Kal and Lana had a surprisingly cute ceremony that took place the Vegas strip, at sunset oddly enough. Lana couldn't fathom why they would get married when it was dark outside, but she didn't question his motives. She also wondered why he persistently touched her lower back.
Lana now laid next to him in their grand suite bed at the hotel. After a late night of Vegas and consummating their marriage, Lana was now ready to wake up. She slowly cracked an eye open and noticed that the clock read twelve o'clock noon. Lana leaned over onto her elbows and stared at her husband. He was in a dead sleep, limbs sprawled out in complete disarray. Lana found this odd since she'd always teased him for being such a 'neat' sleeper. Slowly leaning over, she kissed his cheek and eagerly awaited his response. Kal merely rolled over onto his side, now facing her. Eyes still closed, he yawned and whispered an all too familiar name. "Isobel..." Lana's eyes widened at this. Was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming. Wait...
Why was he dreaming about Isobel?
Kal smiled and finally opened his eyes. "Morning..." Lana huffed as she rolled over and onto her back. During Lana and Clark's deep discussion about his origins, he had failed to mention the part about his ruthless alter ego. Lana sat up and began to storm out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Kal lightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the bed with him. "What's the rush?" Lana looked into his eyes and could feel herself giving into him. Her desire was much greater than her hormonal anger. Kal pulled Lana to him and held her stomach as he whispered into her ear, "didn't you have fun last night?" Lana nodded into his shoulder as she took in his scent. "Then what's the problem babe?"
"Isobel..." Unbeknownst to Lana, Kal's face lit up with delight as Lana had said that name. Perhaps his plan had worked or was working. Kal waited silently for her to continue. "You called me Isobel."
"What are you talking about now?"
"Just now, you did." Lana insisted as she wiggled away from his grasp. "I know what I heard." Lana defiantly stood with her arms crossed in front of her. "Why? Were you dreaming about her?"
'Shit...' Kal sighed to himself as he tried to pull a random explanation out of his head, but then later decided that her didn't owe her one. He didn't owe anyone anything. What was the worst that she could do? Yell at him? He'd just ignore her if she did.
Kal had seemingly predicted the future for Lana did yell at him and he just ignored her. They spent their last days in Vegas and finally headed home, back to Metropolis. Kal was now angry. He'd tried for days now to invoke Isobel and it just wasn't working. What did he have to do? He wasn't sure how much longer he could take her incessant whining and her territorial nature. Kal had looked at one girl and she started saying all of this crazy stuff about how he didn't love her anymore. This statement was both true and untrue for he'd never loved her. Clark had loved her. It was untrue because in a strange way he did love her and not just physically. He knew that if any harm had ever come to her then he would surely kill someone, but he would never love her the way Clark did. This was true because Kal didn't love, he didn't know how to.
When they'd finally arrived back in Metropolis, Kal had decided that he was sick of Lana's attitude and he knew the way to get her in a good mood. He'd dropped her off at the apartment and left to get her some flowers, knowing that this would surely make her feel better, along with a certain something else.
Kal was now at a red light and glanced over at the small bouquet of red roses that lay on the passenger seat. It seemed as though this light was taking forever and he could feel himself slowly evaporating away. Kal was slipping, losing his edge. It was almost as if he was going to pass out. Kal felt weak and it was all because of Clark. His so-called weaker half was growing stronger and trying to consume him. Kal gripped the steering wheel as he tried to maintain his composure. Clark was growing strong. Too strong. If Kal was going to maintain his lifestyle, then he would have to find some red kryptonite and fast. The light finally turned green and Kal accelerated like a felon. When he'd finally reached his apartment complex something wasn't right. It seemed as though something was wrong. Kal listened intently for any unknown voices and he wasn't surprised to hear the voice of the annoying blond girl and someone unknown to him. Kal smiled to himself as he flew up to the balcony and came into the bedroom.
"Lana, make sure you hide the kryptonite in a safe place." Kal heard the blond one say as Lana walked in there with a slightly surprised look on her face. Kal surveyed her appearance and in her hands was a small lead box. "Clark? What..."
Kal walked over and closed the door. He noticed Lana's scared expression as he approached her. "What's wrong?" Lana began to shake as she fell back against the bed. Lana looked down at the small box in her hands and began to open it. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Kal said, shaking his head as he placed his hands over the box and placed it on the floor.
"Clark what's happened to you?" Lana placed her hands on his face as she asked him this and waited for his response. The only response that she got was not from him, but from Chloe.
"Lana are you okay in there?" Kal gave Lana a glare, letting her know to keep them out.
"I'm fine, Chloe. Just going to the bathroom. Be out in a minute." Lana did just as Kal wanted her to and inched further back onto the bed as he pursued her. "Clark, is it true?"
"Is what true?" Kal climbed on top of her, hovering over her.
"What Chloe said, I know you were listening. Are you really this person?"
"What's wrong Lana? Don't like what you see?" Kal leaned in to close the gap between their noses, stopping millimeters away. Lana began to feel dazed as she felt his breath on her face.
Lana reluctantly put her finger to his lips and sighed. "It's true then isn't it? All of it.."
"Afraid so babe, I'm the man you married and my name isn't Clark." Horror crossed Lana's face as she realized that everything that Chloe and Pete had explained her to her was true.
"Kal-El..." Lana gasped and scooted as far away from his as she could. "For how long?" Kal ignored her as he pursued her and kissed her neck. Lana squirmed away from him and looked at him with detest.
"Why are you running away now? You didn't seem to mind me last night." Kal grabbed her by the waist and held her to him with a small amount of force. Lana wanted to throw up and run away. Go hide in a corner even. However, she knew that she couldn't. She figured that she had two options, she could go back out there and tell Pete and Chloe to leave, taking the situation into her own hands or she could scream for help. Lana knew that if she didn't ask for help now, then she would surely be raped tonight. No matter how willing she was, not physically but emotionally. Screaming for help was beginning to look more welcoming. Lana took a quick gasp as Kal kissed her neck and screamed her heart out. She'd apparently caught him off guard and took this time to run out into the hallway. As she did so, Kal used his superspeed and grabbed her by the waist.
"Chloe, Pete help!" Lana yelled and the two came running. The moment Chloe had seen Kal, she pulled out a small piece of green meteor rock. Both Lana and Kal instantly fell to the floor as Chloe approached them. "Chloe, stop you're hurting him."
"It's okay Lana, Clark will be fine later. This small rock won't kill him."
"No Chloe, not Clark. The baby." Chloe wore a puzzled look on her face as Lana passed out and her eyes glowed a deep purple. It was Isobel. She'd come out of Lana due to the impending danger of the situation. She could feel the baby's pain and this gave her strength. Isobel whispered a spell and the meteor rock disappeared. Pete began frantically searching for the rock as Chloe slowly backed away from Isobel and Kal.
"Clark, I know you are in there somewhere." Chloe repeated aloud over and over again until it annoyed the heck out of Kal. Unbeknownst to Isobel and Kal, this was merely a diversion.
As if on queue, Pete shouted, "Chloe I found it!" Kal sped to Pete, only to see that he wasn't holding anything. He looked back at Chloe to see that she'd held the vase. Pete grabbed onto Kal as if to slow him down for only a second so Chloe could open the vase and get her friend back. Isobel saw this and whispered a spell, making Pete fall to the ground. The spell was directed at Chloe, but evidently the vase had protected her. Pete was knocked out. Kal shrugged and sped over to Chloe, grabbing her from behind.
"Clark!" Chloe yelled as Kal snapped her neck. The vase crashed to the floor and Isobel's remains spilled out along with a small red rock, creating a whirlwind that knocked both Kal and Isobel back.
Lana woke up in their warm bed and took in her surroundings. The sun was shining in through the windows of the bedroom that she'd shared with him. Lana began to remember what happened and wasn't sure if it really even happened. Lana walked out into the living room to see that everything was perfectly clean and not a thing was out of place. She saw Kal sitting at the window and staring out at the skyline.
"Morning, I had the weirdest dream." Lana stretched and kissed Kal on the cheek. When Kal didn't respond to her, she lightly tapped him. "What's wrong hun?" Kal couldn't bring himself to look at her, she was a disgrace to him. She'd lost his child and didn't remember anything. When Isobel had finally crossed over for good, she took their child with her. Maybe it was best that she didn't remember anything though. Kal stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down, ignoring Lana. She had been asleep for a whole year, in a sort of catatonic state and right now he didn't care to be in her presence. He was used to being alone. "Clark?" Lana followed him over to the couch and sat down next to him. That's when she noticed the ring on his finger. In place of where his wedding ring should have been stood a gold ring with an obnoxious red stone. This reminded Lana of marriage and then the baby. She carefully rubbed her stomach, but for some reason it felt a bit smaller than it should have. She could barely tell before, but she was most certain now that there was something wrong. "There's something wrong." Lana said as tears filled her eyes. She lifted up her shirt to find a small scar where her small bump should have been. "What happened to me!" she yelled.
"Nothing just happened to you Lana!" Kal was compelled to yell at her for her ignorance.
"What are you talking about?"
"You lost my child because you are weak, Lana." Kal said now calm. Lana fell to the floor and began to cry. Her first child, lost. She had miscarried.
"How?"
"You don't even remember do you?" He didn't bother to look at her. She wasn't worthy of it.
"No, it's all blurry. I remember getting married and then after that it's all messed up."
"The baby is gone," Kal said as he walked into the kitchen and pulled out a glass.
"Clark, I'm sorry I didn't..." Lana trailed off as she followed him again.
"Never call me that...stop playing stupid Lana. Don't pretend like you don't remember."
"Well then what do you suggest that I call you? I don't remember."
"Call me by my name."
"I am calling you by your name, Clark." Kal walked over to the closet and pulled out a long black overcoat. "Where are you going?" Lana asked as he walked into their bedroom and pulled out a briefcase that had 'Lelak Industries' written on it in gold lettering.
"Out," Kal said coldly as he opened the door.
"Clark wait," Lana said as she grabbed his arm.
"I asked you not to call me that."
"Then what should I call you? Clark is your name. What's wrong with you?"
"No it isn't."
"Then what is your name?" Lana asked sarcastically as she folded her arms.
"You should know it, you married me." Kal bore into her with cold, dark eyes and this was somehow familiar to Lana. He walked out the door and watched it as he slammed it in her face. She remembered now, his name was Kal, and she did marry him.
Lana could barely hold back the tears as she collapsed on the couch. When she was finally sick of crying, she turned on the television. The three o'clock news was on and she watched intently, anything to keep her mind off of her lost child and her forsaken marriage. Suddenly, the shot was taken to that of Belle Reve where it showed a reporter walking outside of the building. Pete's picture was put on the corner of the screen as the woman spoke.
"-A verdict has finally been announced on Pete Ross' murder trial. He was found guilty of murder in the 2nd degree of his childhood friend Chloe Sullivan. Pete spoke of aliens and witches very often while on the stand and he has now been sentenced to life at Belle Reve."
Lana dropped the remote to the floor, that night was now fresh in her mind. Clark, no, Kal had killed Chloe and put the blame on Pete. Pete was walking around with a murder hanging over his head for trying to help Clark. Guilt consumed Lana as she fell to the floor and waited for Kal to return home.
