TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 5
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)
SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe.'
SPOILERS: Everything!
DISCLAIMER: All Smallville character belong to their respective whatever, the WB, etc. etc.
FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile:)
DEDICATION: To all the fellow Nuns, writers, reviewers, and readers at NWP, and of course Jensen!
RANT: Sorry I'm not writing as quickly as I used to. Real life really does not give you much time! But I am trying.
"I'm okay, really."
"Uh huh. Sure. That's why your neck is turning more purple by the second."
He tried not to smile at the concerned look on her face and the fact that she wasn't exactly following all the traffic laws. But then again less than twenty four hours ago he was doing the exact same thing with her.
He sighed as he wondered why they couldn't just have a normal, stress free relationship. Heck a normal, stressful relationship would be better than worry about getting killed every few seconds. Before he could ponder that thought any longer they were pulling up at the hospital. Lana was rushing over to the other side, but Jason got out of the car and stood up. "Don't even think of getting me a wheelchair."
She relented but still put an arm around him helping him into the building. As they got up to the desk the nurse turned to them and Lana spoke quickly, "My boyfriend was just attacked. They tried to strangle him. I need someone to take a look at him, and we need to talk to the police."
The nurse took a look at Jason, and then shoved a clipboard and papers at them, "Fill this out. Take a seat. We'll call you."
Lana's eyes went wide. "I just told you he was ATTACKED, we need to…" Jason patted her shoulder and pulled her towards the waiting area. "Jason…" She questioned as she followed. They avoided a nurse wheeling a pregnant woman screaming down the fall, and two paramedics bringing in a man with his leg bleeding and twisted at a very odd angle.
"Lana… I think I can wait." He sat down, took the pin from the clip, and started to write.
She looked around at the other chaos, then back at him. She took a deep breath, and realized he was right. She put an arm around his back, and leaned her head on his shoulder while he filled out the papers.
He felt her relax against him and gave a small smile. He was almost done with the paperwork when a voice started both of them. "Mr. Teague."
"Yes," he replied instantly as he looked up at Sheriff Adams and a nurse standing beside her.
"Let's move you into an exam room so that we can talk." She turned to Lana, "Miss Lang, would you come with us?"
"Definitely," she replied standing up with Jason and following the other two back into the hospital.
He took a seat on the exam table, and Lana helped him get his sweatshirt and t-shirt off. The nurse started to take his vitals.
"When the report came in, I decided to come over myself because of the possible connection with this attack and the one last night on Miss Lang."
They both nodded back at her, and Lana continued. "Alicia needs to be…"
Sheriff Adams stopped her, "Miss Baker did not do this."
"What?" Both replied at the same time.
"She was with me at the station answering questions when this attack happened."
They looked at each other not knowing what to say. Jason looked down and rubbed his forehead. He didn't want to think about all the possibilities of who was responsible now.
The sheriff continued, "Okay, why don't you tell me exactly what happened."
Jason sighed. How do you tell someone that 'nothing' had tried to choke him to death?
They each related their story to her, and she left to make the report and take a look at the car in the parking lot. The doctor came in soon afterwards to take a look at him. Luckily nothing was wrong. He would have some bruising, as was already the case, but everything else was okay. The doctor left to finish the chart.
Jason stood up from the table, and before he could move Lana gave him a big hug. "See, I said I was okay."
"I know. But we needed to make sure." She looked up into his eyes, as his arms came around her. Her cheek rested on his bare chest. "So if it's not Alicia…"
"I don't know. But I guess it's one person we can check off of the huge list of people out to get us."
"That's not funny."
He sighed, "I know." He gave her a squeeze and she straightened up and pulled away.
"I'm going to go and get you checked out of here while you get dressed."
He nodded, but as she started to walk to the door his arm reached for her wrist and pulled her back. He gave her a quick kiss, "Thank you."
She smiled back, and reached up to his face with her fingertips. "I love you." She said simply in explanation.
He leaned his forehead against hers and gave a soft smile, "I know. Love you too."
Jason let her wrist go, and watched her walk out of the room. He took a deep breath, which still scratched at his throat and then moved over to grab his clothes. He pulled on his t-shirt and then started with his sweatshirt as the door to the room opened. He was about ready to ask what she forgot when the smell of expensive perfume and the sound of heels hit him. He sighed as he turned around adjusting his shirt. "Mom, what are you doing here?"
"I had to come to make sure my son was all right." She said sounding worried as she hugged him and continued, "I phoned Dr. Martin on the way here. He can see you today."
Jason pulled away from her clearly annoyed by her display of affection. "I'm fine. I've been hurt worse in football."
Genevieve continued acting concerned, "Well, it never hurts to get a second opinion from a 'real' doctor."
He tried not to roll his eyes. "Let it go, Mom," he said as he picked his watch up and put it on his wrist.
"It's just hard to see you suffering here by yourself. You'd at least think your girlfriend would be here."
And she ties to twist the knife he thought. "You really want to play that game?" he said as he remembers all the times she was never there for him.
"This is not a game, Jason. This is you life. And I'm worried about the path you're heading down."
He shook his head, "Oh, you mean the path you sent me down?"
She acted confused, "What are you talking about?"
"Lana." He paused waiting to get something from her. "The girl you made sure I met in Paris."
"Are you serious?" she looked at him like he had gone crazy. "I mean, how could anyone maneuver two people meeting and falling in love in Paris?"
Just then the doors opened, and both people turned to see Lana enter. She stoped at seeing the other woman, "Mrs. Teague. Um… I didn't know you were here."
Genevieve looked at the young lady slightly perturbed that she had been wrong. "Well, come in, Lana. We were just talking about you. Did, uh, Jason share his matchmaking theory with you?" She sticks it to her.
Lana looked at Jason then back to Mrs. Teague, answering quietly, "Yeah, he did."
"And what did you think? That I had somehow used my mysterious powers to coerce you into going to Paris at exactly the same time that my son was there?"
Lana lowered her eyes from the woman, and then slowly looked to Jason who was now standing next to her for help.
Jason gave a hard look back at his mother as he answered for her, "You don't have to answer that."
Genevieve gave a small smile, "I think she already has." She steped closer to them, "Lana, I'm not a perfect mother. I can be overprotective and sometimes overbearing, especially when it comes to the women in my son's life."
Jason tried to stop her with a heavy tone, "Mom…"
But she continued anyway, "I had nothing to do with getting the two of you together as you can probably realize from my reaction to it. And why my son feels the need to blame 'me' for meeting you is something you should be asking yourself."
Lana swallowed hard as she looked at the other woman. Jason squeezed her hand as his eyes narrowed further at his mother.
She turned to Jason and continued, "If you change your mind about the doctor, let me know." She lightly touched his face, and he blinked at the unwelcome touch. "Fell better," she said and then exited the room.
He turned towards Lana, moving his hands to her shoulders. He could see the doubt and worry on her face. "Don't listen to her. She's a manipulative…"
"Jason. She right…" He started to object but she continued, "Seriously, how could she have…"
"And how could a scarf attack me, or a shower curtain attack you? How could you become possessed by a dead ancestor that was a witch?"
She sighed. He had a point. A very scary, and unbelievable point. But still a point. "Let's get out of here." She had enough with hospitals lately.
He nodded, "Agreed." With that they both left and headed back to the Talon with thoughts of who or what was against them now still fresh in their brains.
To Be Continued.
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