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.

[ooc: For likely_evil, a Sam/Lana future fic with the prompt Snowball. The muses will hate me for this.]

Lana takes her place behind the tractor, scooping up the nearest patch of snow and quickly packing it into the most perfect ball she can manage. This week marks the anniversary of the day they'd met, the first one without an apocalypse hanging over their heads, and they celebrate with an entirely different kind of battle, one she's set on winning.

She loads up on ammo before carefully peaking around the side of the machine, looking for her man. He's doing the same over near the car, so she hides again, waiting, listening for the crunch of his boots against the snow.

When she thinks he's close enough, she stands and strikes the first blow.

Unfortunately, her aim is off.

Lana gasps and covers her mouth, staring in horror as she stares at Sam, hunched over and holding his groin.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?"

He thought being with him would be the death of her, but thinking about life without him felt like it would kill her anyway.

[ooc: Not posting to the community. Too much angst.]

I miss my Sammys.




And my Ruby.

[ooc: Sam is likely_evil, Dean is hasperkynipples and Clark is solarsentinel. Takes place in All Jacked Up.]

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?
Are you holding back like the way I do?
Cause I've tried and tried to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going away

It was nearing two months since she'd discovered she was pregnant. She was finally getting used to the idea of being a parent, even though it still scared her if she let herself dwell a little too long. She made every attempt to reduce stress, to take things a little easier, which meant less work and more sleep. The morning sickness was beginning to give way to random and sometimes very strange cravings, and there always seemed to be a man around trying to wait on her. Clark was the worst of them. If she could have punched him without hurting herself, she would, but instead she settled for scowling.

However, mood swings and unconventional pizza toppings were the least of her concerns.

While she carried the child of one Winchester, she was developing feelings for the other. It felt so wrong, given the situation, but she couldn't help herself. Sam was just someone she could sit and talk to for hours on end, intelligent and sensitive with the dorkiest sense of humor, but that's why he could make her laugh no matter which direction her hormones decided to drag her. There were times when he looked at her that her chest tightened and she could barely breathe, times when he touched her that her whole body would warm on contact. There were times when she wanted so badly to kiss him, even thought maybe he wanted the same, but she didn't. Her chance with him had gone with that one bad choice, so she would learn to ignore this, and one day, it would go away.

No, no it wouldn't. She'd be lying to herself if she said it would. This dancing around him was already driving her insane and it just seemed to be getting worse. Her mind told her she shouldn't, but she just had this suspicion that someday soon her mood was going to swing his way, and she had no idea how she was going to deal with it.

"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?

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