It was very cold that mourning, not because of the snow, but the place. The wave of depression in the air would have been enough to force a dam to crack in two. White flurries whipped across the graveyard, passing the funeral service...
Martha wiped her eyes as the minister continued his prayer. She was a widow now, and it made her heart ache so much. She had cried so much last night she hadn't thought it was possible that she had tears left to shed. Now it seemed as though she had been stock piling them for a millennia.
Chloe was there as well; knowing in her mind life wasn't fair. Why the Kent's? You might as well say they were the model nuclear family of Smallville, yet fate never seemed to be in their corner. It just wasn't fair.
Even Lois' morbid feelings made her a thin shell of her self that day. She hated funerals more than anything. She was there because the Kent's had practically been family to her since she had been there. The minister completed the exert, abruptly slamming his bible close, making Lois jump. Her heart was a cold stone in her chest at that moment. This literally felt like they were burying her father.
Lois was also there for Clark. She knew he'd need all the shoulders in the world to cry on. She was kinda hoping Clark could be there for her too. She didn't know if she could be the tough one in this situation. She could barely stand there as it was.
This was too much "Sorry Chloe, I can't" she sniffle, making an already crying Chloe leave with her.
Martha walked up to her son, putting a hand on his shoulder "Y-You two c-come home soon, the snow is falling harder..." she said, heading to the truck before anyone could see her breakdown. She already missed her husband so much. She could only hope Clark wouldn't place all the blame on himself.
"Clark?" Lana said, looking up at Clark.
Clark looked down at Lana, whose makeup was starting to follow the same path as her tears had made on her face. He knew she'd stay as long as he would, but he also knew she didn't want to, that she had seen enough. He nodded, understandingly. Clark looked back at the grave, and with a small hand full of earth, bid his father farewell, releasing the dirt on the coffin.
The ride home had been a quite one. Not a word said between the two, but Lana could feel his depression flowing throughout her SUV. She wanted so badly to reach over and tell him everything would be okay. He seemed somewhat distance, but that's understandable. She just couldn't shake the fact that if maybe she wasn't here, then Jonathon would be. And it hurt, hurt bad. She did manage to intertwine her free hand with his, hopefully that would help some, letting him know that she was there for him.
Currently, she was sitting on his bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. Lana wasn't sure how but she would try to cheer him up. It always seemed like when they were together something bad had to happen, like fate was compensating for their happiness. Whitney being killed in action right when it seemed like Clark and her were getting close, the second meteor shower right as they were getting things ironed out between them, and now this. Sometimes it just seemed like fate was trying to keep them apart, but she had a feeling that after what happened in the cave they'd eventually be just fine...
(Flashback)
Lana released the crystal letting it go back to its place in the control console. She was breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her face. "Wow" she whispered.
"Are you ok?"
She looked up at Clark. This was so strange. She knew everything know. The powers, his past, his feelings, why he had been blocking her out for so long, the time shift, she knew everything, even that he blamed himself for the death of her parents, which was absurd as far as she thought. That wasn't the strange thing though; it was the fact that when she looked at him she didn't feeling any different toward him, not even a little bit. Maybe it was because of her feelings for him, but she couldn't bring herself to feel anything but love for Clark. Tear started streaking down her smiling face.
Clark opened his mouth so speak, but Lana beat him to the punch.
"I love you so much" she said crying into his chest.
"I love you too, Lana. Listen about your parents-" he said wanting to say an apology that he had been wanting to say for a years. Again she cut him off.
"Clark, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have stopped it even if you wanted to." She said. He looked like he was to apologize anyway, but she wouldn't have it. She smiled, playfully putting her hands over his mouth "Stop it, Clark, if you are so hell bent on apologizing then I can think of a better way than just telling me." She looked into his eyes, her smile turning into a grin "Kiss me instead" with that she took her hands from his mouth and locked them behind his neck.
The kiss was amazingly passionate for both of them. It was like they could feel one another's pleasure, somehow looping it together with their own, making it a never-ending circle of bliss. They both automatically deepened the kiss, seemingly not able get enough of each other.
"My apologies, but I must inform you of what Lana has become. She has been afforded many benefits to go along with your memories, Kal el" Jor el said. They broke apart, catching their breathe staring wide-eyed at each other.
It took a minute for either of them to regain their senses. The intensity of the kiss was more than either of them expected. The way their bodies felt together was near mind-numbing. The word intoxicating wasn't even on the same country as the way their embrace felt. It had left Lana feeling light-headed, and Clark's legs feeling like Bill Cosby's favorite snack (Jell-O, ha-ha I made a funny).
"What benefits" Clark said, being the first to speak. "What just happened?"
"In addition to having your memories ingrained into her mind, Kal el, Lana is able to feel what you feel. Distance does not matter; I have even given you both the knowledge of how to control it. You may be able to read each other's thoughts in time. Also, Lana has the ability to be transported and survive here without the need for the key."
That was a shock to his system. His Lana could now know what he was feeling and vise versa? This would defiantly take some getting use to. He just hoped Lana was ok with it.
"Thank you, sir. I'm not sure if I deserve everything you've given me, but I am thankful." Lana said. She could already feel Clark worrying, she was too, but this event only cemented the fact that they belonged together in her eyes.
"You both should leave now; watch over my son, Lana." She nodded. And with that, they were suddenly returned to the cave.
"Clark, I know we have a lot to talk about, but we have a party we're pretty late for to goto. Besides, what are a few more hours?" Lana smiled up at her boyfriend.
He knew things would be very...different from now on, maybe even become difficult, but as long as he has Lana and his family it would be just fine.
End of Chapter 5, Part 1
(I know its kinda sort, and it might not be up to par, the next chapter will be more interesting, promise. Feed back!)