2 days later
Clark opened his eyes and slowly took in his surroundings. He was at the penthouse, laying on the floor? He felt his hands subconsciously gliding over a warm back, Lana?
'No' he thought as he shook his head, 'Isobel'.
Clark sat up and looked over at her. She was dead asleep. Looking at the microwave, he noticed that it was eleven o'clock p.m. His eyes widened at this. Clark heard soft footsteps on the plush carpet and readied himself to play stupid. He turned around to face Isobel, she looked rather out of it.
"Clark..." she trailed off. Why would Isobel call him Clark? He was very confused. Isobel kept walking toward him and sort of stumbled, but he caught her.
"Clark, it's me." she looked up into his hardened eyes as she ran her shaky hand through his hair. She brought her hands down to rest on his shoulders and sighed, resting her head against his chest.
Clark could only stand there and play along. What if it was Isobel playing another trick? He stayed silent, if it was Isobel then he didn't want to blow his cover.
"Clark look at me." she took his face in her small hands and lightly touched the stubble that had grown upon his chin. Without warning, although he knew it was coming, she pulled his face to hers in a kiss. He immediately pulled away and looked at her in shock. The kiss was soft and tender, not aggressive like Isobel's had been.
"Lana..." he couldn't manage any other words.
"When? how?" he asked excitedly. "Chloe and I had a plan to get you back but it kept getting messed up and then we weren't sure if it would work or if you were even still in there." he babbled excitedly.
"I'm sorry." he looked at the floor. "I knew it wasn't you, but there was nothing that I could do."
"Shh..." she caressed the back of his neck with the pads of her fingers as she rocked him like a child.
"Clark, there's a lot that we need to talk about."
"I know, it's just that..."
"What?"
"It still hasn't hit me yet. I can't believe that you're back." she pulled away so that she could face him to see that his eyes were becoming glossy.
"It's just that I became stronger, strong enough to take back my own body but-" she tried to tell him that it wasn't for good, that she didn't know how long it would last, but he cut her off amidst his excitement.
"I'm just glad that you're back, nothing else matters." he brought her over to sit on the couch with him.
"Clark, what happened to you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"When I woke up, you were knocked out on the floor and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move you, so I just stayed by your side."
Clark's eyes widened at her question. How could he tell her what had really happened? How could he tell her that he didn't know what happened? How could he tell her the reason that he didn't know?
"Clark?" he was looking at his feet.
"There's, there's a lot of things that... that..."
"That what Clark?"
"That you don't know, that I haven't told you about, that I've hidden from you, that you might not accept." he quickly said, slurring his words together, in hopes that it would make it easier.
"About what?" he saw the look of concern on her face and this caused him to hesitate. "Clark, you know that you can tell me anything."
"I know..." he said to assure himself more than anyone.
"But you have to know now, especially since you're umm..." he wasn't too comfortable with saying the word.
"I'm what?"
"Uh... pregnant."
"Oh..." Clark had just reminded her of this. "Wait I have a question first." he nodded for her to continue.
"Why is it so big already? I mean it's been a only a month." Lana placed her hand on her stomach.
"Well that brings me to my next point." he looked away, almost in shame and she grabbed his face in her hands.
"Clark... just tell me, you're starting to make me worry."
"It-it was unfair."
"What was unfair?" she scooted closer to him.
"I'm sorry."
"Clark tell me." paranoia overcame Lana as she pulled him to her.
"And now..."
"Yes, go on."
"I led you into it blindly, I should have told you before we..." he said more to himself that to her. At this point he was basically having a conversation with himself, and Lana was just there,listening.
"Tell me now Clark." Lana was beginning to get frustrated, she wanted to know now, she needed to know.
"Do you remember when we were talking about the meteor shower that happened when we were kids?"
"Yeah..." Lana held her breath, afraid of where this was going.
"When you said that you thought it brought something to earth other than meteor rocks?"
"Yeah, and you didn't believe me. What's the point?"
"Well it brought something."
"What?"
Clark didn't say anything and Lana waited patiently until a minute passed and she couldn't take it anymore.
"What did it bring Clark?" he stood up and walked over to the window. Lana eagerly followed him and slipped herself in the space between Clark and the window. He looked into her eyes apologetically.
"It brought..."
Lana put her hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to continue.
"It brought... me." her eyes widened at this.
"What are you saying Clark?" she looked him in the eye and he walked away.
"I'm not human Lana, Clark isn't even my real name!"
Lana's mouth fell agape and she quickly brought a shaky hand up to cover it.
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know, but I'm sorry I should've-"
"Don't you dare." she said, surprising him. "Don't ever apologize for who you are."
"I don't understand." Clark looked up at her, it was the first time that he had been able to make eye contact with her since the conversation began.
"You look perfectly norm- uh, human."
"No you can say it, I'm not normal Lana. I'm not like you."
"But you look so human, you have emotions. You are normal Clark, I mean cut you and you ble..." she trailed off. Clark shook his head at her and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife that he could find.
"Come here." she did as she was told and when he handed the knife to her, she was taken aback.
"I want you to take this and stab me as hard as you can." he said seriously. Horror crossed her face and she threw the knife on the counter.
"No!"
"Just do it Lana."
"Why?"
"Do it!" he'd yelled at her, it was the first time that he'd ever raised his voice at her. She stepped away from him, trying to keep her lip from quivering.
Today was a day of firsts for the couple. First time he'd yelled at her, first time he'd seen her after the Isobel fiasco, and the first time that she'd ever looked at him in fear.
"Please Lana, just do it. Nothing bad will happen." she shook her head at him as she took another step away from him. He shrugged and picked it up, aiming it at his heart.
"Clark stop!" she ran over to him to grab it from him. He'd pushed it in and she almost lost her balance when she saw it shatter like glass and fall to the floor.
"Now do you see Lana? Tell me, is that normal?" she was speechless, what could she say? It most certainly wasn't normal. She fell to the floor as unrelenting moisture lined the corners of her eyes and sobs racked her body. He kneeled down next to her, as much as it hurt him to tell her, she had to know. When she finally realized that he was sitting next to her, she inched away from him. He understood this and when she looked at him he expected to see disgust, but what he saw hurt him even more, fear.
"Lana..." he trailed off as her searched his brain for the right words.
"Be detested by me, be disgusted by me, be ashamed of me, hate me but please never fear me." he tried to approach her again to see if she would allow it and when she did he didn't hesitate to scoop her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let all of her tears come freely.
Lana sobbed wildly into his neck. She opened her eyes momentarily and just watched as her big hot tears fell from eyes and soaked the collar of the shirt that she had put on him when she had first discovered that he was passed out. He rocked her back and forth as she wailed. She was so overcome and overwhelmed by this and yet she was amazed that he could still love her so much and have so much compassion.
That night Lana cried long and hard. She cried for Clark. She cried for herself. She cried for their relationship. She cried for all those years that she was ignorant. She cried for their predicament. She cried for the things that she had kept from him and the things that she still didn't know about, but most of all she cried for their unborn child.
