Lana Lang (
manorsuperman) wrote2009-04-11 02:57 pm
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Sickly Confessions with
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Lana wanted out of her house and back to the office, like now. She hadn't spent this much time in her still very new home since her vacation, which was boring enough on its own. Now that she thought about it, she'd never even had a house warming for this place, just told the important people in her life where she could be found. She had been so focused on her work that she hadn't even thought about it.
God, she was turning into a workaholic.
But she enjoyed her work. Didn't that make it okay?
No. No, she knew it didn't. She needed to have time for other things, for a life.
For the times when Sam would show up unexpected and make love to her.
Sam wasn't here right now, though. She was alone, laying back on the couch, cuddling her bear and waiting on her guest to arrive. Where the hell was Clark?
God, she was turning into a workaholic.
But she enjoyed her work. Didn't that make it okay?
No. No, she knew it didn't. She needed to have time for other things, for a life.
For the times when Sam would show up unexpected and make love to her.
Sam wasn't here right now, though. She was alone, laying back on the couch, cuddling her bear and waiting on her guest to arrive. Where the hell was Clark?
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"Not that I won't. I mean, it's going to come up, but..." She looks down, moving her eyes but not her head. "He was here a few weeks ago. Just...showed up at my door without a phone call or anything. His brother had just gotten out of the hospital and..." She pauses for a second and closes her eyes. A tear slides out, but when she speaks again her voice sounds the same. "And he just...broke down. At first I couldn't really understand, so I just listened and tried to piece everything together." Another tear, this one she wipes away as she laughs a little. "And for some reason I decided then was a good time to tell him how I really felt about him."
Now she looks back up at him. "You should have seen how scared he was, Clark. He kept begging me to take it back, saying, "they'll kill you if they know," how everyone he loves dies..." She lowers her head. As much as she just rambled on, she suddenly feels lost for words.
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She loves him, and Sam's biggest concern is protecting her. If Clark could get headaches, he thinks he'd probably be getting one right about now. Calling this 'familiar' just isn't funny anymore.
Clark lowers his head and prepares to tell her something they've never really talked about. A long list, yes, but he thinks this is fairly relevent. "Lana, when we broke up a few weeks after my dad died, I did it because I thought I was protecting you. I couldn't put you at risk without you knowing about me, and ...I couldn't tell you. So I think I have a pretty good idea how scared Sam is about doing the same thing."
There's a hesitation as he hazards a glance over at her. "The difference here is he's starting to tell you about his life, whatever it is. I don't think he'd do that if he didn't care, or if he didn't want you around." His gaze returns to his hands in his lap. "You don't let people in if you think you're going to have to push them away."
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"Sam and I...it's like...we were supposed to find each other...we're..."
She wants to say more, but she's afraid to. Soulmate is a big word to use for someone who might be dead tomorrow.
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"Terrifying, isn't it?"
But he does know exactly how she feels.
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"More than Zod."
It shouldn't be that way, but it is.
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"Well, thankfully, it does get easier."
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She breathes a soft sigh. She feels better now, at least emotionally.
"Thank you. I really appreciate you coming here and listening to me talk about someone you've never even met."
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He reaches over to squeeze her hand again. "I hope the 'never net' part changes, though. Someone has to give him the 'don't hurt her or I'll hurt you' talk."
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"You wouldn't really hurt him, though, would you? I mean, things happen."
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"Well, I think I'm going to chalk this conversation up as a success, if you don't mind."
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Beat.
"Would it help if I promised to just think you're getting fat?" There just might be a hint of a mischievous smile behind that.
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