I am soooo sorry for the long wait! I screwed up my eye, something called a stye?sp and haven't been feeling well lately, are the excuses I have along with the stupid writer's block that has been plaguing me.
Thanks to all my reviewers, again I apologize for the wait. And to Lauren, my best buddy who has been helping greatly and beta-ing for me! I love you so much Lauren and I'm stealing your name! Also, as a reminder Missy... my birthday is on the 10th!
Anyway, I finally got a good idea that will hopefully last for a while so with out further adieu, I give you chapter three of The Real Destiny.
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything to say other than just, I don't own Smallville.
Chapter 3: Ringing In Your Ears
Lana yawned and stroked her hand across Clark's bare chest as she watched the thick snowflakes fall from the gray sky out side. She glanced at the shelf containing her most prized possessions. Her wedding ring was sparkling from its place on the felt holder she kept it on. Her old necklace hung from a silver hook, its clear jewel catching the slivers of light floating in through the open window. Among the other things that Lana kept in her 'treasure spot' was her favorite toy from her childhood; a white bear her parents had given her.
She smiled as she felt the feather soft sensation as Clark kissed the top of her head. He let her sit up and slip out of bed, revealing her marvelously sexy body to him as she slipped her ring on her finger, then rolled out after her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"You didn't think you were going to get away with not giving me a good morning kiss now did you?" His deep voice resounded in her ears as she slipped around in her arms to face him. As his broad hands roamed across her lower back she was thankful for the little nightgown and boxers they had slept in. Her eyes shut softly along with Clark's as he kissed the side of her mouth. Then as his lips crashed into hers with released passion she wrapped her arms around his neck, running a hand through his thick curls.
He slowly pulled away leaving her in a stupor and he smirked as he watched her make her way to the kitchen to make some coffee. He super-sped to the bathroom and took a quick shower and was dressed, sitting at the counter, and drinking a cup of freshly brewed coffee as she returned to the kitchen, fully dressed, with her dark tresses in a high ponytail.
"I have an interview at Lauren's today. They need a manager and I was recommended, no doubt by Lex, but hay… it's a job and hopefully a nicely paying one." Clark gave her one of his looks and she bit her lower lip slightly, waiting for his reply.
"But I have a great job that pays enough for all we need." He muttered just loud enough for her to comprehend. Lana swallowed before answering carefully.
"Clark, that's not what I mean. I need to feel like I am making a contribution. I told you this before we got married. I am not going to be one of those wives who let their husbands do everything for them. I'm not in one of those kinds of girls Clark and you know it. Now I know you want to shelter me from whatever, but I don't need that Clark. I'm tired of everybody treating me like I'm going to break with the tiniest bit of stress. I watched my parents die in front of my eyes Clark. I think I can handle working three or four extra hours a day!" She grabbed her purse and rushed out the door.
Clark sat there with his mouth hanging slightly open. Sure he and Lana had their little arguments over the years, but what just happened? Why is she being so sensitive all of a sudden? Yea, she had mentioned getting a job other than working odd hours at the Talon, but he figured it was just a thought. He sighed heavily and poured the scalding coffee left in his mug down his throat and threw his coat on as he left the apartment and made his way to work.
Lana wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks as she strolled quickly into the fancy building. She stopped at the desk in the lobby and waited for the secretary to get off the phone. Lana glanced around the expensively decorated business and her eyes settled on a painting of the Eiffel Tower. She sighed involuntarily as she remembered the time she went to Paris. That was so hard leaving Clark. They weren't together at the time but she really wished they had been.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as the secretary lady repeated her self.
"Miss? Miss?" Lana smiled at her apologetically,
"Sorry... um… I'm Lana Kent. I have an appointment with Lauren Roswell…" The older lady gave her a warm smile before looking down at her computer.
"Oh, Ms. Roswell is in an emergency meeting… but it says here that she would appreciate it if you could wait here in the lobby for a few hours?" She looked hopefully up at Lana, who nodded,
"That's fine, but I need to call my husband… I'm just going to step outside for a moment." Lana waited for the woman to nod, then she went quickly out into the square and pulled out her recently bought cell phone. She pressed 1 and put the phone to her ear, listening to the beeping as Clark's cell number was automatically dialed. Damn, answering machine… She listened to Clark's gentle voice, waiting for the beep. There it was…
"Hey Clark… This is Lana. I'm really sorry about this morning. Well, call me back. I love you..."
A loud bang rang through the small park and a man ran over to the woman as she fell forward and onto the frozen ground. He rolled her over, noticing the large pool of blood seeping from her shoulder and the gory gash across her temple. He noticed her cell phone and picked it up.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" He screamed to the people gathered around the wounded raven-haired woman. He put the phone to his ear realizing it was connected to an answering machine.
"The woman who owns this phone has been shot! Please hurry to the hospital. We are taking her to the Metropolis Hospital." He hung up and shoved it into his pocket, his only thought about the, what appeared to be fatally injured, woman in front of him.
A.N. Please review! The more reviews the faster an update! Hehe…
