I fumble with my keys as I try quickly to unlock my door and be alone with Clark again. I finally manage to get the right key in the door and I fling it open dragging Clark in with me. I drop his hand as I turn around to close the door and lock it behind us. After I get the door locked I turn around and lean myself against the door out of breath and I see Clark eyeing me. I again bite my lower lip as I can feel my insides twisting and turning.

I am not sure what to do, inside I am thinking "What are you doing? He is married, well not in a week he won't be. But still he is married! He is also the father of your child, the love of your life. Why aren't you jumping on him right now?"

As all these thoughts are swimming and fighting in my head he advances on me and starts to kiss me again. I lose myself in his kisses and can't even remember my own name at the moment. He grabs my hands and interlocks fingers with me, he brings our hands up and over our heads as we make the kiss more and more passionate.

We stay like this for god knows who long, I can't keep track of time in a state like this. He finally breaks away, I forget that even though he isn't human he still needs air to survive. He leans his forehead against mine and stares into my eyes and I can feel my knees weakening. Then he speaks…

"You know how you feel yet?" he smiles that wicked smile I have only seen him use when he is on red K or that one time Lionel and him switched bodies. As much as it brings back some bad memories I still find it incredibly sexy.

"Clark I have felt the same way I did five years ago, I still love you and probably always will. I just don't want to fall for you again only to be heart broken again." I tear myself away from him and head into the kitchen and grab a glass to fill with water.

I can here him follow me and I wish Clark would just learn when a girl needs to be alone. Then I forget the latter thought as his large, warm, and gentle hands wrap themselves around my waist. "I don't plan on doing that this time, I love you too. I did five years ago and nothing has changed the way I feel about you."

As much as I want that to change my mind and let me turn around and just forgive him I can't. "Clark, if you have felt the way you did back then all this time then why did you marry Lana?"

He tightens his grip on me as he knows I am angry and there is no way out of this one. "I married Lana so I could try and get over you, I felt that I had no reason to come back to you and ask to start over. I didn't deserve you, I thought maybe if I told myself and made everyone believed that I loved Lana I would love her. It was stupid but I needed something to help me, not that it worked."

I blink back the tears as I hear him try to explain the reason he married a girl he was suppose to cherish till death do them part. I turned to look into his eyes to tell him this next bit, "Clark then that means your marriage vows are bull shit, you realize that right? I mean I have never been the biggest Lana fan and you know that but how could you really do that to her?"

I can see the hurt I am causing him but he needs to know what he did was wrong and not only did he hurt me, he was hurting Lana. "Chloe I never thought of it that way, all I was thinking at the time was ways to get you off the brain. And please don't take that the wrong way, believe me I liked thinking of you and what we had but it was driving me nuts knowing I had given that all up."

He was killing me, here I was trying to be strong and not fall for him all over again, but he wasn't making it any easier. "Clark I am flattered that I invaded your brain and wouldn't leave but you needed to tell Lana that then. You led her on and made her believe you loved her, that just isn't right." I pulled away from him and put the water back in my refrigerator and walked to my room to take of my jewelry.

Again he followed me but I knew avoiding him was inevitable, so I just sit at my stool as I hear him take a seat on my bed. He claps' his hands together and bows his head before looking up at me in my mirror. "Chloe I know that, I feel awful for doing it but don't know if Lana ever really loved me either. I think she still was in love with Jason, even though he almost got her killed and did try to kill my parents, he loved her more than anyone. She missed his love and attention he gave her, she has a picture of them stashed in one of her jewelry boxes and she will take it out and stare at it."

I listened but had no idea what to say, I felt for him but yet didn't at the same time. It was complicated how I felt, I continued to take off my accessories and just waited for him to talk again.

Instead of talking he pulls out a picture from his wallet and starts to finger it, I can't see what it is in my mirror. He knows this but wont turn it around because he wants me to get up and look. I try my hardest to act like I don't care, but he knows my reporter side is dying. I can actually see him smile as he hears me make an annoyed sound, he thinks he is so damned clever.

Finally the reporter sides wins over and I get up and walk over to him and sit beside him. I don't know why I didn't see it coming, I mean really how dumb of me, but then again I never expected him to still have these feelings. The picture is of me and him at the Metropolis City Park. He had told me that he wanted a picture to remember our first date and I told him he didn't need one, he should always remember it in his head. But he insisted that one day I would look back and wished I had one like him, sad part was he was right.

So he had hunted down this middle aged lady and asked her to take our picture. I felt so embarrassed but went along because I knew it would make Clark happy. He was sitting behind me up against a tree and I was in between his legs. He had his arms around me and was kissing my head, it really was a cute picture. I was laughing so much because Clark was tickling me and I had troubles staying still. The lady had taken it and smiled at us, she made a comment on how cute young couples in love were as she walked away.

I looked up to see Clark was starring at me and I suddenly felt like a deer trapped in headlights. That stare was so amazing, he looked like the gentlest and the roughest person in the world at the same time. All I can think of to say is, "I can't believe you still have that."

He just laughs and looks back down at the picture, he runs his finger over me and looks back to me. "That was the happiest I have ever felt, being with you I mean. You made me feel like nobody else could. You made me feel like I was human and not really an alien, but yet you kept me grounded if I ever got out of hand." Then he held out the photo to me and I just stared at him.

"Clark that was the happiest I ever felt too, well aside from when Laura was born. Oh I wish you could've been there, funny thing was I had Lex in the delivery room with me." Then I decided to address the photo that is just under my nose, he is still holding it out to me and I don't want to know what he wants me to do with it. "What?"

I can see a bit of pain cross his face as I mention Laura's birth, I feel like a bitch but it was the first thing that came to mind. He coughs and puts the picture in my hands, "I want you to have it, you give back to me when you have made up your mind." He stands up and walks out of my room.

I feel my mouth drop open and I stare at the picture, then I see a teardrop land next to my face on the photo. I quickly wipe away my tears and just hold the picture, but more and more tears take the place of my last one. I won't allow them to fall on the picture however. I can hear Clark walking to the door and I can't let him walk out, not again. This time I have to fight for what I want, this time I am stepping up and letting him know that I don't want him to go.

I get up and run out of my room, hoping I reach him in time. As I reach my kitchen I see my door closing and Clark making his way out into my hallway. I start to run for him again but trip on my heels, I land hard on my kitchen floor, "Damn!" I get myself up again and kick off my heels, really whoever invented them should just be shot.

I rip my door open and run into the hallway I can see Clark just starting to walk into the elevator and it is closing on me. "Clark!" I shout his name but the door closes and the elevator makes it slow movement down. "No!" I look around trying to think, he isn't getting out this time! I see the stairway next to my apartment, I dash for them knowing full well my legs are going to hate me when I get done. I never realized how much a passion for someone can really motivate you to keep going no matter how much your body pleads you to stop and take a breather. My legs are on their knees, if that makes any sense at all, begging me to stop and let them rest. But they go unnoticed as I am storming down the stairs like a crazed woman.

After what seems like forever, again I can't keep track of time in this state, I reach the level that says "main floor" I shove the door open and look around for the elevators, I find them and see Clark's elevator is just on the floor above me. I make a mad dash for his elevator and just as I get there it opens. What I find is not what I expected….

-x-Haaaaa, what is next? ha sorry I couldn't resist leaving you hanging, I am sorry my updates are so far between but I am just finding a hard time finding the time to do it anymore. I will try harder though I promise! Well I hope you enjoy the update and please don't forget to drop a review!