Chapter 12

"How long as this guy been following you around?" Jonathon Kent asked his daughter anxiously.

Lana had gone home and broken the news about Roger Nixon following her.

"It's been almost a month now," Lana replied.

"Lana he could be one of those serial rapists that you hear about on TV," Martha said.

"No," Lana. "I know what he's after. He thinks I'm an alien, and I'm pretty sure he's got some proof in his own head that he's right. Because I think any normal person would have given up by now. Besides if it was a serial rapist or something, you wouldn't really need to worry. I could deal with the guy myself. I'm not exactly defenceless."

"We know," her father said. "But we just want to protect you."

"I know," Lana said. "I know. Even if I can more than take care of myself, I'm still daddy's little girl to you aren't I?"

"Yeah," Jonathon replied grabbing Lana in a hug.

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The following day Jonathon Kent was out in the field in the tractor cut out on him.

"Not again," he muttered.

He hopped off and trudged back to the house to get Lana. Lana was inside doing homework in the living room while watching TV.

"Lana could you help move the tractor into the barn?" Jonathon asked.

"Sure, did it break down again?" Lana asked.

Her father nodded, "Yep. It doesn't seem to like this cold weather."

"Alright," Lana said as she put on her shoes.

Jonathon and Lana made their way back to the tractor. Lana got ready to push it nice and easily into the garage when she suddenly spotted something.

"Dad, put the tractor in neutral and help me push." Lana said.

"What, why?" Jonathon asked.

"It's him." Lana said. "He's out there on the road. Watching, we don't want him to find out do we?"

Jonathon sighed. "No we don't." He agreed.

"Just make it look like you're doing all the work," Lana said.

They slowly pushed the tractor across the field and into the barn.

"What are we going to do about him?" Lana asked her father while they were still in the barn.

"I don't know," Jonathon replied risking a glance across the road at Roger Nixon. "I don't know what we can do. I'll speak to Sheriff Miller and see what he can do about it."

"Doesn't mean he won't be back though dad," Lana said. "This guy seems completely obsessed. I mean he got fired from his job for missing too many shifts just a week ago. I mean he's stopped following me at least but now he's show up outside our house it's weird."

"I know," Jonathon said. "I'm guess that he's waiting for a chance when nobody's here so he can snoop around."

"Maybe we should look at getting a burglar alarm," Lana suggested.

Her father shook his head. "It wouldn't do any good. He'd just need to get into the storm cellar."

"Well as long as we keep it locked we should be okay then," Lana said.

Her father nodded. "We should be."

However neither of them felt overly confident about that plan.

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Smallville went to State and won. Christmas and New Years came and went and everything was going normally. A Valentine's Day with another "apology" from Whitney came about but once again it was insincere. Spring Break, Easter went by and with just two weeks left to go in the school year, Lana and her parents had basically forgotten about Roger Nixon. However Roger Nixon had not forgotten about Lana. The Kent's had managed to get a restraining order put on him stopping him from going near their property or near them, and being a law abiding citizen Roger Nixon obeyed that restraining order. But with the school year ending Roger Nixon's curiosity began to rise once again. He began devising plans to test if Lana really was an alien.

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"So who are you going to go to the Spring Formal Dance with?" Pete asked Lana on the bus.

"I really don't know," Lana replied. "Nobody's asked me yet. I mean I dream about Clark asking me but, he's pretty much ignored me all year."

"That's not true," Chloe cut in. "Clark has as big a crush on you as you do on him. He's just too afraid to admit it. Trust me."

"Ominous last words," Pete quipped.

"You know what," Lana said. "I don't even know if I'm going to go. I mean I don't really want go through all the hassle of picking out the perfect dress and doing the hair and everything."

"Believe me you've got it a lot cheaper than guys do," Pete said. "We've got tux rental, flowers, a lot of girls want a limo."

"You just want us to feel sorry for you," Chloe said.

Pete shrugged sheepishly, "Yeah well you can't blame a guy for trying."

"Who are you going to ask Pete?" Lana asked.

"I don't know yet." Pete replied. "My plan was to keep my ear to the ground so to speak and then find someone who would be desperate enough to go with me."

"Ah Pete, c'mon. You're better than that. I'm sure you can ask out any girl you want." Chloe said.

"You're right," Pete said. "Chloe will you go to the dance with me?"

"What?" Chloe asked in shock.

"I'm just kidding ya," Pete laughed. "But seriously thanks for the vote of confidence."

"No problem, that's what friends are for." Chloe said.

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That weekend Lana was in the field building a new fence for her father. It was easy work she just grabbed a fence post and slammed it into the ground, no digging or hammering or anything required thanks to her strength. As she ran out of post she hopped back into the truck to go get the planks required to complete the fence. As she started the truck the entire vehicle was enveloped in an explosion. Lana quickly kicked the door off and rolled out. He clothes were singed and burned, but otherwise she was perfectly fine. Jonathon and Martha Kent came running from the town house to see what had happened.

"Oh my god are you alright?" Martha asked as she got to Lana.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine," Lana replied. "It didn't hurt me at all; just burned my clothes."

"What do you think caused it?" Martha asked her husband.

"I dunno," Jonathon replied. "Maybe there was a leak in the fuel line or something."

"Well I'm just glad that I was the one in there and not one of you two," Lana said.

Martha just hugged her daughter close.

"But don't wish we had taken Lex's truck now?" Lana asked cheekily.

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Please Read Over:

Well, I didn't feel the freak of the week stuff was necessary, so I just skipped to the season finale. (Besides that's too many episodes to re-watch). Anyway, this isn't the lead up to the stories finale though. Just another reminder if you wanna talk to me about the story or Smallville in general. Don't complain about the sappiness. Go on IRC to the otherside servers, irc. (Port 7000) or irc. (Port 7000), channel #smallville. Hope to see some people there. If you're looking for an IRC client I would recommend X-Chat although there are many other options out there. Really, please go there to discuss any questions answers will be a lot more direct. That and it gets kind of boring talking to the same two people all the time, I need fresh opinions.