Scenes from the Blue

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SPOILER WARNING: The below writing is usually around current season episodes of Smallville. Read at your liking.

CREDIT(s): FatiferousPoet (Clark), Eva (Lana) & Scribe (Diana) - Posted with permits from an RPG (and from Eva/Scribe).

SCENE SETTING PREWORK: Thinking he's dialing Chloe, Lana answers Clark's incoming call from within the Lex's Manor.







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November 6 in the year 2006
Smallville News Stand
Smallville, Kansas
U.S. of A.
Earth
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Lana watched as the kindling slowly begin to curl the offending pages of that big city rag one of her best friends considered the greatest paper in America. She could almost picture Cat, that bleach blonde muck raker's fake tanned face, in the flames.

There was even music in the background, though she didn't really think the Gorilliza's Feel Good went with paper burning. She shook her head realizing it was her phone going off. She pulled the phone from the back pocket of her jeans and flipped it open with out so much as looking at the caller ID.

“Yes?” She answered much more curtly then she normally would have.

"Hey! I'm glad I got you!" Clark didn't waste a power breathed moment, "Can you believe this shit? Did you read what our little friend wrote in this morning's Daily Planet about LuthorCorp and citing the 'princess' of Smallville? It's disgusting!! How can they print crap like that, that's what I want to know!! God! Doesn't it make you want to just.... just puke your guts out?!?"

Lana's eyes widened and a pang of guilt suddenly shot through her right behind the realization of who she was talking to. She still pulled the phone away from her ear to look at the caller ID. Clark it said in blue letters. She still had him on speed dial.

“Clark?” She asked quietly pulling her hair behind her ear.

About to go on, when the only response Chloe could give was his name, Clark blinked and all but stammered into the phone, "Lana...?"

The brunette looked at her phone again and walked to stand in the door way of the study looking out into the hall. She wasn't looking for Lex, honestly, she wasn't.

“Yes.”

What did he mean doesn't it want to make you puke your guts out?

“And since when did you start using that sort of language?”

"Uh," Clark gulped, feeling Smallville loser all over again. "I don't know. End of last semester?" He suddenly felt like a rated 'M' for mature, cheap television program or was it rated 'I' for Idiot? It was his turn to steal a glance at his phone to confirm he really made this outgoing call. Not that it changed anything. Clark tried to recover, "So, uh, what do you think of that article? Pretty bad, huh?" His face was turning as red as his flannel shirt. "Sorry you guys got, uh, attacked like that."

He physically winced, not wanting to APOLOGIZE for what the stupid article said about her and LEX of all people. Clark felt sick.

He called her to ask about the article? That didn't make any sense, they'd barely spoken for weeks.

“Well. . . Lex is Lex, so I should probably learn to deal with it.” Lana replied “It's just a bad week for Princess comments.” She added leaning her head to the door.

The distance between she and Clark had never been further and while she knew they had both made the right decision, by ending their continually doomed romance, a part of her couldn't help but regret that distance.

"Yeah," he glanced down at the date, "Happy early birthday....." The paper was closed and folded over, the Daily Planet front page blaring the month and year at him. "Sorry."

He never could bring himself to tell her that it was due to his arrival that caused her parents death. There was so much he had to tell her again, but never did.

She smiled thinly.

“Thank you, Clark.” She said with a nod of her head. “Nell wants to take me and... “

She stopped herself before saying the next word. She wasn't enough of a bitch to throw Lex in Clark's face when they talked. “...go out to dinner, probably Red Lobster. She claims its my favorite restaurant.”

Not a bad recovery she told herself.

He frowned, having mentally filled in the blank before she tried to back track and re-route. Clark guessed since he was covering up this whole intent in calling, he could let that one slide. Damn, but it stabbed. "Well, I guess you'll have a good time then."

What was he saying? Who was he right now?

His voice softened, "Lana?" God, he missed her so much.

She could picture the expression that went with the sound of Clark's voice. Those big blue eyes of his and that wounded weight of the world turn to his lips. She closed her eyes and wondered how they had come to this spot after everything.

“Yes?” She answered when she should have been telling him good bye.

His lips parted and the words he wanted to say, that he always loved her and even now, after everything, he couldn't stop loving her.... So much Clark wanted to tell her and he regretted being the fool time and time again for not going after what he wanted.

"Have a Happy Birthday." His voice was above a whisper.

The stab of guilt became a razor cut in her stomach. Guilt for talking to Clark and feeling as she did when she was with Lex or guilt for the pain she had and was causing Clark, she didn't know. It was to soon, too much, and like so many times in her life she just couldn't deal.

“You already said that.” She said trying to sound light but knowing the emotions bled into her voice.

“I should be going. I'm going to be late to class if I don't get moving. It was nice of you to call. I've. . . I've missed talking to you.” She added quickly.

“Give my love to your Mom?” She continued and then she managed a grin. “And Chloe is four on your speed dial.”

He was with her, about to tell her how much he missed her too and that he'd gladly tell Martha. Clark was about to say all that, and more, but her last comment derailed him.

Angry, at himself, Clark gritted his teeth. "Sure. Good bye Lana." Without waiting, he ended the call.

Disgusted with himself, he curled forward and pressed the cell phone to his temple. "Speed dial four...." If he was sick before reading the article, he felt a hundred times worse now.

She closed the phone and took a deep breath. She hadn't meant for her quip to be cruel. How did this happen; how did it not work between she and Clark? It should have worked, damn it. It should have worked. Wondering just how this morning could get any worse or more complicated as she turned and went back into the study. Her answer was sitting right there large as life in the form of Lionel Luthor who had been there the entire time.

Shit. . . Lana thought.

Hey if Clark could say it she could think it.



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Lex.

" Lex is Lex. "

Lana knew what Lex was like, so how could she? How could she take up with him? Move in with him? Gripping his mobile, Kal-El looked down at the 'Call Ended' display that showed he was disconnected but it wasn't enough. He had half a mind to block his incoming number, call the Luthor Estate and disguise his voice in asking for Lana. Was the paper right that Lana had moved in there? Had he honestly known deep down but had been forcing himself blind to fact?

A stupid move for one who had so many visual talents.

If she intended, she could almost match his speed in flight but it was not necessary. She guessed he was heading towards town and took her time in her approach, careful to set down a good distance away so no one saw her. Dressed in a light floral dress that swung around her ankles, Diana found him not long after, holding a phone in his hand, looking rather upset.

The soft curse escaped his lips and Kal-El heard footfalls approaching. Given the distance of the stride, the weight of the body and grace in those steps, he should have guessed she might come looking for him. He charged past her place like a bat out of Gotham.

Clark turned around, still holding the phone near and dear as if it were his last lifeline on 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire'. Certainly not the farm boy from Kansas; he'd rather die then end up heartless like Lex.

Although, Lex did have Lana.....

He was trapped.

"Hi Diana." his blue eyes took her in, not moving from his stony perch. If Clark Kent had ever looked reserved or sad before to Diana, today he hit a new low of miserable.



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Clark Kent
"Born in Space. Lost on Earth."
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Lana Lang
"Princess of the Meteor Showers"
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Diana
"of Themiscyra"
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