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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You will obey me, Kal-El.”
Clark shot out of bed, dripping in sweat, and gasping for breath. After his heartbeat returned to normal, and his breathing became even, he leaned back against the headboard, and softly closed his eyes. Every night. Every night for the past two weeks he has had the same dream, more like a nightmare, he thought.
It haunted him.
It tormented him.
He looked down at his chest. A large shield, which covered his entire chest, with what looked like the number eight stamped in the middle of it, but he knew it meant something else entirely. He traced the slightly pink, raised skin, and wondered if he would always have this—if he would always have this reminder of what he’s done, and what he’s lost.
He plopped down onto the bed and stared up at the white, popcorn ceiling. He knew he would always have the mark of his ancestors, as long as he continued to disobey his biological father, but he couldn’t go back to him—to his family—to his friends. He just couldn’t—wouldn’t go back.
This was his life now.
This was who he was now, and who he would continue to be.
The hot, sticky tears fell down his cheeks, and he aggressively swiped them away. He didn’t deserve to be upset or saddened by the thought of what he turned himself into. It was fault—his mistake, and he would have to learn to live with it.
He didn’t want to feel like this anymore. He didn’t want to look at that stupid symbol every day. He was tired—tired of everything, and just wanted it all to stop, but knew it wouldn’t. He wanted his life back—his home back. He wanted to forget every horrible thing he caused and go back to the life he misses, but he couldn’t do that. It was just an impossible dream.
He would always feel the pain he caused his parents. He would always feel the guilt of ruining his mother’s only chance at having a child of her own. He would always feel the guilt of breaking his father’s trust and respect. He would always feel shame for the havoc he caused in Metropolis. He would feel it all for the rest of his life.
He deserved to live in this endless torment that was now, and would forever be his life. He had made the biggest mistake of his life, and now, he had no choice but to live with the consequences of what he’s done and caused.
He would regret everything that happened that horrendous day.
He would never accept that he believed he was doing the right thing.
He would never forgive himself.
He would live in this anguish, self-loathing, and culpability…forever. There was no going back in time—there was no changing what he’s done—there was no changing his undeniable fate.
He clamped his eyes shut, trying and failing to dispel the memories. Destroying the spaceship. Disobeying Jor-El. Ruining his parent's lives. Kal stealing—using—bribing. They refused to escape from his mind, heart or soul. They lingered in the shadows deep inside himself. He wanted it all to disappear—vanish from him, but they wouldn’t, and he knew deep, deep down that they would always be there.
Haunting him.
Taunting him.
Tormenting him.
A few more tears slipped past his closed eyelids, as the memories of his parents, and his friends rushed to the forefront of his mind. He hurt them all, in one way or another, some more so than others, but hurt them all the same. They all probably missed him, and he missed them…dearly, but he still wouldn’t let that take him back home. He wanted to jump on his bike, drive out of this town, and go back home, god, he wanted to really, really badly, but it wasn’t possible. He couldn’t—wouldn’t face them after knowing—remembering everything he has caused them.
Pain.
Suffering.
Heartbreak.
They were all better off without him. His parents. Pete. Chloe. Lana. They all deserved better than having him in their lives.
He would never go back. He could never go back, even if somewhere inside he wanted to. He knew who he was now.
He was alone.
He was broken.
He was suffering.
He would live with the mistakes of his life…forever.
Lois was a woman on a mission, as she slowly walked down the streets.
Coffee.
She needed it—wanted it desperately. She peered at every single cramped building she passed, looking—searching for her salvation.
As she walked, she breathed in the fresh air and could feel the sun rays beaming down on her skin. It felt great. She felt amazing. She felt more liberated than she has ever felt in her entire life. Life couldn’t be any better than it was right now, she thought but stood corrected the moment she saw what she had been searching for, for the past hour.
A Café.
A Café with food and coffee. Life had definitely just gotten ten times better, she thought, as she rushed across the street.
She hastily ordered a black coffee with three sugars, three maple donuts, and a copy of the local newspaper before quickly finding a quiet, isolated booth. She saw the looks, heard the protests from the other customers, and the clerk about her hurry, but she didn’t care. She needed this. She needed it…now. She had barely sat down before she was breathing in the aroma of her coffee, letting the smell overwhelm her senses, and closed her eyes as it sent a wave of pleasure to her stomach. She really, really needed this. She took a long, lingering sip, and sighed in utter bliss. It was absolutely delicious. She had gone without coffee for a few days, and this, this tasted like heaven, probably the best she’s had in forever. At that moment, she vowed that as long as she was in this small-town she would be frequenting this establishment every…single…day.
It had been a few days since she found somewhere she wanted to stay for a little while. Over the past two weeks, she had been either staying in small towns for a few days or driving, except for the week she was stranded in that no-good Kansas town.
She hated it. Every. Damn. Second. Of. It.
She had thought that, maybe, just maybe she could get through being stranded in the town for a week, but after her first day there she realized that she just wanted to leave, and vowed that once she was free she would never be going back to that town.
It was just miserable.
Firstly, there was absolutely nothing to do. She would walk the streets every day wanting to find something to do to pass the time, but there was nothing…at all.
Secondly, the hotel she was staying at was small, crummy, and had the stench of decaying fish. It was completely and utterly disgusting. She barely slept at night, too miserable to even sleep the days away so, she could leave.
Thirdly, the people in the town were worse than anything she had ever experienced, with all their questions and inquisitive nature. She was also inquisitive, a downfall to her personality, but she knew when to stop badgering people…they didn’t. Every day and every night she was questioned about why she was there, albeit it was a small-town, no more than one thousand people living there, but did they seriously have nothing better to do than antagonize her?
As soon as her car was properly fixed, and ready to be picked up she was out of that no-good horrible excuse of a town within two hours and was back on the road, where she wanted to be.
Over the following week, she had initially planned to just drive through a state or two until she was far enough away from Arizona, but instead, she had stayed in Colorado, visiting the small-towns, and fell in love with the state. She never intended to stay in one place for too long, but it had captivated her, and for some reason, she felt like she needed to be here. It was beautiful. It was small. It was surrounded by the humongous blue-purplish mountains. It was barricaded by trees, trees, and even more trees. The hotel she was staying at was absolutely fabulous and had a homey type atmosphere, which made her feel something she’s never felt before…contempt.
She genuinely liked it here.
She felt like she could breathe better here like the air was filled with everything she had been searching for since she left Arizona.
She felt more liberated here, more so than she has felt ever since running away from her father.
She felt like she could stay here for a while, without worries, and without the baggage, her life consists of. She wanted to stay here, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing.
But…
She knew she couldn’t stay forever, even if she wanted to, even if it felt like this was the right place for her to be. It was too risky staying in one place for too long. He could and would find her. She didn’t want that. Not at all. She wanted to feel this way for as long as possible.
She washed down her first maple donut with her coffee. She could stay here for a while, enjoying herself—enjoying her freedom until she felt it was time to move to a different place—a different state—a different journey.
This was her life now.
Carefree.
Liberating.
It wasn’t what she was used to, but it’s what she wanted, needed, and intended to keep doing until her father found her. It was inevitable. He would find her and drag her back to the life she was escaping from, with some consequences no doubt.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts. She wouldn’t think about that. She was going to enjoy herself for the time being.
She finished off her second maple donut, sipped her coffee, and flipped open The Estes Park Tribune.
Life was great!
He walked down the familiar streets of Estes Park, watching as the people rushed in and out of the small, cramped buildings. He felt the fresh air brush across his skin, felt the sun energizing him and relished in the beauty that surrounded him. He has been here, in Colorado, for almost two weeks now. It was the first town he came across and hasn’t wanted or needed to leave since. He never intended on staying here this long, but couldn’t help but fall in love with this state—with this town. It was exceptionally beautiful here. The mountains were the most incredible thing he has ever seen in his life. He knew that he should be wanting to get as far away from Kansas as possible, and Colorado was a little too close to home for comfort, but for some reason, it felt right being here. It felt like he belonged here. He didn’t know how long he was staying or when he was going to leave, but at the moment, he was staying here until he was ready to move onto to his next destination—his next journey.
He walked into his favorite café. It was small. It was quaint. It had a particular atmosphere, which pulled him in from the very first visit, and has been coming here every morning, and almost every night. They served the best breakfast croissants and their coffee was the best thing he has ever tasted. He never used to drink it, but ever since he’s been here, he hasn’t been able to resist the urge for some much needed, and much-appreciated caffeine.
He walked up to the service counter and smiled at the red-head, who worked here every morning. “Hey! Good morning, Joslyn.”
Joslyn, who was busy finishing off the last customer's order looked up and smiled the most beaming smile when she saw who was standing in front of her. It was Clark. He had been coming in here for the past two weeks, and her day brightened every morning when he walked through those front doors. “Hi, Clark! Are we having the usual this morning?”
He nodded.
She quickly prepared his regular coffee, his ham, and cheese breakfast croissant, and handed it over to him.
He smiled at her. She was such a sweet girl, he thought. “Thanks.”
He turned away from her, not even noticing the longing in her eyes or how she was about to ask the question she’s been dying to ask him since the first moment she laid eyes on him. He started to head outside towards the bench, where he sat every morning, but didn’t make it two steps before something or rather someone caught his attention immediately.
A woman, who was sitting in a booth near the back of the café only a few feet away from him had captivated him. His heart quickened. His breath caught in his throat. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, as he stared wide-eyed at the one person he hoped he would see again, but never thought it would happen.
It was Lois Lane.
He slightly shook his head, and blinked a few times, thinking that maybe he was seeing things—seeing her, but she was there, and for the first time in two weeks, a real smile crept onto his features. He watched as she munched down on a donut, drank her coffee, and had her nose buried deep into the newspaper. His smile grew wider, as his eyes swept over her again and again. She was even more breathtakingly beautiful than she was the last time he saw her.
When he left her in Kansas, there wasn’t one day that he didn’t think about her, especially at night, as he laid in bed he would replay every single moment they spent together. The moment he saved her life and stared into her beautiful hazel eyes. The moment he realized just how beautiful she actually is. The moment he decided to give up on his secrets, and tell her the truth about himself, even though she wasn’t badgering him to tell her. The moment he had put on a display of his powers, and almost kissed her. The exciting moment when she was pressed up against him while riding his motorcycle. Their dinner together, and the horrifying moment he was forced to say goodbye to her.
He frowned.
He absolutely hated every second of that. He didn’t want to leave—he didn’t want to leave her, but he had made the decision to leave Kansas knowing that he couldn’t—wouldn’t stay there, even if it meant being with her. He has regretted that moment ever since he left her, alone, but deep down he knew that she was going to be okay and that she could easily take care of herself. He learned that first hand. But, most of all, he regretted having to have to say goodbye to her in the first place.
She had clouded his mind—affected his heart, and reached into his soul within a mere few hours of meeting her. When he left, it broke him, more than he thought it would, especially since he shouldn’t have felt the way he did—the way he still feels about her after such a short amount of time, but it felt right—it still feels right.
And now, now they were in the same town, only two weeks after they last saw each other, what were the odds of the happening? He wasn’t one to believe in destiny, actually, he desperately hated that word, but for some reason he couldn’t explain it, it felt like this was always supposed to happen. A surge of utter excitement rolled through his body, at the thought of spending even more time with the girl who surprised him, intrigued him, and most of all, made him feels things that he has never felt before.
He slowly walked over to her. He could feel his body trembling. She was really here. She was really sitting in front of him. The closer he got to her, the wider his smile became, and as soon as he was standing right in front of her he stopped, and stared down at her. He took a deep breath, “Is this seat taken?”
He didn’t give her time to respond before he had sat down across from her and waited for the fiery reaction that was sure to come. He knew it would irritate her—piss her off, but mostly, it would cause her to go off on an endless rant, which he enjoyed watching her do. But, he didn’t care about that, not right now. He was more interested in seeing her reaction to realizing just who he was. Would she be happy to see him? Thrilled? Shocked? Surprised?
He smirked, folding his hands in front of him, and waited for the inevitable to happen.
She was happily enjoying reading the tourist section of the newspaper when she felt a presence looming over her. She felt a million and one barbs rise up inside her, and they endlessly rested on the tip of her tongue but resisted saying anything. Normally, she wouldn’t mind making a scene, but in this case, she was just hoping—praying that this idiot would get the hint that she wasn’t interested, and wanted to be left alone.
He didn’t.
She heard him ask if he could sit down with her, and she immediately wanted to berate this guy for bothering her but stopped herself. She frowned. She knew that voice. It was familiar—too familiar like she should know this guy from somewhere, but she couldn’t place from where she had heard his voice before.
She growled, silently, all thoughts of familiarity flushed down the toilet when he just helped himself to her table without permission, albeit she would have never given it to him in the first place. How dare he? Does he even know what he just got himself into?
She clenched the paper into her fists, “Who the hell do you think you—” She stopped mid-sentence, after dropping the newspaper, and recognized who was actually sitting in front of her immediately.
It was Clark Kent.
He was sitting across from her, hands folded in front of him, and had the biggest smirk plastered on his face. She didn’t have time to think, talk or breathe.
Her eyes widened.
Her mouth dropped open, closed, then dropped open again.
He was here. He was actually sitting in front of her. The guy that saved her life. The guy that revealed sides of himself that he had never shown anyone. The guy who made her feel things she had never felt before.
Over the past two weeks, he had thought about him every single day, especially at night when she was either getting ready to go to sleep or was having trouble sleeping, which was a new concept to her since she had never, ever dawdled over a guy as much as she has over him.
Every single night when she would close her eyes, she would replay every moment they spent together in excruciating detail, and more times than not it kept her wide awake. She would visualize him saving her life, and locking eyes with his terrified aquamarine ones. She would see his perfectly handsome features, and the moment she realized how good-looking he actually is. She would relive the moment that he revealed his true self to her, and could hear the fear in his voice, even though she never asked him to tell her. She would see him displaying every one of his abilities to her before they almost kissed, a moment she replayed over and over again in her mind. She would see the moment they rode on his motorcycle and remember the feel of his body pressed against hers. She would replay their dinner together, still tasting the food they ate, and the dreadful moment that they had to say goodbye to each other.
She absolutely hated it when he left. She didn’t want him to go, and she knew that he didn’t want to either, but they both knew it was going to happen nevertheless. He was running, just like her, from a past, he refuses to talk about, and she understood that that was why he had to leave, even if he didn’t voice it. He didn’t have to. She could see it in his eyes. Hear it in his voice. And feel it from within him.
There wasn’t a single moment that she regretted with him, except having to say goodbye to the man who had clouded her mind—her judgment, who broke down her walls within a few hours, and slithered his way inside her heart, and deep into her soul. When he left, she had refused to walk by—look at or even consider going into the restaurant they dined together at because it only reminded her that he wasn’t in her life anymore and that she would never see him again. And now, now he was sitting in front of her.
Her heart fluttered, the sensation spreading throughout her entire body, as she remembered the way he had made her feel two weeks—the way he still made her feel just by looking at her. She took a deep breath, “Clark?”
He smiled, tilting his head to one side, “Hello, Lois.”
She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading out on her face, at the sound of his voice. She never thought she would hear it again. She believed that their few hours in Kansas was the last that she would ever see of him. She just couldn’t believe that he was actually here. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
He took a drink of his coffee, to hide the smile that just grew wider and wider the longer he sat here talking to her. He stared deep into her eyes, never wanting to look away from those beautiful orbs. “You know, I could ask you the same thing.”
She smirked, leaning back in her chair, and crossing her arms over her chest. “I asked you first. So, what are you doing here, Clark?”
He watched her movements and absolutely loved it when she did that. He had noticed that she did it a lot, especially when she wanted answers. “I’ve actually been here for almost two weeks now. After I left Kansas, I just drove, never stopping once until I ended up here. This is the first town I found, and I haven’t left since.”
She quirked a brow at that. She wasn’t expecting that, not in the slightest. She had got the feeling that he couldn’t or wouldn’t want to stay in one place for too long, a lot like her, but for different reasons. She figured that either he didn’t have any ideas on where to go or he just loved it here as much as she did, and that’s why he hasn’t left yet. Her heart stopped, at the thought of him leaving. She really, really hoped that he wasn’t going to leave. She didn’t want him to. “How long are you staying here?”
He hesitated. He didn’t know the answer to that, but that wasn’t the only reason he hesitated. The tone in her voice made him wonder if she wasn’t just curious but wanted to know because she wanted him to stay. His heart beat even faster, as hope consumed him. He wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon, but now that she was here, he definitely wouldn’t be leaving. “Uh, I’m not too sure. I, um, I wasn’t planning on staying here this long, but ever since I got here I enjoyed it, and I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon. I don’t want to.”
She grinned from ear to ear, at his words. He wasn’t leaving. He was staying here. She didn’t want him to go, especially not since she just got here. She didn’t know how long she wanted to stay, but as long as he was here she didn’t want to leave—she didn’t want to leave knowing he was still here. It was risky. It was stupid. She could lose everything she desperately wanted—her freedom, but she didn’t care, not anymore. If he was here, then this is where she was staying. She had missed him, and she didn’t want to say goodbye to him again, just because her fears about her father finding her tore them apart. She didn’t want that. She wanted to stay here, with him.
“What about you, Lois? What are you doing in Colorado? I mean, I know we don’t know each other very well, but I wouldn’t think you’d want to stay in another small town.”
She smiled. He knew her better than he realized. But sighed, as she recalled what happened before she came here. “Well, I lived the week from hell in Kansas, and let me tell you as much as I wanted my car fixed, I was on the verge of renting a new car just, so I could leave. It was the most miserable place I have ever been to, and I will never, ever be going back to that dreadful place.”
He laughed, “That bad, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “You have no idea. Anyways, after I left there I planned to drive through a few states, but as soon as I got into Colorado I really liked it, more than I thought I was going to. So, instead of leaving right away, I visited a few of the towns and really started to love it here. Last night, I ended up here, and it’s really peaceful here.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it really is.” He stared into her eyes, smiling, but it faded just as quickly, as a thought crossed his mind, and a dreadful feeling seeped into his bones. How long was she actually staying? She doesn’t like small towns, he knew that much so, did that mean she was leaving? When? Today? Tomorrow? In a week? He wanted to know. He needed to know. He didn’t want her to leave. “Ho-How long are you staying?”
She already knew the answer to that, but she couldn’t just tell him that. She might be a very voiced, and opinionated person, but she wasn’t just going to admit that she would stay as long as he was here. No way in hell could she say those words, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him. “I don’t know. I wasn’t planning on staying too long, but I really like it here, and I think I just found a pretty good reason to stay a little bit longer.”
He grinned from ear to ear and leaned closer to her. He didn’t know what to say to that. She just openly flirted with him, and he couldn’t stop the way his stomach twisted in knots in anticipation. She wanted to stay longer than she planned because he was here. That filled him with so many emotions.
Hope.
Happiness.
Excitement.
He stared deep into her eyes, his feelings—his emotions radiating from them, and he could see hers shining right back at him. They felt the same way. He didn’t want her to leave. She didn’t want him to leave. Neither of them wanted to leave at all if the other was here, and that was all that mattered. He slightly tilted his head to one side, and realized something, he missed her so damn much, and now that she was here he was going to spend as much time with her as possible. “So, um, I’m guessing that since you just got here last night that you haven’t really done anything around here yet?”
She leaned closer to him, “You mean, like go sightseeing and stuff?”
He laughed, also leaning closer to her, “There is more to it than sightseeing, but yeah, have you?”
She shook her head. “So? How about it, farm boy? What is there to do in this town? I’ve been wanting to have some fun, and I’m hoping that this small-town can provide some.”
He smiled, remembering the few things that he has done so far, but they would be so, so much more fun if she was with him—if she was experiencing everything with him, as long as he could spend more time with her. “Hmmm, I think there might be a few things to do that just might interest you.”
She couldn’t wait to spend some more time with him. It was going to be fun, no matter what they did. It could be boring—it could be appalling—it could be something that she never wanted to do or see, but it didn’t matter, as long as they could do it together. She was going to spend every waking second of her time with him.
He was just smiling at her, as she patiently waited for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t she became irritable, and huffed, “Well? Are you going to tell me or not?”
He seemed to be contemplating that before smirking at her, “Or not.”
She glared.
He laughed, at the expression plastered on her beautiful face. “I have an idea…How about I show you instead?”
She grinned, loving that idea immensely. “I would love that.”
He grinned right back. “Good.” He quickly stood up, and held out his hand towards her, “Well? Are you coming or not?”
She slipped her hand into his, and they walked out of the café together, heading towards their first adventure. As they walked, hand in hand, neither of them could stop smiling at the idea of spending the day together.
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