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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The hot, burning sun was already radiating heat down on the base in Phoenix, Arizona. It was god awfully hot here. Everyone was miserable, everyone except one tall, stoic, gruff man. He was currently in his office, sitting down at his large, Oakwood desk. It had papers scattered everywhere. His eyebrows furrowed, a frown resting on his face, and a cigar hanging loosely from his lips. The smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose, filling the room in a thick fog. He stared down at the papers. The meeting this morning was long, and tiring, and honestly, a waste of his damn time. His supervisors in Washington were demanding he send one third of his men to a platoon in Eastern Europe to oversee a treaty that was currently being reconsidered. They needed reinforcements, but which men should he send? He had no idea. This was the worst part of his job, which is why he had people for this, well, one in particular.
“Wes!!!” He bellowed.
Wes, who was still shaken from yesterday’s confrontation, and feeling the effects of a slight hangover, rushed into the office. “Yes, sir?”
He didn’t even look up at him, his concentration on his assignment, “Send in my daughter.”
He replied with a curt, yes sir, and left the room.
Wes, walked down the many corridors leading to Lois’ quarters. He knocked on the door. Silence. He knocked a little harder. Nothing but silence. He banged on the door, knowing she could be passed out from last night’s debacle. Silence.
He contemplated what he should do. On one hand, he was following orders from her father, but on the other she would kick his ass to kingdom come and back if he walked inside, uninvited. He slowly reached for the doorknob, and hesitated. He took a deep breath before he faced his inevitable fate of the Lane wrath.
“Wes?”
He sighed in relief. He wouldn’t have to get his ass handed to him by Lois, at least, not today, he thought, grimly.
He turned to face the voice that belonged to the most beautiful girl he has even known, the girl with the long strawberry blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. “Hey, Cassie.”
She smiled. “Uh, what are you doing?”
He didn’t know how to answer that.
She quirked a brow, “You were going to break into Lois’ room, weren’t you?”
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, like that would erase what he was about to do, “No! I mean, yes. I, um, The General is sending for her.” He looked back at the door. “Do you know where she is? She’s not answering.”
Her heart rate accelerated. She needed to deflect. She knew exactly why she wasn’t answering. “Oh. Um, why?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Paperwork, I think.”
She rolled her eyes. Of course, why else would he send for her, no wonder she ran away, she thought. She noticed he was about to open her door, “Woah! What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m following orders.”
She pushed him aside, “Let me, unless you want the wrath of Lois Lane.”
He stepped back. He didn’t want that all. He watched as she opened the door, and what he saw, made his mouth drop open. “Oh my god!”
She looked around the room, and sighed, inwardly. Way to make a statement Lois, she thought. She slowly turned towards Wes, with a look of feigned shock. She had to act like she was clueless.
Wes looked around, dumbfounded, “Where is she?
She shrugged her shoulders.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Cassie, do you know something?”
She looked him directly in the eyes. “No. I saw her after that fight she had with her father, but I haven’t seen her since I put her to bed. She was quite drunk last night.”
He looked for any signs of untruthfulness, but found none. “Okay, thanks.”
She watched him walk away, and sighed, heavily. That was easier than she thought it was going to be. She was never one for lying, especially to Wes, but her loyalties were to Lois, not the man she had conflicting feelings towards. As she walked towards her quarters, she just knew this situation was about to get a hell of a lot worse. Oh Lois, she thought, I hope you know what you’re doing.
He couldn’t believe it. She actually did it. She ran away. He couldn’t blame her, but now, he would be stuck right in the middle of this. He rushed into The General’s office, without knocking.
“Wes! What happened to knocking? I’m your boss, not your roommate!”
He gulped. He wasn’t going to like this at all, nope, not one iota. “Sir, I apologize, but, um, your daughter…”
He narrowed his eyes at the young soldier, “What about her?”
“She’s gone, sir.”
“WHAT!”
He shot up from his chair, cigar long forgotten, and rushed to his daughter’s room. What he saw, angered him to an absolutely high level. Her bed was made, never slept in. Her drawers were wide open. Her clothes strewn throughout the room. He walked throughout, noticing some of her clothes were gone, but all of her bathroom supplies were missing.
“WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?”
Wes took a staggering step back from him. “I-I don’t know, sir.”
He stormed back to his office, with Wes in tow. What was he going to do with that girl? First, she is caught drinking, then she runs away? He was going to find her, and when he did, she was being shipped off to military school.
He paced his office. He needed to figure out how to find her. She was smart, being raised in military customs, she would know how to cover her tracks, but she couldn’t have gotten far.
He turned towards Wes, “What’s the name of that girl she is always hanging out with?”
He blushed, slightly, “C-Cassie, sir.”
“Bring her to me.”
He nodded before exiting the room.
General Sam Lane sat down on his chair. He was going to get the answers he needed, and he knew that this Cassie girl would know where his daughter is. He waited, quite impatiently, for the moment his daughter’s best friend would walk in. He would get the truth. No matter what, he would bring his daughter home.
A few miles away from the Colorado border.
Pain.
Guilt.
Shame.
That’s how he felt, as he sped down the highway throughout the early morning, and most of the day.
Lost.
Broken.
Lifeless.
That’s how he felt now, as his piercing blue/green eyes stared down at the river flowing beneath him.
The sun was beaming high in the blue skies, as he stood on the side of the highway, his hands clenching the railing of a bridge, almost bending the metal. His head dropped, slightly, as he thought about what his life has turned into.
He destroyed everything that mattered to him.
And it all started one week ago…
He opened the door, leading to the storm cellar, and gripped the box, holding the kryptonite key that he stole from Lionel Luthor.
He slowly walked down the stairs and approached the ship, which was bathed in a foreboding blue light. He took several deep breaths, preparing himself. He had to do this. He would not leave his family and friends.
He crushed the box, revealing the kryptonite key, and causing himself immediate pain, as it glowed in his presence. He gasped before falling to his knees. He slowly, and quite painfully, placed the key in the ships groove, and collapsed to the ground. The pain was too intense.
He crawled away, as fast as he could manage, and watched as the ship festered, burned, and shook violently before it exploded into a blast of bright, white light.
The shockwave elicited a ring of white energy, which expanded outwards, destroying everything in its path.
He looked around, completely shocked, at the destruction of the storm cellar. But it was over now. He could be free.
He ran up the stairs, the only thing left standing, and tripped, falling face first into the dirt. He slowly stood up, looking into the distance, and his heart sank. His parents! He super sped over to the upside-down truck, praying and hoping, they were okay.
Why did he do it? Why couldn’t he have just left well enough alone?
If he would have just obeyed his biological father, everything would be okay.
But it wasn’t.
He wished—wanted to go back to that horrendous day, and take it all back, but he couldn’t, and he would have to live with what he’s done…forever.
He destroyed his family. His family. They were now grieving for the life they lost, and it was all his fault.
He destroyed his ship, causing his parents truck to crash.
A crash that put his mother in the hospital.
The hospital where she found out that her baby was gone. Dead. Forever.
He killed his unborn baby brother or sister. And why? Because he defied his biological father. Why? Why didn’t he listen? Why didn’t he accept his fate? His destiny?
He couldn’t.
But now, his family is in so, so much pain.
Unbearable.
Agonizing.
Unreconcilable.
He was to blame for all of it, and he would live within his pain, guilt, and shame for the rest of his life.
He softly closed his eyes. He didn’t want to think about it, but it would always be there, and he knew that.
His father’s words rung in his head. “There’s no time for excuses, Clark. It’s too late. You didn’t think this thing through! You had no idea what was going to happen, and now…now your mother is lying in a hospital bed.”
He heard the anger. The sadness. The disappointment. The gravity. It consumed him. It overcame him. It became him.
He broke his father’s trust. He lied to his parents. They couldn’t trust him.
He felt like such a disenchantment. He couldn’t stay. He couldn’t look into their eyes, and see what he felt inside…pain. Guilt. Shame. A pain, guilt and shame that he would carry on his shoulders.
So, he left.
He just wanted to forget…everything.
And that’s exactly what he did, but to what cost?
After the red kryptonite was gone. He remembered…everything, everything that he did as Kal-El.
He was ashamed of himself.
Pain.
Havoc.
That’s what he caused. He stole. He bribed. He used. He did whatever the hell he wanted. As Kal, he was unstoppable, and enjoyed everything he did. He enjoyed stealing. He enjoyed bribing. He enjoyed using. He enjoyed being free. But that wasn’t Clark. He didn’t steal, he didn’t bribe, he didn’t use, but deep inside, did he want to do those things? Did he want to feel free? Liberated? He didn’t know.
Agonizing pain.
Unforgettable guilt.
Belittling shame.
He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know what to think.
Lost…forever.
Broken…deeply.
Clark Kent was dead, lifeless, and he was never coming back.
HONK! HONK! HONK!
He quickly spun around, at the sound reverberating in his ear drums.
His eyes widened, as he saw a car heading straight for him. It was seconds away from hitting him. He didn’t have time to think about the best course of action, and held his hands out, stopping it dead in its tracks.
He breathed in deeply, as his hands were molded and buried into the metal hood of the car. His heart was hammering in his chest, as he looked around, hoping and praying that no one saw him using his powers. He sighed, in absolute relief, his secret was safe.
He looked over his shoulder, towards the bridge, and knew that if he wouldn’t have been here, this person would have driven off the bridge, and died immediately.
At least he could still save people, he thought, resolutely.
He looked up into the windshield, wanting to make sure that the driver was okay. He figured that the blow would have knocked out the driver, but no, instead he was met with a pair of shocked hazel eyes staring at him.
His eyes widened.
His mouth dropped open.
His face paled
And then he internally freaked out.
He felt the fear seep into his veins. The frightened notion of what was going to happen. The terrifying thoughts of being dissected like a lab rat. It all hit him at once.
He stared into her eyes. Oh God! What the hell have I just done?
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