Disclaimer: Yep. I don’t own anything when it comes to Smallville or its characters.
Author’s Note: I tried to find the point in Smallville where, if I were Clark, I could not possibly keep lying successfully to Lana. I chose the end of Crisis, in season three.
Chapter 1: Lana Calls Clark’s Bluff
“Any luck?” Clark asked.
“No, I…I got lost at the first wormhole,” Lana replied, putting her book on the table and heading behind the Talon‘s counter to talk to her visitor.
“You know, half the world’s scientists are still debating over Einstein’s theories of time travel. I don’t think we're gonna crack it in one night.”
“Clark, there’s still something I don’t understand. How did you get from the hotline to the storage unit in a split second?”
Oh crap! Clark thought to himself. How can I possibly save this one?
“Took me more than a few seconds…maybe it had something to do with the weird time anomaly.”
Lana pressed her lips together in a line and nodded her head slightly. Yep, Clark’s doing it again. He does more dancing around the truth than a roomful of politicians. Why can’t he tell me the truth? Just once?
“Clark, I don’t believe that and, from the expression on your face, neither do you. The storage facility is a long way from the youth center, yet you got there in the time it took me to run about 40 feet and fall down. How?! You saved my life, again, and it makes me want to know about the man behind the mask. How does he do the things he does? Remember, I told you after your dad left the hospital you could tell me anything. Please, don’t shut me out again.”
“I…” Well, I didn’t really expect her to believe me this time. What to do? “Lana, are you sure you want to know?” Way to go, Clark, that was a stupid question! She’s only been begging for the truth since the tornado at the end of freshman year! She’s been patient with me…well, not really patient, more like tolerant…and she deserves to know. After all, who can I trust to hold my secret if not the girl who already holds my heart? “Meet me in my loft after the Talon closes…”
“Why not now?” Lana interrupted.
“Are you kidding me? Not in the Talon, this is really private stuff. The only people that know are my folks and Pete.”
“You told Pete?”
“Yeah, I told him early last year. We’ve been best friends since we were kids and he had to wait until we were sophomores. So if you think you’ve had to wait a long time, think about poor old Pete. I mean he had to wait 10 years, you’ve only been waiting since the tornado…”
“Clark?”
“Yes?”
“You’re babbling.”
“Oh, right, well I’m very nervous right now. You see, when I told Pete, he didn’t take it very well and it almost ended our friendship. So you can imagine my fear about telling the same secret to the girl I lo…the girl I like.
“Besides,” Clark said, “I‘m gonna need that much time to think of how to tell you.”
“I’d think you’ve had plenty of time already.”
“Umm…yeah, except all my time involving you and my secret has involved me thinking of ways to avoid telling the secret to you. Actually planning how to tell…everything…about me is a whole new ball of yarn. Anyway, come to the loft after work, and all shall be revealed,” Clark said, arching his eyebrows mysteriously.
“You promise?”
“I’d promise, except I haven’t been that good at keeping my promises to you. Let’s just say that this is very difficult, and I’ll do my best. See ya’, Lana.”
Author’s Note: I tried to find the point in Smallville where, if I were Clark, I could not possibly keep lying successfully to Lana. I chose the end of Crisis, in season three.
Chapter 1: Lana Calls Clark’s Bluff
“Any luck?” Clark asked.
“No, I…I got lost at the first wormhole,” Lana replied, putting her book on the table and heading behind the Talon‘s counter to talk to her visitor.
“You know, half the world’s scientists are still debating over Einstein’s theories of time travel. I don’t think we're gonna crack it in one night.”
“Clark, there’s still something I don’t understand. How did you get from the hotline to the storage unit in a split second?”
Oh crap! Clark thought to himself. How can I possibly save this one?
“Took me more than a few seconds…maybe it had something to do with the weird time anomaly.”
Lana pressed her lips together in a line and nodded her head slightly. Yep, Clark’s doing it again. He does more dancing around the truth than a roomful of politicians. Why can’t he tell me the truth? Just once?
“Clark, I don’t believe that and, from the expression on your face, neither do you. The storage facility is a long way from the youth center, yet you got there in the time it took me to run about 40 feet and fall down. How?! You saved my life, again, and it makes me want to know about the man behind the mask. How does he do the things he does? Remember, I told you after your dad left the hospital you could tell me anything. Please, don’t shut me out again.”
“I…” Well, I didn’t really expect her to believe me this time. What to do? “Lana, are you sure you want to know?” Way to go, Clark, that was a stupid question! She’s only been begging for the truth since the tornado at the end of freshman year! She’s been patient with me…well, not really patient, more like tolerant…and she deserves to know. After all, who can I trust to hold my secret if not the girl who already holds my heart? “Meet me in my loft after the Talon closes…”
“Why not now?” Lana interrupted.
“Are you kidding me? Not in the Talon, this is really private stuff. The only people that know are my folks and Pete.”
“You told Pete?”
“Yeah, I told him early last year. We’ve been best friends since we were kids and he had to wait until we were sophomores. So if you think you’ve had to wait a long time, think about poor old Pete. I mean he had to wait 10 years, you’ve only been waiting since the tornado…”
“Clark?”
“Yes?”
“You’re babbling.”
“Oh, right, well I’m very nervous right now. You see, when I told Pete, he didn’t take it very well and it almost ended our friendship. So you can imagine my fear about telling the same secret to the girl I lo…the girl I like.
“Besides,” Clark said, “I‘m gonna need that much time to think of how to tell you.”
“I’d think you’ve had plenty of time already.”
“Umm…yeah, except all my time involving you and my secret has involved me thinking of ways to avoid telling the secret to you. Actually planning how to tell…everything…about me is a whole new ball of yarn. Anyway, come to the loft after work, and all shall be revealed,” Clark said, arching his eyebrows mysteriously.
“You promise?”
“I’d promise, except I haven’t been that good at keeping my promises to you. Let’s just say that this is very difficult, and I’ll do my best. See ya’, Lana.”
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