Smallville: Apartment above the Talon
Sunday, July 4th
8:03 P.M.
"Clark?" Lana Lang turned the key in the lock and pushed the door to her apartment open to find it dark and just the way she had left it. It was obvious no one had been here since she had left it this afternoon.
Lana walked in and shut the door behind her, hitting the lights as well. Light flooded the room and Lana could see plates and cups still in the sink. The bed was unmade and her clothes were scattered around the bedroom. Lana set her overnight bag down and fell into a chair by the kitchen counter. Her jeep liberty had been dropped off earlier by Lex Luthor like he had promised. She was still pissed at him, but was grateful anyway for the lift home. Without the chopper, it would have taken her another three hours to get back.
Lana pulled her butt off the chair with some difficulty as the day's events had worn old on her. But, she still had a few things to take care of.
Smallville: The Kent Farm
Sunday, July 4th
8:39 P.M.
Lana pulled her car into the driveway of the Kent Farm and shut off her engine, not wanting the Kents to know she was here. As great as they were to her, she had to take care of one more thing before the day was over.
Lana slipped out of the car and shut the door. Instead of heading to the yellow farm house, she opted for the loft, knowing that he would be there. She passed by a picnic table that was intended for the Fourth of July festivities and feast. Unfortunately, with Clark gone MIA for the day, the table hadn't been used at all. Lana wondered what Martha had done with all the food for the party. She figured that Martha, being the kind and environment conscious woman that she was, would've saved the food or donated it to a local shelter.
Lana took the steps to the top of the loft two by a time, anxious to see what lay ahead of her. She paused and took a breath when she got to the top.
Clark was at the window, staring out at the summer night sky.
Lana cleared her throat, feeling her heart beat a bit faster. "Hi."
Clark turned around, not surprised at all that she had found him at his usual hiding spot. "Hi."
Lana paced to where he was and placed her hands on the window sill. "It's peaceful here, isn't it?"
Clark nodded, not offering anything else. Lana sensed that he was deep in thought and she remained silent until he spoke up again.
"Lana, I'm sorry," Clark said softly, turning to look at her.
"For what?"
"For everything…for leaving…for causing this whole mess…." Clark sighed and looked down, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Hey, it's okay," Lana whispered back. She smiled and took his hand, forcing him to look at her. "I said some pretty awful things that night too."
Clark smiled at the memory and brought a hand to his cheek. "Yeah, you did."
Lana winced, remembering the slap. She placed her hand that wasn't holding one of his over the hand on his cheek. "Does it still hurt?" she asked, knowing that it didn't even hurt when it was first delivered.
Clark shrugged. "It stings a little…maybe if you kissed it…."
Lana giggled and moved his and her hand away. She placed a kiss on his cheek and then on his lips.
"Does it feel better?"
"Maybe another kiss…."
Lana grinned and kissed his lips again.
"Better?"
"Better."
Lana leaned into Clark as he pulled her closer to him in a hug. He rested his chin against the top of her head.
After a moment, Clark pulled away and grabbed Lana's hand. "C'mon, I want to show you something."
Lana nearly had to jog to keep up with him. He had pulled her down the loft stairs and into a field. "Clark, where are we going?" Lana panted from behind him.
"Hold on." Clark stopped abruptly and Lana crashed into him.
Clark turned around and took hold of Lana's other hand. With both hands of hers now in his, he instructed, "Close your eyes."
Lana obeyed and shut her eyes with a smile. "What surprise do you have for me, Clark Kent?"
"Something you haven't experienced before," Lana heard him say. She could imagine his grin and him pulling something from his pockets.
After a few moments, Lana felt a sensation she hadn't experienced before. It was like floating except…
"Open your eyes now," Clark whispered in her ear.
She opened them and smiled pleasantly. They were floating above the corn field and somehow, she wasn't freaked out.
"It's beautiful, Clark," Lana said softly, leaning against his chest and breathing in his distinct masculine smell. "How…?"
"Earlier today, at Metropolis…I felt so mad at Lex," Clark began and Lana nodded. "There were so many people and no one believed me—they all ate up his lies and didn't even care when he killed Cobwell. I felt like disappearing—or flying away."
"So, you did?" Lana blinked and looked in his green eyes that were filled with love for her. "You just…flew away?"
"Yeah, I didn't know what had happened at first, but it was amazing, Lana." Clark smiled and then said, "So amazing that I had to share it with you."
Lana blushed and gave him a shy smile. Then she voiced the question that she had burning to ask since she had seen him in Metropolis. "Clark? We're still getting married, right?"
Lana watched as shock crossed his facial features. Then, he said, "Of course we are, Lana. There's nothing I would rather be doing on July seventeenth."
