Chapter 2
"Lana!" Clark said and then fell to the ground. So Lana walked up to him and kissed him and he kissed him back even though his face became green and he could barely breathe. Love was obviously more important than pain. Duh. And something as stupid and silly as physical pain wasn't going to get in the way of their love. Especially since he always healed and was back to "normal" as soon as he was away from her. And then he went right back for more. After saving the world, that is.
Clark pulled away for a second, panting. He stared into Lana's eyes. She was still so beautiful, so powerful. And as much as he tried not to love her, he never could.
"I don't want to hurt you, Clark," Lana said. "You could be with Lois. It would be simple and you wouldn't get hurt all the time."
"I don't mind, Lana, you know that. And besides, I thought Lois was dead….?"
"That was a dream, Clark, silly, last time you passed out. You really think I would team up with the Joker?"
"Well…"
"We need to meet up less often, Clark. I hate seeing you in pain." But she couldn't stand to be away.
Clark took a breath to ready himself but it was no use, the room was filled with Kryptonite…and it was all inside Lana. Funny Chloe's kryptonite power – kryptonite in her heart – and he never felt it. Hmmm. The writers should work on that. Maybe Chloe also has lead in her heart?
No matter. There Lana was, short dark hair, smoky eyes, a far-off look on her face. She looked so sad. Clark put his hand on her shoulder – it was weird, there was the sensation of the kryptonite (burning pain) but there was also the sensation of Lana's soft skin – it was like his body was fighting which one to feel. It felt both anyways. And he was so in love that it didn't matter. He'd stay by her side till he passed out and then she'd super-speed off so he could heal and then they'd meet again next weekend.
"Clark…" Lana whispered.
"Lana….I love you. I always will. I can't stop, I can't make myself not feel anything for you. I don't want to."
He kissed her. Over and over and over again, ignoring the aching sensation in his lungs, focusing instead on what mattered more.
He kissed her until he felt his lungs constricting and he felt himself getting woozy and he knew he was going to pass out soon but he wanted his time with Lana to be longer this time. Once he passed out she'd run away and then he'd have to wait a whole week to see her again. They talked over the phone and through e-mail, but still….
He passed out.
To be continued….