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[Not connected to any Sam anywhere. Just me feeling really good about having written a prompt, even one so short. \o/ ]

He looks at her and sees someone who loves him unconditionally, something he can barely wrap his head around given the choices he's made. He sees the pain he's put her through, the pain he warned her would come. She deserves better, and he tries to push her away, but for some reason she pushes back. She's always there, waiting for him with open arms, forgiving each and every horrible mistake he makes. It's like she doesn't even see the darkness he knows is there.

He doesn't realize she sees him more clearly than anyone ever has. Her vision isn't as clouded as an older brother who only saw the boy he had taken care of his whole life, or a demon who only saw someone destined to lead them out of the pit. She saw someone like her, someone who was so many things to those around him, though none of those things were actually him. They were both just imperfect people who just wanted to be accepted for who they were.

If Lana can be that for him, she is more than willing.

[ooc: Written for the lovely lady behind

likely_evil. Not binding, just an attempt at cheering up a friend while trying to get back into the swing of things. Hope you like short and ~~crappy~~ sweet, baby. I'm out of practice.]

Sam had stopped calling when he was in Smallville, not that he'd ever really done so in the first place. He would just randomly turn up, waiting on her porch after work, at the stables when she went to ride, in her office wearing nothing but boots and a trench coat. Sometimes he just let himself in and crawl into bed with her. This time, however, he was waiting for her in that bed, and it didn't take her very long to strip down and join him.

( Read more... )

[ooc: It's been a long time since this request was made, but I said I would and now I have. Wee!Lana and wee!Chloe in their own little wee!AU. Wee!Clark mentioned as well. Sorry but I have no wee!icons and I'm too lazy to look/make.]

Lana was sitting there by herself, carefully drawing a picture of a horse. She liked to draw, she decided, and since she liked horses so much, that should be what she drew. It was a brown horse with a star on his face. A very pretty one, she thought.

When she looked up from her paper, she saw something that was not very pretty at all. It was gross. Very, very gross.

Her friend caught the look of ick on her face and came to join her.

"What?"

"Chloe! You kissed him!"

Chloe grinned big. "Yep!"

"But he's a boy."

"I know. I think he's cute."

"I'll never kiss a boy," Lana said as she went back to her drawing. "Especially not Clark."

Chloe glanced back at the farm boy, now hiding his head in a book. "Suit yourself."

[ooc: Dedicated to

poor_imitation and his mun.]

She was surprised at how he embraced her favorite holiday so readily, but it wasn't as if she could complain.

( Spoilers for SPN 5.04 The End )

[ooc: This is...weird, but the idea came, and I've had a hard time writing anything, so I'm going with it. Basically an AU of SPN 3.11 Mystery Spot. Dean/Lana. Yes, that's what I said. The things I write to get out of a rut.]

( If you finish that sentence, I swear to GOD... )

[ooc: Clone =

perfectreplica. BRB, playing mad scientist.]

That son of a bitch.

She thought she'd destroyed the only clone Lex had ever made of her, but here she was, staring at herself. Sure, maybe there was a chance she had a look-a-like out there that she didn't know about, but here, in Metropolis? What were the odds?

Lana watched the woman from the safety of her car. It was like looking back in time. She wore her hair long like she had for most of her life. She seemed so carefree, her smile bright and a bounce in her step. If this was her clone, she must not have a different set of memories. After all that had happened to her, Lana could never be that innocent again. It was almost sad to think about.

The sound of a horn brought her out of her thoughts. Right, Lana, you're still in the street. And having coffee at a nearby cafe apparently.

Looked like she'd be busy after lunch.

[ooc: Also a

charloft drabble, Incarcerated!Lana for

likely_evil. Not binding to any muse, just fun AU goodness ~~or so I hope~~.]

Lana took a sip of her coffee as she stared at what she knew was a two way mirror. Lex Luthor was dead and she was the prime suspect. The turn of the door nob caught her attention, and she watched as the tall black man swaggered into the room.

"Lana Luthor." He nodded to himself. "Guess you took the mentality along with the name."

"I didn't kill my husband, Agent Henriksen. Look at me. Do you really think I could manage something like that?"

"No, not alone." A folder hit the desk, Sam's Little Rock mugshot on the top of the pile. "I think your psycho demon-chasing boyfriend gave you a little help."

"Lex had plenty of enemies. Neither of us had anything to do with it."

Henriksen rested his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward. "If you didn't kill him, Lana, then tell me, what were you doing at the time of the murder?"

Lana leaned forward calmly, mirroring him, not at all intimidated. "Sam."

"Excuse me?"

She gave him a small grin. "I was doing Sam."

He looked at her in disbelief. "You're using sex as an alibi?"

She shrugged. "It's the truth." Her head tilted a little. "Tell me, Agent Henriksen, how did I manage to kill the great Lex Luthor when I was pinned to the bed of a hotel room? You've seen Sam. He's huge." She raised her eyebrows. "And I do mean huge."

He looked at her for a moment before pushing himself back up to a standing position. "You're as bad as Dean, you know that?"

Her grin grew into a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Lana didn't usually speak so bluntly about her sex life, but Henriksen's reaction was well worth it.

[ooc: Character death. Not as major as the last one, but still pretty big.]

( She leaned to place a single red rose over the fresh grave. )

[ooc: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! Which should be obvious, but maybe not. Speculation for the Smallville season finale.]

( sempiternam requiem :: eternal rest )

[ooc: Because jealous!Sam muse is jealous of his brother. I appease him because I love him...and because Lana will make my head hurt if I don't.]

( AU The Monster At the End of This Book, which means spoilers. )

[ooc: For the Pick A Type meme:

boy_scout requested Needs-a-Hug!Lana. Warning for character death. Post-series AU with an Oliver/Lana pairing, but has nothing to do with the current line with

gallant_archer.]

( They were gone... )

[ooc: Filling the request of

shaman_x made a couple of months ago for Plana. Yet another AU Bride piece.]

( The wedding was a disaster. )

[ooc: ~~Lame!prompt response is lame.~~ Filling the request of

reporter_chloe made a couple of months ago for what she refers to as "Lanois". AU Season 8, negative Brainiac and Clana hookup. Doesn't apply to any Lois muses out there, of course. Unless you want it to, but I seriously doubt that. It's slightly femmeslashy, but not really. I would rate it...a high PG13. I warned, so don't yell at me. It's just an inside joke, anyway.]

( This isn't going to work, Lois. )

[ooc: AU...well...the whole series. You'll see what I mean.]

( You have a visitor, Miss Lang. )

[ooc: Filling the request of

fever_crusade for "a cute little platonic fic with Lana and Martha." And also because Martha should have been at that wedding! Slightly AU, may be considered Bride spoilery, but I don't really think so. Behind the cut, just in case. Hope you like it!]

( 'Please, Lana, I think after all this time you're allowed to call me Martha.' )