Wow! That is all I have to say! Thank you sooo much for the reviews! And the idea to make this AU! I never thought of that, now I am very much considering it, so it is a huge possibility. Here is chapter 4! I plan on making a lot of updates this week because I have a 5 day weekend, but I only have up to chapter 6 written and part of 7, and a bit of 8, yea pretty random but hopefully I can get it together! Once again thank you for the reviews!

Chapter 4: Confrontation

"Mmm" I groaned as I woke up the next morning. My head was throbbing and I had no idea where I was.

"What the—" I tried to sit up but someone gently pushed me back down.

"You need to stay down." They demanded.

"Clark?" I asked as my vision came back.

"Yeah, it's me." He said quietly. I smiled a little.

"Well if this couldn't win an academy award for most awkward moment ever then I don't know what could." I said giggling a little. Clark laughed some too.

"I'm guessing you want an explanation?" I said.

"Yes, but after you rest more." Clark told me,

"All right, deal, what is wrong with me?" I asked.

"You have a mild concussion and I sprang ankle. I doubt you remember the hospital visit but they were full and told me to watch you." He stated. I nodded and fell back asleep.

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When I woke up my vision was decent and my head wasn't hurting so badly. But I was really hungry and thirsty. I got up and maneuvered my way to the living room. I got sidetracked by the mantel. There were pictures framed and sitting there. A couple of Lois and Clark, one of the Kent's, one of Chloe and Lana, then, on the far end, it was Lois, Chloe, Lana, and me. We were all squished together, laughing at a café in Metropolis. You could see Chloe's arm stretched out with her camera as she snapped the shot. Another wonderful memory from my eighteenth birthday.

I reached out, almost afraid to touch the picture, scared that the memory would be stolen from me if I tried to remember it.

"Feeling better?" Clark asked, appearing from the hall.

"I'll survive." I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "I can't believe that you all kept this." I said, referring to the picture.

"Chloe mailed a copy to all of us a couple months ago when she moved to New York. She found it while she was unpacking." Clark told me. I took my eyes away from the picture and turned around to stare at the wall.

"I'm guessing it is time for that explanation." I stated flatly.

"Yea, that would be nice." Clark said.

So I told him everything.

"You could have goodbye Juliet, you never had to hide from us." He said angrily.

"Yes I did! I didn't want anything pulling me back because those two months that I tried to return to my past made me miserable! Because I am not Juliet Davis anymore! And no matter how much I want to be and no matter how much I miss her, I can't go back!" I said.

"Why not?" Clark said, annoyed.

"Because Juliet was happy, and I don't know how to be." I said, starting to cry.

"It was nice seeing you Clark, but please, keep my secret, you at least owe me that. Oh, and thank you for helping me" I said as I tried to limp my way out of the door.

"Wait." He said quietly.

"What?" I said, not meaning to snap the way I did.

"I'm not just going to let you walk out of our lives again. I'm not going to lose you again." He told me.

I laughed bitterly

"You lost me a long time ago. And look around, you have the perfect life, it is time to let go." I said, so close to breaking point. I could even feel the small amount of my heart that was left begin to crumble and shatter.

"You don't want that Juliet. I know you." He said, gripping my shoulders lightly, forcing me to look at him.

"No, you don't, not anymore." I whispered.

"Then give me that chance, to be your friend." He said. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let the tears fall down my face and I cried.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I cried, throwing myself out of his grasp.

"Can't you see it? You stopped loving me, I never stopped loving you! Being around you makes me miserable now because of that!" I screamed, almost surprised at the lung capacity I had mustered. I was still shaking and crying.

He looked at me, pain flashing through his eyes.

"I've told you, I don't hold that against you or blame you for moving on. And if you are happy, and you are making someone else happy, then it's ok if I'm not happy." I paused to wipe my tears away. "Sometimes I wish that the day behind the Talon that I had died. It would have saved me all this pain."

"Jules don't say that." Clark told me, taking a step towards me.

"But it's true." I whispered. "Nothing can ever be as it used to. Too much time has passed, too many mistakes have been made. It is too late, n one is at fault, but unfortunately, that is just the way it is."

I kept my gaze on the floor, knowing that if I looked at him everything I just said would actually settle and become true.

"You are right." He told me quietly. The words felt like something sharp, stabbing me straight in the heart. "Things can't go back, the past is the past, but that doesn't mean that we have to push away the future."

"Good point, but that still doesn't mean I am willing to try this friendship thing. It is to difficult to even think about."

"Why?" Clark asked, still not getting it.

"Because Clark I love you! And the hardest thing in the world for anyone to ever have to do is accept that the person they love doesn't lone them back. So please Clark, as much as this is killing both of us, just let me go." I said quietly. Clark looked at me, pain and sadness filling his expression. Before he could speak, I grabbed my things and headed for the door.

"Thanks for helping me." I said before hobbling my way out of the door.