*WARNING! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ “TINY FICLET” YOU MUST READ THAT BEFORE CONTINUING*

Title: Revelations

Author: smlvlchk           

Rating: PG -13 (most likely)

Disclaimer: what I usually say

Summary: Now Pete, Lana, and Chloe know Clark’s secret, had have known for the last couple weeks.  This story picks up about a month after the end of “Tiny Ficlet” (which I still haven’t renamed :p, so if you have an idea, please tell me!).  His friends are learning what it really means to keep a secret and discover the lengths that Clark went to to actually keep it for this long already.  They encounter difficulties and must prove their loyalty to Clark, or else bad things will happen, to everyone.  Lionel is dead and Lex is still in an insane asylum.  Clark will encounter new people that will change his life.  Will it change his relationship with his friends? Also, what is Jonathan hiding? In the upcoming months of Revelations, you will see how minor events can extremely alter the effects of a teenager’s life. Let’s hope its not for the worse.

Chapter One: Repercussions

“Hey Clark!” Lana yelled.  “Are you ready?”

Clark zipped down the steps and pulled his red sweatshirt over his head, “I still gotta do my chores.”  He ran to the fridge and pulled out some milk, gulping it down without bothering to pour a glass.

“Ewww! Where’d you learn your manners?” Lana scolded.

“On a farm,” Clark smirked as he walked back over to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead.  “I promise I won’t take long.”  And zipped away.

Lana waved, “It’s okay! I’ll wait.” She couldn’t help but crack a smile, she still hadn’t gotten used to the whole fast thing. “Hurry Clark, we’re going to be late for school…” she mumbled.

Then, there in front of her stood Clark, grinning from ear to ear, “All done.”

Lana sighed and rolled her eyes, “Will you clean my room for me sometime?” 

Clark shrugged, “Depends if there’s too much girly stuff.” He plugged his nose.  Lana smacked the back of his head and walked out of the screen door.  Clark followed pretending to rub his head, “You know, you really need to work on that.  One of these times you could hurt yourself.”

Lana spun around, “Oh yeah! Well one of these times I just might hurt you.” She smirked, “You better watch your back.”  Clark began spinning in circles trying to watch his back, he finally stopped, a little winded, and tried to walk straight again.  Lana just rolled her eyes and opened the door to her car.  She heard Clark collapse to the ground behind her and she turned around, with a sarcastic frown on her face, “Yeah, nice try.”

Clark stood up, “Hey, it was worth a shot.”  He opened the door and climbed in to the passenger’s seat.  “You know, it was so much faster when I could just run to school.”  He began playing with the window button, “But this is so much more fun that [i]running[/i].”  He rolled his eyes and looked at her.

She was looking at him with an sarcastically annoyed face, “How many times have we been through this?”  She started the car shaking her head, “I just don’t know anymore.  Maybe I should just stop coming.”

“Ack! No! I like the ride, it saves the wear and tear on my shoes.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, “Besides, this is fun.”

She giggled and pulled out of the Kent driveway.  “So where are your parents, anyway?”

Clark shrugged, “I guess mom had to get some groceries and dad needed a replacement for the tractor.  As if there was anything else new.”

Lana smiled, “Good ‘ol tractor, always needs fixing.”

****

“It’s about time,” Chloe said, crossing her arms.  “We were beginning to think you two were no shows.”  She hit Pete on the chest with the back of her hand and turned back into the Torch office.  Pete rubbed his chest where she hit him and winced.

Lana giggled and followed Chloe in.  Clark followed Pete and soon they were all wondering what was going on.  There was something different about the Torch office, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.  “Do you like?” Chloe asked, spreading her arms out as if to present the scenery before them. 

Clark lifted an eyebrow and walked over to the nearest computer, “I think you have finally missed a beat, Chloe Sullivan.  What inspired you to do this?”

“How could you afford all this?” Lana asked, staring around wide eyed.

Chloe sat down at her “Editor’s” desk and plopped her back pack next to the chair.  “Well, since the paper work denouncing Lionel Luthor’s indispensable hold over the illuminative organization came through, they gave me their sincerest apology and provided me with all new computers and file cabinets!”

“But their color coded!” Clark exclaimed.

“Whatever works,” Chloe smirked.

Clark grinned, “Whatever makes you happy.”  He glanced at his watch, “Well, not to be rude, but Mr. Ellison wanted me early to English today.  He needs to talk about my…” whispering, “…grades.”

The three chuckled and said their good-byes.  “Every time I watch him go, I can’t help but think about what I actually know,” Chloe said, standing up again and joining Lana and Pete by the door.

Lana nodded, “I know what you mean.”

Pete grinned, “Amateurs.”

The girls made a face at him.  “And I suppose you don’t?” Chloe asked.

Pete stood up straight and pretended to act confident, “Of course I don’t.  I do not question Clark at all, anymore.”

Chloe rolled her eyes, “Riiiiiiight.”

Pete put up his hands, “What?!”

****

“Mr. Luthor, let’s go over this one more time,” Dr. Forester said.  “We need to connect with our minds.  By doing so, you take a look at every hint of a demon in your body and try to confront it.  Now, what demons do you have?”

Lex stared at her, sadly and blankly, not uttering a word.  The grief inside of himself was still too intense, the pain still too near.  He had not recovered from the most devastating event of his life, and probably wouldn’t for a long while.  The truth was, he was no longer being drugged, so the intensity of every memory was that much great and the guilt of every mistake was that much more visible.  He couldn’t shake himself from the world he created. 

“Lex, we are not going to get anywhere if you don’t try to let me help you,” the doctor said.

Lex lifted his head and stared coldly at the woman.  Then, for the first time in weeks, he spoke.  “You betrayed me, how can I trust you with these things again?”

Dr. Forester sat shocked in her cast iron chair.  She was baffled by both his urgency to speak and the fact that he spoke, not to mention what he said.  She had betrayed him, and there was no excuse for that.  “Lex, I know what I did was wrong.  Why can’t you forgive me.”

Lex stood up violently, “Because of your stupidity in going along with my father’s plan, I am now going through rehab for something I did while I was drugged.  That is intense!”  His eyes flared and behind him in rushed security guards with hand cuffs and a straight jacket.  As they began putting them on him, he did not struggle, he rather stared at his doctor with saddened eyes, no longer fierce or violent.  He could feel a moist liquid forming around the corner of his eyes and he choked to hold the tears back.  Since he had entered this asylum, he had been more vulnerable to emotion than he ever had in his life.

 “And now…” he choked, “I’m being contained with a straight jacket because of it.  Tell me how I can win my dignity back.  How can I gain the morality that I lost so maliciously in the heat of the moment?  Tell me what your plan was if my father’s backfired.  Because that’s what happened.”  He began to kick and leveled one of his security personnel.  The other gripped his torso firmly and held him tight as two other men in uniform rushed in to the rescue.  He didn’t try to resist anymore, he calmly shook off the ignorant hands that touched his shoulders and back, trying to contain his mobility.

Dr. Forester watched silently as he was accompanied out the room.  To be honest, she had no plan, she had not expected Lionel’s plan to fail.  Now that it had, she needed to seriously re-examine her principles and, perhaps, save the man who was more innocent than a teddy bear.

Did the fact that he was drugged give him any reason to be innocent?  He had, after all, killed two men, one of which was his father.  It did not seem that he should be punished for his insanity, which he could not control any longer and which she was partly responsible for.  He did not deserve this treatment, but it was the only way for him to beat the drug that had entered his system.  It was like a computer virus, it just wouldn’t go away. 

It consumed him, and he kept feeding it with his anger. If he had allowed the therapy she was now giving him to start to take a toll, start to effect his body and cleanse the demons inside, he could rid himself of the repercussions forever.

Chapter Two: The Old and the New

Lana walked into the bathroom and silently shut the door, glancing both ways down the hall to check for on lookers.  Gabe was at a convention and Chloe was studying in her room, she didn’t think she would have a problem.  She locked the door and set the towel she carried on the counter.  Cautiously, she unwrapped the towel and revealed its contents.

She looked at the door, as if someone were going to enter any second.  Her heart began to beat faster and she quietly opened the box, which was hard considering it was taped together and she was forced to rip it in half to get it open.  She stared down at the small object.  It was so small and it could bring the biggest news ever.  How was that possible?

Before she knew it, it was over.  She had done it and was now waiting for the results, very impatiently. 

“Oh no,” she mumbled.  It couldn’t be! NO!  It was impossible! Yet, that was the reason she took the test.  She dropped to her knees, “It was the truth.  It’s real! It’s actually happening!”  She looked at it one more time, to verify the results.  There was no mistaking what it read.

She began to cry.

“Chloe!” Lana laughed, “Wake up!”  Chloe’s eyes flickered open and she made out Lana’s face behind her smudged tears.  “You overslept, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!” Lana said.  Chloe sat up abruptly and wiped the tears that were rolling down her cheek.  She focused her eyes and looked at Lana curiously.  “Are you alright?” Lana asked.

Chloe shook her head, “Yes, yeah I’m fine.  I just had a weird dream.”

Lana smiled and plopped down on her bed, “Oh yeah? Care to share?”

Chloe stared at her, and then blinked a couple times.  She looked away, “No, no. You were in it, that’s all.”

Lana smirked, “Aww, you’re dreaming about me! How sweet!”  Chloe hit her with her pillow.  “Okay! I’m leaving.  We have to go in a half hout.”  She smiled and then walked to the door.

“Lana!” Chloe called out.  Lana turned around.  “Are you…have you…”

Lana lifted an eyebrow, “Am I what?”

Chloe shook her head, “Nevermind.”  The thought was too ridiculous.  Clark and Lana sleeping together? Eww, she didn’t want to think about it.

“Okay, well, hurry,” Lana walked out the door, closing it behind her.  Chloe sighed and dropped back on her pillow, enveloping her face in between her pillows.

****

Clark walked through the cold doors of the Metropolis Asylum and Help Center.  This was the building that Lex was being kept in and he had promised himself to try and visit him once a week.  It was a stupid promise and he hadn’t done too well.  They hadn’t let him see Lex any of the times he’d been there, which had only been twice, but it was hard to keep coming back knowing they’d just turn you away.

He glanced down a hallway to the office of Dr. Forester.  Was it even worth trying to see her? Every time she had just said, ‘Sorry, Mr. Kent.  Lex is in an unstable condition right now.’  Would she say the same thing again?

He sighed, he’d never know unless he tried.  He walked to the door and knocked softly. Presently, Dr. Forester came to the door and greeted him.  “Mr. Kent, what a surprise.  Come in, please.”  Clark lifted an eyebrow, a little shocked by her eloquence, and hesitated before entering her office.  “We have some new news,” she said sitting down behind her desk.  “Lex spoke yesterday morning.”

Clark’s eyes widened, “He did? What did he say?”

Dr. Forester leaned forwards on her desk and folded her hands, “Sadly, he was accusing me of his mental state, which is partly true I must add.  He went off on a delusional tangent and leveled a security guard.” Clark chuckled, that sounded like Lex.  “Are you still interested in seeing him?”

Clark sat forwards, “Yes, I am.”

She nodded, “Then follow me.”  She got up and led him to the door, opening it and continuing down the hall to the place where Clark had first seen Lex.  He averted his eyes.  The doctor noticed he did so.  “It’s okay, he’s been moved and is no longer in there.”  Clark lifted his eyes and noted that another helpless victim of a traumatic mental illness strapped in a white jacket.  He stared at the man, no older than his late twenties, rocking back and forth on his knees as Lex had once done.  It was a cruel world.

He peeled his eyes away from the man and continued to follow Dr. Forester.  She led him into a back room, very quiet and lined with carpeting, of all things.  She pressed a red button and an intercom buzzed to life.  “Yes? Who do you wish?” the voice crackled.

“I have a visitor for Lex Luthor,” she said loudly, so the people receiving it could hear her clearly.

“Mr. Luthor will be relocated to S343 and cell D6.”  Then they heard the intercom noisily click off and an emission of smoke spurted out of the double doors, then opening with a sound that you only heard in the movies.  It was like they were entering into the Charlie’s Angel’s secret passageway, the metal doors opened on command.

“Mr. Kent, I must warn you,” she said before opening a door, “Lex could be very angry, so please do not say anything to further that.”

Clark nodded, “Okay.”  She proceeded to open the door.  Clark stepped in and looked sadly into the compartment where Lex was being dragged in.  He wasn’t struggling or kicking, but his face was a ghostly white and his eyes looked like they were still experiencing the effects of the drug.  He stood frozen in the doorway and the man bringing Lex in sat him down in a chair.  Then he looked up at Clark and motioned for him to enter, snapping him out of his trance.

Clark went to the second door and opened it, which made a suction-like noise while opening, sealing off any contaminants inside the cell.  He sat down in the chair opposite Lex and looked at him silently.  The guard left through the way he came.

“So you came to visit an old friend, eh?”

Chapter Three: What’s Done is Done

“Lex, I’ve tried to see you before.  They would never let me in,” Clark said softly.

Lex finally looked up, “I know Clark.  Dr. Forester told me.”

They sat in silence for a couple minutes, neither daring to go back to the tragic events of the previous weeks.

“I heard you spoke for the first time since you’ve been here,” Clark said, trying to lighten the mood.

Lex nodded, “I was so annoyed with the lecture I was being given over and over by the good doctor, that I had to shut her up, tell her how I felt.”

“What did you say?”

Lex shrugged, “I said that my father’s plan backfired and she better have a plan.  I don’t suppose she ever thought my father’s plan would fail.”

“You do know she was being blackmailed, don’t you?” Clark asked.

Lex nodded, “I would expect nothing less from my father.  What was it exactly?”

Clark shook his head, “She never told me, but judging from what your father was capable of, I have no doubt that it was bad.  She told everything to the police, however, it was published in the Daily Planet.”

Lex nodded solemnly, “Of course.”

Clark hesitated, “Lex…why did you do it? If you don’t mind talking about it.”

Lex leaned back in his chair, propping his hands up behind his head.  “Clark, things would have kept rotating and cycling as they had been when he was controlling people through blackmail.  When it comes to my father, he would have killed me before he let word leak out about the new partnership he and Morgan Edge had cooked up.  It was deadly from the beginning.”

Clark narrowed his eyes, “Were you sane?”

Lex shrugged, “They did find drugs in my system, they cannot tell what they are, however.  I want to blame it on the drugs, but I am no longer sure myself.”

“Then why…” Clark paused, “why don’t you let Dr. Forester help you?”

Lex shut his eyes, “I want to, let her help me, but it’s so hard to trust someone who betrayed you.” 

Clark averted his eyes, “Do you think I betrayed you?”

Lex leaned forward and stared at Clark in the eyes, “No, Clark.  I don’t.”

(added stuff)

Chapter Four: Caught!
Clark dragged himself up the stairs to his loft, feeling so emotionally drained his body ached.  Seeing Lex in that condition made everything seem so out of whack, as if the world had stopped turning.

He began to slip off his coat as he stifled a yawn and stood up on the main platform of the loft.  He smiled when he saw Lana sitting on the couch, curled up working on her homework.  She hadn't seen or heard hi walk up, so he had the advantage.  He held his jacket in his hands, and smiling to himself he coughed quietly.

Lana jumped, visibly, and her head darted up.  SHe rolled her eyes when she saw him and put a hand to her forehead.  "God, Clark."  He forced a smile and walked over to her.  "I had forgotten how peaceful it is up here," she said with a smile.  Seeing his physical condition, she frowned, "No offense, but you look terrible."

He laid his jacket over the back of the couch and sat down.  She patted her lap and he changed positions so his head was resting on her lap.  He let out a deep and depressing sigh, "I feel about the same."

"It was that bad, huh?" Lana asked soothingly, combing a hand through his hair and massaging his skull gently.

"It was good, actually.  I got to see him and talk to him," Clark said, his voice seeming distant.  "I just can't stand him like that.  Lex has always been so strong that when I see him about to crumble...it makes me want to crumble."

For several minutes Lana just sat and ran her hand through his hair, massaged his face and tried to make him feel as comfortable as possible on the outside so the inside didn't seem so intense.

Finally Clark, who's eyes had been shut, opened his eyes and looked up into her face.  "You sure can say a lot without saying anything," he said with a smile.  Her silence ands oothing touch spoke the exact words he wanted to hear.

"Well I have to be good for something," she said with a smirk.

He sat up and leaned against the far end of the couch, partly resting on the arm and the back, and beckoned her to come to him.  SHe smiled out of the corner of her mouth and climbed onto his lap.  She let out a little giggle before their mouths met.

Their kiss felt so right, as it always did, as if it were just meant to be.  A kiss would always reassure them that they felt the same way towards each other.

As their kiss deepend, Clark slid his back down the arm of the couch until he was lying completely vertical and lana was lying directly on him.  He pressed his mouth againsthers and his tongue found its way to her teeth and pressed it's way into her mouth.  He brough his hands up to her back and slid them under her shirt to feel her skin.

She pressed her own hands against his chest and roamed around his abs until she found the end of his flannel shirt.  Her hands crept ip his skin and brought his shirt with it.  Breaking the kiss, the shirt came off, and seeing Clark's chest Lana lowered her kissing to his neck and then to his chest.  She felt him begin to breathe more heavily, and the raising of his chest caused her to move up and down as well.  He let out a soft moan of pleasure and she brought her lips back up to his mouth.  He kissed her cheek and then her neck, then feeling her flinch when he kissed her collarbone, he just stayed there.  His tongue roamed around a little and he sucked at it, forming a small reddish spot at the bridge of her neck.

"Clark!" Lana moaned softly, reluctantly removing a hand from his abs to her own neck.  "Did you just give me a hickie?"

He looked at where she was touching her neck and noticed the reddish blue circle.  "Oh, will you look at that," he said with a thoughtful stare.  Then he smiled, "It's so cute!"

She rolled her eyes, "What am I going to do about it?"

He shrugged, "We'll think about it later."  He brought her back down to him and she felt him heave a deep laugh under her as their lips connected again.
****
Jonathan let out a soft cough, then a louder one when neither of them heard him.  Two extremely startled teenagers woke with a start and looked up from their position on the couch.

Lana was tucked into Clark's arm in between him and the couch, her head had been resting against his bare chest.  Clark's shirt was still off, but other than that they were fully clothed.  "Hey dad," Clark mumbled, sitting them both up.

Jonathan looked at Lana, "Martha has breakfast ready, why don't you go get some."  Lana blushed a deep crimson and nodded.  Standing up, she ran her fingers through Clark's hair and quickly walked down the stairs and out of the barn.

Jonathan watched her go, then took a seat on the table in front of the couch.  Staring at his blushing son, he asked, "Care to tell me what happened?"

Clark blushed harder, "Nothing, actually.  We just fell asleep."

Jonathan nodded, "Mmmhm.  And how did your shirt come off?"

"I was hot!" Clark said defensively, which was not even close to the truth.  He stood up, feeling flustered and cornered for something he shouldn't feel guilty for.  But in a way, he understood his father's concern.

Jonathan stood up as well. "Son, it's okay,"  he let out a low chuckle, "I believe you.  Just...just be careful and know what you're doing.  We don't know what you are and aren't capable of."  Clark nodded, extremely embarrassed.  "Let's go get something to eat, shall we?" Jonathan offered.
****
Lana walked cautiously into the house and immediatley smelled the home baked pancakes, hot and ready to serve.  "Clark, is that you?" a voice said from the kitchen.  Presently, Martha appeared around the corner and saw Lana standing in the door way, where she had expected Clark to be.  "Lana! Where did you come from?"

Lana blushed.  "The barn," she said quietly.

Martha raised an eyebrow, "Were you with Clark?"  Lana nodded hesitantly.  Martha nodded, understandingly, "Okay, so...did anything happen?"

Lana shook her head and walked towards her, "No, Mrs. Kent, we just fell asleep.  Next thing either of us know, Mr. Kent is waking us up."

Martha visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and tried not to look at Lana's neck, which was visibly 'taken care of'.  "Okay, sweetie, why don't you go up to Clark's room and grab a sweater, it's still chilly out.  I'll have some pancakes ready for you when you come down."  Martha smiled pleasantly and walked back into the kitchen.

Lana turned and headed up the stairs.  She looked at the pictures as she walked by and couldn't help but stare at Clark's school picture.  She felt so attached right now to him, that it seemed unreal.  There was an emotion there between them that she had never felt with anyone else before.  Entering Clark's room, now all too familiar, she walked straight to his closet and pulled open the doors.  She searched through his pile of sweatshirts and pulled out a Metropolis Sharks hoodie.  It was smaller than the rest, Lana couldn't imagine why Clark still kept it.  She slipped it on and then glanced in the mirror.  It just covered up the hickies.

She pulled down the collar of the sweatshirt and dreaded to see what lay beneath it.  It wasn't as bad as she thought, but if she hadn't put the sweatshirt on, she would have been getting some pretty strange stares from her classmates, not to mention Chloe. 

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the mirror, behind her and standing at the door.  She whipped around, "You have got to stop doing that!" Clark smiled softly at her and her face changed from really edgy to less edgy.

"I'm sorry," Clark said, pointing to her neck.

Lana shrugged, "It was bound to happen sometime.  I'm just hoping that this sweatshirt will hide the fact that I haven't changed or showered in about 24 hours." 

Clark walked over to her and sniffed her neck.  Then he wrapped his arms around her, "I can't smell anything." 

She pushed him away and he made a face, "Come on, Clark.  I'm gonna go eat."  She stuck out her tongue at him and walked past him.  She felt him lightly hit her on the butt as she passed and she stopped.  Trying not to smirk, and hold in her sudden urge to get back at him, she said, "You're gonna pay for that."  He just laughed and she walked out the door giggling.
****
"Lana," Chloe said, walking up behind her at her locker.  Lana turned around and smiled, exposing the front of her sweatshirt.  "Isn't that Clark's really old Metro Shark's sweatshirt?" Chloe inquired, making her suspicions even stronger.

Lana smirked, "Yeah..."  she looked back into her locker and dug out her notebook from the bottom of her locker.  As she did so, the sweatshirt slid up her back, now exposing her shirt, which she hadn't changed since the previous day.  She stood back up and looked at Chloe, who was frowning and shaking her head, "What is it?"

Chloe looked away for a moment, seemingly glancing around, then looked back at Lana.  "You never came back last night, you didn't even call.  But now I know where you were, so yeah, it makes me feel a whole lot better," Chloe rolled her eyes and turned away, feeling a bit disgusted.

Lana caught her arm, "Whoa, Chloe, wait.  Listen, I didn't know that I wasn't coming home.  I just fell asleep there, it was an accident."

Chloe nodded, "Accident, right." She rolled her eyes again and Lana could tell she didn't believe her.

Lana sighed, "Clark got to see Lex last night, so I went over there to do my homework until he got back.  He looked like he needed someone to talk to, so I stayed.  Maybe a little too long, but at least he feels better now."  She smiled to let Chloe know that she really was initially there to comfort him.

Chloe grimaced, but brought her hand up to Lana's collar and pulled it down, showing off her marks.  Lana blushed and Chloe looked away.  "As a friend, I have to ask..." she looked at Lana again.  "Are you sleeping with him?"

Lana shook her head, "No, Chloe, I'm not.  We haven't even talked about it."

Chloe nodded, trying to smile she asked, "So it really was just an accident?"  Lana nodded reassuringly.  Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, to herself, Lana watched her to see if she was really okay.  In reality, Chloe was relieved, just not reassured.

"Are you okay?" Lana asked sympathetically.

Chloe rolled her eyes, "I should be asking you that."  Lana gave her a look and she smirked, "Hey, your the one dating an alien!"  Lana's eyes shot up, but she couldn't help but smile.  She whacked Chloe with her notebook and together they headed to the Torch.

Arriving at the door of the Talon, they saw Clark typing furiously at the computer.   His fingers were going so fast your could barely see them and he had seemed to block everything else out.  Lana and Chloe exchanged glances, feeling a  little overwhelmed by the site of Clark typing so fast.  It ws quite incredible when you thought about it, but at the same time, so surreal.  Lana smiled at the site, and Chloe just rolled her eyes.

"Forget to do your homework last night?" Chloe asked as the two walked in to the room.

Clark glanced up and smiled, "You could say that."  He winked at Lana, who giggled and Chloe found herself not being able to hold back her giggle either.  As much as it sadened her to see the two together, for now after she found out about Clark, her interest in him had grown again, he and Lana were quite cute together.  Clark tapped a few more keys, "Done!"  He stood up and smiled, as his paper was printing.  "I love being me," he said, beaming.

Lana walked up to him and stuck out her tongue, "You would, wouldn't you."  She whacked him on the chest with her notebook.

"Geez Lana, that notebook is taking some where and tear," Chloe said sarcastically, for it was the same one that Lana had hit her with earlier.

Lana looked at the notebook and turned it over in her hands, "Clark I think you broke it."  She held it up and part of the metal sprial was coming out of the notebook.

Clark put up his hands, "How do you break a notebook?"

Lana shrugged, "No clue, but you've found a way."  She smirked and set the notebook down on the table by the computer that Clark had been working on.  She noticed the paper in the printer and picked it up. "Aw, 'My Favorite Family Vacation'," she read.

Clark tried to snatch it away, but she turned and it was just out of his reach.  "Oh come on, Lana."

Lana giggled and continued to read, "When I was eight, my parents decided to go away for a week when I didn't have school..."

"Lana!" Clark complained.  "I'll take my sweatshirt back!" he threatened.

Lana thrust the paper back into his hands, "Eh, I didn't really want to read it anyway."  Chloe laughed and Clark smiled, looking over his prized possession, he knew that would work.

He walked over to his backpack and stuck his paper into his

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