Clark Kent & Lana Lang

Yeah, just had this on my mind, so I thought Id type it up. Future fic Clark is about to become super-homem , but before he does, he has one last wish to grant.

The door to the Talon, made the familiar chime signaling a customer.

“ We’re closed,” Lana said, not looking up, as she wiped down the tables.

“ Hi,” a meek voice came from behind her. She knew that voice, it was the one that had killed her parents upon his arrival to Earth: Clark’s voice.

She wheeled around glaring at him” What?” she asked, hiding her broken coração behind an annoyed and angry facade.

“ I.. I.., when I left,...

Clark was at the talon.
Lois:Hey,smallville?
Clark:hey,where's lana?
Lois: she's with Chloe doing something.
Clark:like what?
Lois:Sorry,smallville i don't have a clue.
Clark:Lois are you lying.
Lois:Clark Kent! you think i'm a liar!
Clark:Well...
Lois:Your so irresponsible!
Clark:Well at least i don't act like a three ano old! (he smiled)
Lois:(gasp) someday Clark Kent someday i will Karate chop you like a pork chop SOMEDAY!
Clark:Yeah sure...
lois:Can you leave your wasting my Lois time?
Clark:"Lois Time"?
Lois:Just Get out!
Clark:Sheesh someone is atuação like a three ano old (he laughs)
Lois threw a muffin...

Clark lay on the sofá of his dark living room. Lois slept in the bedroom on their king sized mattress. He groaned, running his hands through his curls. Sighing, he pulled the blanket up to his chest. He glanced down at his watch; 3:47… work in 3 hours. It wasn’t looking like he was going to be getting any sleep tonight.

He got off the sofá and pulled on his jeans and walked across the room to the shut door of the bedroom. The door opened with a loud creak and he froze as Lois stirred. When she settled, he made his way carefully to the closet and pulled out a fresh shirt. He pulled the...

It is late morning, the dia after the end of cyborg. Clark sits dejectedly in his celeiro as he contemplated his last conversation with Lana.

I just can keep doing this to Lana. I amor her too much, and I’m torturing her with disappointment after every false hope I give her. I really have to choose what I want more, her safety or her lov...

“Clark”, said a soft voice.

“Um, hi Lana” he managed, surprised that he was so wrapped up in his misery that he didn’t hear her approach to the barn.

“Clark, I thought I’d tell you that I had a talk with Chloe last night”, she told him, with a...