Lana Lang

Langchester: In which there is an emotional reunion. Spoilers for Smallville Season 10 (barely, we live in AU Land) and Supernatural Season 6.

Little Girl Blue: In which Lana may just have a Clark-like whitelighter of her very own. Fingers totally crossed.

Five Before Flying: In which there are awkward beginnings.

There are no words for how emo this is.

Spoilers for SPN 5.22.

"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.

( *** )

"Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated."

She thought they'd gotten past this. She'd made it clear on multiple occasions that the danger of being with him didn't bother her. She didn't want to be safe. Safe was barely living if it meant being without him. He knew that, and she thought he'd accepted it. Somewhere between leaving Dean and their first fight, something had changed.

"I love you, but I can't do this anymore. Goodbye, Lana."

Smallville, though generally undeveloped and open, currently felt very closed off and smothering, and even the thought of work in Metropolis seemed overwhelming. Lana had to get away, so she boarded a private plane destined for a new set of wide open spaces and sent out a text message to everyone she knew.

Don't worry, don't call. I just need some time alone.

[ooc: I'm leaving this open for anyone to reply to by text or phone call. Depending on who is calling, she may or may not pick up her phone. If not, feel free to leave a voicemail.]

"Life is under no obligation to give you what you expect."

So he wasn't exactly expecting her. Honestly this wasn't where she was expecting to be, either. Lana and Oliver both lead very busy lives, and their day by day activities were pretty much planned out for them at least a week in advance. In addition to their regular jobs, Oliver was moonlighting as Green Arrow, and Lana had her own little side projects that she kept to herself. It left little time to really get together and chat.

Today, however, she'd had the opportunity to go and stretch her legs, and on this walk of hers she'd passed by a pet store. Any other time it may have reminded her of Shelby, but this time she thought of Loxley, the adorable little kitten the archer had taken into his home. She took the opportunity to get her a little something, just a simple squeaky ball, the color green, of course. As soon as she'd walked out the door, she decided to follow the whim through and hand deliver the gift right away.

Part of her knew this wasn't about the cat. She wanted to see Ollie. She missed him.

The pain was the first thing Lana felt that morning. Why did she do this to herself? Drinking never helped the loneliness. All it did was leave her with nights she couldn't remember and the worse hangovers anyone could imagine. But she did it anyway. She should know better, she told herself. She should have more sense.

Even though she didn't feel like it, she sat up and turned to put her feet to the floor, keeping her eyes closed for a few seconds. It was when she opened them that she realized she was naked in a room that didn't belong to her.

Oh God, she didn't.

She turned her head just enough to see another body and let out a soft groan in response.

Oh God, she did.

( *** )

A kissing booth. Not exactly her idea of a fundraiser, but it was something the kids were wanted to do, so she went with it. All were willing, all were legal (or close enough), and they seemed like they were having a lot of fun...

Part of her still felt so wrong about it, though. It's not prostitution, no, but she still felt like a pimp.

"Lana!"

She turned to see her assistant, smiling from ear to ear. "Having fun, Margret?"

"Margie," she said, only slightly annoyed. "Why can't you just call me Margie like everyone else?"

"Sorry. Habit. And you didn't answer my question."

"I waaas...and now, it's your turn." The cheeky brunette took hold of her employer's arm and tried to pull her toward the booth she had formally occupied.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Lana wasn't letting herself be lead. "I agreed to let you put this on, but I never said I'd participate!"

"Aw, come on, Lana!" Margie pleaded. "It would be good! Everyone wants to kiss the manager of ISIS! Plus, you need to set an example for all of us."

"A better example would have been to scrap this idea in the first place."

Margie gave her a look, one she couldn't have gotten away with a few months later.

Lana was starting to fold under the pressure. "Can't you just illusion yourself into me?"

"You're right here!"

"I could hide."

"Lana...come on." Her face was more serious now. "Do it for me, and all the people like me that we still have to help."

Lana sighed, knowing there was no way to argue with that. No way she could think of, anyway.

She made her way to the booth, and greeted yet another of her clients turned employee.

"David."

He patted her shoulder and gave her a soft grin. "Lighten up, boss. It's for a good cause."

She just sighed again. "Hypocrisy, thy name is Lana."

[ooc: Kisses are $5, as many as you want, as long as you can pay. Though if you're a jerk, expect Lana to punch you in the face. Money raised so far: $25]