TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 9
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: You know… as I'm writing this it has so many weird parallels to Dark Angel its strange. I keep almost typing Max instead of Lana. LOL
She paced back and forth in his apartment. He wasn't back from class yet, and she had let herself in. She should have been at class herself, but she cut out early. There was just too much on her mind, and it couldn't wait any longer. She knew his classes were over, but that didn't mean he was going to come right back home. He might have stopped off at the Library, or went somewhere with friends. She started to fish her cell phone out of her purse when she heard the key in the lock.
The door opened and she looked up to a shocked Jason, "Lana… uhhh… What are you doing here?"
She smiled, "Not happy to see me?"
He shut the door behind him, threw his backpack on the floor and walked over to her. "You know I love to see you. Just surprised is all." He looked at his watch, "Really surprised, aren't you supposed to be in…"
She cut him off. "We need to talk."
He swallowed hard at the serious look in her face and the change in the tone of her voice. "About?" he ventured.
"You know."
He searched her face for exactly what she was talking about. He wasn't going to just start confessing to something that he wasn't even sure if that was what she was talking about. "I'm pleading the 5th until I know what I am being accused of."
"You seem awfully guilty for someone who I haven't accused of anything."
"Your tone is doing the job for your lack of words." He sighed, "Please, just tell me what this is about."
"If you are so unsure, then there must be a lot there, maybe more than I'm even aware." She was getting worried about why he was avoiding the issue.
He groaned, "Lana. Stop with these mind games. Just tell me what you want to know."
"Okay, fine." She turned around and grabbed the photo Lex had given her from the folder on the chair. "First, mind explaining this to me?"
He looked at the picture of him and his mother in Paris, then back to Lana. "It's a picture of me and my mother… so?"
"Lex says that picture was taken the day BEFORE you met me. I thought she was in the Hamptons."
He closed his eyes. "So Lex has you all paranoid now. He's trying to get you to turn on me." He shook his head, but also realized that maybe Lex was right. Maybe she did need protecting from him. "Lana… doesn't it seem a little strange that someone would take a photo of me and my mother together, so that they could have it later as some type of evidence?" He saw that thought run through her. "Second, yes, that picture was taken then." He saw her about ready to speak but continued. "She came to visit me and we saw each other that day. But she left that afternoon to the Hamptons. It wasn't exactly the nicest of visits between us. But they never usually are." He shook his head, "I never lied to you."
She swallowed, he was right. He had never said when his mother went to the Hamptons, only that that was where she was at the time. "Lex…"
He sighed and threw up his arm, "So this is all from Lex."
She nodded and continued, "Lex said that you grew up knowing about Isobel, and that your mother had tons of stuff in the house about her. That you knew all along. Jason… you played dumb about the name."
He rubbed his forehead. "Lana…"
She wasn't listening as she was pacing. "How could you keep something like that from me."
"I didn't."
"Yes you…"
"NO. I didn't." He ground out. He knew how it looked, how it seemed. But it wasn't true. "Yes, my mother was researching Isobel. And yes she took me on many of those 'family vacations.' BUT… I never knew that. I thought she just liked to travel. I thought she was just into history. I was never a part of what she found. I did not know what she researched. I was a kid. I didn't care. The trips were fun. And by the time I was old enough to care… me and her weren't… exactly on the best of terms. I was basically out of the house. So… did I grow up with stuff about Isobel? Yes. Did I know about it? No."
She swallowed at his defense. From what she knew of their relationship, and from what she had known of his mother when they had talked, she could see that happening. But then it occurred to her, "Wait. You aren't denying that you know that now. Why didn't you tell me when you found out? When did you find out?"
He smiled at her, "Lex told me. Lex is the one that informed me of what those trips really were. Interesting huh?"
She shook her head but not in disbelief, she could see Lex doing that. But it still didn't answer her question. "But you didn't tell me."
He sat down in the chair, "Lana. Let me put it like this. Am I supposed to believe Lex at his word?"
"No. I guess I wouldn't… shouldn't either." She paused, "So is that what you were talking to your mother about?"
Jason looked up at her quickly, "You saw us at the Talon."
She nodded, "You didn't look to happy. But then you came up stairs you acted like nothing was wrong."
He ran his fingers through his hair. "My mother basically confirmed what Lex said, and… told me a few other things. Things that I'm not exactly sure how I feel about. I'm actually still trying to process them." He stood up, and walked over to her. "I'm not trying to hide things from you. I just…" He sighed again. "Remember when I first saw that tattoo on you back?" She nodded. "And remember you didn't want to talk about it. You were confused by it yourself." She nodded again. "I guess I'm just trying to figure it out. Figure out where I stand with it, so that I can even attempt to try and tell you."
She saw the confused and also hurt look in his eyes. Whatever his mother had told him, had affected him a lot. She took his hand and led him back to the chair. He sat down and she sat on the arm putting her feet on the other side of his lap, and looked down at him. "Jason, I do understand. But I need you to tell me. This isn't just about you. Its about me too. And… it scares me."
He looked up into her dark eyes, and he knew it did. He could tell. "Honestly, it scares me too." He pulled her down onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. "Lana. You have to believe me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you." He turned her face to look at him, his hand caressing her cheek. "I love you way to much."
She gave a soft smile, "I love you too. That's why you need to trust me. We need to trust each other. Be open with each other. Even when we don't know how to feel, or what to do. Maybe we can figure it out together."
"Maybe I'm just afraid you won't want to be together to figure it out when I tell you."
She swallowed, "That bad?"
He closed his eyes in thought, remembering what his mother had told him. "First. You have to believe me when I say I never knew." He looked back into her eyes, "I never knew what she was trying to do. What she was doing. I didn't know until just the other night."
She nodded, "I believe you." How could she not? He looked close to tears.
"Remember when you asked for inspiration with your art project?" She nodded again. "Well, I wasn't sure what to tell you. But I did know someone who would. I knew how my mother was with history. I asked her where you should go for such a thing."
"You asked your mom? But you hate even talking…"
He nodded, "But you were struggling with it. You wanted something really great and I wanted to help…"
"So you asked her advise anyway. For me…"
"Yeah… I should have… I should have known there was something wrong when she so quickly and easily tried to help and gave me the information on Isobel." He looked down again. "So it was my fault you were there. It was my fault that you got that tattoo on you back from touching her grave. It's my fault that…"
She silenced him with a finger on his lips. "No. It's not your fault."
He pulled her hand away. "My mother used me to get to you. She used me, her own son. And now…" he shook his head, he didn't want to go on.
"Now what?" She tried to pull his face back up to look at her, but he struggled against her hands. "Jason. Now what?"
He squeezed his eyes shut tight, and clenched his jaw, "Now she wants me to leave you because she… she thinks that you…" He stopped, he couldn't say it. "She thinks that Isobel is going to try and kill her, kill her… entire family."
Lana's hands dropped from the sides of his face into her lap. "Why?" she asked softly.
"I guess the Countess vowed to kill all of Gertrude's heirs for burning her at the stake. Guess who's family line that is?" He gave a small, humorless laugh at that.
She shook her head, "But… that doesn't make sense."
He finally looked up at her, "What part?" Most of it shouldn't make any sense. It was crazy.
"Why would she want me to get possessed by a person that would try and kill her and her family? Why not just leave it locked up in that church?" Why did his mother's grandmother move the tomb into the church in the first place? If it were possible for Isobel to possess someone, wouldn't it be better to hide the tomb?
"Because…my mother wants those stones so bad, she's willing to risk her own life and mine as well to get them."
"And she thinks that Isobel will lead her to them." She saw the haunted look in his eyes, and she leaned against him. "See… that wasn't so bad. Look how easy that was to tell me." She tried to put humor into the situation, tried to lighten the mood, but it failed. Miserably. Then his next words broke her heart.
"I'm so sorry."
"Jason…"
"No…" he took her hand. His fingers weaving together with hers as he continued, "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be in this mess. Heck, you might still be in Paris."
"I'd still be a decedent of Isobel. Somehow everything would probably still happen to me. But… I'd be alone trying to figure it out. But…" she tiled his chin up to look at her, "But I'm not alone now. Or am I?" She held her breath as she waited for his answer.
His fingers trailed over her cheek as he looked into her eyes, "No one could drag me away now."
She gave a soft smile, "Then I'm stuck with you?" He nodded. "Wouldn't want it any other way." She leaned back down and kissed him to make her point.
It was Saturday. Which meant, no classes, no work, no Lex, no Genevieve, and if she had her way nothing but normal. She wanted one carefree day. The small knock at her door had her smile as she went over and opened it. "Hi."
"Hello," came the reply with a sweet tone. "So… what are we doing today?" He asked as he walked in, setting his backpack by the door. "I have some old maps. Some history books from the library that might be helpful. And some…" he was cut off when she stepped in front of him, and just leaned up and kissed him. He stopped mid thought, and his arms instinctively went around her, kissing her back fully.
She felt him lean into the kiss and pulled him closer to her, her tongue lightly licking his lips requesting entrance, which he happily obliged. He groaned in response as she pushed inside his mouth, his arms tightening around her. His mind was reeling, and he regretfully pulled away, slightly out of breath. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining."
Lana smiled up at him, "I don't want to talk about Isobel. Or the stones. Or anything like that." Her hands ran through his hair. "I want a day with just you, and me. A day were I'm with my boyfriend, just being a normal girlfriend."
He grinned. He knew exactly how she felt. He took a deep breath and let it out, letting the tension leave him. "So, what does that exactly mean?"
His eyes sparkled back at her, and she knew he liked the idea as well. "Well… what do you want it to mean?"
Jason could have sworn he heard her voice drop an octave or two. He swallowed, his hands moved down her back, and settled on her hipbones, pulling her tightly against him. "With everything that has been going on you couldn't mean what you're eluding to, so please… Please don't tease me." He might be a very patient man. And he still would be. But he still had his limits. She could at least play fair.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up into his dark, hazel eyes. He was right. He had been very understanding, the least she could do was not tease him when she didn't mean it. But the only thing was… she smiled up at him. "I'm not teasing."
He didn't know if he heard her correctly or not. "Lana… After everything. After what I told you… How… How can you want to?" He was just a slightly bit confused.
She understood why he was questioning her. But she also knew how she felt. "It's simple really," she said leaning closer to him, moving up on her toes to look more directly into his eyes. "What has happened wasn't your fault." She continued not letting him object. "I do understand why you didn't come right out and tell me. I know that I love you." She emphasized that with a soft kiss. "I know that I trust you. I trust you with my heart. Heck, I trust you with my life. Why shouldn't I trust you with my body as well?"
He swallowed hard under her gaze. "But that doesn't mean…"
"You have my heart." She laid one of her palms over his chest, looking down briefly than back up into his eyes, "I can see that I have yours." His slight nod, and the increasing heartbeat under her fingers confirmed it. "I want you to have my body." She saw his eyes darken, and his hands grip her tighter at her words and she continued pushing herself closer to him, "And… I … WANT… YOURS."
His mouth was on hers in an instant. One hand left her hip to move quickly to the back of her head, and into her hair, keeping her lips plastered to his. He only broke the kiss to allow his lips to travel down her neck. The sound of pleasure that blew past his ear from her only worked to convince him that she did actually mean it. That and the fact that her hands were desperately trying to free him of his shirt.
She wanted to touch him. Feel his warm skin against her own. Her hands finally got under his shirt and they pulled apart from each other long enough to get the material over his head. Soon it was lost to the floor, and her hands moved over his soft skin feeling the hard muscles underneath. Her body pushing up against him, trying to feel more.
Her hips moved against his, and he groaned into her neck. His hands moved together down her backside, lifting her up to him. She responded by jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist. He moved his lips back to hers, and kissed her as he maneuvered his way back to her bedroom. He awkwardly made his way through her door, his hands firmly holding her to him. As hers continued to move over him, in between them, now trying to unbutton his jeans. He moaned at the feeling of her fingers gliding against the bare skin at his waistband.
He stopped abruptly, as his legs hit the edge of her bed, and they both almost toppled onto it. She let out a small laugh, but was silenced instantly as his tongue plunged into her mouth, making her head swim in the taste of him.
He put one knee down on the bed, one hand moved up her back as he lowered her down onto the mattress. His own body followed, as her legs were still wrapped around him. He tried to pull away, but she hooked her ankles together and pulled his hips tighter to her, making them both groan at the contact. "Lana… If you want to continue…" he breathed against the skin by her ear, "I have to move away, otherwise these clothes won't come off."
Once the truth in his words entered her foggy brain, her legs fell to his sides, and her hands were back between them, trying to again work on that pesky button to his pants. Why couldn't her fingers unhook that damn button?
Jason kicked off his shoes. One flew out into the hallway. He than sat back on his feet, and her upper body followed into a sitting position. His hand cupped the side of her face as his other slowly made a trail down the front of her shirt. He watched the pupils in her eyes dilate even more, as his fingertips got to the bottom and then started to slowly pull it up. Her own hands moved in to help raise the cloth over her head and fling it to the corner of the room.
A white lacy bra on caramel skin greeted his eyes. His gaze slowly traveled up to her face finding a slight blush. He leaned back in kissing her once more. Her hands came back to his pants, and in her frustration she murmured, "Off," against his lips. He smiled against her mouth, and his hands came to help hers. The button unhooked, the zipper down, the jeans finally slid past his hips. Her hands pushed him back on his ass. Her hands grabbed his pants at his ankles and started to pull them off. The pulling made him fall back fully onto the bed, his lungs letting out his laughter.
Lana grinned in triumph as she balled up his pants and with a wink was about to toss them across the room leaving him just in his boxers when his hand grabbed her wrist.
"Wait. I need those."
She laughed, "Uhhh… not right now you don't."
He sat back up, and pulled his jeans away from her, "We need something in them." He said as he fished out his wallet from the back pocket. Her eyebrow went up in question. Then his fingers held up a square package. "Something we might not want to forget."
Her eyes widened, "Forgot about that." Then her head titled to the side, her lips with a small smirk. "But it looks like someone was planning ahead."
He could tell by the twinkle in her eyes that she wasn't upset. "Well after that whole spontaneous speech, I thought it might be a good idea…" He couldn't finish as she launched herself at him, kissing him, and pulling the package out of his hand. He pushed forward and they tumbled onto her back. Her legs opened to embrace his body. She pulled away briefly to look at the package and giggled as she sat it on the night stand. "Ribbed?" she giggled again.
Jason smiled into the skin of her neck, leaving another kiss, "All for you." She laughed again as he looked up and winked at her. She shook her head at him. "What?"
"How… How can you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Make me laugh. Make me feel loved. And make me want you so much all at once?"
He leaned down, his lips millimeters from hers, "You want me huh?" his voice was low. Her breath caught in her throat and she just nodded. "I want you too."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Her hands went down her sides, "Help me get these off."
"Yes ma'am," he sat up quickly. She didn't have to tell him twice, as his fingers dipped into the elastic waistband and pulled the fabric down her hips, then legs. He threw them over his shoulder and then turned his sight back onto her. Only small white innocent pieces of fabric covering her from him, the lace teasing him as to what was beneath.
"Are you just going to stare, or …" She didn't have to finish as he crawled back over her, his fingers moving up from her knee, over her hip, across her ribs, all the way to her check.
"So beautiful," was all he could say as he kissed her again.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him back down to her, and with a tilt of her hips she rolled him over onto his back. He went willingly, allowing her to take whatever lead she wanted. She smiled down at him, as her hands went behind her. She unhooked the clasps of her bra, and then her hands went to the straps.
Jason sat up, his fingers over hers, "Let me." She nodded, and looked into his eyes, watching them, as he slowly pulled the straps down her shoulders, his hands grazing the bare sides of her breasts making her body shudder over him. Letting the lace fall between him, his hands gently moved up her sides, as his lips kissed hers. She leaned in, urging him further.
She moaned against his mouth as his palms found her breasts. Her body pushed him back onto the bed, her hair falling in a curtain around their heads. Her hips pressed more firmly against him as she sat over him, both groaning at the hard evidence of his desire for her between them.
He tore his lips from hers and whispered into her ear, "Lana… if you want to stop… now would be a good time."
She pressed herself tighter against him, her lips trailing over his neck, "I don't want to stop." And with that she was crawling down his body, leaving small kisses over his fevered skin. Her hands followed. She heard his intake of breath as she kissed the skin at the elastic of his boxers. Her fingers slipped under, her eyes looked up into his. He lifted his hips, and she dragged them down his legs. Only when they had found their way in the pile of clothes on the floor did she actually take a look at the now fully naked man in front of her.
He laid as perfectly still as he could. He wanted her to decide what to do, how to proceed. The small, seductive smile that spread over her face had his slight fear that she would run from the room at any moment disappear. The only thing was, it looked like she was frozen in the spot she was in. He slowly sat up, and moved towards her.
Her eyes blinked a few times and then moved back up to his face. The feeling of his fingertips at her hip, playing with the band of the last remaining piece of fabric between them, had her look down, and then back up again into deep hazel pools. She saw the question there. She nodded at him, she was sure. Absolutely sure.
Her hands helped his move the silk and lace down her legs. She toed them off, as his hands came around her waist and pulled her naked body to his. Their skin firmly touching as their lips meet in a searing kiss. She couldn't help herself as her hands move over his flesh. His back, his chest, his ass, his hips, and then one moved between them.
He groaned, moving his face into her neck as she gripped him. Her lips trailed over his check, her other hand moving his head to look at her. She bit her lip, "Jason… You're going to have to help me…" She was nervous, and unsure of exactly what to do.
He nodded in understanding. "For this time… let me love you." She smiled. "You… just trust me, and… relax." He leaned back in and kissed her softly, his arms tilting her body and then he laid her back onto the bed.
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When he could finally open his eyes, he rolled to his back bringing her over onto his chest. His arms held her to him, as his lips kissed the top of her head. He felt her lips move against his chest, and a mumbled sound came out, but he couldn't make it out. "What?" he asked softly as his hand lightly titled her face up to look at him.
He was greeted with her beautiful smile, "I said…" he lips turning up even more. "Wow." This time he laughed with her.
To Be Continued
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