheek and gazed worriedly into his dulling eyes. Clark reached up and rubbed her cheek with his thumb giving her a painful smile. She heard him mutter her name before his eyes fluttered shut and his body went limp. Lana brushed his dark curls from his forehead and placed a soft kiss on his temple.

She then reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her cell phone, dialing Clark's house number. "Mrs. Kent." She spoke after the older woman had answered with a hopeful hello.

"Lana, what is it?" Martha replied hearing the growing concern and panic in the younger girl's voice.

"Mrs. Kent, its Clark.. He just showed up in the fields.. He's bleeding really bad, and now he is unconscious.."

"There must be some Kryptonite in his system… I will be right over." Martha hung up and ran out of the house, grabbing the keys to the truck and calling her husband.

Lana slipped her phone back into her pocket and rested Clark's head in her lap. Tears welled in her pretty eyes as she gazed at his wounded body. 'No, you are supposed to be the one to protect me. You can't get hurt. You can't do this to me Clark. It isn't fair.'

She was roused from her thoughts as she heard the truck pull up, screech to a stop, then the slam of two doors. She looked up to see the two elder Kent's running over to their fallen son.

"How long has he been like this?" Jonathon asked her and she shook her head.

"I don't know.. He just fell out of the trees, whispered my name, and then passed out. I didn't know what to do so I called you."

Lana noticed in the confusion that her painted horse had gone back to the stable. 'One of the stable hands will take care of him' she assured herself as she realized the Kent's hand hauled their son into the back of their battered truck onto some blankets. Lana and Martha hopped up beside him as Jonathon sped off towards the farm.

Lana kissed his warm forehead as she replaced the warm rag with a newly chilled one. She smiled as his eyes fluttered open.

"Clark, are you all right? Your dad found a meteor rock in your pocket." Clark gave her a small smile as he sat up slowly against the couch in his loft.

"Lana, I'm fine. But I wanted to say sorry." He watched her with apologetic eyes. Lana gave him a loving smile as she pulled him to her in a tight hug. Clark wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face in her neck.

"Its okay Clark. I'm just so glad you are all right. Do you remember what happened?" Clark had a pained look in his eyes as he pulled away enough to meet her eyes..

"Only that I missed you enough I used a Red Kryptonite ring to escape." She stroked his cheek,

"Just don't do that to me again. He smiled in agreement ass he gazed into her beautiful eyes. Lana was held, transfixed; his green orbs hypnotizing her.

As Clark's lips connected with hers', the two lovers eyes closed automatically. Clark's hand was cupping her cheek, and as the kiss deepened, Lana rested her hands on his chiseled shoulders.

When they finally pulled away, even Clark was out of breath, and their faces were heavily flushed. Lana snuggled up to him smiling.

"I knew you would come back to me Clark." He smiled and wrapped his arms around her securely. He placed a soft kiss on his favorite spot, right on the part of her dark raven tresses. Lana closed her eyes softly along with Clark and they fell into a gently sleep.

If you were to stumble upon these two young lovers, you would see a very pretty picture. Lana lay across Clark's chest, her softly curled, raven tresses spilling our around her clam face. Her hands were laid delicately on his chest on either side of her face. Clark's features were set in a peaceful smile, his arms holding his love tightly to him. Even in his sleep he held his in his never-ending protective stance.

A/N/: I don't really like the ending but there it is. The sequel should be out by the end of the week.

Merci,

Kess