Lana Lang sat quietly under a tree in the park, her copy of Le Morte D'Arthur open in front of her. She wasn't reading it though. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on her English assignment, instead choosing to concentrate on a dragonfly close by. She ran a hand through her chocolate tresses, gently shaking them as the dragonfly flittered around doing what seemed to be absolutely nothing. The eighteen-year-old watched the dragonfly as if mesmerized by it, which she was partially. She could feel the dragonfly; she could feel its emotions and make out its wordless thoughts. She felt connected to it. Granted, she felt connected now to a lot of the creepy crawlies that were around her, and though it should have disturbed the hell out of her, it didn't. Rather, Lana was amazed to find, she felt more serene, more sage-like than anything.

She didn't feel as conflicted as she did a few weeks ago. Granted, she was confused as to who or what she was now, but besides that, she felt a certain inner peace. She also felt extremely powerful, and she was sure that that had something to do with her sudden bout of inner peace.

She shook her head and looked down at her book again, trying to concentrate at the task at hand, but she was finding it highly impossible to do so. She frankly had no interest in reading about the Knights of the Round Table or anything else at the moment. What she wanted was to research her own condition, a task that seemed less and less likely to actually happen. Zatanna knew nothing that could actually help her, and Madame Xanadu seemed to love playing a convoluted version of Twenty Questions. There wasn't really anyone else that Lana could turn to for aid, she realized. She had toyed briefly with the idea of talking to the very small Gothic-Wicca type group at Smallville High that hung out in the abandoned green house at the school, but decided against it. The last thing she needed was another flaying or possession, and if Zatanna, who had magic running through her very being, could screw a spell up, what could a group of amateur Wiccans do?

Lana firmly shut her book and started to get up when she heard her name being said right behind her. The young woman turned around and saw Clark standing behind the bench on which she had just been sitting.

"Clark," Lana greeted, just a little uneasily. She noticed that he seemed very not himself. He seemed a little worried, and his shoulders drooped ever so slightly, almost as though he were carrying something burdensome inside him, and it was getting too heavy for him to lift on his own. "What's going on?"

"We need to talk," he said quietly, seriously.

"Well?" Clark asked, about an hour later.

Lana stared hard at him, her face a mixed expression of confusion, realization, understanding, and pain.

"Lana…please…say something. Anything," the teenaged Kryptonian pleaded. He was holding one of Lana's delicate hands in between his larger, manlier ones.

"What am I supposed to say, Clark?" Lana asked softly after a moment. "I…I don't even know how to react to this. Or even if I should react to this."

"Yours not reacting is still, technically, a reaction," Clark prodded.

"No Clark, don't. Please. No jokes, no ironic comments, nothing. It's not you…it doesn't suit you. Not that I even know who you technically is anymore."

"Lana…"

"I know…I'm sorry…I shouldn't be acting this way. I mean, for the past four years I've been trying to make you tell me your secret...and here it is. You aren't who I thought you were."

"You make it sound like I've lied to you, Lana."

"Haven't you?"

"But you've known all along that I have been."

Lana nodded her head, conceding. "Yeah…I have. But I didn't suspect the secret would be this big, Clark. This…this changes everything."

"It does, Lana…but not entirely."

"What do you mean?"

Clark gave Lana a look that explained everything to the brunette. Yes, she knew his secret now…but he knew her secret as well. She wasn't the little girl next door that she had been a few weeks ago. She was something more, as had been repeatedly hammered into her head by Madame Xanadu.

But what exactly was she?

"We'll figure it out," Clark said softly, as if he were reading her mind. He wasn't, she knew. He had made it clear that he was in no way telepathically inclined.

Lana nodded. "I know we will," she said, staring at him a long moment. She searched his eyes for something, a sign for what was to come in the future. She found herself finding something else instead.

Love.

Lana stepped back, feeling not just a little weird. There they were, Clark Kent and Lana Lang, standing face to face, completely open to each other. There were no secrets between them now, no need to hide or to play games or to beat around the bush. For the first time in their lives, they had been completely honest with each other.

Why stop now?

"Clark…" she said softly, stepping back up close to him. She gently lifted a hand and caressed his strong jaw with it, her ginger touch sending shivers down his spine. Goosebumps appeared on both teenagers' skins as sparks of electricity began to surge forth between both of them.

Clark brought a soft hand down under Lana's chin and lifted her face up to his, as he slowly leaned down towards her. His eyes were full of pure, untainted love, and they widened the slightest bit as he took in her scent of sugary vanilla and soft lavender.

Their lips met, softly at first, though the kiss soon grew urgent. Their mouths pressed against each other, hard and full of passion. The world around them melted away, as it tends to when two young lovers create a world in the midst of their own embrace.

And there they stood, in the middle of the park, entwined in each others arms, and forever bound by each other's secrets.

Writer's Note: Hey all! Yeah…so I didn't write in the big scene here where Clark actually tells Lana everything for a couple of reasons. First of all, no matter how I wrote that particular scene…it just wasn't working out for me. They weren't doing what I wanted them to do. I then realized that the "secret revealed" scene is done so much that I figured glossing over it might make a better idea. I realize some of you may hate me for leaving a crucial scene out like that, but…I'd rather leave it out than put out something I wasn't particularly proud of, you know? I also didn't want Lana to play the angry card, because I'm sure that deep down inside she's known something was REALLY off about Clark.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews guys, it really means a lot to me! Love the speculative stuff you guys are coming up with…its definitely interesting to see what you guys think is about to happen.

Oh, and one more thing….when this fic is done (it'll take awhile, but figured I'd ask this anyway?) I'm toying with the idea of maybe doing a few Zatanna spin-off fics. What do you guys think? Yay or nay?