Chapter 1: Kidnapped
"Lana," Clark pulled open the door to see the girl standing in front of him. Lana's long Raven hair curled around her cheeks and hung gently over her shoulders. "Hey," she smiled at him, it gave him butterflies. "Come in," he moved back and let the door open. "Thank you," she chuckled and stepped in. "What's going on?" He pulled out a chair and sat down, as did she. "Nothing really, just came to see you. I was thinking," she began, "since Chloe moved, and Lex doesn't want anything to do with me anymore, you're really the only person I have left." "Well, what about Lois?" he smiled at his own words. "She's alright, but she's never really around. I don't know. Isn't it just weird that all of our friends are leaving and we're the only two still her?" she shifted her weight in the chair, causing it to creak gently. "Kind of, maybe it's fate," he could fell his cheeks warm and he knew that they were turning pink. "Maybe," she nodded.
Clark's eyes met Lana's. Her eyes were hazel and he felt as though he could stare at her forever. He loved when she wore the light orange shirt she had draped over her delicate body because it complimented both her hair and her eyes. "So," she began, "what are Clark Kent's plans for this fine rainy day?" 'Nothing, just going to sit around and watch movies," he explained, glancing at the clear window. Rain fell angry against the house and pelted the tall tree in his yard. "Do you want some company?" she offered. "Yeah, that sounds great," his attention was turned back toward her. "So, what first?" he stood and walked into the living room. "I don't care. What are our options?" she followed him intently.
Clark knelt by the box where the tapes and DVD's were, "well, we have Blades of Glory, Romeo and Juliet, The Butterfly Effect, Ten Things I Hate About You, Titanic." "How about Titanic?" Lana questioned. "Alright," he smiled as he gripped the DVD and took out the silver coated disk. "I'll put it in if you want," she inched toward him and put her hand on his arm to get his attention. Chills twisted up and down his arms at her touch and he gulped hard, "o-okay." "Okay," she chuckled at his apparent nervousness and took the DVD from him. His eyes followed her as she walked to the television set. Why does she do that to me? I think she knows how nervous she makes me.
"Are you coming?" Lana yelled, watching the screen, which was still at the menu. "Yes," Clark said as he sat by her. "Good, because I wasn't ready to watch a two and a half hour movie by myself. That wouldn't be fair, now would it?" her finger hit his nose, causing him to shiver. "Cold chill?" she giggled, making him smile. "No," he replied vaguely. "Okay," she whispered. "Do you have the remote?" he asked. "No," she shook her head. His stomach twisted into knots when she stretched over him to grab the remote that sat on the arm of the chair. Her hand brushed against his stomach when she sat back down, "sorry," she stared at the remote, searching for the play button. "There," she aimed at the television and pushed the small triangle.
Time passed and credits swam across the screen. "Is that your favorite movie or something?" Clark asked. No response. "Lana?" he looked at the spot beside him, where Lana was sleeping gently. "Hey wake up," he shook her, only causing her to scoot closer to him. She sighed when she lay her head on his arm. She's clingy in her sleep, he noted. His eyes shut slowly when she ran her hand across his chest and let it rest on the other side. "I love you," he whispered and let his lips fall softly against her forehead, "you're amazing."
…"What time is it?" Lex said in to the phone. "Four fifteen, sir. They're both asleep," Shaky, Lex's current 'assistant' explained. "Go in and get them. Don't wake them up, or you'll be the one locked in a cage," Lex threatened, "is the circuit ready?" "All ready," Shaky said, "I'm going in right now.