Chapter 16: Funeral for his Lover

Clark ends at the Kent farmhouse, and pulls out the octagonal key. He stares at the metallic disc in his hand, the small, kryptonian words etched at the bottom, and he places it in his front pocket again. He superspeeds to the loft, and falls on the green couch, creeping into a dark and dreamless sleep.

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9:00 PM

Johnathon and Martha drive the Kent truck into the driveway, and they get out. Martha notices the light in the loft is on, and she walks towards the barn. She creeps up the stairs, and watches her son sleep. She notices what he is on his ring finger, a gold ring.

So, they were going to get married. She thought, and very stealthly moves over to where he sleeps. Clark's face is in angst, guilt ridden over what happened. He mumble several different words, unclear to what he said. Martha watches him sleep. Clark tosses, and turns.

"No...my fault...don't die...my fault...Nooo!" Clark screams, while throwing his sheets around his body. He stops, still sleeping. Tears fall down his face again, and he starts to shake.

"Alicia...I miss you so much...I love you Alicia...It should have been me...I should have protected you...God, I'm so sorry..." Clarks says, before sobbing again. He pulls the sheets up to his chin, wrapped around him. Martha walks over, and touches her son's shoulder, but Clark jumps away.

"Don't touch me! I failed! I lost the only family I could've had..."

Martha stares at her son, the losses he had to face, and she starts to cry. Clark sits stil, his arms and legs shaking badly, and he mumbles something.

"What Clark?"

"She was still warm...when I held her...she was still warm...

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The next morning Clark got up early, and finished a whole days worth of chores in under five minutes. When he finished, he went inside, and noticed his parents were still not up. Clark looks at his hands, still shaking, and clenches them into fists. The sounds from upstairs alerts him that Johnathon and Martha are just getting up. He concentrates his hearing, and listens in on their conversation.

"Today's Alicia's funeral." Martha says

"I know...it starts at 8."

"Do you think we should go?"

"I don't think Clark would want us there...we didn't really know her. I heard Chloe, Lois, and Lana are going, though. I guess they're trying to cheer Clark up."

"He misses Alicia so much... He blames himself for what happened..."

"I know... he needs to know that it wasn't his fault...Things just happen, that's the way the world works."

Not after what I'm going to do... Clark thinks.

Clark didn't bother listening to the rest of the conversation. He's heard it all before. 'It wasn't your fault' and 'Things just happen for a reason.' All these things weren't true. It WAS his fault, and Clark knows. He looks at the clock, 8 in the morning.

Still got a half hour...

Clark speeds out of the house, straight towards Smallville. He stops in front of the Talon. The sign says OPEN, and the doors have been fixed. Clark walks inside, luckily the Talon is empty of customers. Slowly, he walks over to the counter, and takes a seat. Lana walks in, and notices Clark. She walks over to him and smiles, tears hidden deep inside.

"Hi Clark...how are you today?"

"Feeling like sh!t, what else?" Clark says, playing with a coffee stirrer.

"Would you like something to drink? Maybe something to eat?"

"A coffee, and a danish."

"Okay, it'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Lana?"

"Yeah?"

"Sorry about yesterday...I wanted to kill them, for what they did...I almost did kill them..."

"I know...you wanted revenge."

"I still do...I want Lionel to pay for what he did. I want to kill him."

Lana, shocked by what she heard, snaps back to reality as the coffee machine dings, a sign that the coffee is done. She poors Clark a cup, and pulls the danish out of the microwave. Clark hands her two dollars, but she refuses it.

"It's on the house."

"Thanks Lana." Clark says, taking a bite out of the danish, and drinks the coffee.

"Lois, Chloe and I are going to the funeral today, if you need a ride..."

"Okay. When are they coming here?" Clark asks, just as the doors open. Chloe and Lois walk in, almost on cue. they notice Clark, who finishes his coffee, and they sit next to him.

"Are you ready to go?" Chloe asks.

Clark nods, and the walk out the doors, Lana closing up for the day. They enter Lois's car, and drive off towards the Smallville Cemetary. The ride was silent. Clark sat in the front passenger seat, staring out the window. Lana and Chloe sat in the back, worried about Clark. Lois concentrates on the road, but every couple of minutes, she looks at Clark, and she notices on the third time, that Clark is silently crying. Chloe holds the bundle of white and red roses in her hands, while Clark picks up a notebook, and a sharpie. He writes a message on it, ripping it out, folding it, and putting it in his pants pocket before Lois even blinked. Chloe gives Clark and Lana a red rose, and gives Lois a white one. Clark stares at the rose, taking in it's beauty.

"Thanks for buying these, Chloe. They were Alicia's favorite."

"We all pitched in for these, Clark. He thought it would be nice to go with you. We know you loved Alicia-"

"I still love her. I will never forgive myself for what I did." Clark says, still watching out the window. The sky almost matches Clark's feelings. It is cloudy, the light from the sun is gone, replaced by the deeply dark clouds, and as Lois's car approaches the cemetary, it starts to rain. Lois parks the car, and Clark gets out, followed by Lana, Chloe and Lois. The trek up the hill to Alicia's burial spot is steep, but is nothing to Clark. When they arrive, only the preacher, Lex, and Alicia's parents are present. Clark notices the coffin that contains his lover, and new tears fall, landing in the grass ahead below him.

The preacher starts to speak, and no one else cries, with the exception of Clark.

"Alicia was loved by many people, her family, her friends, and her boyfriend, Clark. The Good Lord has taken Alicia away from us too early. We do not question The Lord's actions, only that good intentions are to be shown. Alicia was a good person, and we all loved her. Clark, you have some words for Alicia?"

Clark nods, and walks over to the preacher. Tears continues to fall, and Clark stares at the small group in front of him.

"I loved Alicia. I loved her more than life itself. She was the only person in the world that I could confide my trust in. She trusted me, and I failed. I should be the one being buried, not her. It was my fault that she died, and I hate myself for not stopping it." Clark says, the group looking down at the grass, taking in his words.

"Alicia wasn't the only person I lost. She was pregnant with my child, and I asked her to marry me, before she was killed. She agreed, and then Lionel Luthor killed her, and our baby. I wanted to be the one to die, not her. I would have given my live to save her's, but Lionel took her away from me. There are no good intentions here. Two people were killed, and I am to blame. I will exact my revenge. May God have mercy on my soul."

Clark walks down, and stands next to Chloe.They start crying.

"Thank you all for coming, and have a nice day." The preacher says. He motions for the caretakers to lower Alicia's coffin into her grave. Greg and Lucy leave, holding each other. Clark falls to his knees, and holds his rose. The caretakers start to pile dirt on her coffin, and after an hour, they finish, leaving Clark and Chloe alone. Clark looks at Alicia's tombstone. It reads:

Alicia Baker

1987- 2005

Beloved Daughter and Friend

Daughter and friend? No, that won't do. Clark thinks. He speeds off, surprising Chloe, Lois and Lana.

A few seconds later, he was back, holding a fresh headstone, twice his size, and in the shape of an angel. An angel with four wings, hoding it's hands as if in mid prayer. Clark removes the smaller headstone, and replaces it with the new one. He makes sure everything was perfect started. Using his heat vision, he began to engrave the stone. 5 minutes later, he finished. Below is a new inscription:

Alicia Baker Kent

1987-2005

Beloved Daughter, Friend, Wife and Mother

She will be missed

Chloe, Lois and Lana watch Clark as he pulls out the piece of paper from his pocket. He opens it, setting the flowers down in front of her tomb, and setting the note on top. He sets his rose on the paper, steadying it in the rain.

"I love you, Alicia, and I will find my way to you again. I promise you that." Clark says, and he gets up, walking down the hill, past Lana and Lois.

Chloe reads the note, and starts to cry again. Lois and Lana walk over, and join her in the crying. The note read:

Alicia

Some way, some how, I will bring you back.

I'll come back for you

I love you, Alicia

Clark

Chloe looks around, Clark has vanished. The rain intensifies, and Chloe, Lois and Lana leave, driving off in Lois's car.