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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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“She’s lying.”
Wes fidgeted slightly, as he stood across from the seething General, who was pacing the length of his office. The ‘interrogation’ didn’t really go as planned. Cassie was short, simple, and gave no new information. He didn’t want to believe that she would lie, but knowing how close they were, it wouldn’t be surprising if she covered for Lois.
“She’s hiding something.”
“I’m not so sure, sir.”
He stopped, turned, and glared. “Wes, do you not know my daughter at all? She’s loyal, fierce, and stubborn.”
He knew that, of course, but what did that have to do with Cassie?
“Cassie and Lois are close, right?”
He nodded.
“They tell each other everything, am I right?”
He nodded again. He knew that for a fact. There were so many times, too many to count, where one of them would see or hear something, and not even five minutes later the other would know about it. They weren’t gossipers by any means, but there were absolutely no secrets between them. Could it be true? Did Cassie know where Lois was?
“Then it wouldn’t be surprising if this Cassie girl knew of Lois plans.”
He was afraid of that. “Do you think she knows where Lois is?”
“Of course not.”
He gaped at the man, completely confused. How could she be lying, but not at the same time? Did she know or didn’t she? He silently groaned, this whole situation was giving him a damn headache. “Sir, didn’t you just say that she was lying?”
“A lie of omission, Wes. She probably knew of Lois’ plans, but she doesn’t know where she is.”
“How do you know?”
He sighed. “My daughter, is quite resourceful, a trait she gets from me, unfortunately. She wouldn’t risk telling anyone where she was going.”
He sighed, “Then what do you suggest we do, sir?”
He stared straight into his eyes. “Follow her.”
He paled, slightly, “What? Why? If she doesn’t know anything…”
“She might not know anything, but she also might try to contact her, and that’s our key to finding my daughter.”
He really, really didn’t want to do this. “What would you like me to do sir?”
“Just follow her, and when she contacts my daughter, you will report back to me.”
He nodded, and quickly left the room. He didn’t like this, not one bit, but what choice did he have? When The General gave an order, you obeyed, and asked no questions.
As he walked through the corridors, he couldn’t help but think that he was betraying his friends. Lois, the girl he’s known since he was a kid, the girl he tried kissing, and got knocked on his ass for trying. Cassie, the beautiful girl who took up his thoughts and dreams, the girl he was beginning to fall in love with. He sighed, heavily. This was going to end very, very badly, and of course, he was stuck right in the middle of it.
Damn you, Lois, he thought, desolately, as he headed towards his assignment.
He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His breathing was rapid and uneven, it felt like his lungs were on fire from the excessive amount of air he was sucking in. His heart pounded in his chest, like a jackhammer, the sound of his own heartbeat was ringing in his ears.
He was never one for overacting, but now, in this moment, Clark Kent was having a complete, and uncontrolled panic attack.
She saw! She saw everything!
He willed himself to calm his nerves, as he stood underneath the bridge, leaning against the concrete wall. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. How he was supposed to react. How the hell he even let this happen.
His entire life, especially when he found out his true alien origins he was always so careful, and now after all these years of hiding his secret that had been shot to hell in a matter of seconds. He was utterly horrified, but more than that, he was completely terrified. Terrified of what was going to happen. What was she thinking? Did she believe him to be some kind of freak? Was she disgusted? Horrified? Terrified? Was she scared of what he could do? Did she want to turn him into the authorities? Study him? Dissect him? Turn him into a living breathing lab rat?
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
He could just leave, of course, he could just superspeed away and never return. That’s what he was doing anyways so, he supposed that he could just leave everything behind. He could forget he ever saved her life—forget she saw him using his powers—just forget everything.
He groaned, the noise slipping past his lips, and softly closed his eyes. He was being a coward, and he knew it. He was literally hiding underneath a damn bridge because he was too terrified of what would happen to him if he confronted her after she had seen…everything.
He wanted to disappear. God, he wished he could just disappear, pretend that this had never happened, and forget that she knew the truth about his powers, but he couldn’t—wouldn’t.
He couldn’t leave.
He wasn’t just worried about what would happen to him, but he was worried about her. She could be hurt, albeit probably not too severely, but still hurt in some capacity. She was without a vehicle, a vehicle which was broken down on the side of the road, and he wouldn’t just leave her completely, and utterly stranded. He might be running away from his life—his pain—his guilt, but he wasn’t too far gone to realize when someone needed help, and she needed his help. She was possibly hurt. She was stranded with nowhere to go. She was alone.
He couldn’t just leave her.
But…
She knew…everything. She knew he had powers. She might not know the whole truth, but he wasn’t naïve enough to believe that she wouldn’t figure at least some of it out. How the hell was he supposed to get out of explaining? How was he supposed to tell her anything? How was he going to get out of this colossal mess?
He wasn’t.
He knew that if he went back up there, she would have a million and one questions, and he didn’t know how to answer a single one of them without revealing his true origins. What was he supposed to tell her? ‘Hey! My name is Clark, and I’m an alien from another planet with special powers!’
He scoffed. He couldn’t—wouldn’t do that. No way in hell was he telling her the truth. He didn’t know her. He couldn’t trust her, or anyone for that matter. He was raised to protect his secret, and he wouldn’t stop now.
He sighed, softly. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He couldn’t tell her the truth, but he also couldn’t hide underneath here forever.
His life was a huge mess, and now this just made thing so, so much worse. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this?
He had three options, all involving confronting the girl.
Firstly, he would be captured by the authorities or the girl herself, strapped down to a table, and spent the remainder of his life being experimented on.
Secondly, he would be bombarded by a million questions from her, and would have no choice but to tell her something, even if it was a lie.
And thirdly, he could avoid the topic altogether, help her get situated in a nearby town, and then leave.
He groaned, at the last one. No way in hell would she just brush off the topic of what she had seen him do. He would either be relegated to having his life taken from him or answering questions that he didn’t have answers to.
His eyes slowly opened, and he took a deep breath. It was now or never, he thought, before super speeding back up to her.
After he just disappeared in the blink of an eye, she dropped her head into hands, and immediately regretted it. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her forehead. She groaned, miserably, as she pulled her hands away, and noticed smudges of blood smeared on her hands.
Great! Just Great! She thought.
She slowly made her way out of her car, and leaned against the door. Her day had started out blissfully amazing. She had escaped from her father. But now, now her car was broken down on the side of the road, she had a splitting headache, and she terrified the guy responsible for saving her life.
She walked around her car, spinning in circles, as she looked for him. Where the hell did he go?
He was absolutely, and stunningly amazing! He was stronger than anyone she’s ever seen. He was faster than a speeding bullet. He probably had other amazing abilities, and what does he do with them? He saves her life. Why? Why would he do something like that? If anybody else possessed these abilities they would want fame, money, power, hell, they would want to conquer the damn world. What was so different about him?
She sighed, knowing she would never know, and even if he hadn’t run away, she wouldn’t have asked him anyways.
She noticed his motorcycle sitting a few feet away from her, and frowned. Was he really that terrified of her? So terrified that he left without his bike?
She rolled her eyes. Of course, he was, she thought. This extraordinary guy literally saved her from almost driving off a bridge, and what does she do? She scares him away. Typical!
She really, really needed to learn tact, but the thing was, she didn’t even say anything. She just smiled and waved at him, hoping he’d understand that she wasn’t intending on badgering him about it, but she still scared him away.
Why was he so terrified of her?
She knew she could be a little high-strung, but she didn’t even do or say anything threatening, at least, she hoped she didn’t. Her eyes widened, as a horrible thought crossed her mind, but it made complete sense.
Oh God! He probably thinks that I want to study or dissect him like some kind of lab rat!
Of course, she would never do that. She wasn’t a cynical person, but she wasn’t naïve either. This guy saved her life, he deserved a thank you not to be studied, tormented, and tortured. But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about him. He wasn’t human, that much was obvious, but he was also more human than anyone she’s ever met. She didn’t even speak to him, and knew that much.
She turned towards her car, seeing the imprints from his hands, and traced them with her fingers. He was incredible! He saved her life, and she couldn’t even thank him. “Good going, Lane! This guy saves your damn life, and you didn’t even thank him! You scared him so much that he left without his motorcycle! You seriously need to learn some better tact! Haven’t you learned anything? Always think before you act! Now, this guy is probably halfway to China by now, and you can’t even thank him for saving you!”
Clark, who had been standing a short distance away, was watching her with a soft smile. She was more worried about thanking him than anything else. He slightly tilted his head, as he listened to her rambling, his smile growing wider. She was definitely something else. “You talk a lot.” He knew that was lame, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say to announce his presence.
The sound of his voice coming from behind her, completely startled her. She quickly spun around, breathing heavily, and placed her hands across her palpitating chest. She glared at him. “Jesus! Warn a girl, won’t you! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!”
He shrugged, sheepishly, but the smile never left his face. “Sorry?”
She scowled. “You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?”
He just shrugged, which she rolled her eyes at.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and she realized that he was anticipating her next words, like he expected her to attack him with an onslaught of questions, which was something that she would, but this was different. He was different. “Well, now that you’re here, you can help me figure out what the hell happened to my piece of crap car.”
His mouth dropped open, as she just turned around, intently examining her car. That was it? No questions? No inquiries? He just couldn’t believe it. She just brushed it off, like what she had seen didn’t even faze her, which was absolutely ridiculous. Who the hell was this girl?
They were both looking at her engine, having no clue what was wrong with it, but their attention wasn’t exactly on her car either. Clark kept stealing glances at the girl, who had surprised him completely, and wondered what she was really thinking. She knew he had powers, but wasn’t saying anything, either he had trust issues up the wonka or there was something wrong with her. He was leaning more towards the former.
Lois, on the other hand, was becoming very irritable. He was staring at her! It was infuriating as hell! For the past twenty minutes, as they looked over her car, she had tried everything to keep her cool. She tried ignoring his eyes burning holes into her skull. She tried to ignore the way his gaze was questioning her, like he was just waiting for her to bombard him. She was thankful to him, that was obvious, and she didn’t want to frighten him away with a crazy, hot-tempered, outburst, but his staring was really, really starting to grate. It was like she was the one with abilities.
Five minutes later, he was still staring at her, and she was done. She couldn’t handle it anymore, and quickly turned towards him, catching him off guard. “Is there something on my face? Or is there a reason why you’ve been staring at me for the past twenty minutes?”
“I-I’m s-sorry.” He stumbled over his words before averting his eyes from her. He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks, and turned his head away, hoping she wouldn’t see.
She did. She smiled to herself. She kind of liked it when he blushed. She wanted to tease him about it, but seeing the flushed expression on his face, and knowing how he still seemed to be questioning her motives every time he looked at her, decided against it. “So, um, I think I should just call someone…Thanks for trying to help.”
He just nodded, still not looking at her.
She sighed. “You can go if you want, I’m just gonna…” Her sentence was cut off by him quickly walking away, pulling out his phone, and calling someone. She stared at his retreating form with a puzzled expression, then realized he was calling the tow truck company for her. She smiled. Such a gentleman, she thought.
Out of their own accord, her eyes swept over his form-fitting body. He was the most handsome man she’s ever seen before. His hair was a dark ebony shade, a few stands laid perfectly on his forehead, and she had a fleeting thought of what it would feel like to run her fingers through it. His eyes were a mix of blue and green, making them appear aquamarine. He was muscular, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his bulging biceps, as his tight shirt clung to him. She gulped, silently, he was way too good looking for his own good. She quickly pulled her eyes away, once she realized what she was doing. She couldn’t believe she was actually checking him out. She couldn’t be doing that, not when he probably thinks she has ulterior motives, and besides, it wasn’t like she would act on her attraction. He was clearly lost, confused, and she sensed a little bit sad, and she was too busy running from her father to think about things like that. She quickly turned away from him, sitting down on the ground, and leaned her back against her car before softly closing her eyes.
He didn’t really understand why he didn’t just leave when she offered. She could have called for help herself. He could have left. And this whole meeting could have been forgotten, just like he wanted in the first place.
But…
He didn’t want to leave…not yet. There was something about this girl that intrigued him, excited him, and confused him. She was high-strung, spirited, and voiced her thoughts, but she also surprised him. She saw him use his powers, and hasn’t breathed a single word about it.
Why? Why wasn’t she mentioning it? Questioning him? Running away from him?
He didn’t understand it, but he wanted to find out, and he wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. She was like a breath of fresh air to him.
After he hung up with the tow truck company, he turned towards her, and roamed his eyes over her slim figure. She was leaning against her car with her eyes closed. She was beautiful…the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes on. Her hair was a light dirty blonde shade, but he got the impression that, that wasn’t her true color. He could picture her with soft, dark chocolate strands, strands that he could see himself wanting to twist his fingers through. Her eyes were a deep, dazzling hazel, that also had gold tints spreading throughout her irises. He could drown in those beautiful pools, like he could get completely lost just gazing into them. Her slender physique was intoxicating, the tight blue tank top engulfed her curves perfectly, and the dark black denim jeans acclimated to her hips, making her look all that more beautiful. All of a sudden, he felt a hot, slightly painful, trickling form behind his eyes, and blinked several times, trying to squelch the heat burning from his eyes. He turned away, not believing that, that almost happened. He remembered as Kal, how he checked out many different women, and that never happened. What was it about her that was affecting him so profusely? She was exquisitely beautiful, that was quite obvious, but he couldn’t be looking at her like that. She probably thought he was some kind of freak, and after today, they would probably never see each other again. He could tell that she was running, just like him, but for different reasons. She seemed defiant, like she was running from something or someone trying to control her life. There was no way he would ever act on his attraction towards her. She could never be a part of his crazy, pain-filled life. He couldn’t—wouldn’t drag her down with him. She was so much more than him, and deserved better than him. He slowly walked over towards her, sat down, and leaned his arms against his knees. He made sure that he was sitting close enough so, he could see her clearly, but also far enough away so, they weren’t touching.
She sensed him, and opened her eyes, realizing that he was sitting down next to her. “Uh, what are you doing?”
He looked over at her, puzzled by that question. “I’m not letting you wait by yourself.”
She rolled her eyes, muttering that she could take care of herself.
He smiled, but it faded as soon as he noticed the deep gash above her right eye. It was slightly bleeding. How did he not notice that before? Oh right, he was too focused on why she wasn’t questioning him, running away from him or anything, except the way she was acting. “Your hurt.”
She frowned before she remembered the cut on her forehead. “Oh that, it’s nothing, just a scratch.”
He looked away from her. He did that. It was his fault. He saved her life, but she still got hurt. Why couldn’t he do anything right? He pushed those foreboding thoughts away before ripping off a piece of his flannel shirt, and gently pressed it against the cut.
She slightly winced, but tried not to show it.
“Sorry.”
Their eyes found each other, and they felt themselves becoming lost, everything around them faded away until it was just the two of them.
She quickly averted her eyes, liking the way he made her feel way too much, and needed a distraction…pronto. She looked back at him. “I’m Lois, by the way, Lois Lane.”
He smiled softly. “Clark. Clark Kent.”
Their eyes locked, smiles lingering in them, and softly, shook hands.
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