Title: Time Traveller.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Smallville…all three first seasons and soon the fourth!

Spoilers: As far as I'm aware there are none…in this chapter anyway.

Setting: Post "Rosetta", pre "Visitor" – added some of my own episodes.

A/N: Ha ha, here ya go, another chapter to a story just starting. So as not to be confused about the last chapter I'd just like to clear up a few things; when Kira was apparently witnessing Jor-El and Lara sending Kal-El to earth she was actually there. As I've already explained she has gained the power of time travel and when she was knocked out by the clock exploding she accidentally sent herself back to this point in time, which, if you'll let me continue, you will find out the reason for later on. Also, I know this is going to sound very confusing, but yes, that was Clark – they boy she was with in the dream – as I said before you will find out how later on…as for right now enjoy some Clana fluff while you can…

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Chapter Two – Strange Accident

The Talon had been a relatively popular place since it's opening; well at least to its few loyal customers anyway. It had gotten off to a bumpy start with the obnoxious owner of "The Beanery" trying to play hardball. But it was now a regular haunt for many teenagers and even adults. Its albeit tacky ancient Egypt décor was charming and warmed the place up, making it more welcoming then "The Beanery", thus why the owner was playing hardball and trying to run the place into the ground.

The Talon's manager and part co-owner, Lana Lang, manned her usual station at the front counter and was arranging cakes, slices and biscuits of all kinds around her on the countertop. She looked up to see a certain tall, dark and handsome farm boy walking towards her and looked down again quickly, trying to get her suddenly wildly beating heart into order. Picking up a plate she looked up at him again, giving one of her almost falsely bright smiles.

"Hi Clark, I'll be with you in a second, ok?" She quipped, not waiting for an answer she turned quickly and hurried out back. Putting the empty plate down she brushed a flyaway strand of dark filmy hair out of her face and wondered what she was going to say to Clark. She knew that every time they saw each other it was either extremely awkward and one of them left in an awful hurry or they ended up talking about their relationship, which neither of them liked because it led to questions of his dark secret.

Gathering herself up she pushed back through the back door of the Talon and met Clark's questioning gaze with a warm smile. "Sorry about that, it's actually pretty hectic around here. First time in a long time…Coffee?" She asked, trying to look as calm as possible.

"Uh…yeah, thanks Lana." Clark Kent said, taking a seat on the other side of the counter, and flashing her his famous farm boy smile. She felt her heart flutter at the smile and turned around quickly to the make them both a large latte.

"So, what brings you in here so early in the morning anyway, Clark?" Lana asked brightly, turning around again and leaning against the counter to talk with him.

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come in and pick up some stuff for mom and dad." Clark said simply enough, oh well, at least he wasn't trying to keep that secret from her to. "So I thought I'd stop in for a coffee before I head home." He continued, yep, definitely the truth there.

"So, business booming again I see?" Clark said looking around at the almost full room.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Which is great because I was sure Lex was going to close us down if we didn't start getting more customers in." Lana said, happy that Clark had picked up on the small talk suggestion and flown with it.

"Lana, money isn't the only thing Lex cares about you know, he's actually a good guy once you get to know him." Clark piped up, immediately defending Lex.

"I know, Clark, I know." Lana sighed turning around again to continue making the latte's.

Clark stared at the back of Lana's head, who would believe that after just two short years they were such good friends. He remembered back to when they were just juniors at Smallville High. He was almost positive Lana Lang didn't even know his name back then, didn't even know he existed, where as he…he had loved her almost everyday since he'd turned five. He'd had been so sure she was the one back then, but now, now he wasn't that sure anymore. He looked down at the counter just before she turned around and looked up again to see her gazing at him questioningly.

"Are you alright, Clark?" She asked, concerned. It's not that he looked sick, just…what was it, worried, upset?

"What?" Clark asked, feigning perplexity.

"You just have that look you get sometimes, I was just wondering what was going through your head…" She said slowly, regretting saying it the second she had. She knew that Clark was going to fob her off, tell her he was fine and that was going to be the end of it. Needless to say she was surprised when he turned around and actually told her exactly what he was thinking.

"Do you ever get that feeling when you know you're supposed to be with someone but you can't figure out how it would ever work?" Clark questioned her, staring up at her like a puppy that had lost its way.

Yes! She screamed inwardly, that's how I feel everyday with you Clark. "I don't…" She trailed off and sighed. "Clark, if you know your supposed to be with that person then you'd have to trust that whatever obstacles come your way you can get over them…together." She said staring straight into his baby blues.

The two of them sat like this in silence for a second. "Lana…" Clark began. Should he, shouldn't he. Could she deal with the truth, could she handle it? Pete had, his parents had, so could she…

"Yes, Clark?" She answered quietly, realising this was a pivotal moment in their relationship.

"…What happened to those coffee's?" Clark asked, his resolve breaking and he looked away, shattering the moment into a thousand tiny shards.

Lana sighed inwardly, not exactly surprised that their pivotal moment had come and gone and Clark had yet again failed to go with it. "Clark," she said bringing his face back around to face her with a finger under his chin. "Whatever it is just tell me, I can handle it."

Taking in a breath, Clark's eyes met Lana's again and she held the gaze firmly. "It's nothing, Lana. Really…" Clark murmured, looking around as someone approached them. "Chloe?" He asked, the blonde haired journalist was positively beaming at them; she plonked herself down next to Clark, apparently unawares that she had just broken up a moment between Clark and Lana.

"Hey guys," she breathed. "You will never guess what happened to me on the way over here."

Since their moment was apparently well and truly over Lana turned around again to continue making latte's, making a third as well for Chloe.

"What?" She heard Clark asking Chloe, she could almost here the relief in his voice. Knowing she'd never get the truth out of him now Lana turned around, leaning against the counted again to hear what Chloe had to say.

"Well, I was just headed over from the torch and was passing that new antiques place just down the road from here…do you know it?"

"Yeah, my mom and me went in earlier this morning when we came down to get some stuff for the far-." Clark stopped suddenly and glanced over at Lana, who did a double take and stared at him suspiciously, he was so busted this time. Chloe looked between the two of them, realising something was up but didn't have time for them to bicker. She wanted to take Clark out to the new antiques shop to do some investigating with her.

"Anyway," she started again, butting into the awkward moment again. "There was an accident there, apparently one of the clocks went haywire and just blew up in front of the youngest sisters face…she's alright, though. Thanks for caring, jeez. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come check out the accident with me, Clark." She said looking over at him; he took that as his que to get away from here and awkward questions from Lana.

"Yeah sure, Chloe. I'll come…uh, Lana, on second thoughts don't worry about those coffee's." He said, Lana looked around at them surprised, having completely forgotten about them.

"No! Let's just have them to go, Clark. I'd kill for a coffee right about now! I've been up since four…" Chloe said as Lana poured the drinks into to go cups and placed them on the counter.

"Why-?" Clark began but Chloe had already grabbed her coffee, said goodbye to Lana and was halfway across the Talon. He looked at Lana apologetically, making a mental note to himself to apologize later, and grabbed his cup before hurrying to catch up with Chloe who was almost out the door.

"Chloe, why are you so-." He began to be once again cut off by Chloe.

"This is total wall of weird stuff, Clark." Chloe gushed, apparently not listening to a word he was saying as they walked off down the sidewalk. "The older sister, Kayla I think it was, told me that when she came into the front room her sister was standing right in front of the clock and then this blinding green light engulfed her sister, but that's not the weirdest part, Kayla said while she was out back she swore she heard someone say her sister's name…but when she came out her sister was alone and the clock was glowing, that's when it exploded."

Clark frowned, "Sounds like a haunting or a really bad prank if you ask me…" He said vaguely, half his mind still on his conversation with Lana.

"Does a ghost burn alien symbols onto little fragments of wood?" Chloe asked, Clark jerked out of his thoughts and looked over at her, she had been watching for his reaction this whole time.

"What?"

"Thought that'd get you interested, take a look at this…" Chloe said handing Clark her digital camera, Clark looked down it and caught his jaw from dropping just in time. "It's the same symbol as the one that was burnt onto your barn, Clark – and some weird looking diamond symbol – but the point is, is that I think it might be those aliens again…" They were both looking at down at the camera now, on it was a picture of a fragment of wood upon which was indeed the same symbol burnt onto the Kent's barn a few weeks ago and the Kryptonian symbol, an eight inside a diamond.

Clark looked up at Chloe to find her watching him closely, waiting for a reaction. "I told you Chloe, it wasn't aliens who put that symbol on my barn, it was pranksters. I didn't see any little green guys outside my house that day, did you?" He said impatiently handing the camera back to her and heading off down the sidewalk again.

"Oh, come on, Clark! You and I both know that pranksters didn't do this – how could they, the shop didn't even open until this morning!" Chloe said hurrying to catch up to him.

"Chloe, just drop it, will you?" Clark half-begged as they came to a stop outside of the antique shop.

TBC…

A/N: Yay, another chapter finished…it didn't really explain much did it? But it added questions! XD Ok, once again people I'll ask you to please leave a review now, anything you have to say is welcome…just not flames. God no. I'd also like to take a moment to thank the two reviewers of my last chapter, cHoCoLaTe-cHiHuAhUa and fattywantapoptart, for reviewing at all! Thanks guys! Ciao

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