"What happened here?" He asks, glancing at the blown up cars and back to Clark.
"This bastard blew up my car!" Clark shouts and points at the unconscious man on the car.
"So you took care of him right?" The cop asks Clark, walking up to him. "We don't need punks like you trying to impress your girlfriend."
"I was not trying to impress my girlfriend. You see that handgun over there? You see these bullet holes in the side of this car? I think that's called trying to defend myself." Clark tells him.
"Ok, ok. Suppose your story is true. Why would he blow up your car?" The cop asks skeptically.
"How would I know?" Clark asks.
The cop looks at Clark closely. "You fit the description of a man we've been looking for. Ever hear of anyone named Kal?"
"…No." Clark answers after a slight hesitation.
"You sure?" The cop asks.
"His name is Clark." Lana tells him strongly. "Now any more questions, or can we go?"
"You can go." He tells them with a sigh.
"Come on, we have a long walk ahead of us." Clark says to Lana and leads her away.
"Walk? You better be kidding."
"Ok, so to the bus station." Clark tells her.
"That's better. I'm going to call your parents and tell them your ok." Lana says and reaches for her phone from her purse.
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On the bus ride home, Lana sleeps in Clark's arms. Clark stares at her beautiful sleeping face and brushes her hair from her face.
It feels so good to have her back in my arms. Why did I ever push her away? It doesn't matter. What is done, is done. All I can do is make sure it never happens again.
Clark kisses her forehead and leans his head back on the seat, closing his eyes.
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Clark walks up to the porch of his house after Lana dropped him off the following morning. His parents agreed to let Clark sleep at the Talon. On a couch downstairs, of course. Lana would be just too hard to resist if he stayed in her apartment upstairs.
Clark opens the door and finds his parents sitting at the table.
"Clark!" Martha runs over and hugs her son.
"I am ok, mom. I'm back." Clark smiles.
"Why did you do that? You made us worry so much!" Martha tells him.
"Your mother is right. Son, why did you run away? I thought you knew running away was not the answer." Jonathon says to Clark.
"I know, I'm sorry. The feelings I had, I just had to get away. I couldn't take it any longer." Clark tells his parents and sits down at the table.
"Clark, when something bothers you… we wish you would come to us so we can help." Jonathon tells him.
"You can't help! Can't you see, there is no one that can help!" Clark shouts, standing up.
"Clark." Jonathon says and puts a hand on his shoulder. Clark shrugs it off.
"Everyone I get close to, gets hurt. And don't deny it, because it's true. I appreciate your concern, but I just need to deal with this alone." Clark says and walks up the stairs to his room.
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It's Saturday morning and Clark wakes up. Clark now knows Saturdays as "race day." He has to do good tonight. Lana is going to be watching. Clark smiles at the thought of him winning and kissing Lana as he holds the trophy.
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Clark comes down the stairs to the smell of breakfast cooking.
"Smells good." Clark comments as he takes a chair at the table.
"Your favorite, pancakes." Martha says and sets down a plate of steaming pancakes. "I made your breakfast so you can do good tonight. We can start a tradition. The morning before you race, I'll make you breakfast."
"Sounds good. And I'm starving." Clark says and stabs a pancake with his fork.
"Are you going to be ok, tonight? Coming home to an empty house? We'll be back tomorrow night." Jonathon tells Clark.
"I'll be fine. Now, where is it your going again?" Clark asks.
"We're spending our anniversary in Metropolis." Martha answers.
"Oh, that's tonight. How could I forget? Moms been talking about it all week." Clark smiles.
"And just drive Lana home. I don't want you too spending the night together." Jonathon says to Clark.
"Of course, dad." Clark says, keeping his disappointment hidden.
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Later that day, Clark and Lana drive to the track in Grandeville. Lex gave Clark one of his Aston Martins to borrow until Clark gets another car. Clark told him he could just borrow his dad's truck, but Lex insisted he take it.
"I don't know why you wanted to ride with me. It doesn't start until seven." Clark says to Lana.
"I know. I'm just new to this and I want to see as much as I can. Someone needs to cheer you on while you practice." Lana says.
"Lana, its just practice. It doesn't matter." Clark tells her.
"And the better you practice, the better you race. Right?" Lana asks.
"I guess…" Clark agrees.
"Ok then." Lana smiles and kisses his cheek.
"I'm glad you're here, Lana. It means a lot to me." Clark tells her.
"I'm glad to be with you." Lana smiles again.
Clark looks over at her and wants to say more, but isn't sure he should. How could she believe how much he loves her, when they have only been together a couple of days.
"Is everything ok, Clark?" Lana asks, picking up on his look.
"Great. Everything's great." Clark lies and smiles.
Lana doesn't believe him.
Come on, Clark. Just say it. Just tell me you love me. How hard could it be?
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