"The Man Behind the Mask" by Mazy McCoy, Complete (Lana Finds out!)

[tomwellingfanatic636]

I hope you guys enjoy chapter one and two of four of "The Man Behind the Mask." I really enjoyed writing this story and I am proud to have my name on it. I was going to break it up into four chapters and I may split up the last two chapters, but i wanted to give you enough to get you hooked! :P This being my first Fan-fiction, any critisizim is welcome! I hope you enjoy- please leave comments!!!

The Man Behind The Mask
A short story based on the hit show Smallville by Mazy McCoy


Chapter One:
A Game of Football

Pete sat crouched in the field behind the Kent farm, his left finger balancing a
football that wobbled precariously, with a pained expression on his face. “You sure you
can kick just the ball and not kick off my hand?” he asked Clark nervously.
“Yeah, Pete. Don’t worry- I have great aim... most of the time,” he added with a
grin.
“Even so, I’m still using my left hand. After all, I use my right hand more.”
“Whatever you say, Pete.”
“OK, You ready for this, Clark?”
“Yeah. Whenever you are.”
“OK. Ready, Go!”
Clark backed up and sped towards the ball while Pete squeezed his eyes shut.
“You can open your eyes now, Pete. Look at it go!”
“Damn! That really hurt my hand... Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re so
strong.
“Whatever, man. Start a fan club why don’t ya!” Truthfully, it felt good to have
someone around who encouraged him to use his talents instead of always keeping them in
check. Too many times had he heard, “Be careful, son” from his father. Clark gave his
friend a playful punch.
“You are so corny! Hey, I wonder where the ball went.
“Beats me.”
“Well, it was headed towards town. I’m going to go look for it- I’ll be right back.”
“OK, but be careful. If anyone sees you you’ll have a lot of explaining to do and I-
Clark had vanished.
“-don’t want to have to dig you out of it... Man, I hate when he does that! Can’t a
guy even finish a sentence around here???”
After some searching, Clark found the ball outside of the Talon. Picking it up, he
realized with much dismay that it was completely and utterly ruined. All of the air pressure
was gone and one end of it looked like it had been blasted apart with a fire cracker. Angry
at himself for destroying yet another ball, and wondering how on Earth he would be able
to finance a replacement, Clark sped back to the farm, the remains of the ball in his hand.
What he didn’t notice was Lana, who had been watching him from the Talon window.

...to be continued...

[smlvlchk]

oh ho ho ho ho!!!! ooooooh!!!! bad boy!!! using your powers in public will get you in trouble *begins to hum jeopardy theme* wait...wrong song. anyway. tomwellingfanatic, i love this!!! please post more soon!!! i want to find out how lana really finds out!! mwahahahahaha!!! is this a clana fic or an anti clana fic?

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D :D:D:D:D

[tomwellingfanatic636]

Thank you so much for the positive feedback! :D (beaming) Just for you I will post the next chapter early...

[smlvlchk]

YAY!!! *makes a double fist and pumps it into the air*

I LIKE YOU!!!! YOU DONT MAKE ME WAIT!!! YOUR MY NEW FAVORITE!!!

[tomwellingfanatic636]

This is good. by posting chapter 1 and 2 tonight, I can post chapter 3 tomorow and then chapter 4 on my birthday (jan. 7) The last paragraph is a real tear-jerker... you guys'll love it! Ok, Chapter 2, here goes... enjoy...

P.S.- Smvlchk- what are your stats and where do you live? Mine are 18 (on the 7th :P), Female, and I live in Davidson, NC (Near Charlotte). If you guys like the 2nd chapter, thank smvlchk- they gave he good enough feedback to post the 2nd chapter early! yeah for smvlchk! hip hip, hooray! ok, enough of that now...

Chapter two:
Lana’s Discovery

Lana sat down hard. How could what she had just seen have happened? Clark had
been standing right in front of her eyes only a moment ago and he has simply vanished.
She furrowed her brow in concentration. There’s got to be a rational explanation for this,
she thought. People don’t just simply dissapear. She peered out of the window. Her eyes
hadn’t decieved her. Clark was gone.

Back at the farm, Pete was waiting for Clark when he returned. “Took you long
enough,” he said with a huge smile. In reality, only a few minutes had passed. Clark smiled
back and showed the remains of the pig skin to Pete.
“Wow! You really decimated that thing, didn’t you Clark? Where did it end up?”
“Over at the Talon. I don’t know where I’m gonna get the money to buy a new
one.”
“Oh well. Your birthday is coming up. Atleast now I know what to get you! What
should we do now?
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“I am so bored I’d be up for anything. Hey! I know! Why don’t we try and see
exactly how fast you can run!”
“OK. No harm in that, I guess.”
“Cool. I’ll go get the stopwatch from my room.”
“Hey, wouldn’t it be faster if I went?” Clark flashed one of his most develish
smiles. Pete smiled back.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but hurry up, OK? It’s on my bookshelf. The key is on
the front porch. Don’t worry about speeding- nobody’s home.”
“OK. Be right back.”

Back at the Talon, Lana was frantically searching her brain for an answer to what
she had just witnessed, but after a few minutes she realized that there wasn’t one. She
went over her options, beginning with what seemed the most obvious. Clark was a meteor
freak. But how could it be that Clark, her wonderful, beautiful Clark was a meteor freak?
It just didn’t seem possible. Anything’s possible in this town, she corrected herself. Lana
racked her brains, but she couldn’t think of any other explanations. Atleast this explains
why he’s so secretive, she thought, choosing to look on the bright side of the situation.
One thing she knew was that she needed to talk to someone about this because she kwew
she couldn’t sort it all out on her own. But who could she trust? Chloe? No. Chloe is my
friend, but she would have a field day with this. The story would be in the papers, at least
the Torch, by tomorrow! She just can’t control her journalistic instinct. Plus, she and
Clark aren’t on the best of terms right now. Not the best time to spring something like
this on thier already troubled relationship.
So Chloe wasn’t an option. After running through a list of her many friends, Lana
came to the conclusion that no one was as close to her as Clark himself. Pete had briefly
crossed her mind, but she mostly knew him through Clark and she definitely did not feel
comfortable telling him about something of this magnatude. Who knows? Maybe he
already knew. Though she dreaded it, Lana realized that she would just have to go to the
source. Clark Kent himself. She would aproach him tomorrow afternoon after church.
“Yes, that’s where I’ll start,” she said out loud with confidence. Unfortunatly her voice
carried much more confidence than she actually felt inside.

For those of you who would like to know, Chapter 3 is called "Testing Clark's speed" and Chapter 4 is called "The Truth Comes Out (best chapter :P)" gotta get to bed- it's late!

[smlvlchk]

ack! no bed! just post it all now!!! :D :D :D :D :D That would be great!!!

i am 17/MN, jsyk

cant wait for the tear jerker!

[DuMont]

yeah, I SUPPOSE I should get some sleep too...but I'll be back for more tomorrow afternoon!

[tomwellingfanatic636]

Chapter Three:
Testing Clark’s Speed

Clark found the stopwatch on the bookshelf just as Pete had said it would be. He
didn’t understand how he would know where the stopwatch was with such a messy room.
And Dad thinks my room is bad, he thought. He should see Pete’s! Clark smiled at the
thought as he looked around. Clothes were scattered in every corner of the room and the
floor was barely visible. At least to most people, he thought to himself with a smile.
When Clark arrived back at the farm, Pete again teased his friend about taking ‘so long.’
“You just can’t get over that joke, can you Pete?”
“Nah, I guess not. But, come on, the irony is so perfect! Now let’s see how fast you can really run, farm boy.”
“Where should we start?” Clark asked, scanning the acres of farmland.
“How about to the tree-line and back?” Pete wondered aloud.
“Hey! That’s perfect! It’s exactly one mile there and back!” Pete gave his friend a look as if to say, “You have waaay too much time on your hands, Clark.” Clark noticed
and quickly defended himself.
“I had to measure it with my dad for taxes!”
“Suurre you did…” Pete said with a smile and a role of his eyes.
“Ready to do this, Pete?” Clark asked.
“Ready when you are, man. On the count of three, OK? I-2-3, GO!”
Clark raced to the tree line and back.
“How’d I do, Pete?” “Huh?” Pete looked up at his friend in confusion. “What are you talking about? You haven’t even gone anywhere yet.”
“Man, I was afraid of this.”
“What?” Pete asked, still trying to shake off his skepticism that Clark had really run like he said he had. After all, his eyes had never left the spot he was standing on. He
could very well be making it up for all he knew.
“Well, you remember when we were trying to see if Emily’s body was in her gravesite that day it was raining so hard?”
“I try to forget…What about it?”
Clark took a deep breath and paused to gather his thoughts. “Well…”
“Come on man, you’re scaring me. What is it?”
“When I sped up to follow her, I was going so fast that even the raindrops weren’t moving! When I looked back at you, you were also standing still, as still as a statue, staring ahead, not even blinking.” Clark looked away from his friend, afraid of his
reaction. It took a moment to seep in, but he didn’t have to wait long.
“Why didn’t you tell me before, Clark?” Pete wasn’t angry, just confused. Why wouldn’t Clark have told him? Where there other things he was keeping from him?
“I wanted to, really, but I was afraid of what it could mean. I mean, think about it Pete. How fast could I have been going to actually stop time? It’s something to wonder about.”
“Wow. I hadn’t thought about it that way, Clark.” He stopped to consider this new take on the situation, and decided it could wait until later. As was his nature, he decided to break the tension the best way he knew how, and that was with humor. “Maybe we should try a longer distance?”
Clark smiled at his friend knowingly, glad to see that he was not angry. “Yeah, that would probably be a good idea. How about to the Luthor mansion and back?” he said as he punched Pete in the shoulder, perhaps a little two hard.
“Ow! Sure, whatever you say, You’re the one doing the running!”

Chapter Four:
The Confrontation

Lana got into her truck and drove home in a daze. She needed time alone to think about how to approach Clark tomorrow afternoon. She played out several scenarios in her
head. Hi, Clark. Look, we need to talk. I know your secret. No, that was too direct. Then again, any approach to such a sensitive subject was bound to be awkward. I’ll just have to see what happens when the time comes, she thought to herself. Better to get my mind off of it right now. Maybe some TV should do the job. She went to the kitchen and checked the wall clock. Hmmm, what time is it? 5:00. Perfect. Friends is on. My favorite. Try as she might, however, Lana found it impossible to focus on the show, even though it was one of her favorite episodes, the one where Phoebe gets sick. Instead, she drifted into a fitful nap on the couch and slept through the night.

There’s something else I haven’t told you, Clark ventured uneasily, drawing out his words and turning to face his friend. The boys had been hanging out and having a great
time, just like normal teenage boys, playing basketball with the hoop on the barn wall (minus the fact that Clark was able to catch any unwanted rebounds, and he was nearly impossible to get past, what with his jumping more that six feet vertically to block the ball). Pete stopped mid-jump and held the ball, giving his undivided attention to his friend with a worried look on his face. Since Pete had become privy to Clark’s secret nearly six
months ago, anything Clark wanted to talk about “seriously” had always had disaster written all over it. “I wanted to mention something about this morning when I went to town to get the football.”
“What about it?” Pete asked.
“Well, it’s probably nothing, but I felt like someone was watching me when I sped away from the Talon.”
“Is that all?” Pete asked with a sigh of relief. “I was afraid you were going to say you knew someone had seen you! Don’t scare me like that, man! It was probably just your
imagination.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right, as usual,” Clark replied. “Forget I said anything. Up
for a game of horse?”
“Are you kidding? When am I not up for anything involving basketball? C’mon
Clark! Get with the program already!”

Lana woke with the feeling she always got when she had slept much longer than she should have. Reaching up to feel her forehead, she wasn’t surprised to find it unusually warm. What time is it? She wondered. I must have been sleeping for ages to feel so crappy. Groggily, she crept to the kitchen to check the oven clock; her eyes squinting as they attempted to adjust to the brightly lit room. 10: 00! I must be sick! She thought with
dismay. Lana was not one to sleep in past 8:30. Unlike Clark, she thought with a grin. Thinking of Clark Kent brought back the disturbing revelations of yesterday’s happenings.
Sick or not, I still have to talk to him today…
Clark awoke to his alarm clock early that morning, smashing it once again as he attempted to hit the snooze button, as was his custom. Damn, and I wanted to sleep in today! he thought. Clark had forgotten to turn off his alarm the night before. His Mom usually woke him on Sunday mornings. The red numbers blared 7: 30. Oh well, might as well get up. No use in trying to get back to sleep at this hour. That never works this late in the morning. He dressed and showered and then sat down to eat a breakfast of three bowels of cereal, two bran muffins, a banana, two eggs, and a very large glass of OJ while
he read the paper. “I swear! You’re going to eat us out of house and home one of these days, Clark Kent!”
“Oh, hi. Good morning, Mom. Dad out milking the cows?”
“Yes, he is. Why don’t you go help him, seeing as you’re actually awake on time for once.”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Just let me finish my breakfast first, OK?”
“The entire army-sized portion?”
“Hey, I’m a growing boy! I need a “breakfast of Champions” he replied with a smile.
Lana took a long, hot shower, got dressed, and brushed her hair in her room’s full-length mirror. Good thing Nell let me sleep. I don’t think I could have gotten out of bed this morning for church. Let alone to face Clark… she thought ruefully. Oh well, better to get it out of the way, she reasoned and grabbed her keys.

Administrators, if you would like to, you may combine part 1 and part 2 into one. thanks.

Readers: please leave comments regarding my story- it's only my second!

[smlvlchk]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!! you updated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was funny! the whole tree thing :p haha lol just like pete...*ditz* mwahaha i love him!

okay! time for more!

[DuMont]

That was so good!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!! ok now come back and add some more!

[Gizmo]

Oh...you stopped...post more soon, K :) :)

[Whitetiger4]

Um, I was gonna read this but, where is Chapters 1 and 2? This says it starts with Chapter 3... I'm confused.... :confused:

[DuMont]

Um, I was gonna read this but, where is Chapters 1 and 2? This says it starts with Chapter 3... I'm confused....
the first part was up last night, try checking the next page or two it's called "The Man Behind the Mask by Mazy McCoy chapters 1-2 of 4" something like that

[tomwellingfanatic636]

yeah sorry about that lol :\ I'm ditzier than Pete. I'm going to post the (tear-jerker sweet!) last chapter called the truth comes out tommorow (my 18th b-day, Yeah!!!) so be sure to check it out. Also, I've posted part of a new story "Lightning Strikes" and it's pretty good so check that out too, k?

[Whitetiger4]

oh okay... Thanks. Most ppl put the whole story in one thread so it's easier to find.. I'll see if I can find it...

[tomwellingfanatic636]

.... and now for the promised tear-jerking, sickeningly sweet ending i promised! :P (Yes, I know Lana crys WAY too much, but i wanted to stay true to the show, ya know???)


Chapter Five:
The Truth is Revealed

Clark was watching Captain America on Cartoon Network when Lana arrived at the farm. “Cla-ark! Lana’s here to see you!” his mother called.
“Coming, Mom!” he replied as he zipped up the stairs, checking his reflection in the hallway bathroom’s mirror before approaching the front door. “Hi, Lana! How are you? I didn’t see you at church this morning. Are you feeling all right?” He furrowed his brow in genuine concern. “You look terrible. Are you sick?
“I’m afraid so,” Lana replied. “I missed church and I’ve been asleep since 4:00
yesterday.”
“Oh, you poor thing!” Martha replied with obvious concern.
“Oh, I’ll be OK- it’s just a mild fever. I took my temperature this morning. Only a degree or two above normal.”
“Well, OK, if you say so,” Martha mused as she left the room. “I’ll go and get you guys some lemonade. “Be right back!”
Lana had been lying. Her temperature had actually been 101 that morning, but she didn’t want to needlessly worry poor Mrs. Kent. Besides, she needed to talk to Clark alone. Well, here goes nothing. Before she could begin, Mrs. Kent returned with the lemonade. “Here you go guys- enjoy!” Lana and Clark sipped their lemonade in silence for a few moments. Clark could tell by the tension in the room that Lana had something big to
tell him.
“I saw you at the Talon yesterday,” Lana began. Clark nearly spit his drink into Lana’s face.
“Really?” Clark asked, choking on his lemonade and trying desperately to hide his concern.
“Yes… and there’s something I need to talk to you about...”
“Sure, what is it?” Clark asked, a lump growing steadily bigger in his throat.
“Well, as you were standing there, getting the football…” Her voice trailed off. Gathering courage, she managed to spit out the rest of the sentence. “ While you were getting the football…you just…vanished! How did you do that, Clark? I’m really
confused right now. What’s going on? I’m really worried about you. Please tell me that what I saw wasn’t real…” The questions poured from her mouth like water from a spicket before she could do anything to stop them. Tears were streaming down her cheeks like rain down a pane of glass. Clark stared at her in horror, his mouth gaping like a fish.
“Well, I…” he began. How could he convince her that she hadn’t seen something that had happened before her very own two eyes? “Well, I…” He let out a long sigh. “Lana, we need to talk.” Lana only nodded, stunned by Clark’s exact use of words that she herself had been pondering only the day before, while Clark noted that he had used the same exact words with Pete when he had revealed his secret to him less than a year ago.
Had it really been that short of a time? Clark wished he didn’t have to tell Lana now, or anyone else for that matter, but what choice did he have? He was too far in to turn back now. Without a word, Clark gently took Lana’s hand and led her to the field behind the farm. He had decided to start with a demonstration; to make sure that Lana would be able to accept his wild life story as fact versus fiction. He sped away, returning seconds later
with two bales of hay, one upon each shoulder.
“How did you…what…how…oh my God…” she stuttered in complete astonishment, beginning to faint with a sigh. Clark caught her, of course, and as he fanned her with his hand it moved faster than the eye could see. Too much, too soon. Clark
wanted to kick himself. How could he have been so stupid? Clark was in actuality extremely smart and he knew it, but sometimes he could also be pretty dumb. A big, dumb alien. Lana awoke minutes later. “Where am I?” she asked, searching her surroundings before finally resting her eyes on Clark as he looked down on her in the grass where she lay. Reality dawned on her and she backed up against the bale of hay Clark had positioned
near her. “You stay away from me Clark!” she screamed.
“No, Lana, you don’t understand. I’m not going to hurt you…” To his horror, Lana shrank from his outstretched hand. Well, what would you do in her place? He wondered. This thought made him feel a little better, but not much. It was not a very
comfortable feeling knowing that the woman you loved, the woman that you would be willing to give your life for, was afraid of you. “It’s OK, don’t be afraid…” Clark felt as if he were coaxing a frightened kitten instead of his former girlfriend.” Slowly, Lana took his hand.
“Tell me everything.” She said resolutely.
“Where should I begin?” Clark began with a nervous laugh, followed by a sigh. “There’s so much to tell.”
“Well, start with this.” Lana let out a breath, then drew in a new one. “There’ s no easy way to ask this, so I’ll just come out with it. Are you… are you a meteor freak?” Clark might have laughed had the situation not been so serious.
“Is that what you think I am?” he asked.
“I honestly don’t know what to think, but that’s the only explanation I could come up with.”
“Well, Lana, I’m afraid the truth is a bit more, um... complicated…”
“In what way?” She breathed a sigh of relief, and Clark could see how glad she had been to know that he wasn’t a meteor freak. But what if I had been? The thought scared him. If she’s that scared that I might have been a meteor freak, how will she handle the real truth?
“The truth is…” Clark paused, unable to go on. “Yes?” Lana coaxed. “The truth is… I’m…I’m an alien.” The end of his secret had come out in a rush.
“Excuse me?” Lana gasped in a high-pitched voice very unlike her own. “But I thought I heard you just say you were an alien.”
“You heard right, Lana. My parents didn’t adopt me…they found me. I arrived on Earth in a small spacecraft during the meteor shower. I am the last survivor of a doomed planet known as Krypton.” Not surprisingly, it took a few moments for this new
information to sink in. Finally Lana spoke.
“You mean you came to Earth the day that my parents were killed?” Lana asked, choking on her tears as they began to run down her face once more. Clark had hoped Lana wouldn’t bring up that subject, although he had known in his heart that she would. After all, Lana did visit her long- dead parents and even talked to them.
“Please, let me finish. My story will be easier to tell if I can tell it from start to finish without any interruptions.”
“OK, Clark. I won’t interrupt.” She didn’t say a word as Clark described everything about himself that he had never before been able to tell her. On one hand, he felt like he was finally able to free himself, to let go some of the immeasurable baggage he carried on his shoulders for all this time. Lana listened intently. When he finished nearly an hour later she sat in silence for several long moments deep, deep in her own thoughts. Her fever was worsening; that much she could tell for sure, if not anything else in her crazy, mixed-up world; a world that has in an instant been turned upside down. At last, she
attempted to break the silence with a joke, being unable to find any other way. “So I’ve been dating an alien all this time,” she tried with a forced laugh. It didn’t work. After a few minutes she tried again. “Clark… why didn’t you tell me this before? Were you afraid that I would hate you for it?”
“Well, not exactly,” Clark began. “Do you… do you remember ,that kid Cyrus that was able to heal your horse when it was sick?”
“Yes, of course. What about him?”
“Well, when I asked you how you would feel if he really had been an alien you admitted that you could never feel the same around him again. Up until that point I had given serious thought to telling you my secret, but I didn’t want your feelings for me to change; even if that meant living a lie. I know now that I should have trusted you, or, at least I hope so…” Lana’s face, which was beggining to dry by this time, was again flushed
with tears. She broke down into uncontrolled sobs, burying her face into Clark’s shoulder.
“Oh, Clark, I’m so sorry!” she cried as she looked up into his beautiful green eyes, tears streaming down her face. She pulled him into a long, tender embrace. “Clark, look at me... I want you to know something. I want you to know that I don’t care who or what you are. All that matters and all that will ever matter is that I will always love you, Clark Kent. That is one thing that is never going to change, no matter what. They sat in silence
for many moments, enjoying their newfound honestly with one another. It was a characteristic their relationship had never had previous to that fateful day. Clark had never been happier. As Lana leaned towards him, Clark slowly brought his lips to hers and they shared their first true kiss under the red Kansas sun.

THE END.

hope you'll liked it! :D

[DuMont]

AAAWWWWW!!!!!!! That was so good!!! but a VERY teensy thing, I don't know I couldn't help but notice it, you wrote spicket, it's actually spiget. yeah. sorry it was driving me nuts for some reason. BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD! Now wrte more about what happens now that Lana knows about Clark! :D

[smlvlchk]

YAY!!!! A CLANA STORY!!!!! ME GUSTO MUCHISIMO!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! I LOVE IT! IT WAS PERFECT!!

you used cyrus perfectly! im so sad that its over :( great job!

[Gizmo]

Oh yayyyy! Go Clana!! And Clark referring to himself as a BDA was funny!! :lol: :D :D

[smlvlchk]

does thomas=tom welling? im confused

[tomwellingfanatic636]

i edited the post (i had meant to put it on my other story) and i said to delete it but it didn't delete. that was meant for "lightning strikes", chapter 4 (check it out!)

[smallvillewolf17]

very good story. i always like it when people post Clana stories.

[NYC300Z]

What a happy ending....if only something like that could happen on the show....

[hyper149]

It's not "spicket" or "spiget". It's "spigot"

[kewl]

hyper149>>> ur right, the correct term is "spigot" there's no such word as "spiget"

[WillTheBrave]

Ah, the mysterious spigot. it has been an illusive icon in our American culture for years. I only hope that the future generations will continue its iconic journey as it transcends time and place.

[binkys711]

wow! that story was sweet i liked it nice job! and i also agree post more of how the clana relationship has been since that day!

[Smvlfn08]

I enjoyed it. you should write about Clark & Lana's relationship since she knows now 'bout Clarks orgins. Please Post More:p

[spacewalker_33.3]

wow, really cute story, liked a lot, and i agree with Smvlfn08 ' cause it'll be nice if you could post more ^^ good job!!

[peaches4cream]

that is one of the best stories that i have ever read