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Chapter 8: A Break-Up to Make-Up

The Daily Planet

"So how did it go?" Lois asked Tom while he walked around working.

"It was horrible. She was insulting and provocative. The only pleasant thing about her was the way her eyes sparkled and how her hair falls across her face." Tom said.

"Well behind her beautiful exterior she might turn out to be-" Lois started.

"A real bitch," Tom said, "She was so cruel. Her words were ice cold and you could tell that she meant everything she said."

"She doesn't always mean everything. She has a hard life. And a very confusing and difficult past. Full of sadness, betrayal, and dishonesty. Its hard for her to trust people."

"Well I don't know why she has to be so weird about her past, it's not as bad as mine."

"Maybe if you knew that she was Lana." Lois mumbled as she walked away.

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing."

"No, you said something. And it was about Lana."

"Alright. I'll tell you but you have to keep it a secret." Lois said pulling him into her office and shutting the door.

"Kristen Kreuk is not her real name. She changed it for business purposes like you. Her real name is Lana Lang. Yes the exact same beautiful Lana Lang that you drooled over in Smallville."

"I can't believe this. Are you sure?" Tom asked perplexed.

"100 percent positive." Lois replied. Tom couldn't believe it. It couldn't be. But somehow in how messed up it sounded, he could tell it was the truth. It made sense. She looked the same-beautiful face, sparkling eyes, raven hair, and even the way she crunched her nose when she smiled. This was his Lana. His Lana Lang that he had loved so dearly and was so captivated by. The Lana Lang he still possibly loved.

"Does she know about me?" Tom asked.

"No, and it's ok. Your secret's safe with me," Lois said, "And I wouldn't go telling her about you though. I don't think she can handle it yet."

"It's ok. I don't think she'll be talking to me for a while."

"Great. Well I would love to stay and chit-chat, but I have a newspaper to make and an article to write." Lois said pushing him out of the door.

Kristin's Work

"So? What happened?" Audrey asked as Kristin walked into work.

"He didn't show." Kristin replied unlocking the doors.

"He stood you up?" Audrey gasped.

"No, he probably had something he couldn't get out of." Kristen said.

"That possible."

"What if he took one look at me and left?"

"Not possible."

"What if he got in a subway accident and the power went out?"

"And there was no phone!"

"What about his cell phone?"

"It was dead."

"Yeah. Maybe that's what it is."

They stood in silence for a little bit when Audrey asked, "How long did you wait there?"

"Not long. A few hours. Then Tom Welling showed up." She replied.

"Tom? What was he doing there?"

"I don't know. I don't want to talk about it."

"What happened?" Their friend Frank asked.

"He didn't show." Audrey said.

"He stood you up?" Frank gasped.

"No, no. He didn't do that." Kristin answered.

"He was in a subway accident." Audrey explained.

"Really?" Frank asked.

"No, we're trying to decide why he didn't show." Kristin assured.

"Oh." Frank said reading a newspaper.

"Ooh, what if he got in one of those bad cab accidents that everyone always hears about?" Audrey said.

"And they had to rush to the hospital." Kristin said.

"And he's all bandaged up."

"And his arms are in splints so he can't really dial."

"And it's all lonely and quiet."

"With the heart monitor going"

"And like-"

"No phone." They finished together. Finally they answered Frank who had been waving his arms and trying to get their attention.

"Yeah?"

"Look." He said. He dropped the paper on the table and they read the headline "Cops Nab Rooftop Killer Last Night."

"What?" Kristin and Audrey asked.

"It could be him. It was a few blocks away from where you were." Frank explained.

"Oh, it could be! You are so lucky." Audrey exclaimed.

"You could be dead." Said Frank.

"Well, does it show a picture?" Kristin asked. They turned the page and saw the picture. But his face was strategically covered up by his hands, so no one would know whom he was.

"He couldn't be." Kristin said.

"Remember when you thought Scott was the Unabomber?" Audrey reminded.

"Well, that was different." Kristin said. They all started looking at the picture and reading the article when Gertie made her way in.

"So?" she asked.

"Uh, he was unavoidably detained." Frank said.

"He stood you up!" Gertie gasped perplexed.

"Oh." Kristen said frustrated. She knew that he had a good reason to miss their meeting. She just knew.

Tom's Apartment

Tom sat down at his desk and went to his mail. He had just returned from work to an empty house; Paige was still at work. He saw that surprisingly enough he had e-mail from smallgirl. He was surprised because he thought that she would never talk to him again after last night. It was titled "You". It read:

I've been thinking about you. Last night I went to meet you and you weren't there. I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish. And as I waited someone else showed up, a man who has made my professional life a misery, and an amazing thing happened. I was able, for the first time in my life; say the exact thing I wanted to say at the exact moment I wanted to say it. And, of course, afterwards I felt terrible. Just as you said I would. I was cruel, and I'm never cruel. And even though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this man-to him I am just a bug to be crushed- but what if it did? No matter what's he's done to me there was no excuse for my bad behavior.

Tom felt guilty for what he did. I can't write her back. What will I say? Tom thought. He closed his laptop and left. But as he did his other things he kept thinking about it and staring at his laptop. Finally, after much debate, he sat down and started typing. He wrote:

The reason why I wasn't there last night was because I was stuck in a meeting that I couldn't get out of. And the power went out and we had no phones and we were stuck on the 13th floor in complete darkness. Oddly enough.

He read the pathetic excuse for e-mail and started erasing it. He thought of other excuses and tried a few but they were pathetic and unreal. So, finally he decided to tell the truth. He thought it out and then wrote:

Dear friend: I cannot tell you what happened last night, but I beg you from the bottom of my heart to forgive me for what happened. I feel terrible that you found yourself in a situation that caused you additional pain. But I am absolutely sure that whatever you said last night was provoked, even deserved. And everyone says things they regret when they're worried or stressed. You were expecting to see someone you trusted and met the enemy instead. The fault is mine. Someday I'll explain everything. But, meanwhile, I'm still here. Talk to me.

He sent it and leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. He felt much better about getting that done. He felt that he ad said the right things. Hopefully, she'd forgive him.

Gertie's Apartment

"Welcome girls! Come in, come in! Let's have tea." Gertie said with her British accent. Kristen and Audrey loved going to Gertie's on Friday afternoons for tea and crumpets. They adored her stories of romance, adventure, action, and just about everything else. Her stories captivated them like kindergartners at story time.

"So, dearie, what about your computer friend?" Gertie asked.

"He's good. He asked me to forgive him for not being there. And I did." Kristen replied.

"That's always good." Gertie smiled.

"When was this?" Audrey asked Gertie holding up an old photograph of the young Gertie.

"Hmm, let's see…probably the late 50's early 60's, when I fell madly in love while I was still in London." Gertie answered pouring more tea.

"Who did you fall in love with?" Audrey begged.

"Sir Georgiou Griselda. Oh, we loved each other so. His eyes were the most stunning pools of green and his hair was a perfect rich, dark black. He was amazing." Gertie smiled.

"That's so romantic." Audrey said dreamily.

"Well, what happened to you?" Kristen asked.

"It didn't work out. I guess it just wasn't meant to be." Gertie said.

"Well, why? Did you have a fight?" Audrey asked perplexed.

"No. He ran Spain." Gertie said simply.

"Spain?" Kristen and Audrey asked in unison.

"Yes, Spain, the country. He ran it. Would you like to hear about at my first trip to America I was being assaulted and James Dean came to my rescue and then asked for my number?" Gertie smiled.

AMC Movie Theaters

"She was being assaulted and James Dean saved her? How could that be?" Scott asked Kristen as they bought their popcorn.

"Well, I guess she didn't lock her hotel room door and this guy was in it when she entered and she yelled and James Dean was staying next door, so he went in and saved her."

"Well, its cool she met James Dean, but she could have just went next door and asked for an autograph. Would have been less dangerous." He said sitting down in a seat.

"Well, she forgot, that's all."

"She was careless, that's what it was."

"Gertie is like a mom to me. I know she wouldn't do that."

"I could never be with anyone who didn't take safety seriously." He said.

"Shhh!" the person in front of them said.

"A hot dog is singing! Do you seriously need to hear a hotdog sing!" he asked frustrated. Kristin was fed up with Scott, He was starting to get annoying with all his safety shit and she had had enough of it.

"Scott, I have something to confess," she whispered, " Last week, when you were gone, I didn't lock the door when I went shopping for 4 whole hours."

"That's ok. I forgive you." He spat. She looked at him amazed. That really was amazing that he could be so put off by it and then just forgets it like it was nothing. That really pissed her off. She got up and stormed out.

She ran outside into the chilly air and didn't bother to pull her jacket tighter. She was so mad with fury that it was making her hot and she was sure that steam would be coming out her ears if she were a cartoon. She started walking and counted the seconds in her head. 5, 4, 3, 2. she thought. And after count one she heard, "Kristen! Wait!" She walked slower and Scott ran up next to her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"How can you be like that Scott?" she fired.

"Like what?" he asked back. She groaned and turned away from him. She looked into the window of Starbucks and examined the late-night coffee-goers. She was pulled out of her daze when Scott asked, "Why don't we just go inside and talk about it?"

"Ok." She gave in.

They sat down with their coffees and sipped them until finally Scott said something, "So, what' wrong?"

After thinking for a minute Kristin replied with, "I don't know how to say this without sounding like a jerk, but, I…I don't love you anymore Scott." She couldn't read his face and it worried her, until he burst out laughing.

"What?" Kristin asked concerned.

"I don't love you anymore either." He laughed. She smiled releaved that it went ok.

"It's so weird though." Kristin said.

"I know." Scott laughed.

"We're so perfect for each other." They said in unison.

"Well, I'm glad that we're on the same page. Is there someone else, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked.

"No, not really. Well, actually, there is Paige. But we haven't done anything. Just flirted. How about you? Is there someone else?"

"No. Just the illusion of someone." She answered.

They took a cab home and Scott packed up a few things he needed for the next few days and headed out. Kristin shuffled over to the radio and turned it on. The sad Christmas song came on, that she could never remember the name to. And nobody else ever really seemed to remember it either. It's just that song that everyone cries to at Christmas. She then shuffled over to the Christmas tree that was decorated with old ornaments that she had from when she was little and ones that had been made for her. She looked at one the she and her mother had made when she was little and sighed a sad sigh, thinking of how much she missed her.

Then she glanced at one in particular that was poorly made with a frame of Popsicle sticks and a picture in the middle. Her glance lingered as she noticed that picture inside was a picture of Clark. He had made it for her the Christmas before they broke up. She didn't remember putting it up. In fact, she didn't even remember having it in the box of ornaments. She thought she had given it to Lois and instructed for her to throw it away. She took it off the tree and traced her fingers over his angelic face and longed to be able to touch it in person. Thinking of Clark brought back so many memories and it made her cry. She sobbed and went over to her computer and started typing an e-mail to get her feelings out. She wrote:

Tonight when I arrived home I turned on the radio and heard that sad song that everyone knows, but doesn't know what it's called. You know it starts, "I wish I could have a boat to float away on…" I always thought it was too sad to be a Christmas song. And with Christmas coming in a few days I decided to look at my ornaments. And as I looked at the ones made of Popsicle sticks and pom-poms I began to miss my mother and friends so much I almost couldn't breathe. I always miss them at Christmas time, but this time its worse and I feel that I'm all alone. And I remembered that I have you and I so wanted to talk to you. The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just waned to say, that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings. So, thanks.

Tom Apartment

"So you know Kristen Kreuk?" Paige asked as they walked out of a cab and into the apartment complex.

"Yeah." Tom replied.

"Well I heard from her boyfriend at work that she was going to major in art but changed her mind right before she left. He's seen some of her work and says it phenomenal. And I was thinking that I should ask her to illustrate a few of our books. She'd be perfect." Paige said.

"Cool," Tom said as they walked into the elevator, "Hi Harry."

"Hello Mr. Welling, Ms. Tivnan." The elevator man Harry nodded. He closed the door and closed the numbers 6 and 4 because there was another older woman with her dog in the elevator. The elevator slowly inched its way up and Paige yapped on and on until the elevator stopped abruptly.

Paige asked, "What's wrong?" The doors wouldn't open and they were stuck between the 3rd and 4th floor. Harry tried pressing all the buttons but nothing worked. Everyone moaned and Harry said, "Wait. What if we jump up in the air at the same time and the elevator thinks we're not here and starts working again!"

"Ok, everyone good with that? When I say three we'll jump. One, two, three!" Tom yelled as they all jumped. Nothing happened and Paige groaned loudly.

"How about we use the phone?" Tom said walking over to it, "Hello? Yes, Pedro, it's Tom. We need you to call the police; we're stuck in the elevator. Can you understand me? Would you like me to say it in Spanish?"

"Hey, buddy, you better get your ass down here and get us the hell out of here A.S.A.P!" Paige yelled angrily into the phone. She then slammed it down and accidentally broke it.

They all sat there for at least an hour, though it felt like it had been longer than that. They were mostly silent, only talking every now and then. It gave them time to think. To thought it was nice, but Paige was clearly ticked off.

"If I ever get out of here I'm going to start talking to my mama again. I wonder what she's doing right now." The older lady said stroking her dog.

"If I ever make it out of here I'm going to marry Maggie. I love her. I should marry her." Harry said wisely.

"Well, if I ever make it out of here-" Tom started.

"Ugh! Where are my tick-tacks!' Paige interrupted angrily searching in her purse. Harry, the old lady, and Tom stared at her like she was weird. Because she was.

"What?" she then asked exasperatedly.

Two hours later Tom found himself being dropped off by a cab at Lake Trinton. He pulled his suitcase, bags, and Pete onto a dock and into a nice, small yacht. He dropped his stuff down and set up Pete's bed next to his on the couch.

He had gotten the boat as a birthday present from Lex before they stopped being friends. He hadn't really used it much. He had gone on it a few times with his parents before they died, and once when Pete came to visit. But it sure did come in handy when he had to move out.

Tom got out his computer and wrote a response to Kristin. He wrote:

Tonight I entered an elevator at 7:30. 2 hours later I exited a single man. We were stuck and it gave us all a chance to think. Sitting next to me was a man who led a small life as an elevator chauffeur. In those two hours he knew exactly what he wanted and decided to go for it. And I sat next to him wishing that I were as lucky as him.

He felt he had said enough and turned off his computer. He lay down on his bed and Pete jumped up next to him. He stroked Pete slowly and they both gradually fell asleep.