TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 23
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: Another short chapter. Oh, live with it. ;)
She giggled loudly. A sound that was annoying even to her own ears. The smile on his face however, showed that it was working. She looked up at him over her shoulder as he pointed at the book in front of her. "Now, Lana, you know Calculus. You shouldn't have any trouble with this."
She grinned wider, "Clark…" her hand went to his over the book. "Maybe I had… ulterior motives."
His one eyebrow went up, and his voice cracked, "And… those would be?"
Isobel blinked at him a few times for good measure, "To spend time with you."
He smiled and sat down next to her. "All you have to do is ask."
"I'll remember that." She looked over at the woman behind the counter. "Ummm… do you think we could get out of here?" She knew she had to get them away from his mother. And she doubted the woman would approve of Clark and her alone up in her apartment. There was no way she could get what she wanted from him, using the skills she knew, in front of her.
He caught her gaze and nodded. They gathered up their stuff, "We're gonna head to the library mom, I'll see ya later."
She smiled at the two of them, "Okay. Study hard."
Isobel had a hard time not rolling her eyes as they walked out of the Talon. He opened the door to his truck, and she slid in. Once he got in and started the engine she asked, "So, where are we going?"
"Where ever the lady wishes."
"Hmmmmm…" She actually knew where she wanted to go, but she wanted it to look like she was thinking. "Actually… if you wouldn't mind. Do you think you can get us in to look at that caves?"
Clark swallowed, "The caves? Why?"
"Well, with my tattoo and everything… The symbols… I just sometimes wonder if I am missing something. If the caves can answer it." She gave a soft smile to him, "Besides… there shouldn't be anyone else there."
"Okay," he said after a brief moment and they were on their way.
The door opened and she was about ready to ask what they forgot when she looked up. "Jason?"
He smiled, "Mrs. Kent." He responded before he started to make his way to the stairs.
She walked out from behind the counter, "Uhhh. Lana's not up there."
He stopped, "Oh. Do you know where she is?"
She tilted her head to the side, "Why?"
He gave her a strange look, "Because I wanted to see her."
"But… why?"
Jason walked over to the woman, "Do I have to have a reason to see my girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?"
Okay, he was really starting to get agitated at the questions this woman was giving him. He stopped right in front of her. And started to talk very slowly. "Yes. Lana. My girlfriend. I want to see her. Do you know where she is?"
She shook her head, and he almost thought she was saying she didn't know where she was. "Lana and you broke up."
That floored him. He blinked a few times, "Who the heck told you that?"
Martha looked at him in shock. By the question and tone of his voice he was honestly surprised by her question. "Lana did."
He took a step back from her. "She told you that? She told you we broke up?" He ran his hand though his hair, "When did she tell you that?"
"Almost a week before her and Clark went to Prom."
She stated it so matter of fact that he felt like the rug was literally ripped out from under him. He wanted to sit down. Martha saw the look and on his face, and quickly grabbed a chair and motioned for him to sit down. He took it, and then looked at her, but words would not come to his mouth, as questions swirled in his head.
"Obviously, this is a shock." She stated. He just nodded. Her motherly instinct was rising to the surface, and she rubbed his shoulder, not sure of what else to say or do for that matter.
After thinking a little bit, he looked at Martha. And for some reason, he felt like he could trust her. "Mrs. Kent?"
"Yes?"
"Would you actually listen to me for a minute?"
"Of course."
"Forgive me for being blunt, and to the point. But I think for everyone involved in this. It needs to be done."
"Everyone?"
"Me. Lana… Clark." She nodded in understanding, as he continued. "Can you tell me how it is possible for Lana to tell you and Clark that we broke up before Prom, and are still not together, when on Prom night, I stayed with her up in that very apartment." He said pointing at Lana's door. He saw he swallow at his statement, and knew she knew what he was implying. "And for that matter, that I woke up there this morning as well." If she didn't know before she definitely knew then. "Now… the Lana that YOU know. The Lana that Clark knows. And the Lana, that I feel in love with… would she do something like that, and then tell others we weren't together?"
Martha didn't know what to say. "That's not Lana." Her eyes got bigger at the implication in his words, "What are you saying?"
"What has Clark told you? What has he told you about the stones?" He knew he was going out on a limb, but he could feel like he was going in the right direction. And from the look in her eyes, he was right.
"Lana's possessed again," she stated.
He had been in denial the entire time. His body and soul had known. But his heart and his head didn't want to believe it. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. "I'm afraid so."
Her eyes got wide, "Oh my God."
"What?" he asked worried by the fear in her voice.
"They just left somewhere together. Lana… or whoever… and Clark."
Jason stood up quickly, "Where did they go?"
She shook her head, "They said they were going to the library…"
He wanted to laugh. "I doubt that." He doubted that very much. He quickly headed for the door, "Mrs. Kent… please, let me know if you hear anything."
"Of course!" she yelled after him as the door slammed shut. She looked around the empty coffee house. Her arms wrapped around herself. If Isobel was really back, no one was safe.
To be continued.
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