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SVOC Luva (ch 3-5): Thanks. But of course. Thanks. Thanks. Hope this is soon enough.
Windyfontaine: Yes, it does. I thought they were cute together, and I sometimes rooted for them, but I understand where you're coming from. Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. I will. Thanks.
DISCLAIMER
Smallville belongs to the WB. I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize. I checked the Smallville guide and apparently, the kids aren't in college yet, so I'm using that.
The next morning, Lana was at the Talon, setting up. This time, she was alone. She hummed happily. She was so glad she and Jason had worked everything out. Last night had been one of the best nights in her life. She had had so much fun. She smiled, remembering their kiss. It had been so soft, so full of tenderness. She sighed happily. Just then, there came a knock at the door. With a startled gasp, she turned around. A well-built man stood in front of the entrance.
"I'm sorry. We're closed," Lana stated. She turned her attention back to setting up. The knocking came again, more insistant this time.
"I told you: we're closed. Come back later," Lana called, not looking up. When the knocking persisted, she let out an irritated huff and stomped up to the entrance. She opened the door.
"Look, I told you---" her sentence was cut off as the man knocked her to the ground and walked in, two more equally well-built men with him.
"It's gonna be like that, huh?" Lana asked, standing up. "Well come on then," she dared, getting into a defensive stance. The men attacked. Meanwhile, at Smallville High, Jason was in the coach's office, looking over the plays his former replacement had written out.
"What was this guy thinking?" he wondered, staring at the drawings. He scratched them out and wrote new plays. Just then, a knock was heard at his door.
"Yeah?" he called. The door opened to reveal one of the players who held a small envelope in his hand.
"Sorry to bother you, Coach. But this came for you," the boy apologized.
"It's okay. Just leave it on my desk," Jason answered, not looking up. The boy tossed the envelope to his coach, and then began to walk out.
"Hey, how do you know it's for me?" Jason asked.
"Oh. Uh, the delivery guy said some woman gave it to him saying it was for the assistant coach," came the response. Then, the boy was on his way. Jason glanced at the envelope and froze. Instead of his name, it simply said two words: DEAR BOY. His throat muscles constricted and he warily opened the packet. To his surprise, it was pictures of him and Lana from the previous night. However, on each photo, Lana's frame had been marked out with an angry red x.
"What the---?" Jason's confused question fell to the ground. At the end of the pile was a single piece of paper. With a sinking feeling, he unfolded it. SEE WHAT YOU'VE DRIVEN ME TO, DEAR BOY? it read.
"Oh, no. Lana," Jason said in dread. He jumped out of his seat, grabbed his keys, threw open the door, and raced to the parking lot. Once he got inside his car, he started the engine and whizzed off school grounds. Back at the Talon, Lana was valiantly trying to defend herself from the three men, but was steadily growing tired. She panted and winced from some of the bruises she had already received. The men laughed sinisterly.
"Gettin' tired, girlie?" one sneered.
"Who you callin' 'girlie'?" Lana tossed back. She was kicked, and then knocked back, hitting one of the tables. With a moan, she sank to the ground.
"Well, that's taken care of," the first man smirked.
"Let's hope we get paid," the second man said.
"We will," the first man assured.
"We should get double. She didn't tell us the girl knew how to fight," the third man complained, rubbing his jaw.
"Quit your jawin' and let's go before somebody sees us," the first man snapped. Then, they laughed. Moments later, Jason parked out front and raced inside.
"Lana? Lana!" he exclaimed, kneeling down beside her. He checked her pulse, which was found to be faint. As he did so, he noticed the blood on the back of her head. Taking care not to hurt her anymore than she already was, Jason used his jacket to put pressure to the wound. Then, he pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number.
"Sheriff's office," a voice said.
"Yeah, I need an ambulance at the Talon. There's been an attack of some sort," Jason reported. He gave what little information he knew, and then hung up.
"This is all my fault. I'm sorry, Lana," he whispered. He closed his eyes and bowed his head sorrowfully. Apparently, his mother would go to any lengths to destroy his happiness.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay, yeah, in one episode, the Countess took over Lana's body when those Chinese guys tried to torture her, but she can take care of herself. Lex taught her self-defense like two seasons prior and in "Crusade" Jason stated that she kicked him off his vespa, injuring him.
