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I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts

( Beware of angst. )

[ooc: More from Lana's new Charmed AU, which I've finally decided to name White Magic Woman. Clark is a NPC and therefore

planetbound, unless there's some crazy person out there who wants to indulge me later on.]

"There's no such thing as polishing the raised scepter of love too much. It reduces stress, it enhances immune function."

Lana grunted from her place on the concrete, trying to carefully push herself back with her scraped up hands so she could rest herself against the brick wall just a few inches behind her. She squinted back at where the demon had been to find just a small scattering of ash and the athame she'd thrown toward him, then turned her attention to her bloody hands.

Only a second or two after she called she saw the orbs of white swirl in the air, then his tall form standing over her. Kneeling down beside her, he stretched his hands out over hers, and she watched that all familiar glow, his power closing her wounds. As he continued, sensing just where she was hurting, even those places not visible to his eye, she recalled a conversation they'd had not so long ago.

( *** )

"Every man at some point in his life is going to loose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to loose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not loose himself."

Amazing how one person could seemingly make or break a world. How long Clark Kent had been gone from this one, she didn't know. If she kept track, she would feel the hole that was there since he and Doomsday destroyed each other. Everyone felt the loss, not just in Smallville, but in Metropolis as well. Lana hadn't counted the number at his funeral, but there was a crowd. She'd been there in body, and arm wrapped around the shoulder of his mother. Her mind, however, was barely present. Everything seemed cold and distant and despite in deep ache in her chest, she hadn't cried. Even now, after what seemed like an eternity, she hadn't.

( *** )

And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under

For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.

When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.

( But it never was, was it? )

[ooc: Open for RP with

likely_evil, if the idiot wants to call her.]

[ooc: This is Helter Skelter, before Sam and Ruby arrive in Smallville.]

It's a Motherfucker
Being here without you
Thinking 'bout the good times
Thinking 'bout the bad
And I won't ever be the same

Both of them knew the truth, the events of the past year had made it obvious. Clark Kent and Lana Lang just weren't meant to end up together. It was admitting it to themselves that had been the struggle. She was the one to make the break, and it was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do.

Until he left for the Fortress and didn't come back.

He'd told her she was welcome to stay as long as she wanted, so that's what she did. She stayed at the farm and waited for him to come home, but day after day the house was empty. Some nights she would lay in his bed and just cry. She hoped he was still out there somewhere, but what if he wasn't? How would she deal with that?

How would the world deal with that?

"You probably think this world is a dream come true... but you're wrong."

Lana Rousseau lived a blessed life. She had come a long way from that small town fairy princess who lost her parents. Paris was her dream and she was living it with a husband who loved her and two beautiful children. She'd had no real hardships since the day she left Smallville, and for that she was very thankful.

There were times, however, that the happiness she had felt—incomplete. When she would wake in the middle of the night to feed the baby, she would look at Pierre and feel something she couldn't explain, like she was looking at the ghost of something she couldn't place. She loved him more than she'd ever loved anyone and she wouldn't trade him for anyone else, but—there was something missing. It wasn't something that would replace this life, she knew, but something that would enrich it, push it from simple happiness to complete bliss.

Of course, she didn't know what that piece of the puzzle was, so she pushed those little feelings away. She still had her family and a purpose in life. That was enough for anyone.

[ooc: Set in Star-Crossed Metropolis. Sometime following this.]

It’s that same old song again
I hate it cause it's true

She had no idea how long she'd been trapped here. The last indication, a year and a half, was given to her by Lex, but that was months ago. How many was the question. The days all blurred into one another, no sunlight to indicate when one day began and the other ended, and no matter how much she'd steeled herself against it, the isolation was starting to get to her.

He didn't visit every day anymore. The decline was slow, but in her mind, deliberate. On the good days, she could care less. On the bad days, she missed him terribly. Lana needed that human connection as much as she needed water to drink, and he was the only one who ever stayed longer than a minute. She hated it, but she wanted him there.

The bad days got worse. Soon she didn't just want his presence. She wanted something more intimate, more physical. She took care of that burning on her own, but it didn't satisfy her very long. She needed the touch of another person. She had long given up on Clark, not that he ever touched her much to begin with. It was Lex who filled her thoughts, and the more time that passed, the more desperate she was for him.

One day he opened the cage and joined her, locking the door behind him. Though he wasn't accompanied by the usual guard or two, she didn't even consider running. Her eyes were completely focused on him. He had her right where he wanted her, and he knew it.

It wasn't long before clothes were dropping to the floor, before he was grabbing her by her hair and shoving her face first into the wall. She wished she could say she wasn't enjoying it, that she could stop the loud moaning and cursing that came from her mouth, but she couldn't. She was enjoying every second of it.

When it was over, Lana let herself sink to her knees, breathlessly leaning against the wall for support. She felt his arms go around her as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Come back to me. Be my wife again."

She felt that final piece of her will break as she answered in a way she never dreamed she would.

"Anything for you, Lex."

"Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard."

[ooc: Chloe is

reporter_chloe, Sam is

likely_evil and Dean is

winchesterjerk. And in case you're wondering—they actually did have this conversation after this little visit from Sam and I'm pulling things from their im log.]

We had sex. Just thought you'd like to know.

It took longer than usual for Chloe to answer the instant message.

...wha?

Lana rolled her eyes.

Sex. You know, that thing that people do naked? I had sex with Sam.

There was another delay. What was going on over there?

( *** )

[ooc: A twist on Bride, and the start of a new verse.]

"Sidney, are you gonna tell me what's going on? It's like a fucking episode of the OC in here."

His voice was the first thing she heard. The Green Arrow was standing over her, talking into an ear piece to someone he called Impulse.

Without his hood.

"Oliver Queen?"

( ~~~ )

I don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
[‘The Luckiest’ – Ben Folds Five]

Someone to turn her life upside down. It was exactly what she needed.

( *** )

[ooc: Applies to no muses. Just something I needed to write to stop my head from hurting.]

“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’?”

( Spoilers for Supernatural 4.20 )