"Dad, I'm fine, really." Clark said getting out of bed.
"Clark, you are staying here until I find out what caused you to collapse." Lionel said referring to the room where all of Clark's medical tests were done in.
"I feel fine, I've been fine since I got out of the car!" Clark said frustrated.
"Clark." Lionel gave him a do-what-I-say look.
"But I'm so bored!" Clark said as an excuse.
"You know you can have anything you want brought here." Lionel said about to leave the room.
"Where is my cell phone?" Clark asked, after he attempted to order some things, but found it missing.
"That girl has it." Lionel said just remembering Lana, Jonathan, and what he should do about them. They weren't going to tell anyone, they both already knew, but still...
"Oh..."Clark said kind of excited, but then changed tones, "Did anyone else see me while I was sick?"
"Jonathan Kent." Lionel said with pure hatred.
"Whoa, you're not doing anything, right?" Clark didn't like his father's tone.
"No, he didn't see anything unusual, just a sick teenager." Lionel said leaving.
As soon as someone had brought Clark a phone, he dialed his own cell phone.
"Hello?" Lana picked up.
"Hey Lana, it's Clark." He said.
"Clark! Are you okay?" Lana was worried.
"Ya, I'm fine. Thanks for calling my dad and getting me help." Clark thanked her.
"Are you sure you are okay? I've never seen you sick before... I didn't' know it was possible. What happened to you?" Lana asked.
"Well, sometimes I get a little dizzy, but never like that, and my dad was running all these tests on me to figure out what happened. Until then, I'm stuck here in this room, bored to death." Clark said letting out a sigh.
"But you're okay? Right?" Lana just needed it confirmed one more time.
"Yes, I'm fine Lana, I swear." Clark laughed, "So I was told that your dad saw me sick."
"I'm sorry Clark, I just didn't know what else to do or who to get and-"
"No, it's okay." Clark didn't mean to put blame on her.
"Did your dad say anything else?" Lana wondered.
"About?" Clark asked.
"Well, when your dad came and got you, um... it seemed like...well like our dad know each other, and really, really hate each other." Lana confessed.
"Oh...So I guess it wasn't a good first impression of my dad, but Lana he is really a nice guy, he was just worried about me." Clark wanted Lana to like his dad, not be like everyone else.
"Clark, my dad said something about he didn't tell you anything, and that your dad didn't' have to worry, and it was the way they said it... I asked my dad, but he wouldn't tell me anything. They both know something, Clark." Lana explained.
"Lana, I don't know what happened but my dad tells me everything, well everything that has to do with me." Clark corrected himself.
"He didn't tell you about how you weren't meteor infected." Lana pointed out.
"That was different." Clark said getting mad.
"How?" Lana asked.
"You know... you don't know my dad!" Clark knew he shouldn't take his anger out at Lana, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry Clark... I... I didn't mean to... you've just been threw a lot... I should go." Lana hung up.
"No, Lana..." Clark sighed, hearing the dial tone.
"Clark! Heard what happened!" Chloe ran up and gave Clark a hug, when he entered the torch. "You're okay!"
"Ya, I'm okay." Clark couldn't help but smile, people actually cared about him.
"What happened to you?" Chloe always needed to get to the bottom of her stories.
"I had some kind of allergic reaction to the meteor rocks." Clark relayed his father's findings in a more understandable way.
"Allergies?" Chloe laughed, "I would have never thought the meteor rocks..."
"Well in hindsight, it makes sense." Clark said as Lana walked into the room, and Chloe walked out.
"Lana, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you yesterday." Clark said feeling so guilty.
"It's fine, you don't need to apologize, Clark." Lana said looking down.
Clark filled the gap between them and took Lana's hand in his, "I owe you big for yesterday, if it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened."
Lana smiled and gave Clark's hand a little squeeze, "I'm just glad you are okay."
Clark couldn't resist hugging her.
Clark couldn't contain his grin as he scored the winning touch down. Smallville crows were undefeated because of Clark. He looked over as Lana and the other cheer-leaders where shouting out a victory cheer.
Clark's team came over, "Right on, Clark!"
"You save our sorry asses every time!"
"Ya!"
Clark liked the attention, and being the hero publicly. He loved being able to use his abilities to help him.
"Once again, Clark saves the day. Are you man or super man?" Lana smiled, and as so many times before they shared an inside joke.
Once they were away from the crowd, Clark said, "Hey, Lana, I have to go to this thing tomorrow tonight, basically it's a fancy dinner for charity, but really it's just a PR thing for my dad, and everyone who's anyone is going to be there. He's forcing me to go. I was hoping you'd come along and help me survive the night." Clark joked.
"um..." Lana didn't know, she was afraid she would embarrass him in front of someone important.
"Please! Come on, I'll even take you shopping for a dress." Clark laughed.
Lana laughed, "You must really want me to go if you actually go shopping!"
"Yes, as much as I hate going shopping, I'd do it." Clark laughed.
"Ya, I'll go Clark." Lana was still laughing.
"It's a date." Clark winked at her, as Jonathan approached them, both Clark and Lana stopped laughing.
"Let's go, Lana." Jonathan said coldly, as he stared at Clark.
"okay..." Lana could sense strong dislike between Clark and Jonathan and didn't want anything to start.
"I'll pick you up around 2 tomorrow." Clark said referring to the shopping trip.
"Okay, sounds good." Lana felt like Clark said it just to make her dad mad.
"Lana can't go." Jonathan said as he gently took her arm, urging her to leave.
"Why?" Clark said stepping in front of them, "Because you don't like me?"
"That's just like a Luther, thinking everything is about them." Jonathan shot back.
"But this is. You know it, too! So why do you hate my family? Do you just like being part of the crowd? Doing the popular thing? Or do you actually have a reason? Do you even know yourself?" Clark's eyes smoldered with anger, but he kept himself in control.
Jonathan wanted so badly to tell Clark and hurt him. "Get the hell out of my way."
"That's what I thought. The only reason you don't want Lana to be friends with me is because of my last name." Clark challenged.
"You think you have all the answers." Jonathan smiled, "But I know more about who you really are, and what kind of person you are, and I don't want my daughter around people like you."
Clark didn't like how there was most definitely a hidden meaning behind that, "Okay then, who am I really?" Clark challenged.
Jonathan stared Clark straight in the eyes, "Ask you're father."
Even though his answer didn't make sense, Clark felt like Jonathan really did know something about him.
Clark was so pissed off, he was about to tell yell at Jonathan.
"Clark." Lana looked at him with pleading eyes. Lana meant too much to him, so he would walk away.
"Get out of my way." Jonathan said again.
Clark brushed past Jonathan.
Jonathan and Lana hadn't spoken about last night's incident with Clark, so when Jonathan was out at the feed store, Clark pulled into Lana's driveway at 2pm.
"Clark." Lana's eyes went wide as he knocked on the door. Martha tensed up, even though she had no idea about the fight last night.
"Lana, hi." Clark said boldly.
"What are you doing here?" Lana was nervous.
"I told you yesterday, I was going to take you shopping to find a dress." Clark smirked, he wasn't backing down from Jonathan, he was a Luther.
"Right..." Lana looked to Martha for permission, "Mom, I'll be back around late."
Martha couldn't take her eyes off Clark, and just nodded. Lana didn't wait around and left with Clark.
Once they were on the road, it was clear that Clark didn't want to talk about last night, "So were are we going?"
Clark grinned, "Metropolis."
It was 20 after 6, and Lana was amazed by all the dresses, they were so expensive, but Clark insisted she get whatever one she wanted.
"Lana, as much as I love you, I hate shopping more." Clark joked. "So... I'm going to go get a latté." Clark handed her a credit card, "Get whatever you want."
When Lana found Clark at a coffee stand he was talking on his cell phone, so she just sat down across from him, at the table, listening to the one side of the conversation.
"Ya, I'm bringing Lana... no! I can't believe they're coming... why?... because! After last year's incident with you and them, I don't want to even face them! ... a little drunk, Lex? ... of course you don't care, you don't even remember!" Clark laughed, and noticing Lana, "Lex, I have to go. But seriously, do NOT bring Sarah...Lex, you only want to bring her to piss dad off...no... no... Lex, please....ah! don't! ... you are being such a... good! Thanks. Are we going together? ... Okay... bye." Clark hung up. "Sorry, that was my brother. We are gonna ride there with him."
Lana wasn't thrilled at that thought, she didn't like what she heard of Lex and the few brief encounters they had. He always seemed to bring out the worst in Clark. "okay."
"So are you finally done?" Clark laughed.
"Yes, sorry I took so long, but you can't bring me here with so many beautiful dresses and expect me NOT to take forever." Lana said.
"True. Anyways, we have like 3 hours 'til we have to be there, want to just go back and hang out at the mansion?" Clark suggested.
"Sure." Lana agreed.
"Oh, I love this movie!" Lana stopped flipping channels. "It's so romantic."
"A chick flick, change!" Clark said lying at the other end of the couch.
"No, Clark it's like seriously the best movie ever." Lana said, "You have to watch it!"
Clark watched for 2 minutes, "Change!" Clark laughed.
"You didn't' even give it a chance!" Lana said grabbing the controller just before Clark could.
"I hope you have the controller to change it!" Clark said sitting up.
"No, Clark!" Lana laughed as Clark failed to grab the controller from her, as she jumped up, out of reach.
Clark jumped after her and grabbed an arm, as she held the controller above her head, desperately trying to keep it from him.
Clark grabbed her and plucked the controller from her hands, "Haha!"
"no!" Lana laughed and jumped on his back, "Give it back!"
"never!" Clark joked as Lana tried in vain to get back control of the remote.
Lana wrapped her legs around his waist as she had one hand around his neck and the other reaching over his shoulders to get the remote from his hands.
"Why don't you just give up." Clark teased, "I'm Clark Luther, man of steel!"
Lionel walked in the room and it took them at least 10 seconds to realize he was there.
"Dad." Clark said still laughing.
Lana was so embarrassed and jumped off Clark's back. "Mr. Luther."
"Clark, I came to make sure you were getting ready." Lionel couldn't help but smirk.
"Ya, I'm going to." Clark said feeling a little embarrassed now. "I'm taking a limo with Lex, but I've got an hour."
"Get there early." Lionel was aware of Clark's constant tardiness.
"I will. This is Lana Lang." Clark introduced her.
"Yes, Miss Lang, and I have met. I never did thank you for helping my son." Lionel said shaking her hand.
"I'm just glad he is okay." Lana said feeling intimidated.
"I'm taking Lana tonight. She is going to help me survive the torture that is the annual Demerata Charity event." Clark said rolling his eyes.
"Clark, I'm leaving, but you had better be there on time." Lionel said giving Clark a stern look.
"I will! I'm not ALWAYS late!" Clark said.
Lana had to laugh, because Clark was pretty much always late. When Lionel left the room, Clark turned to Lana, "What? I'm not always late!"
Lana laughed, "Sure Clark...whatever you say. I didn't know it was so late, I better get ready."
"oh right, um... you don't want to get ready in my bathroom." Clark said thinking of all the clothes on the floor and all his stuff on the counter and by the sink. "It's a hazard zone. There is a bathroom down the hall, 4th door on the right."
"Thanks!" Lana said leaving Clark as he changed the TV channel to a football game.
"Clark, you are staying here until I find out what caused you to collapse." Lionel said referring to the room where all of Clark's medical tests were done in.
"I feel fine, I've been fine since I got out of the car!" Clark said frustrated.
"Clark." Lionel gave him a do-what-I-say look.
"But I'm so bored!" Clark said as an excuse.
"You know you can have anything you want brought here." Lionel said about to leave the room.
"Where is my cell phone?" Clark asked, after he attempted to order some things, but found it missing.
"That girl has it." Lionel said just remembering Lana, Jonathan, and what he should do about them. They weren't going to tell anyone, they both already knew, but still...
"Oh..."Clark said kind of excited, but then changed tones, "Did anyone else see me while I was sick?"
"Jonathan Kent." Lionel said with pure hatred.
"Whoa, you're not doing anything, right?" Clark didn't like his father's tone.
"No, he didn't see anything unusual, just a sick teenager." Lionel said leaving.
As soon as someone had brought Clark a phone, he dialed his own cell phone.
"Hello?" Lana picked up.
"Hey Lana, it's Clark." He said.
"Clark! Are you okay?" Lana was worried.
"Ya, I'm fine. Thanks for calling my dad and getting me help." Clark thanked her.
"Are you sure you are okay? I've never seen you sick before... I didn't' know it was possible. What happened to you?" Lana asked.
"Well, sometimes I get a little dizzy, but never like that, and my dad was running all these tests on me to figure out what happened. Until then, I'm stuck here in this room, bored to death." Clark said letting out a sigh.
"But you're okay? Right?" Lana just needed it confirmed one more time.
"Yes, I'm fine Lana, I swear." Clark laughed, "So I was told that your dad saw me sick."
"I'm sorry Clark, I just didn't know what else to do or who to get and-"
"No, it's okay." Clark didn't mean to put blame on her.
"Did your dad say anything else?" Lana wondered.
"About?" Clark asked.
"Well, when your dad came and got you, um... it seemed like...well like our dad know each other, and really, really hate each other." Lana confessed.
"Oh...So I guess it wasn't a good first impression of my dad, but Lana he is really a nice guy, he was just worried about me." Clark wanted Lana to like his dad, not be like everyone else.
"Clark, my dad said something about he didn't tell you anything, and that your dad didn't' have to worry, and it was the way they said it... I asked my dad, but he wouldn't tell me anything. They both know something, Clark." Lana explained.
"Lana, I don't know what happened but my dad tells me everything, well everything that has to do with me." Clark corrected himself.
"He didn't tell you about how you weren't meteor infected." Lana pointed out.
"That was different." Clark said getting mad.
"How?" Lana asked.
"You know... you don't know my dad!" Clark knew he shouldn't take his anger out at Lana, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry Clark... I... I didn't mean to... you've just been threw a lot... I should go." Lana hung up.
"No, Lana..." Clark sighed, hearing the dial tone.
"Clark! Heard what happened!" Chloe ran up and gave Clark a hug, when he entered the torch. "You're okay!"
"Ya, I'm okay." Clark couldn't help but smile, people actually cared about him.
"What happened to you?" Chloe always needed to get to the bottom of her stories.
"I had some kind of allergic reaction to the meteor rocks." Clark relayed his father's findings in a more understandable way.
"Allergies?" Chloe laughed, "I would have never thought the meteor rocks..."
"Well in hindsight, it makes sense." Clark said as Lana walked into the room, and Chloe walked out.
"Lana, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you yesterday." Clark said feeling so guilty.
"It's fine, you don't need to apologize, Clark." Lana said looking down.
Clark filled the gap between them and took Lana's hand in his, "I owe you big for yesterday, if it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened."
Lana smiled and gave Clark's hand a little squeeze, "I'm just glad you are okay."
Clark couldn't resist hugging her.
Clark couldn't contain his grin as he scored the winning touch down. Smallville crows were undefeated because of Clark. He looked over as Lana and the other cheer-leaders where shouting out a victory cheer.
Clark's team came over, "Right on, Clark!"
"You save our sorry asses every time!"
"Ya!"
Clark liked the attention, and being the hero publicly. He loved being able to use his abilities to help him.
"Once again, Clark saves the day. Are you man or super man?" Lana smiled, and as so many times before they shared an inside joke.
Once they were away from the crowd, Clark said, "Hey, Lana, I have to go to this thing tomorrow tonight, basically it's a fancy dinner for charity, but really it's just a PR thing for my dad, and everyone who's anyone is going to be there. He's forcing me to go. I was hoping you'd come along and help me survive the night." Clark joked.
"um..." Lana didn't know, she was afraid she would embarrass him in front of someone important.
"Please! Come on, I'll even take you shopping for a dress." Clark laughed.
Lana laughed, "You must really want me to go if you actually go shopping!"
"Yes, as much as I hate going shopping, I'd do it." Clark laughed.
"Ya, I'll go Clark." Lana was still laughing.
"It's a date." Clark winked at her, as Jonathan approached them, both Clark and Lana stopped laughing.
"Let's go, Lana." Jonathan said coldly, as he stared at Clark.
"okay..." Lana could sense strong dislike between Clark and Jonathan and didn't want anything to start.
"I'll pick you up around 2 tomorrow." Clark said referring to the shopping trip.
"Okay, sounds good." Lana felt like Clark said it just to make her dad mad.
"Lana can't go." Jonathan said as he gently took her arm, urging her to leave.
"Why?" Clark said stepping in front of them, "Because you don't like me?"
"That's just like a Luther, thinking everything is about them." Jonathan shot back.
"But this is. You know it, too! So why do you hate my family? Do you just like being part of the crowd? Doing the popular thing? Or do you actually have a reason? Do you even know yourself?" Clark's eyes smoldered with anger, but he kept himself in control.
Jonathan wanted so badly to tell Clark and hurt him. "Get the hell out of my way."
"That's what I thought. The only reason you don't want Lana to be friends with me is because of my last name." Clark challenged.
"You think you have all the answers." Jonathan smiled, "But I know more about who you really are, and what kind of person you are, and I don't want my daughter around people like you."
Clark didn't like how there was most definitely a hidden meaning behind that, "Okay then, who am I really?" Clark challenged.
Jonathan stared Clark straight in the eyes, "Ask you're father."
Even though his answer didn't make sense, Clark felt like Jonathan really did know something about him.
Clark was so pissed off, he was about to tell yell at Jonathan.
"Clark." Lana looked at him with pleading eyes. Lana meant too much to him, so he would walk away.
"Get out of my way." Jonathan said again.
Clark brushed past Jonathan.
Jonathan and Lana hadn't spoken about last night's incident with Clark, so when Jonathan was out at the feed store, Clark pulled into Lana's driveway at 2pm.
"Clark." Lana's eyes went wide as he knocked on the door. Martha tensed up, even though she had no idea about the fight last night.
"Lana, hi." Clark said boldly.
"What are you doing here?" Lana was nervous.
"I told you yesterday, I was going to take you shopping to find a dress." Clark smirked, he wasn't backing down from Jonathan, he was a Luther.
"Right..." Lana looked to Martha for permission, "Mom, I'll be back around late."
Martha couldn't take her eyes off Clark, and just nodded. Lana didn't wait around and left with Clark.
Once they were on the road, it was clear that Clark didn't want to talk about last night, "So were are we going?"
Clark grinned, "Metropolis."
It was 20 after 6, and Lana was amazed by all the dresses, they were so expensive, but Clark insisted she get whatever one she wanted.
"Lana, as much as I love you, I hate shopping more." Clark joked. "So... I'm going to go get a latté." Clark handed her a credit card, "Get whatever you want."
When Lana found Clark at a coffee stand he was talking on his cell phone, so she just sat down across from him, at the table, listening to the one side of the conversation.
"Ya, I'm bringing Lana... no! I can't believe they're coming... why?... because! After last year's incident with you and them, I don't want to even face them! ... a little drunk, Lex? ... of course you don't care, you don't even remember!" Clark laughed, and noticing Lana, "Lex, I have to go. But seriously, do NOT bring Sarah...Lex, you only want to bring her to piss dad off...no... no... Lex, please....ah! don't! ... you are being such a... good! Thanks. Are we going together? ... Okay... bye." Clark hung up. "Sorry, that was my brother. We are gonna ride there with him."
Lana wasn't thrilled at that thought, she didn't like what she heard of Lex and the few brief encounters they had. He always seemed to bring out the worst in Clark. "okay."
"So are you finally done?" Clark laughed.
"Yes, sorry I took so long, but you can't bring me here with so many beautiful dresses and expect me NOT to take forever." Lana said.
"True. Anyways, we have like 3 hours 'til we have to be there, want to just go back and hang out at the mansion?" Clark suggested.
"Sure." Lana agreed.
"Oh, I love this movie!" Lana stopped flipping channels. "It's so romantic."
"A chick flick, change!" Clark said lying at the other end of the couch.
"No, Clark it's like seriously the best movie ever." Lana said, "You have to watch it!"
Clark watched for 2 minutes, "Change!" Clark laughed.
"You didn't' even give it a chance!" Lana said grabbing the controller just before Clark could.
"I hope you have the controller to change it!" Clark said sitting up.
"No, Clark!" Lana laughed as Clark failed to grab the controller from her, as she jumped up, out of reach.
Clark jumped after her and grabbed an arm, as she held the controller above her head, desperately trying to keep it from him.
Clark grabbed her and plucked the controller from her hands, "Haha!"
"no!" Lana laughed and jumped on his back, "Give it back!"
"never!" Clark joked as Lana tried in vain to get back control of the remote.
Lana wrapped her legs around his waist as she had one hand around his neck and the other reaching over his shoulders to get the remote from his hands.
"Why don't you just give up." Clark teased, "I'm Clark Luther, man of steel!"
Lionel walked in the room and it took them at least 10 seconds to realize he was there.
"Dad." Clark said still laughing.
Lana was so embarrassed and jumped off Clark's back. "Mr. Luther."
"Clark, I came to make sure you were getting ready." Lionel couldn't help but smirk.
"Ya, I'm going to." Clark said feeling a little embarrassed now. "I'm taking a limo with Lex, but I've got an hour."
"Get there early." Lionel was aware of Clark's constant tardiness.
"I will. This is Lana Lang." Clark introduced her.
"Yes, Miss Lang, and I have met. I never did thank you for helping my son." Lionel said shaking her hand.
"I'm just glad he is okay." Lana said feeling intimidated.
"I'm taking Lana tonight. She is going to help me survive the torture that is the annual Demerata Charity event." Clark said rolling his eyes.
"Clark, I'm leaving, but you had better be there on time." Lionel said giving Clark a stern look.
"I will! I'm not ALWAYS late!" Clark said.
Lana had to laugh, because Clark was pretty much always late. When Lionel left the room, Clark turned to Lana, "What? I'm not always late!"
Lana laughed, "Sure Clark...whatever you say. I didn't know it was so late, I better get ready."
"oh right, um... you don't want to get ready in my bathroom." Clark said thinking of all the clothes on the floor and all his stuff on the counter and by the sink. "It's a hazard zone. There is a bathroom down the hall, 4th door on the right."
"Thanks!" Lana said leaving Clark as he changed the TV channel to a football game.