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In Grave Shape – Chapter 1

Clark sat motionless with his parents and Chloe in the waiting room at Smallville Medical Center. He concentrated on the carpet floor pattern, trying to avoid looking across the small table from them where Lana set, stunned. Clark knew that she and Lex had some kind of connection in the last few months and remembered how badly he had hurt her when she caught him and Simone. Still, all of them were only concerned with Lex's well-being at the time. Although his father felt almost no pity for him, he was there to support his son and his friends. Chloe glanced up to see Lana as she started shaking. Moving over to her, she put her arm around her and tried to comfort her.

"Senator Kent." Jonathon looked up as the doctor walked in and closed the door to the private waiting room. The doctor sat down with the small group and began to explain. "I have called several of the best neurologists in the country. Upon dropping the Luthor name, many are in the air on their way here as we speak. From the CT, EEG, and MRI, Mr. Luthor has brain activity, however slight at this point. We unfortunately detected a slight subdural hematoma. As I said, there a team of doctors on their way, but we have to wait." The doctor sat silently as he watched the small group take in what he said.

Clark sat clutching Martha's with his eyes closed. I did this to him; what happens if I killed him, he thought to himself. He looked over at Chloe and Lana. Chloe tried to keep Lana from becoming unglued. She didn't really know if Lana had feelings for him or not but there was no justice in Lex fighting for his life. He had never been ill, unless you count the drug induced paranoia. But now, he was fighting for his life.

"Doctor, what does it mean for Lex?" Clark snapped out of his own wallowing when his father asked for clarification.

"Well, we're going to remove the hematoma and hopefully he will regain some consciousness. We will keep you informed. Other than that, we'll have to wait and see." The doctor got up and headed for the door and turned, "It's going to be awhile. I would suggest that you make time to rest now. If Mr. Luthor makes it out of surgery, he's going to need you all to be there for him. These aren't injuries you just bounce back from no matter who you are."

Jonathon grabbed his jacket and took Martha's hand, "He's right – we can't do anything sitting here. We need to rest – you guys need the rest."

"I'll take the first shift," Clark said sadly and sickly. He felt he deserved to sit the graveyard shift since he put Lex in the position he was in. Martha, Jonathon, and Chloe hugged him as they headed out, leaving Lana in the room with him. Clark stood motionless, waiting to find the right words – some kind of apology. "Lana, I wasn't myself."

Lana walked around the row of chairs in the waiting room and looked at Clark. Expecting something like that from Clark she retorted, "You never are – there's always that excuse and someone always gets hurt. Do you realize that Lex could die? I mean, his father is gone, his brother Lucas gone." She stopped as she saw Clark's face change to curiosity. "Yeah, Lex told me – Lucas was shot in a poker game gone bad six months ago. So, now the only surviving owner of Luthorcorp, your used to be best friend, is fighting for his life." Lana took a deep breath before starting to tear up again.

"Lana, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I swear, but this isn't all about making sure his business dealings are dealt with. When you caught me with Simone, where were you running to? Huh? All I know is you walked into Lex's office like you had an agenda. You going to go cry to him? Lana, just tell me the truth." Clark had moved toward her as she continued to back up across the waiting room.

"Why should I? You never tell me the truth about anything. You're a walking lie. At least I could trust my thoughts with Lex." She raised her voice to make sure that Clark understood that this was it. She was done with him.

Lowering his head, he moved to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Lightly, she lifted his hand off her shoulder, dropped it and backed up. Pursing her lips together, she picked up her bag and headed for the door. "You love him don't you?" Clark begged for an answer.

Stopping in the doorway, she flipped her head around and looked at Clark. "Maybe, as if that's any of your business." Cocking her head to one side, she turned and walked out of the room. Clark stood in the middle of the empty waiting room, waiting to hear Lana actually exit the hospital. At this point, he couldn't risk bumping into her again.