A/N: What was the number on his football jersey? I should know, but I forgot. 12 sounds good too. I won't use 29 because Kevin Harvick was in the story already. About Lana, keep reading. She might show back up ;-)

By the way, I just seen the episode 'Velocity' for the second time… The one where Pete was street racing. It just occurred to me that that would mean Clark is against fast cars and things almost out of control. That means Clark probably wouldn't have been interested in auto racing. Lets just pretend that episode never happened J

Lex is sitting at his desk in front of his laptop, filling out a spreadsheet when his cell phone rings. He picks it up and flips it open, looking at the screen to see who it is. "Lana Lang. Concord, North Carolina."

Lex pushes a button and puts it to his ear. "Lana. Hey."

Lana stands in front of the window in her apartment, looking out over the street. "Hi Lex."

"Is everything alright?" Lex's voice asks over the phone.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Great, actually." Lana smiles weakly.

"So, how is life in Concord, North Carolina?" Lex asks with a smile.

"As good as trying to start a new life can be. Some good news, I found a new job. And if I do well enough, there's room to move up." Lana tells him excitedly.

"Lana, that's great." Lex tells her. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

Lana's tone turns serious. "How are things in Smallville?" She asks, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"I thought you told me specifically not to ever tell you about Smallville again?" Lex asks.

"Yeah, I know. I just am curious." Lana replies.

"So, in other words… how's Clark?"

Lana flinches slightly. "I was trying to avoid saying his name."

"So, I guess your still not over him." Lex says.

"How could I be, Lex?" She asks. "Clark and I have a long history. He's always been there for me, and his love for me is truer than anything."

"Lana, if he still means so much to you, you should go see him. Whatever it is that sent you away, you and Clark can work through it." He encourages.

"I'm not sure I want to, Lex." Lana tells him.

"I can't make your decision for you, and it doesn't matter what I think. You should do what you think is right. Thinking with your heart isn't always the safest thing to do, but at least you won't be wondering what could have been." Lex tells her.

Lana goes back to the window and stares out, thinking about what Lex said. Maybe leaving wasn't the right thing to do, afterall.

Clark brings the car to a stop in front of the house, skidding on the gravel. "This is it, huh?" Amy asks as they get out of the car.

"Yeah. What?" He asks, noticing the look she's giving him.

"Nothing." She smiles. "I just didn't see you as the farmer type."

"And what did you see me as?" Clark asks her as they walk up to the house.

She laughs. "Anything but that." Clark holds the door for her as they walk in.

Martha is in the kitchen, busy with getting the dinner ready. "Dinner isn't quite ready yet, why don't you two have a seat in the living room." She suggests.

"Ok, mom." Clark agrees and they walk in to the living room. Amy takes one of the chairs and Clark has a seat on the couch.

Jonathon comes walking down the stairs. "Clark, did you get the stuff from the feed store I asked for?" He asks, as if Clark was the only one in the room.

"Yeah, dad. It's in the truck." Clark answers.

Jonathon looks up and sees Amy. "Oh hi, you must be Amy." He says with a smile.

"Yes, nice to meet you." Amy says sweetly.

The four of them sit at the table as they eat dinner.

"So, Amy, how did Clark and you meet?" Martha asks.

"I was at the race Clark won. And we just hung out together the rest of the weekend." Amy tells her.

"And her being related to a famous NASCAR driver didn't hurt things either." Clark adds.

"Yeah." She says with a quiet laugh. "As long as he was with me, he could go anywhere he wanted to."

"Oh?" Martha asks.

"I'm Kevin Harvick's niece." Amy answers.

"Oh, so that was how Clark was able to meet his NASCAR hero!" Martha understands.

"Mom, I wouldn't call it that…" Clark says, not really liking the idea of having a hero.

"Oh Clark, You look up to him, it means the same thing." She says, giving her son a look.

Amy smiles and puts a hand on Clark's shoulder. "It's ok, Clark. It's nice to know your friend looks up to your uncle."

Clark looks to his dad for a little support. Just what he needs, his mom and 'girl' friend ganging up on him.

Jonathon picks up on this. "So, Amy… what's your reason for coming to Smallville?" He changes the subject.

"I've been working pretty hard with college and everything, and I needed to get away for a while. And I thought coming to Smallville to see Clark would be nice." She tells them.

"College?" Jonathon's eyes widen a bit. "Just how old are you, Amy?"

"Almost twenty-two. I'm a junior at Bakersfield University." Amy replies.

Jonathon gives Clark a look. "Clark, is there anything about your trip to Miami that you would you like to share anything with your mother and I?"

Clark smiles. "Like what?"

"Don't worry, your son didn't do anything past PG-13 that weekend." Amy says with a laugh.

Martha sees a chance to change the subject from this awkward one and stands up. "Would anyone like a piece of pie for desert?" She asks with a warm smile.

Amy follows Clark up the stairs into the loft.

"Sorry for the conversation at dinner. I didn't know my parents would play 20 questions." Clark says and sits down on the couch.

"That's alright. A girl you met in Miami shows up randomly, asking for you… there going to ask questions." Amy says, a book on his desk catching her eye. She picks it up and studies the page. Clark looks up and reads the cover. "Smallville High Yearbook, '04."

"Oh, that." He smiles and walks over.

Amy turns out of his reach. "So, this is Lana."

"Yeah, that's her." Clark answers, stopping.

"She's pretty. No wonder you had such a time getting over her." She comments.

"Trust me, there's more to her than what she looks like." Clark tells her, shocked at how shallow she thinks he is.

Amy looks up and smiles. "I was kidding, Clark."

Clark's expression changes suddenly. "I… I knew that."

She laughs and walks toward him. "Sure you were."