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xFrayed at the Edges
The morning sun shone brightly on Lana's face, creeping through the blinds. Lana pulled the pillow underneath her head and placed it over her face, "Not yet," she murmured. She lied there for another moment or so before the clock in the small motel room went off. Groaning loudly, Lana threw the pillow away from her, and sat up, shutting the annoying alarm off. There was no point in trying to fall back asleep now. Slowly standing up, Lana stretched and headed for the bathroom. She was in for a long day.
After picking up her rental car, Lana found herself driving the all too familiar road leading to the Kent farm. Getting closer, Lana's mind began to wonder. What if the Kent's didn't live there anymore? What if things went horribly wrong, what if they wouldn't even speak to her for not keeping in contact.
"Of course they still live there," Lana spoke aloud to herself, "Mr. Kent would die before he gave up that farm."
This struck another thought, what if Martha or Johnathon Kent had died. The last time she was here, Johnathon's heart wasn't in the best condition. A wave of guilt swept over Lana, she felt guilty for not calling to say hi every now and then, to check and see how everyone was.
Lana bit her lip, her heart began to beat wildly in her chest and nerves overcame her when she saw the familiar red barn in the short distance.
"No turning back now," she whispered approaching the dirt drive way.
Turning onto the gravel, she took a deep breath, nearing the large yellow house. Finally throwing the car into park, Lana stepped out and took in the scenery. Everything still looked pretty much the same, Martha Kent's yellow sunflowers were as vibrant as ever and the house just as inviting as she remembered. Looking towards the barn, Lana fought the urge to go and check it out…to see how much it had changed... to see if Clark was up there. She couldn't count the number of times she walked up the steps to the familiar loft, the loft she knew like the back of her hand, always to find Clark. Staring up at the opening in the loft for only moment, Lana shook her head and made her way towards the house.
Knocking slightly on the door, Lana waited. No one answered, so she knocked again. Still no answer. Lana debated whether or not to leave a note, but decided against it. What would she say, 'Hey, it's Lana, I just stopped by, even though you haven't heard from me in forever. Tell Clark I said hi.' Lana laughed at herself and decided maybe she would stop by later or tomorrow. If she didn't run into Clark, it was fate, they weren't meant to.
"Lois, this weekend is going to be wonderful, my parents are going to be happy to see us," Clark smiled turning into his driveway. It had been a long drive from Metropolis to Smallville, but Lois still didn't know about his powers, so he had to do it the hard way. He couldn't believe Perry had given them both the weekend off! That was definitely a first.
"I know, it's just that, I really wanted to get a head start on that mayor scandal and having this weekend off would have been the perfect time to do it," Lois huffed.
Clark laughed, "What happened to the Lois I couldn't get to leave Smallville? Now I can hardly get you to go back."
"Well," Lois smiled sly up at Clark, "I now have the one thing I always stayed for."
"So that's why you were always bugging me, I always knew you had a thing for me."
Lois scooted closer to Clark in the truck, "How could I not?" She kissed him on the cheek then turned to look at the car on the side of the driveway, "Who's car is that?"
Just noticing the black Grand Prix, Clark answered, "I don't know, never seen it before."
Shutting off the truck, Clark and Lois both got out. Glancing up at the porch, Lois pointed, "I'm guessing it probably belongs to that person."
Clark followed the direction in which Lois was pointing and saw the back of a petite woman knocking on his front door. His stomach began doing flips, something about her was oddly familiar. Although he could only see her from the back, he got the distinct feeling he knew her.
Lost in her own thoughts, Lana didn't hear the truck pulling into the gravel driveway or the doors shutting. Deciding it was best to leave now, she turned around.
Clark's breath caught, staring up at the woman who now faced him. His suspicions were confirmed. He did know her, well at least he used to know her. It had been six years since he'd seen Lana Lang, and now there she stood. More beautiful than he could remember, her large almond shaped hazel eyes still sparkling.
Lana stood rooted to the spot. There was Clark Kent, staring at her without blinking. The way he was looking at her made the butterflies in Lana's stomach multiply. Gulping, Lana regained her composure and made her way down the steps and toward the man she could never forget.
Clark's heart was beating faster than he could ever remember as Lana got closer. He was at a lost for words, so he said the only word that came to mind, "Hi."
Lana didn't know what to say either, not noticing Lois standing off to the side, she slightly a nervous smile, "Clark...hi."