Thank you very much for the reviews, here is the next chapter. Because I've completed this fic I will update maybe once or twice a day until I have posted the whole thing. Thanks heaps, Lise, xoxo
Chapter4:
8 Months Later- A plane approx 20 mins outside of Fairbanks, Alaska:
'Life changes, evolves, we all move on,
more notes added to the ever playing song.
Life changes, but that is expected,
For good or bad? That needs to be reflected.
I long for days long past,
Wishing my future to come by fast.
I'm stuck in limbo, somewhere in between.
Everything's going wrong, or so it seems.
Bad things are happening to the world around,
In my life too, with colors and sound.
The melody changes, too high, too low.
Nothing seems to ever flow.
Life changes but I stay the same.
Is it my fault? Am I to blame?
The answer is no, of that I'm sure.
In the scheme of things I'm nothing. No less. No more.'
I furiously scribble my thoughts in a leather-bound journal, a long lost passion of my Mom's recently awakened within myself. Seemingly refreshing to bear my soul. I re-read the words, my innermost thoughts, not realizing until this very moment how hopeless I feel in the situation. Smallville's still roaming the world, I haven't seen him since that night in Metropolis and the only solid evidence I have of him are his pesky notes.
Mrs. Kent has taken on Mr. Kent's senatorial position, using all her resources to locate her missing son, but to no avail. And to top it all off, my funds are starting to run low because the General's royally pissed with me and refuses to help. Chlo had been a huge help but there is only so much she can do from Metropolis. I feel so alone, I tilt my head back and look to my left out the window, watching the clouds pass by. My eyes drift out of focus as I return to my thoughts of futility. A black and red blur shoots by and I swear waves at me.
"Holy s--t! I'm going crazy."
"Dude! What was that out the window?" a rather annoying guy next to me asks, I roll my eyes.
"Clouds," I knock on the window, "ain't nothing but clouds out there."
"Sure, whatever." The fasten seatbelts sign flashes so I comply and sit back for yet another landing.
45 Minutes later- Fairbanks International Air Terminal:
I snatch my bag from the conveyor belt, ready to smack the next horny guy in the face that approaches me. I storm off to the exit, mingling in with the young crowd making their exit for a hot and steamy vacation. I feel so old around these people my own age, this ordeal forcing me to grow up a lot sooner than I wanted to. I mentally bash myself for whining like Pinky and brooding like Smallville.
Speaking of, a dark mop of curls stands out above the crowd. I push and shove my way through the glass doors. The blast of cold air hitting me full force. I look from the left to the right and then make a full 360º turn but I can't see Smallville or anyone even near his profile. I sigh heavily, zip up my jacket and begin the arduous task of hailing a cab.
A long way down the street, Kal watches Lois with a smirk. Lust clearly written on his face, "I can't believe you never got a piece of that pie Clarkie boy, but I swear, I will."
From deep within Clark Kent begins yelling and screaming; "You leave her alone you bastard!"
"Whatever Clarkie, just sit back and enjoy."
"No." Clark whispers as he fades further into nothingness and begins to sob. Kal continues to watch Lois until her cab's long out of sight. He smirks once again and takes off in a flash.
A bar in Fairbanks, Alaska:
"The Ice-Berg. Now that's original." Several faces turn towards me, glaring. I return a whatever look and head straight for the bar. I think I'll have vodka tonight, a change from the Beam.
"Hey, how you doing? A double shot of Smirnoff thanks."
"Sure thing little lady." I glare at the barkeep as he turns around to get my order.
"Whoa, check that ass out!" I'm forcefully slapped on my rear.
"You didn't just do that!" I keep my back turned.
"I didn't do anything baby." The moron slaps me again. I turn around and begin to crush his hand. The blonde moron has a pained look on his face.
"Aww, so sweet, we're holding hands." I punch him in the nose with my spare hand. Blood immediately begins to gush. "You b---h!"
His friends who were hanging in the background now approaching me. Hands rest on my shoulders behind me, preventing me from turning around when a familiar voice speaks up…
"That isn't any way to treat a lady."
The merry band of morons step closer, the locals look on amused, "And who are you buddy?" In a challenging tone. I quickly slip out of the vice like grip, wrap an arm around Smallville's well toned body,
"My boyfriend, now if you don't mind we'd like to enjoy a few quiet drinks." Clark smirks as he puts an arm around my shoulders, biceps bulging. The moron's retreat, taking their fallen comrade with them, "Sorry dude!"
Not ready to deal with reality quite yet, I turn to face the bar, downing my drink. Smallville placing a $100 bill on the bar, "Can I have a bottle of Smirnoff and 2 shot glasses….cheers."
The barkeep quickly producing the requested items and snatching the bill. Smallville grabs his order and heads to a booth in the furthermost corner of the dimly lit establishment. He sits and indicates for me to join him. Leaning back against the bar, I size up the stranger in my friend's body. He smirks, obviously thinking that I'm checking him out.
I smirk slyly and raise my eyebrows. Still not completely sure about his newfound confidence. Confidence that radiates off him in tidal waves. He leans back, entirely sure of himself, stretching his arms along the back of the booth. His shirt pulling tight, showing off his magnificent pecks and sculpted arms. I find myself walking towards him, as if under a spell. I now spend more time taking in his appearance, his skin more bronzed; muscles are definitely more defined; his hair slightly longer and a lot curlier than last time and his eyes. While still being the most captivating eyes I have ever seen, they are not the innocent eyes of the farm boy I've grown to love.
I falter in my step as I mentally kick myself for indulging in such thoughts. Thankful that Kryptonians can't read minds, or can they? 'Damn it Lane, focus!'
"Thought you were gonna take all night." He smiles at me, almost the same charming Kent smile. A drink lay out before me. I sit quietly and down the shot in one fluid movement.
"So Lois, have you changed your mind?" I grin at him, knocking back another drink as I remember my earlier conversation with Chlo. I pour myself another drink, this time filling his glass as well; we simultaneously knock the drinks back. I stand up and head to the jukebox on the other side of the room.
I look back and see him quickly mask his disappointment with one of approval. I turn back to the jukebox and peruse the menu. Pink's latest album, 'I'm Not Dead', catching my eye. I scan down to find 'Cuz I Can' and make my selection. I slink back to our booth as Kal checks me out, I reach out to him and he obediently joins me a small distance from the booth. He begins to dance dangerously close; I deliberately move my body to the music, teasing him. I can hear his breathing change as his eyes become lustful. He licks his lips and leans in closer.
"Is that a yes?" He silently pleads with me. I wrestle within as I answer…
"Yes." Almost whispering, not sure whether I'm doing this because I have to or want to.
"I've got somewhere special to take you." He begins to grab me by the waist.
"Can we stay here for a little longer?" My voice soft, he nods with pleasure as I slide into the booth, Kal hot on my heels. His thigh pressed so close to mine. I reach for the bottle and start pouring and swallowing as many shots as I can to gain the courage I need to go through with the plan.
Kal smiles and begins to nuzzle my neck, my heart races and I'm no longer sure whether it's from the buzz or the alien. He nips my ear, I groan with pleasure. "Can we go now?"
"Oh God yes!" he grins, slides out of the booth and lifts me into his arms. I grab the almost empty bottle from the table and he lets out a small chuckle. I hug the bottle close and secretly finger the tiny lead box in my jacket pocket, hoping it doesn't come to that.
Kal carries me out of the Ice-Berg, several men whooping and cheering. His smile getting wider, he walks behind the building, "Just hold tight ok." I nod my head as he launches into the air. I don't even dare look down, instead observing his face, captured by his curls bouncing around his beautiful features.
Clark screams for Kal to just take Lois back to Smallville,"Please, please leave her alone. I'll disappear for all time if you just leave the people I love alone."
"Sorry Clarkie, she's mine, you had your chances and you blew it."
"You sorry son of a b---h, I'll kill both of us if you hurt her."
Clark is bombarded by Kal's laughter as he shrinks just a little further into nothingness.
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