A/N - Sorry so short...writer's block sucks
The Confession – Chapter 4
Lana flipped the television in the room off as the sun went down outside. The sudden change of light in the room woke Jonathon. "Hey," he whispered as she walked up and touched his shoulder.
"Hey, Mr. Kent. Mrs. Kent is outside – she had me bring her up where you two could ride back together. I'll take over for right now."
Jonathon got up from the chair and hugged Lana as she put her drink and bag down on the table. Leaving the room, Lana asked, "Is he any better?"
Jonathon turned as he opened the door, "There's no change Lana. His heart rate improved a little but nothing else. The doctors came by this morning and afternoon. They are going to operate first thing in the morning – they'll probably be getting you up and out of here about 4 where they can prep him." Seeing that she was tearing up, Jonathon wrapped his arms around her. "You may not think so, but I want him back too. We just all have to pray for him." With that, Jonathon let go of her and walked out the door.
Lana looked around the room and turned on the small bedside light. She looked at Lex and inhaled quickly as she saw Lex's eyelids flutter. Waiting for a few more seconds, she sunk down in the chair and pulled out her books from school. She sat and read the same page in her biology textbook four times before she realized that studying was fruitless. Looking over at Lex, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Lex, I don't know what to say. I mean from the time that we met in the stables; I could feel something from you. You always thought you were covering up your feelings, but I knew better. You poised Clark to take over when Whitney disappeared, even pushed him into it. You bought the Talon, which you and I both know that even to this day is the one red mark in your accounting books. You paid for Paris, met me at the airport. I remember the look you gave me like you were happy to see me explore my options and yet sad that I was leaving. You met me in Paris before I met Jason. I had not seen the real Paris until you showed it to me – you are truly the romantic without wanting to flaunt it. Then you got Jason fired, which at the time I was angry about, and saved me from Genevive's death wrap." Lana paused, getting up and walking around the room.
Still pacing in the little room, she continued, "I mean you admitted that you kept the Talon open for sentimental reasons. You're a Luthor and you just put that out there. And only you and I will ever know that you stayed overnight that one night in Paris – I mean I know we didn't do anything but having your arms around me was so different – you made me feel like a person, not a little girl." Lana reached out and touched his face, careful not to touch the bruises, but to run her fingers ever so slightly over his lips. His brain did respond by his lips barely twitching at her touch. She smiled and sighed.
Taking a deep breath, she grasped his hand. "Lex it's been a long time coming. I hit on you my freshman year of high school – you hit on me when your personality split and then you apologized. I wish you never had – I wanted you then and I still want you now. As much as I have tried to be with Clark, there something that you do to me, even laying there, that is uncontrollable. I'm in love with you Lex." She breathed a sigh again and waited for a sign. "Come on Lex, I know you're in there." She cried harder as she grabbed his hand and kissed it. She waited a few more quiet moments. Nothing.
Lana let go of his hand and touched his face. She hoped something – anything would send her a signal that he was in there somewhere. Nothing. She slunk down in the chair, wrapping her arms up around her knees and cried into arms as she could hear the heart monitor slow down slightly.