heh... my sister got a severe concussion on Saturday. No other note other than my birthday is in6 days! Anyway, next chapter!
Wait…I guess I do have one thing to say. There is a lot of French coming up in these next few chapters so there will be translations at the bottom, sorry for the inconvenience. If you still don't understand something, don't hesitate to e-mail or IM me with questions, or you can just leave them in your reviews if you want!
AND I LOVE LAUREN!She gave me a lot of advice on this one. She is just so darn helpful! Big hug for you! Oh, and fresh chocolate strawberries with Cool Whip too!
Disclaimer: All you Clana haters out there betterbe glad I don't own Smallville. Because if I did, my motto would be, "Destiny my butt, Clark loves Lana and visa versa. Who cares about Lois!" but, unfortunately, I don't; so you can sleep at night...
Chapter 4- Mémoires Perdues
Clark walked out of the Daily Planet building after hearing the beep come from his cell phone, announcing a new message. He dialed his voicemail and pressed the required numbers. A call from his mom inviting him and Lana to dinner tomorrow, his dad calling to ask for some help on the farm, 'if you know what I mean...' His dad always had been cautious, and he was still convinced Clark's phone could be wired. Finally, one from Lana…
"Hey Clark… This is Lana. I'm really sorry about this morning. Well, call me back. I love you..." He smiled at the 'I love you' but his heart missed a few beats when he heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and the clatter as the phone fell. Screams filled his ear and then a 'Call an ambulance!' and then louder, 'the woman who owns this phone has been shot! Please hurry to the Metropolis Hospital!'
He stood there in shock for a moment before snapping the phone shut, stuffing it in his pocket, and racing faster than he had ever gone before towards the Metropolis Hospital. It had been almost 4 hours since the phone call… who knows what could have happened to Lana… He stopped as he reached the doors and ran in towards the desk. An elderly looking nurse gave him a big smile which he could instantly tell was fake.
"Hello Sir, how may I help you?" she asked in a little too brightly of a voice for someone who had most likely been working for a good 12 hours or more.
"My wife, Lana Kent... she… I think she's…" He swallowed visibly, "…been shot… there was a message on my phone..." He finally sputtered out and the overweight woman looked down at her charts. Her smile immediately faltered and she gazed up at Clark with an unmistakable look of sincere worry.
"Sir, your wife just came out of surgery and has just been placed into the ICU… would you like to visit her?" Clark could barely nod and the lady waddled out from behind the counter and ushered Clark down the hallway and into the elevator. Clark was completely lost in his thoughts and the nurse didn't rouse him until the soft 'ding' announced they were on their designated floor.
"Mr. Kent," she said politely as they both stepped from the empty elevator and made their way to Lana's room.
"I'm afraid your wife has a severe concussion and is experiencing amnesia. Also, she is rambling in French. She thinks she is in Paris and keeps asking why she left Smallville… something about leaving her lover… Clark?" she finished glancing up from the chart she was still clutching as she finished reading off Lana's symptoms. Clark grabbed his head in his hands and tugged on his dark curls.
"No… You mean she doesn't remember anything after Paris?" at the nurse's nod he wiped away a few fallen tears that moistened his cheeks. "Can I still see her?" Again the nurse nodded, and they finally reached their destination. Room 232.
Clark slowly creaked open the door and stepped in. His dark-haired beauty had a typical white hospital gown on and underneath he could see the heavy bandages around her middle and as he looked back to her face, the stitches on her temple. Her eyes brightened noticeably as he walked into the room.
"Clark! Oh, I s'est ennuyé de vous tellement! Svp me rapportent! Je ne peux pas croire I à gauche vous! Je suis si désolé!"2 Clark tried to smile, 'Wow, I never thought my French classes would come in handy…' It took a few seconds for Clark to fully comprehend Lana and complete a full sentence that didn't sound to broken up.
"Bonjour Lana, il est correct. Je suis désolé aussi. Je me suis ennuyé de vous beaucoup. Est-ce que cela vous dérange si je m'assieds?" 3 Clark sputtered as he motioned to the comfy looking chair next to her bed. She gave him a huge smile and shook her head, her tangled raven tresses flicking in all directions as she did so. As Clark sunk into the chair that was unfortunately less comfortable than he thought, 'What am I supposed to say… she obviously doesn't remember…us…'
"Lana…um… Ce que tous vous se rappellent... Au sujet de moi... au sujet de nous...?"4 he asked nervously, afraid of her answer. A puzzled expression crossed her face implying that she thought he might have hit his head a little too hard.
"Clark bon, vous êtes toujours l'homme du mystère... Toutes vos questions étranges... Je me rappelle d'être vraiment fou à vous mais à moi ne suis pas vraiment sûr pourquoi... Et I... Je me rappelle de me sentir très blessé... avec émotion..."5 Her lovely face contorted in confusion and Clark couldn't help his reaction to capture her small, trembling hand.
"N'inquiétez pas Lana, tout sera bien à l'heure. Je t'aime et celui est tout ce des sujets. Voyez que ceci. C'est notre anneau de mariage et ceci. C'est un bracelet de Krypton. Vous rappelez-vous?"6 Lana's doe eyes followed Clark's thick finger as he pointed to both pieces of jewelry. When Clark finally found the courage to look up at Lana he was pleasantly surprised to see her smiling, but then saddened when she frowned slightly.
"Je ne connais pas. Je ne me rappelle pas de les recevoir, mais je les aime. Ce bracelet me rappelle vous cependant... étrange, hmm?"7 Her eyes gazed into Clark's as he searched for an answer. How could he lie to her now? "Clark, ne me dites-vous pas quelque chose? J'ai pensé que nous étions au-dessus de garder secret quand vous m'avez dit au sujet du Krypton."8 Clark took a deep breath and looked deep into her eyes, searching them carefully, but she was nowhere to be found. The Lana he loved wasn't there, only the one society and ex-boyfriends had molded. All he saw was a shell of the girl he'd once known. The one person who'd known him better than himself, now knew next to nothing.
"Lana, vous souffrez de l'amnésie. Vous ne vous rappelez pas mais, nous sommes marié. Par conséquent l'anneau et je t'aime beaucoup, svp… satisfont juste… rappelez-vous… I love you Lana… remember… please remember…"9 He croaked and buried his face in his hands as sobs rocked his body. Lana reached her arms out to hold him and pulled him up on the small hospital bed, scooting over so he could sit beside her. Clark snuggled his wet face into the crook between her neck and shoulder and continued to cry.
"Shhh, Clark... It is okay... I love you too." She uttered more comforting words, only pausing when a nurse came in to give Lana her medicine. After giving Clark many condescending glares and clearing her throat every time the young couple made any contact, the lady left them in peace.
"I don't know what is happening to me Clark… please… help me…" her eyes filled with tears as she gazed uncertainly into his eyes. There, there she was! His Lana! He scooped her into his lap and pressed his lips softly to hers. Lana responded slowly caressing Clark's chiseled chest as his arms snaked around her, enveloping her in his warmth. Clark released her worriedly as he felt Lana struggling against him. Sorrow trickled into him as he realized she was slipping back into the tortured hell of amnesia. She slapped him hard on the cheek and glared at him with deep hurt in her eyes. Tears stung his eyes; he had only seen that look once before, twice now, and never wanted to see again.
"Quel était celui?"10 she whispered as she shied away from Clark's attempt to comfort her. " Svp, obtenez juste loin de moi! Svp! Infirmière! Infirmière!"11 Clark collapsed on the tiled floor, consumed in his own depression, as several nurses came running in. The first nurse ran to Lana's side, trying to comfort her in fluent French, the other kneeled next to Clark and helped him stand.
Once Clark had been ushered into a waiting room and sat on a sofa, the nurse left him with a card on the table beside him, a blanket, and a small pillow. He sat there shaking as he reached over and grabbed the laminated card and read it:
'CLARK KENT
SPOUSE OF PATIENT
ALL CREDITS APPLY'
Great, so Clark had the option of getting free food. That made everything so much better. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into the pillow, pretending it was Lana's hair.
Something startled him awake sometime later. As soon as Clark realized where he was, his tired eyes snapped to the clock. 4:27 A.M. Clark swallowed the lump in his throat as he recalled the incident between him and Lana. He fingered the wedding band on his finger as he folded the blanket up and placed the pillow on top. Clark ran a hand through his disheveled hair as he exited the empty room. He was swept into the busy hallway and was very careful not to get run over by the gurneys racing by.
He stepped into a room that was releasing the smell of freshly brewed coffee; narrowly escaping being hit by a passing EMT. He was in desperate need of hydration so he poured himself some coffee in a bright orange mug. Wow, this was supposed to be relaxing? He muttered out loud as he scanned the brightly painted walls and art along with the, well, interesting furniture. Clark turned back to the coffee maker and poured himself another mug full before gulping it down.
"You're braver than I thought. Didn't know anyone could stomach hospital coffee. You really should slow down though; Lana probably won't want her fiancé bouncing off the walls when she snaps out of whatever's wrong with her. She will soon enough, Mr. Lovebird!" spoke a feminine voice that sounded oddly familiar. Clark whirled around to see a tall woman a few years older than him standing in the doorway.
Translations: well as close as they can be
1 Lost Memories
2 Clark! Oh, I missed you so much! Please forgive me! I cannot believe I left you! I am so sorry!
3 Hello Lana, It's okay. I'm sorry too. I missed you very much. Do you mind if I sit?
4 What all do you remember... about me... about us...?
5 Well Clark, you are still the man of mystery... All your strange questions... I remember being really mad at you but I am not really sure why... And I... I remember feeling very hurt… emotionally…
6 Do not worry Lana all will be better soon. I love you and that is all that matters. See that… this it is our wedding ring and this it is a bracelet from Krypton. Do you remember?
7 I don't know... I don't remember receiving them, but I do love them. This bracelet reminds me of you though... a little weird hmm?
8 Clark, are you not telling me something? I thought we were over the secret keeping when you told me about Krypton.
9 Lana, you are suffering from amnesia. You do not remember, but we are married. Hence the ring and I love you much, please... please just... remember... I love you Lana... remember... please remember...
10 What was that?
11 Please, just get away from me! Please! Nurse! Nurse!
AN: Did I mention yet that this chapter never would have been possible without Lauren? Well I have now so I will just leave all you guys to review! Please!
