TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 26
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: It's the fan fic that never ends… yes it goes on and on my friends… I started writing it not knowing where I'd go, and I'll continue writing it forever just because… it's the fan fic that never ends… yes… (you get the point. ;) ) AHHHH It better end at some point soon, or I'm going to go nuts! Maybe I already have!
The ambulance had come quickly. But she figured when Lex Luthor called, people did not hesitate. But still, it took too long in her opinion, she thought as she paced back and forth in the corridor of the hospital. They had whisked him away from her and into a room the second they got there. They had only been in there for a few moments, when a nurse rushed in with extra pints of blood.
She looked down at her still red stained hands. Her blood soaked clothes. Knowing that what was coving her was the reason for the nurse rushing inside. Her hands were trembling and she almost screamed when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned around quickly to see Lex standing there. "What's going on in there?" She asked him, knowing he didn't know. Two tears started to run down her face, followed by more, as her body began to shake.
He didn't say anything, but opened his arms, and she fell into them. Her body sobbing into his chest. She was confused. She had no idea what really happened. She saw flashes, images, but nothing concrete. The last few weeks, or was it months, were a big blur to her. And now this. All she knew was that he was lying in there, bleeding to death, because somehow, for some reason, he saved her life.
Lex held her as she continued to cry. He didn't know what to say to comfort her. He had no answers to give her. His eyes looked up at the doors that were closed to them. Behind those doors was the man that had saved Lana's life, maybe even more than just her. He looked over at another room. There was an older man, sitting on the side of the exam table with a doctor checking his vitals. He had questions for his father. His eyes glanced back to the double doors again. Many questions.
But one thing was for sure. No matter how much he hated to admit it. Jason had proven that he loved this girl, whom may be in his arms now, but was weeping for the man that saved her. He had shown he would do anything, make any sacrifice for her. Something even he, himself wasn't sure he could do. He rubbed her shoulders, "It'll be okay," he said softly.
She shook her head against his chest, "You don't know that." Lana looked up at him though the tears. "What's taking so long?"
He swallowed, "Maybe you can take it as a good sign that they are still in there." He tried to be hopeful for her. But he just wasn't so sure. Jason had been shot. While in the shoulder, it was pretty darn close to the heart, and from the amount of blood that was on his clothes, on Lana, and had been all over the cave floor… he had lost a lot. Not to mention the struggle he had with Isobel. "Maybe, they are just getting the bullet out, and trying to do some nice stitch work so they don't leave an ugly scar." He hoped for a smile, but the tears just started up again, and he pulled her back in for another hug.
It was her fault. That's all that she could think of. If it wasn't for the stones. If it wasn't for her getting possessed by Isobel. He wouldn't have had to go and save her. He wouldn't have had to go and gotten shot. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be laying in there dying.
She barely heard the footsteps walk up from their side. "How is he?" came the overly concerned voice.
The two turned to Lionel, questions in their eyes. "Why do you care so much?" Lex asked.
The older man looked down, "He was a very brave man back there. It's called respect Lex."
His eyes narrowed as he looked at his father. He knew there was much more to it than that. "Exactly, how well did you know Genevieve Teague?"
"That is none of your business Lex."
"Oh, I think it is my business…"
He was cut of by Lana, "Please! You two can talk about this later." She turned back towards the doors, and threw up her hands, "Can't someone tell me what is going on?"
She felt a hand on her shoulder again, "Lana. Why don't you go get cleaned up."
She shook him off her. "Not until I know. I'm going to be here when they come out." And as if on cue the doors opened and a doctor walked out towards them. She could barely move the distance towards him as her eyes looked at the blood covering the green scrubs. "How is he?" her shaky voice managed. She could feel the presence of the two men right behind her.
The doctor took a breath, "Let's sit down."
Her eyes got wide, "NO! You will tell me now."
"Lana…" Lex said from behind her, and tried to pull her to the chairs.
"Tell me now!" She said shaking him off again and pleading with the doctor.
"It took us some time, but we found the bullet. It hit an artery, which took us some time to repair. He lost a lot of blood before he got here, and he was loosing it as quickly as we were putting it into him once here." He paused for a moment to catch his breath.
"How is he now?" She asked quietly.
"The bleeding has stopped. They are stitching him up now. We're giving him blood. We'll be then transferring him to recovery, and then to a room."
He wasn't answering her question, "HOW is he?" She saw the look the doctor gave the two men behind her, and she yelled, "Is he going to be okay?"
The doctor swallowed, "We don't know."
Lana's eyes got big, "What do you mean you don't know?"
"He's lost a lot of blood. His body went through a lot of stress. He's unconscious. If he gets through the next 24 hours then he should be okay."
"IF?" Her legs felt like they were going to give out from under her. "What do you mean if?"
Lex turned her around, "Lana… Lana, listen to me." He looked up at the doctor, and could tell the man wasn't sure what to tell her. He nodded to him, and the doctor turned and walked back down the hall. "Lana… Jason is young, and fit. He's pulled through before. He'll be okay."
She shook her head, she wasn't listening to any of this. "I want to see him."
"As soon as they put him in a room…"
She stomped her foot, "I want to see him NOW."
"Miss Lang," Lionel started from beside her, "the doctors are still with him. The nurses will be looking over him. He needs his rest. You will be able to see him when they are done."
Lex nodded, "The worst right now is over. Now it's just waiting." He looked at her clothes. "How about we find a nurse, and get you cleaned up. I'll send for some clothes."
Weakly she nodded and agreed. Soon a nurse led her into a room and gave her some toiletries and showed her how to turn on the shower. She pulled off her clothes and put them into the trash bag the nurse had left. Tears trickled down her face as she stepped into the hot spray of the shower. She let the water wash over her, as she leaned against the wall, her shoulders rocking with sobs as the water swirled red at her feet and down the drain.
She jumped at that the sound of a knock at the door, "Miss, are you okay?"
She blinked twice, trying to clear her head, as she realized that she had been in there a long time. Her fingers were prunes, and the water had long since run clear. "Yes. I'm fine." She said quickly as she turned off the water. She grabbed for the towel on the sink as her eyes glanced at the mirror. What she saw, or what she didn't see actually, got her full attention. She turned her naked form around to get a better look. Her hand traveled across her back as she looked over her shoulder into the mirror. The tattoo, the one she had received in Paris, was gone. She closed her eyes. Isobel was gone.
More tears streaked down her cheeks, as she got dressed from the clothes Lex had sent for her. Not only had Jason saved her from the bullet his mother had meant for her, he had also somehow vanquished Isobel from her body once and for all. Fully dressed she opened the bathroom door, and ventured into the hall. Lex walked slowly over to her with a cup of coffee.
She took it gratefully as he started to speak, "They are going to be moving him up to the fourth floor in just a little bit. Do you want to head up there?" She just nodded, and followed him to the elevators.
"She's gone." She said simply once they were inside, and then took a sip of the hot beverage.
"Who's gone?"
"Isobel." She took another sip. "I don't know how. But I'm back, and the tattoo… the tattoo is gone."
He starred at her for a moment, "Well, I'm glad." He wasn't sure what else to say about it. But it was good to know that Lana wasn't going to start flinging anyone around the room anymore.
She looked over at him, "Lex. I'm curious. Why are you still here?"
"What do you mean?" he asked as the doors opened and they walked out onto the fourth floor of the hospital.
"You can't be that worried about Jason…"
"Why am I here?" He thought about it for a minute. "Many reasons."
"Being?" she asked as they rounded the corner and walked to the nurse's station.
Lex caught sight of a nurse, "We were told that Jason Teague would be moved up here. Could you please let us know when we can see him?" The nurse nodded and the pair walked over to the waiting room. He then started to answer her, "One. You're clearly upset. So I want to be here for you. Two…" He looked over at his father who was there already seeming to read a magazine. "I am curious as to why my father is still here." He looked back at Lana. "And three… I have a new respect for Jason."
She nodded. "Thanks for being here." And she meant it. She couldn't do this alone. But then she heard voices in the hallway walking towards them.
"Once I got word that they were moving him to a room, I called Chloe."
She gave him a smile just as two girls found the room. "Lana… are you okay?" Chloe asked as she rushed to her and gave her a huge hug. Lois stood behind her. "I'm fine." More tears leaked from her eyes, "He's not, because I am."
The blonde shared a look with the bald man, and then turned back to look at her friend. "Lana. I'm sure he will be okay. He's strong. He'll beat this." Lana nodded and leaned back into her friends embrace.
They had finally brought Jason to his room and after letting the nurses get him situated they let her in to see him. The tubes, and the machines didn't freak her out as much as how pale he looked. She quietly pulled up a chair and sat down. Her eyes traveled over his still form, and her hand slowly reached for his. It felt slightly cool to the touch. It wasn't his usual warmth she noticed. Her other hand went to his forehead and smoothed back some of his hair from his face. "Jason…" She started, but her voice cracked. "Jason, I'm right here." She stood up for a second and leaned over him. She kissed his forehead. "I love you, and I'll be right here." She whispered into his ear and then sat back down. She rested her head on his uninjured side and waited. That's all she could do, was wait.
To be continued.
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