Risk

Baby D Series Fanfiction

I DO NOT OWN any of the characters from the show "Smallville" only the character of Dana

Clark sat with Dana across his lap in the living room of his house. Dana lay with him, still unconscious but breathing normally. He stroked her hair wondering what was going on inside her head.

"Clark?" His father called from the doorway of the kitchen; "could I see you in here for a minute?" he cocked his head towards the kitchen as he was drying a mug with a towel. Clark looked back down at Dana again before gently lifting her head, sliding out from underneath her and putting a cushion in his place. He looked back at her before entering the kitchen and sitting down at the cedar kitchen table where his mother sat waiting.

"How is she?" His mother put a hand on his. "Anything new?"

"She's still not awake, no," he looked down at the yellow place mat.

"I hate to ask Clark, but what happened with Lex?" Jonathan sat down at the table after pouring himself and his son a cup of orange juice. He handed the cup to Clark.

"Well…" Clark hesitated. He knew what his parents' reaction was going to be.

"Well?" His father shook his head worried.

"Lex had the doctors checking Dana out, hooking her up to all of these machines…" he played with the handle of the cup.

"What?" Martha was short of breath.

"And.."

"There's an and?" She put her cup down.

"And the only way we could get him to let us leave without following us was if Dana promised that she would come back and tell Lex everything he wants to know about her…" He looked into his up and took a sip.

"Clark she can't! What if he goes public with it? What if he followed you guys here?" Jonathan got up to look out the window over the sink.

"He wouldn't risk it, he wants to know too badly." They all turned to see Dana standing in the doorway. Clark's mind flashed back to the last time she had done the same thing, standing in that same position in the same doorway.

"Dana, what are you doing? You should be resting," Martha turned to face her. Clark got up to meet her half way.

"I'm fine really, I feel much better," she smiled at his parents.

"Honey, are you sure? We saw you before, you could barely keep your eyes open," Martha shook her head.

"I feel better now, whatever Clark did, it worked."

"It was the ship, the ship brought you back." Clark piped up.

"It also knocked out power to nearly half the town," Jonathan chuckled. Dana then noticed that it was candlelight and oil lamps that lit the room.

"What about your powers, so you still have them?" Clark stood next to her at the table.

"I don't know, I haven't tried." Clark looked around the room for something.

"Here try them, see if you can light those candles over there," he pointed to a large blue candle next to the sink. They all watched as Dana stared hard at the candlewick but nothing happened.

"I can't, I can't do it," she exhaled with a sigh. "I'm sorry," she sniffled.

"Why are you sorry? Honey, don't be sorry, we're just glad that you're back." Martha smiled warmly. Clark held her close to him as she sniffled, resting his chin on her head.

"I don't care about the powers," he whispered to her, "I just don't want to lose you again." He gently kissed her head, and Jonathan, standing next to his wife put his hand on hers.

"Clark," Dana looked up at him, "can I talk to you outside for a minute?"

"Uh, yeah sure…" Clark looked over at his parents who nodded silently back at him. "We'll be right back." He held the door for Dana as she stepped out the door into the night. Silently and awkwardly they walked until the reached the loft in the barn. As she spread out a thick quilt on the ground in front of the bench, he noticed Dana yawning beside him as she looked out of the window into the vast stretch of the Kent farm.

"Dana?" Clark turned to her. She turned around to look at him. She said nothing but walked right past him, picked up his sweater off of the bench and sat down on the quilt, holding the sweater close to him.

"You're so lucky Clark, to have all of this, to have always had all of this." She looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. "I maybe I wouldn't be where I am now, if I had the kind of life you've had." She looked back down at the sweater, burying her head into the sweater with her knees curled up against her chest. Clark hurt and sorry at the same time, he didn't know how to respond to what she was saying.

"I'm scared Clark." She looked up again, as he sat down next to her on the quilt. As he did she leaned herself up against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "So many people know about me, they know I'm back and that I'm here. Lex knows about me too, and soon he's going to have his fill of information about me too. I mean I don't know how much more of all of this I can take," she stressed, shaking her head. Clark stroked her cheek. "Everyone knows about me, and I don't know how I'm going to stay out of…"

An image of the two of them, together in the cast bright, white space flashed in both of their minds, cutting Dana off in the middle of her sentence. In the vision, they stood together in the dead silence o the never-ending space, dressed both in white, barefoot and holding onto each other calmly, tightly, lovingly.

Slowly, Clark took he took his hand away from her cheek. Dana with her eyes still closed, exhaled slowly.

"Did you see it?" Clark smiled warmly at Dana who hadn't opened her eyes yet.

"Yeah," she finally opened her eyes, looking up into his. Clark could read the worry that lay deep within them. Although her dark skin glowed looking better than she had before, he eyes were crowded with negative thoughts.

"But we may never have that Clark."

"But we could Dana, and that's what you have to remember, that's what you have to think about." She paused for a moment, weighing the two thoughts against each other. Finally she sighed and lay her head down across Clark's lap, almost taking him by surprise at the gesture.

"Clark?" she quietly called up to him.

"Yeah?"

"Would you come with me to the Luthor's tomorrow?" Clark had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal with Lex at the mansion. He remembered how weak she was and how she struggled for every breath. He remembered that Lex had a blood sample and wondered how he was going to get it back.

Then he thought about what it would have been like if he was in the same situation. He wondered if he could have survived the lab tests and tortures that Dana had gone through when she was being held at the laboratory. It was hard not to think about because it could have been him, and if anybody found out about his secret, it could very well be him next.

"Dana," Clark sighed staring over at the window. She didn't respond. "Dana?" he looked down at her fast asleep in his lap.