Lana stood up out of the water as her chest heaved with life. What had happened? She couldn't even remember. That meant that Isobel was involved. She'd hoped that Clark would find out by now but maybe she was wrong. She pulled the plug and let the water out of the tub. As she stepped out she looked over the side and there was Clark. She jumped on the floor and started patting his face. Isobel had done this. Tears filled her eyes.

"Clark, please just tell me what's wrong!" she held his head to her chest and rocked him back and forth. He wouldn't come to. She ran over to the closet and grabbed a few towels and her robe. She draped her robe over him, to warm him up and dried off his face with one of the towels. A rather loud noise interrupted her. Something was clogging the drain. What was it? She looked in the tub to see a meteor rock. She picked it up and the veins in her hand began to pulse a distorted, green color. She threw it on the floor and it landed on Clarks hand. His hand began to pulse green as well and it burned him. She saw that locket on the floor and threw it in there chucking the locket into her bedroom.

She rushed back to Clark. What was happening? What kind of weird rock was that? It must be harming humans now as well. She knew that she was perfectly human and not meteor freaky in any way and Clark wasn't either. So none of this made any sense. Lana placed her head on Clark's chest to see if his heart was still beating. She released a huge sigh of relief when it was. He was alive. His hand came up to her back and he cleared his throat.

"Clark! Clark! What happened?" he shook his head. "Clark listen to me I need to tell you something."

"Can't it wait a few minutes?" This wasn't Clark what was wrong with him? Maybe he'd figured it out and he thought that she was indeed Isobel.

"It's me Clark. Listen to me. You have to find a way to get rid of her."

"Lana?" she nodded and smiled at him.

"Lana I knew it wasn't you." he grabbed her into a big hug.

"I know." she whispered into his ear as she went limp.

"LANA!" he yelled. He couldn't lose her again. He couldn't. He picked her up and placed her in her bed. He sat next to her on the edge. A blanket was placed over her and he wrapped a towel around himself. He rested his head against her chest. "Please Lana, don't leave me. Not again."

"Clark." she whispered, "I'm here. But I'm weak. You need to know this. I'm getting stronger and I can hear her thoughts now. It's only a matter of time, but listen. She knows something about you."

"How long do you have?" Clark was shaken and very concerned.

"A few minutes probably."

"What does she know?"

"She knows that you're different."

"Different? Like what?"

"I don't know.Just that you're different. Not like most men. Clark take care of yourself and be careful. Know that no matter what happens. I love you." she reached up and touched his face.

"Are you hungry Lana? Isobel told me that she hadn't eaten in a while."

"No, but you have to know Clark. That something went wrong and I'm I'm..."

"You're what? Lana wait. LANA! Dammit!" Clark yelled as he punched the bed beside her. What was she going to say? Now all that he could do was wait for Isobel to come back and then he would go to Chloe and settle this once and for all.

Clark decided to stay close to Lana with the hope that when she woke up again it would actually be her. The hours passed and nothing. He watched her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids as if she was having some kind of dream. Almost as if she and Isobel were fighting for control inside. Clark was anxious but for once there was nothing that he could do. He couldn't go and save her like he normally would have. He had to sit back and wait. He was tempted to read some more of Isobel's spell book but if she caught him then he didn't know what he would do. So he went to Lana's closet and picked out some clothes for her. He set them up for when she woke up. She would need to be dressed whether it was Lana or Isobel. Another hour passed and Clark became tired. He didn't want to leave her so he carefully positioned himself on the bed next to her. He just watched her for a few minutes before he fell asleep.

Clark had a rather strange dream. He dreamt of Lana. He and Lana were walking in the forest and he began to gradually fall behind until he was lost from her. He finally found her sitting with her back to him on the edge of a pond. He called out to her. She craned her neck to turn around. Her eyes glowed purple and the bright afternoon sky started to turn a dark crimson color. She walked over to him and kissed his lips. When he pulled away from their kiss his eyes glowed red. He placed his hand on Lana's swelled stomach. She was pregnant. Then it was like it fast forwarded to he and Lana kissing in a large mansion, and then him picking up a baby, their baby. His eyes glowed red again and Lana's were violet. It wasn't he and Lana, it was Kal-El and Isobel.

Clark practically jumped up. He was panting and sweating. What did this mean? He was very confused. He contemplated the meaning of his dream. It didn't make sense to him because all it had been were flashes of images that lasted for a split second. He sat there in thought but was interrupted when Lana stirred.

"Clark..." she whispered. He immediately grabbed her hand.

"Lana, is it you? Are you ok?" he was very hopeful. It sounded as though it could have been her. He caressed her hand and looked at her face anxiously, searching her countenance for any kind of reaction or movement. Suddenly she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" it was Isobel. Clark immediately recoiled. He was so disappointed. He got up and walked over to the window. "What's wrong? Were you expecting someone else?" Isobel said jokingly.

"Of course not, Lana." Clark turned around and put a smile on his face. "So how about we go to the movies?"

"Well actually I had something else in mind."

"What?" Clark was a bit nervous.

"Well I just wanted to go back to your place and stay with you until you had to leave."

"But I don't have to leave until tomorrow morning."

"I want to spend every minute with you until then. So shall we?" Clark nodded.

"I think we should get dressed first though." Clark suggested. Isobel walked over to the clothes that Clark had picked out and put them on. When she was done she found him in the bathroom putting on the clothes that she had taken off of him earlier. His back was to her and he was holding his red flannel shirt. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you more than you will ever know." ordinarily Clark would have taken this as a compliment, but not this time. Isobel sort of waited for Clark to say something back. But nothing came. He just continued on with his shirt. "Is there something wrong Clark?"

"No of course not. Why?" Clark said a bit too quickly.

"Because you're acting different. You seem so dist-" Clark quickly kissed her in an attempt to quell her suspicions.

"Are you ready to go?"
"Of course." Isobel smiled and took the arm that Clark had offered up to her.

The next morning Clark got up quietly so that Isobel wouldn't wake up. He decided that it would be best if he left and she didn't know about it. There wasn't anything suspicious lying about the Kent house so it would be ok if she stayed there. He got dressed and packed up his old backpack with some necessities- clothes, a tooth brush,etc- things like that. Clark was about to walk out the front door when he heard running footsteps to the bathroom. He became worried and ran up the stairs. Isobel was hovering above the toilet bowl like a drunkard. What was wrong with her? She seemed to be half asleep still.

Then she looked up at Clark and then to the bag that he was holding. "You were going to just leave? Without even saying good bye?" she sounded as though she were sincerely hurt and this bothered Clark a little bit.

"I'm sorry I was in a rush Lana. I was going to call you as soon as I made it though." he smiled and bent down to her level. "Are you ok?" he rubbed his large hand over her back in an effort to comfort her. Even if it wasn't really Lana, it was still her body and he was going to make sure that it was taken care of. "Come on." he said as he led her downstairs and into the kitchen.

He rummaged in a cabinet for a little while and poured a small amount of a burgundy liquid into a cup. "Drink this, it will pep you up." he handed it to Isobel and she took a small sip.

She made a sour face. "What is this?"

"Red wine, my mom always drinks a little bit to pep her up when she is feeling a little bit drowsy." Isobel immediately spit out the wine as if it were poison. "What's wrong?"

"Clark! I can't have wine!"

"Why?" Clark was sincerely and utterly dumbfounded.

"It has alcohol in it!" she filled up her old wine cup with some water and chugged it.

"Lana, a little bit of it won't kill you." Isobel frowned and turned away.

"It's getting late Clark. Do you want me to drive you?"

"It's fine," he walked over to her "besides you aren't even dressed yet." he kissed her cheek for effect.

"No I want to." Clark frowned because this would delay him even more.

"But I already bought my bus ticket." Clark made up an excuse. Even if it wasn't a very good one.

"I thought you said that you were going by plane?" Clark gulped.

"I uh- changed my mind at the last minute." how coul dhe make a careless mistake like that?

"Oh..." Isobel was actually surprised. She didn't think for a second that he was lying. She'd put him up on this pedestal in her mind.

He hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "It's only for two days."