Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or You've Got Mail.
A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed this so far! I really appreciate it! Ok, Lois never was present in the 4th season and in the 5th and so on. And she isn't Chloe's cousin. Ok, this chapter is a little happier than the other one. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: City Mail
Lana awoke and turned over to look at an empty pillow.
"Looking for me?" her boyfriend Scott asked.
"Yeah." She said sitting up to see him finishing his coffee.
"I've got to go, I'm going to be late for work." He said.
"Have a nice day." She said as she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Oh and Kristen?" Scott said before closing the door.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Don't forget about tomorrow night!"
"I won't." she said urging him out the door.
Lana Lang was now known as Kristen Kreuk these days. After going to NYU, moving to Metropolis, and becoming a fashion designer, her boss told her she needed to get rid of her farm girl name. Though reluctant to let go of her past in Smallville, she changed her name and forgot all about Smallville. Well, most of it.
Kristen peered out the window waiting to make sure Scott had left. When the coast was clear, she ran to her laptop and dialed up the Internet. She waited impatiently until her computer ringed out three magic words.
You've Got Mail.
She led her cursor over to a message titled "The Fall" from IL59. She clicked on it and began to read the interesting e-mail. It read:
I just love Metropolis in the fall, don't you? It's so perfect with the leaves changing colors, the weather getting cooler and Thanksgiving around the corner. My dog Peter, or Pete as most people know him, loves the fall. We like to go walking in Spence Park in the afternoon. I like to go for the scenery, but I'm sure Pete would rather chase a squirrel and he has on several occasions. It's so new to me, the city. I used to live in a small, odd town where my next-door neighbor lived almost a mile away. But, living in Metropolis has been fun so far. Though commuting through the streets and outing up with my annoying boss, can be tiring, but walking in the park, and e-mailing you, strange smallgirl, makes it worthwhile.
Kristen elatedly hit the reply button and started typing swiftly.
Clark sat next to his dog Pete, reading the morning paper and sipping his coffee.
"Tom! Could you pour me a cup of coffee? I'm already running late for work."
"Yeah, sure." He replied to his girlfriend Paige. He poured the warm coffee into her mug and handed it to her as she came running towards him.
"Thanks babe." She said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Anytime." He responded.
"Oh, and honey? Don't forget about tomorrow night." Paige said.
"What?"
"You know for-"
"Oh! That's tomorrow?" he interrupted.
"Yeah. You're coming right?" she said giving him the puppy dogface.
"I'll be there." He moaned.
"Thanks! Bye sweetie." She said closing the door.
Clark Kent was no longer the farm boy in flannel. He was a sophisticated Tom Welling with a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet. He had changed his name to Tom Welling, because he felt like he needed a more professional name and he thought if he changed his name he could forget his past and all the sorrow of Smallville. But most of all he hoped to get over Lana.
After their big fight they stopped talking to each other. They haven't had contact ever since then. Tom has made himself believe that he's no different and he can live without her. But it's the exact opposite. Ever since the fight, Tom had become cynical and almost ornery in an odd way. His entire personality changed after the tragic events- the fights and his parent's death. He had vowed to never use his powers again, seeing as they only hurt the people around him. After a lot of depression he suffered, Tom decided to let go of Smallville and all it's ties. The only reason he was dating Paige was because his heart was finally on the mend and he wanted to forget Lana. Or so he thought.
As soon as Tom knew that Paige was gone for good he walked over to his laptop and dialed up.
"So what do you think smallgirl will say today?" Tom asked his blonde Irish wolfhound. Then he heard 3 words he had grown so extremely fond of.
You've Got Mail.
He then went to the e-mail titled 'Mysterious' from smallgirl. It read:
Everyday I dial up to the Internet; anxiously awaiting what new message I have received. What will IL59 write of today? Another exciting adventure or simply what he did that day? As I ponder on this I soon hear 3 enchanting words. I've got mail. From you. As soon as I start reading, I become engulfed with every word it says. Something as simple as your favorite coffee shop seems so exciting and enjoyable. And it seems as if as soon as I start I'm finished, and I'm sad that it has to end. So I reply quickly, eager for the next e-mail. You keep me captivated and entertained with each and every e-mail and I find myself re-reading many of your e-mails. So I give you this response, hoping that soon I'll hear a response from you.
Tom glanced at the clock. Man, he had 10 minutes until he had to be at work. But not wanting to let smallgirl down, he hit the response button; not caring of he was late for work.
Kristen walked into her big office, where her friend Audrey was waiting. She looked at Kristen, puzzled by the strange look on her face.
"Don't you just love Metropolis in the fall? It's so perfect; the leaves changing colors, and Thanksgiving around the corner." Kristen said with a silly smile on her face.
"What's wrong with you?" Audrey asked.
"Nothing." She responded.
"Yes, there's something wrong."
"How could you say that?"
"You're talking about something completely random and you have a silly smile… You're in love!" she gasped.
"What? Oh, no. Well, yes I'm in love with Scott."
"No you're not! I've never seen you like this. Not with any of your boyfriends. Who is it?"
"No one." Kristen said trying to hide it.
"I won't tell anyone." Audrey begged.
"Ok, so a few weeks ago I wandered into a small town chat room, just because I was bored and I started talking to this guy and we ended up talking for hours. We exchanged e-mail addresses and we've been e-mailing each other ever since."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know. We don't exchange anything personal. We're perfect for each other though."
"How romantic." Audrey said in a daydream voice.
"Yeah, it is."
"What are you girls talking about?" an older woman, Gertie, asked as she walked in.
"Oh, on-line love affairs." Audrey said coolly.
"I tried that once, but it didn't work out so well." Gertie said as the girls laughed.
"Welling! I need to see you in my office, PRONTO!" Tom heard a woman yell at him. He walked over to his supervisor's office.
"You rang?" he said.
"Ah, yes. Tom. Walk with me." His supervisor Lois Lane said.
"You know Jim Beal from the fashion department right?" she asked.
"Of course, he's the only one in that department."
"Right. And, well, Perry didn't like him so much, so he fired him 2 days ago."
"That's to bad."
"Yeah, well it was his fault. The slacker never did any work. Anyways, there's a fashion show today and since he's gone and there's no replacement yet, I need you to go and write that article."
"What? Are you KIDDING me? I do not want to write that article. I don't even know anything about fashion." He said exasperatedly.
"I know that, but you're one of our top writers and I need you to do this."
"I am not writing that article." He said angrily.
"Do you want to do it now?" Lois said showing him a 20-dollar bill.
"Fine. But you owe me!" he said.
"Don't we all. Now, this show's at noon at the Santa Marina hotel. See ya later." She said walking off.