Ok so before I begin writing this, I want to say my final farewell to this story and all of my readers and reviewers. Yes I will still be writing, but I don't know what I am doing next. Right now I am trying to finish a 'Pirates of the Caribbean' story which I lost inspiration for a long time ago. After that I do plan to write another Smallville fan fiction but I have no idea what the subject will be. It may be another ClarkOC with the first person view being Clark instead of the OC, that would be a little challenging, or maybe it would be third person, or I may try to do a Clark Chloe one, I don't know but I am planning on it!
Ok well, I have 33 reviews and yes some of them are from the same people but I don't think I have enough page space to thank all of you individually but I will say this, for all of you.
Thank you for being so positive and thank you for reading this story! Those two things alone mean more to me then I can ever express and I honestly can't thank you enough. Oh and thank you for pushing me to update! Lol with all of the UDATE SOON! Or UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE.. ect. Comments. To be honest I probably wouldn't have updated as often as I did with out them
Once again thank you. And here is the final part of Juliet and Clarks story.
Epilogue:
Forever. A word that we push aside a lot of the time. A word that can sometimes mean absolutely nothing to us. But then again, isn't it a rather important word? With an even more important meaning? After all, with out the word forever, some of us may doubt what lies ahead……
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"Jules! Come on we have to be at the airport in twenty minutes!" Clark called from the living room. I sighed and put one more thing in the suit case.
"Ok I am done! Be out in one minute I promise!" I called back. I heard him laughing from the living room. But his footsteps seemed to be getting closer. When I turned he was standing there. Holding something in his arms. My frantic packing notions seized when I saw what the something was. I smiled and walked over to him and looked in his arms.
"You are so trying to make me feel guilty with this little girl aren't you." I said to him as I stared at the baby.
"Now how would I do that?" He joked.
"Because we both know she loves your parents and she is staying with them for a week!" I said as I lightly traced my thumb against my daughters face.
All right I am guessing by now you need a re-cap.
Clark and I had been married for five years now. And a couple months ago we decided we were finally ready to be parents. But, I was set to do a movie. Yes you heard right, I was staring in a movie. Clark wasn't so happy about the kissing scenes but he got over it, oh and now I was nominated for two Academy Awards, best leading actress, and best original song. But because of our hectic schedules, we did something else. We adopted a baby girl from the slums of Europe. And she was now our daughter, and we loved her more then anything. Oh, and I had fulfilled not
"Alright so maybe I am, but hey, it is your awards ceremony we will be late for." He stated. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"The ceremony doesn't start until tomorrow evening, tonight is the press conference! Come on Clark get it right!" I joked. He laughed and I zipped my suitcase.
"Ok, now I can officially say that I am ready." I said. "But, can I take Gemma and you take the bags?" He sighed. I knew he didn't like to let anyone else hold her, even if it was me. I gave him a challenging look and he handed her over. I smiled and held her.
"Hey Gemma," I whispered. I could feel Clark come up behind me. When he did that it still sent shivers up my spine. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back against his chest.
"Are you sure we can't bring her with us?" He asked.
"I wish, but how are we going to find a baby-sitter in L.A?" I replied.
"Yea I know, I am just going to miss her." He said.
"I know me too. But she loves your parents, and Ellyna. She will be fine." I told him. I slowly turned around to where I was facing him. He looked down at me and Gemma then kiss her forehead and reached up and kissed me.
"I love it when you do that." I said.
"Well I love doing that." He replied. I laughed some and then we realized we really needed to go. We packed everything, got in our car and drove to the airport. The Kent's met us there and they took Gemma willingly. Clark and I got on the plane and were headed for L.A.
The night came. And I was more nervous then I have ever been in my life. Yea, ok I was nominated for the best thing an actress could hope for. But since I was also nominated for best original song, I had to sing. And not just sing in front of millions of people, but also sing live televised. It was enough to make me sick. I had been thinking about this while Meg did my hair. Clark had gone out to get coffee. So I was alone with my nerves. Right as he finished. Clark walked in the door.
"Ok the lines at Starbucks in this town are horrible!—" But before he could finish his sentence I jumped out of the chair and clung to him. He set the coffee down, held me in his arms and ran his hands gently up and down my back as if he knew what was wrong.
"I'm scared…" I told him.
"I know." He replied. Meg must have excused herself because I didn't let go of him forever. I just wanted to feel safe. And with him was the only time that ever happened.
"Don't let go." I whispered.
"I never have and I never will." He replied. I closed my eyes and relaxed myself in his arms. I felt him lift me up and carry me over to a chair. We sat down and he continued holding me.
"What if I mess up? What if I hit the wrong note? Or what if I start singing the wrong lyrics. So many things could go wrong." I said. He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.
"No matter what happens, everything will be ok. I promise." And that was all I needed.
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"Now here nominated for best original song, is Juliet Davis!" The announcer said. I took the microphone and waited for the set to open. When it did, I sharply inhaled and looked around me. I knew it was packed. But I never expected to ever be looking out to an audience this large. The music started and I closed my eyes.
'Lose yourself' I thought. And I did. The music drowned me in it and I stayed consumed.
"Look my way.
Just once please
Beauty is only skin deep.
I want to know
Who you are.
So if you could maybe,
Notice me…
(Chorus)
"How can I
not walk away.
Why Can't I,
Not feel this way.
I've been hurt
So many times before
So how can I still be willing,
To give you my heart.
I Don't need this again
I can't change how I feel.
The room it spins
As the glass shattered.
My heart can't be broken anymore then it
Has been…
Chorus)
"How can I
not walk away.
Why Can't I,
Not feel this way.
I've been hurt
So many times before
So how can I still be willing,
To give you my heart.
"Cool and calm,
wild and free.
Confused and scared.
Of what you could think.
Everyday I wish that you could
Find a way to see me.
Chorus)
"How can I
not walk away.
Why Can't I,
Not feel this way.
I've been hurt
So many times before
So how can I still be willing,
To give you my heart."
I finished, With out missing one word or note. I felt the tears of happiness well in my eyes. I waived to the audience as the applauded then walked off stage and took a deep breath. Smiling, I changed out of the off- white dress I had worn for the song and back into my red one.
The night went by and I won not only one of the awards but two. It was an incredible high. I felt like I was walking on clouds. We went to the parties and then back to out hotel.
"So I guess I was right, I did marry a superstar." Clark said.
"Well, maybe…" I said smiling. I hadn't stopped all night. Clark laughed and walked closer to me.
"No, I think it is a given." He said. Then he kissed me.
"Yea but even if I am a superstar, you will always been my superhero." I whispered when we broke apart.
"Promise?" He replied.
"Always." I said before kissing him again.
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And it was forever. Clark and Juliet were the exception to the rule that 'happily ever after' is only for fairy tales. In many ways their lives were like fairy tales.
Always, together, forever and love. Four words which describe many unnoticed individuals around us. There are exceptions of course, but in order to understand their stories, we must first learn what these words mean.
THE END