TOUCHING

Baby D Series

Maybe

I DO NOT OWN any of the characters from the show "Smallville" only the character of Dana Wells and the traits pertaining to her.. - Baby D

Clark opened the front door of his house, walking in to both of his parent sitting at the kitchen table.

"Hi honey," his mother greeted him as he came in the door.

"Hey son, how was the Talon?" his father asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Dad do you remember when Pete and I told you about Dana Wells, the new girl at school?" Clark dropped his school bag by the front door and took a seat at the table.

"Yeah, what about her son?" Jonathan smiled across the table at Martha, thinking he knew what was coming next.

"Well, something weird happened at school today."

"Like what?" His mother asked as she poured him a glass of lemonade.

"Thanks," he took a sip of the refreshing drink. His parents both looked at him anxiously, waiting.

"Well, when she touched me, I saw something, I dunno, it was weird," Clark took another drink, then looked kind of embarrassed.

"Well what was it honey?" Martha stepped closer to him at the table. Clark shook his head trying to put the images into words.

"The meteor shower, outer space, these people dressed in white," he looked up from his cup at his father, "they were adults, on a space ship, and they were looking at me." His father looked at him reassuringly. Clark looked back down at his glass. "And I also saw the ship," he looked at his mother, "my ship, and..." Clark's head raised before the last thought came out.

Jonathan cocked his head, curious as to what the last thing was.

"And?" He finally nodded not wanting to wait any longer. Clark squinted and blushed.

"And... Dana and I, dressed like the adults on the ship..." He half looked up at his father, "we were kissing."

Martha and Jonathan bother relaxed, expecting something much worse.

"But it wasn't like I didn't know her or just met her or anything," Clark tried to defend himself, "I felt like I'd known her all my life," Clark fiddled with the napkin that was under his glass. "I dunno, what do you guys think?" He looked up at his parents, who looked at each other.

"Has this ever happened before?" His father put a friendly hand on his worried son's shoulder.

"No, never."

"Do you think..." Martha started, then got up from her seat at the table.

"What is it Martha?" Jonathan looked up at his wife.

"Well, could it be possible that she..." Martha paused at the thought, not knowing if what she was about to say would even make sense, "maybe she's like Clark, maybe she knows where he came from."

"Mom, I haven't seen her do or say anything that would even suggest that."

"Maybe she has a gift is all, or maybe you just happened to think of these things at that moment," his father rationalized.

"Yeah, but it looked like she was as shocked as I was when it happened. I know she saw the same thing I did."

"Well did you talk to her? Wasn't she at the Talon?" His mother came back to the table.

"We were supposed to meet her after school to take her there but, she never showed," he shrugged shaking his head. Just then there was a knock at the door. Jonathan got up from the table to answer it. As he opened the door, there was Dana, standing shyly.

"Hi, Mr. Kent. I'm Dana Wells, is Clark home?" Clark shot up at the sound of her voice. Jonathan opened the door wider, "Come on in," he led her into the house. Clark met her at the door.

"Hi," he looked at her stunned, wiping his hand on his jeans.

"Hi," she smiled uncomfortably.

"Uh, Dana, this is my dad Jonathan Kent and my mother Martha Kent," he introduced his parents to her as they shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Dana," Mrs. Kent smiled at her dimples.

"Well come on in, can we get you something to drink?" Mr. Kent offered.

"Thanks, but, uh, I was actually wondering if I could talk to Clark, if that's okay." She looked at both parents.

"Sure go right ahead," Mrs. Kent smiled again.

"Thanks again," Dana waved as Clark led ushered her out the door.

"I'll be right back," he looked at his mother.

"Bye," Mr. Kent waved back and closed the door as they walked farther from the house towards the barn.

"So what's up?" Clark asked as they reached the inside of the barn.

"I'm sorry I just showed up at your door like that, Pete told me where you lived," Dana apologized as she sat on one of the bales of hay to face him.

"It's okay, really. I'm just kind of disappointed that you didn't come to the Talon with us," he sat down beside her.

"Sorry," she held her head down not explaining herself. Clark looked at her then out the barn doors towards the house.

"I guess I better just say it then," she looked backup at him. He turned to face her, unnerved face. "When I hugged you, what you saw, if you even saw it at all," Dana fidgeted with a piece of hay, " well I don't know how that happened but please don't tell anybody about it okay? This is really important," she rambled on. Clark gazed at her, trying to concentrate on one thought, but there were what seemed to be millions rushing around in his head. What he thought was right.

"Clark, are you listening?" She looked into his hazel eyes trying to see what he was think about. "Clark?" She put her hand on his.

Flashes of the ship and them holding each other and kissing passionately, flew past their eyes. Dana closed her eyes, lifting her chin at the thought. In their minds, they held each other lovingly. They knew they were partners, lovers, soul mates.

When they opened their eyes, they realized they were face to face, kissing. Quickly, Dana drew her head back, taking her hand from his. She bit her bottom lip, bashfully, trying not to make eye contact with Clark. Clark looked down at her, smiling warmly. He put his hand on her cheek and a rush of warmth waved over her. He lifted her head up to look at him smiling back at her. She breathed deeply as he drowned in her eyes. Pulling her face closer to his, he let the overwhelming feeling take over, closed his eyes and kissed her softly.