Lightning Strikes Twice (SV, XO, UC, Mature) AN - 11/09[WIP]

[Lightning Summer]

Title: Lightning Strikes Twice
Disclaimer: I own nothing (a sad fact indeed), especially none of the characters from either Roswell or Smallville (but I can dream).
Pairing: Liz / Clark
Rating: Not sure yet, but for now Mature
Summary: Liz leaves Roswell to find herself. Only problem is, aliens seem to follow wherever she goes…
Note: This is my first XO fic – please be kind. I will try to update regularly, as and when I can manage the time from work.

Chapter 1
Alexander Charles Whitman, my best friend and confidante died 3 months ago. It was all so senseless, a stupid accident. Swerving to avoid a dog that had run out on the road, and instead running head on into a truck. Oh Lord, how many times have those types of things happened – but to someone else… You can never fully understand until something like that happens to you and yours. It was a tragedy and I think that the worse part is that it was so sudden, leaving no way to say all the things that you put off saying, like ‘I love you’ or ‘You’re my best friend’ or ‘I’ll treasure you always’ or ‘I appreciate all the times you were there for me, and all the things you have done for me’.
Stupid dog! Should have just knocked the damn thing. For a while, I seriously contemplated using my powers on it – maybe getting one of the Sherrif’s guns and shooting it between the eyes!!! Shit, I didn’t even know which one it was. But I was so angry, for so long. Suffice to say, I didn’t handle his death very well.

I cannot say that life has been easy for me lately – in fact, I cannot say that life has been anything but wearying – dragging me down, making me feel old almost to the point where I begin to ask myself why am I even living – why hasn’t my body given up on me? Why am I still here? How much more can I withstand?
For a while, I truly contemplated throwing in the towel and meeting Alex on the other side. Maybe then my soul will be at peace… maybe then I will be able to sleep at night without feeling pain, without feeling alone.

But that’s a defeatist attitude – I have my health, well, maybe not… who knows what that alien touch has done to me. I’m sure that I cannot be classified as human anymore. Humans don’t have green lightning sparks running through their body. Humans don’t see flashes when touching people. Humans certainly cannot predict the future. And please, don’t even mention psychics, Madam Vivien certainly didn’t get it right, did she?!

Let’s not focus on that, how about looking at the other positives in my life – I have Maria, sort of. We’ve drifted apart quite a bit, But I hope that we can get back to the type of friendship that we used to have before, despite the fact that one of the three is now gone… And look at that, I’m still using the word hope – so all cannot be lost.
Maybe one day we can let go of the past and forgive each other.

As for my other friends, well… Michael and Isabel more or less put up with me at the beginning, simply because of Max. Then completely tossed me aside once they found out that I had ‘slept’ with Kyle – their loyalty was always going to be with Max, and I both understand and commend that, and will never blame them for it.

With Kyle, things are going to get better – that whole Future Max debacle gave him an excuse to distance himself from all the aliens, me included. He still doesn’t know why I asked him to do it, and I don’t think he wants to know, he’s certainly never showed any interest in finding out the reason. At the moment, he is focusing more and more on sport, which for him is as normal as you can get.
It’s funny, you would have thought by now that he would be displaying some evidence of powers. Apparently not… I must be the lucky one!

As for Tess, we’ve never been friends – I always considered her as the other woman, trying to steal Max away from me. But, if I’m honest, she really didn’t have to try too hard. It wasn’t all a mind warp – I picked up that much at least… from Max himself, no less. See, those kisses were good for something anyway.
So, let’s just say that he prefers blondes to brunettes, or rather former Alien queens with kick-ass powers and stunning looks as opposed to semi-human earth girls with plain looks and hit-and-miss powers.
Anyway, I don’t know if Tess and I will ever be friends – that’s one of those situations where we will just have to wait and see, and she seems much happier now, more comfortable in her skin. That’s probably because she finally has Max all to herself, who is starting to look at her the way he used to look at me.

So finally, there’s Max… We had a really long talk, and for the first time ever, I think that we were completely honest with each other. He told me that he did feel something for Tess, and that when he found out that she was having his baby, it all just turned around for him. I think that’s when he finally admitted it – Tess and the baby she was carrying – his baby – had become the centre of his universe… I’m glad for them, I really am…

Do I sound as if I’m trying to convince myself?
Well, I suppose I have to ask, where does this leave me?

Maybe, I can heal in Kansas. Aunt Nell offered me a place to stay while I complete my last year at school, where I can get back to my studies and regain the ground that I lost. Maybe my dream of being a molecular biologist is not out of my reach just yet.
The more I think about it, the more appealing it sounds – taking a break, finding a bit of peace away from the Aliens, from ex-boyfriends and strained relationships.

Smallville, here I come…

[Lightning Summer]

Chapter 2

I had a few more minutes before we had to leave for the airport and used it to look at my room for the last time. The photographs on the mirror, the mementos on my shelf, my bed...

“Liz?”

Sighing, I look at my mom in the doorway. “Hey mom.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m just…” I can’t continue.

“You know that you don’t have to go, that you can change your mind, anytime.”

“I know, but I think I need to do this, for my own peace of mind. I’m not running away from you and dad, just from -”

“Everyone else?”

“Mom!” I looked at her in consternation, then smiled a little. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“Lizzie, honey, you know, your father and I… we don’t like to pry or push. But, do you think that we haven’t noticed how you have slowly but surely been withering away here.”

I turn away from her gaze, trying not to cry. Walking to the window, I look out at my balcony that used to be my safe haven – my space – until it was ruined by the arrival of… No, I promised myself that there would be no more thoughts of the aliens, and especially not my past future visitor.

“Lizzie, when Alex died, I felt so helpless. I didn’t know what to do for you, and all I wanted was to hold you tight and not let go. To protect you from the world, and I couldn’t because you were drifting further and further away from me.”

Hearing the tremor in her voice, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. “I love you mommy, and I know that I hurt you and daddy by not being honest, but at that time I couldn’t.”

“Oh Liz, I understand honey, and I didn’t mean to bring this up again. I understood when we spoke about it last night, and that whole Max thing –”

Breaking away, I once again went to my window. I was glad that I had come clean about Max, Tess and the baby, hoping that one day I would be able to be completely honest about the other issue as well.

“Sorry, I know that I said I wasn’t going to bring that up again, but you’re my baby, so you will just have to forgive me for wanting to go over there for the sole purpose of castrating Max Evans,” she said, disgusted.

I surprised myself by laughing. “Wow, should I tell daddy to keep you away from the kitchen knives?” I said, turning around to face her once more.

Smiling, she replied, “No, that would just put the idea in his head instead.”

“And what are we laughing at?” came a male voice from the hall.

Looking at my mom, I grinned and called, “Nothing daddy.”

“So, are we ready to go?” My father leaned against the door frame, with a smile on his face.

“Yeah dad, all packed, let’s go.”

Walking downstairs and into the Café, I came face to face with Maria.
“Hi,” she said hesitantly. “I just came to say goodbye, and um…”

She was looking down, shoulders slumped, and it was so unlike the bubbly Maria to look dejected that I dropped my purse, threw my arms around her and held tight. Once upon a time, we were best friends, and we’ll get that back…

“I’m going to miss you too Ria, lots.”

Her face brightened, “Will you write and call everyday?”

I couldn’t help but grin at her. “I can’t promise everyday, but definitely every week, how’s that?”

“I love you Liz.”

“Liz, we have to go or you will miss your flight.”

Nodding my head to acknowledge my dad, I hugged Maria one last time and whispered, “I love you too Ria.”
Breaking away, I picked up my purse and not looking back, I walked out the door and jumped into the car with my mom and dad. Amazingly enough, I found that I was embarking on this journey with a lighter heart, and even *gasp* found myself looking forward to the change.

If my eyes had strayed, even a little, I would have seen Max watching me from across the street with a sad smile on his face.

****

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have just begun our descent, and will be landing at the Metropolis City Airport shortly. Please ensure that your tray tables are in the upright position and your…

I stopped listening and stared out the window at the city below, thinking about my farewell with my parents.
The ride to the airport had been uneventful, with everyone mostly keeping their thoughts to themselves. But at the airport, saying goodbye had been considerably more upsetting than I had thought, particularly as my dad didn’t want to let go, holding me so that I could hardly catch my breath. And if I have to be honest, I had a hard time letting go as well – pulling away only when the final boarding call was announced. My mom had tears running down her face, and I couldn’t help but shed a few myself, as I kissed them both, before turning and walking towards the gate to begin my new life.

Sitting back in my seat, I contemplated this new life, what it would entail, and tried to figure out what I was feeling. Anxiety for sure… I mean anyone would be nervous starting fresh in an entirely new environment where you don’t know anyone or the area or the hangouts or indeed what people did for fun – this was stepping out of your comfort zone in a fairly big way.
But along with that nervousness I felt a sense of anticipation. To think, I was no longer answerable to the Pod Squad for any decisions I had made, no longer would I have to look over my shoulder or feel threatened should a stranger come to town. No more running from the FBI or evil aliens. It was actually freeing.

That was it, I felt free…


A/N.
First, I’m sure that Smallville does not have its own airport, so I made up one in Metropolis.
Second, there seems to be some debate regarding how far Metropolis is from Smallville. So for the purposes of this fic, I made it 45 minutes.
Third, I promise that we will be in Smallville in the next chapter – there were a couple of things that needed settling in Roswell, which I tackled in this chapter. Please bear with me, I’m getting to the action.

For those of you who left feedback, great big hugs and kisses. It is much appreciated.

[Lightning Summer]

A/N.
Just a few comments:
1. Thanks for the great feedback
2. Tess is not evil, just pathetic. I'll be sure to have Liz kick her butt along with Max's in another fic.
3. I'll be getting to the good parts soon.
4. Will not be following Smallville plot which is way too convoluted for my tiny mind - but I will be creating my own and explaining as and when I'm writing.
5. ENJOY !!!!


Chapter 3

Walking into the airport terminal, I scanned the waiting faces looking for anyone I recognised. According to mom, I was to look for Aunt Nell and my cousin Lana. Not seeing the two brunettes that I expected to find, I continued to the baggage claim area to collect my bags.

Noting that no luggage carts were available, I made my way to the carousel that was, of course, completely surrounded by people, all of whom were taller than me… Shit, everyone was taller than me. Blowing out a breath, I decided to wait until a space cleared, although how I would manage with three big bags was another story entirely.

Deciding that standing around doing nothing wouldn’t help, I tried to find a way around the masses. In doing so, I spotted an unattended luggage cart and rushed over to grab it. Just my luck, as I reached for it, a large hand clutched the handle right before mine.

“Dammit.” I swore under my breath, fighting the urge to kick something. “Where in the hell am I going to get another one? Shit.”

“Uh hi… you can take it if you like; my dad and I can just carry our bags.” A deep voice spoke behind me.

Turning around, I was confronted by the ultimate in male beauty. Holy shit… forget Patrick, this guy was McDreamy and then some. Deciding that this definitely required a closer look, I started at the bottom. Big feet in white sneakers… mm… big feet, big hands, big… What?! I could barely believe the thoughts running through my head, this was not me… I don’t lust over a guy like this on the first meet – and it’s not even been a proper introduction yet… Suppress baser instincts now!

Bulge behind the zipper of the black jeans… okay, that definitely showed potential. Continuing my journey, I encountered a red clad chest. Correction… a damn nice chest – clearly defined pecs, and oh yes… those were nipples I was seeing under the cloth of that T-shirt. Okay, I’d say that this guy works out big time, which was proven even more when I looked at his muscular arms. Damn, I was a sucker for well-built guys. Wonder if he would mind my running my hands up his chest or along his arms up to his broad shoulders. Man, I really hope my tongue isn’t hanging out my mouth or that I’m panting like a dog…

My eyes moved upwards and I saw a thick, strong neck… imagined running my tongue over that Adam’s apple. Oh boy, chin cleft – I’ll gladly take a bite out of that… Stop!! You’re not a damned rabbit – control yourself!

Okay, I’m running out of expletives, and I haven’t even finished the tour yet… Full lips… Whispering sweet nothings, nibbling and kissing… Penetrating blue eyes… Oh Lord, let’s not talk about penetrating… Is it getting hot in here? He looks a bit flushed - so I’m guessing that the air-conditioner might not be working, thank God. Imagine if he knew what I was thinking.

I am slowly becoming aware that the full lips – damn, they look soft and tempting! – are moving and the dark eyebrows have lifted. Shoot, how long have I been standing here staring while this gorgeous male specimen has been talking to me?

“Um… What?” Great, I sound like a dork.

“I asked if you were okay – you just seemed to… space out for a minute there.”

Wow, I just caught a glimpse of his tongue – can I just melt on the spot?
Focus, dammit – his royal hotness is talking to you!!!

“Are you okay?”

Now, I just know that I am blushing… what a great first impression.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I was just thinking.” Uh huh, about jumping your bones…
“So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, okay… I just said that you could have the cart, if you like. Dad and I have only one bag apiece, so we can manage that with no problem,” he smiled, pointing to someone over my shoulder.

He’s smiling… At this point, I think I’m going to have to ask if I can be his sex slave… I’m definitely thinking that this virgin needs to get laid.
Trying really hard not to stammer, I reply “Yeah, I would. Thanks.”

“Ready to go, son?” An unwelcome voice echoes from behind me.

“Sure dad.” Turning to me, McDreamy smiles again and whispers, “You know, I normally take off my sweater when I’m feeling hot.”

“Oh yeah… Huh…”

He winks at me, and follows his dad out the building.

“What!” Oh God, how embarrassing! Please Lord; let me not have said anything else out loud… Leaning against the cart, I watch McDreamy’s butt as he walks away from me, aware that I am beet red and that I am grinning…

Finally turning away to grab my luggage, I think about McDreamy… Too bad, I didn’t get his name, would’ve been nice to have a little fling on the side. Listen to me – Maria would be so proud... Oh well, Metropolis is a big city, probably won’t run into him again, especially when I’m going to be living in Smallville.

Hefting my cases onto the cart, I turn around and see Aunt Nell, and who I assume is Lana waving at me. As I approach, I see that Lana sort of looks like me, with long brown hair and dark eyes. Aunt Nell looks nothing like mom, which is strange seeing as they are sisters. Aunt Nell is a brunette, like me and Lana, but unlike me, both are taller. Well, colour me surprised… is anyone shorter? Even McDreamy was tall…

“Hi.” I am unsurprised to find myself pulled into a hug and being kissed on both cheeks. Our family is very demonstrative.

“Welcome Liz, I’m so glad you’re here.” Aunt Nell is beaming when she turns me to face the other brunette. “This is Lana, your cousin.”

“Hi Liz, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She waved as she said it, and I realised that she was actually quite beautiful.

”Hi Lana, likewise.” Shifting to look at both, I say, “Thanks for having me. I know it’s a long time, and I’ll get a part-time job to pay my share.” I don’t want either of them to feel any extra burden by me staying with them for a whole year.

“Nonsense, Liz. We are all family, and I’m sure Lana is glad to have someone her age around, so that the both of you can team up against me.”

“What are you talking about?” Lana says, trying, I think, her best to look innocent.

“Huh… I might have been born at night, but it definitely wasn’t last night.”

I looked at Lana to find her laughing, and join in. Okay, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I already feel comfortable, which is a great start to the year.

A/N.
Let’s play pretend – Lana stays with Aunt Nell. They both own the Talon, and Dean Winters hasn’t arrived. All are in their last year at school.
Lana and Chloe are 1 year older than Clark and Liz.

[Lightning Summer]

Chapter 4

Driving from Metropolis, I was struck by the differences between Roswell and Smallville. While Roswell was practically a desert, Smallville was the opposite made up of lush fields and lots of green trees. You could almost imagine lying on the grass in summer and soaking up the sun, watching kids playing in the fields, doing handsprings… Not that the same wasn’t possible in Roswell, but the mental picture was so much better with Smallville as a backdrop.

“So Liz, why didn’t your mom and dad come up with you?” Aunt Nell queried.

I shifted in my seat, not quite sure how I was made to sit in the middle, between Aunt Nell and Lana. The pick-up seat was definitely uncomfortable, and I’m sure I could feel what seemed to be a spring digging into my backside.

“Oh, they wanted to. Mom said that she missed you a lot and this would have been the perfect reason to spend some time here, but unfortunately they couldn’t leave the Crashdown unattended.” Shrugging my shoulders, I explained, “We get very busy during the holidays, especially with the tourists coming to see the crash site, hoping to find some aliens.”

“Huh!”

I looked at Lana, wondering about the exclamation and the look on her face. Studying her expression, I tried to gain some sort of understanding or insight, but I was interrupted by Aunt Nell.

“Oh yeah, that town was crazy when I was last there. I believe it was some sort of fair, with a crash or something. Hundreds of people dressed in crazy costumes, celebrating.”

“Yes, the Crash Festival.” That certainly brought back some memories. The epic tale that began with Max saving my life, and ended with the ties almost completely broken between all of us, or rather between me and everyone else.

I never understood before that moment how the celebration of that one event by ignorant people was so traumatising for the aliens. Isabel’s face, more than the others, reflected the most pain and her hands gripped the fence tightly, as if to hold her upright.

In retrospect, I can see now that the one most affected was Michael, who didn’t have anyone to talk to, who had no family and that the crashing just signified the breaking of all ties that he might have had with some family on a far off planet called Antar.
So he did what was ingrained in his DNA – the General of the Antarian Army – he fought hard to keep his only family, Max and Isabel, safe from any threat, which just happened to include me.

That was where the journal-napping came in and I’m sure that to date, none of our friends figured out that the job as cook in the Crashdown was a perfect opportunity for him to keep his eye on us, the humans. But, who could blame him, he was loyal to only Max and Isabel.

To a degree, that same loyalty was present in Isabel, but I only really ever witnessed that when I ‘slept’ with Kyle. That night, Max was so completely out of it, that she did what she always does – she dream-walked him. The next morning I was faced with all three aliens; Isabel looked at me with hate-filled eyes, Michael’s eyes were dismissive and Tess looked at me with triumph and pity, which I think was the worse to bear.

Isabel began ranting that I was a ‘bitch’ and that it was my fault that they were under investigation from the FBI and that it was due to me that their enemies now knew where to find them… Completely unfair, we all knew it, but at the time, I was so upset about the Future Max visit and the repercussions of what I had had to do, that I stood there and accepted every word. I mean, the hurtful words were not as bad, as the pain I was already experiencing.

On top of that, Michael’s quiet staring was completely unnerving, grating on my nerves, while the Ice Queen was having a full go at me, in an attempt to punish me for what I had put her brother through.

As for Tess, the look of triumph was spot on… that’s when the relationship between her and Max changed. She was there and I wasn’t which was what I was aiming for, right? Future Max should be so proud – we accomplished what we set out to do… Tess became Max’s support, she comforted and held and soothed, and I’m guessing that those gestures brought back memories and feelings that Max had never realised could be possible… because with me out of the way, there was no reason to fight anymore.

Anyway, before I knew it, I wasn’t seeing Maria anymore because she was spending all of her time with Michael, and by default the aliens… Isabel wasn’t giving me the time of day, and would leave the room should I even dare to enter it... and Tess and Max were in a steady relationship, and could barely keep their hands off each other.

At that low point in my life, the only person who really had time for me was Alex. Even though he still acted like a puppy, following Isabel around hoping for a scrap of attention, he always managed to find a time to be with me. We became so much closer, connecting over movies, ice-cream and the occasional picnic in the park. He was the sun in my otherwise dark existence… So, when the news came that he had been killed, I refused to believe that my sun had gone. I blamed everyone when clearly it was no-one’s fault. And then Tess got pregnant… Talk about being knocked on your ass when you least expected it…

Coming back to the present, I realised that Aunt Nell was still talking about her visit to Roswell.

“…and Liz, you were so tiny, sleeping peacefully on top of that huge teddy bear.” She turned to me and laughed. “Your dad insisted on getting you that one… I think he must have spent over 100 dollars – he just kept on missing the pins, but he was determined that his little girl was going to have the big one. Do you still have it?”

“Lexis. Yes, I named it after my best friend. He hated that, because I said that it was a girl teddy bear, and he said that he was a boy, so the bear shouldn’t have his name… For a long time, he refused to come anywhere near his namesake.”

“That’s right, the dark-haired boy. I remember him… how is he doing.”

Amazing, after all this time, it still felt like a punch in the gut to face that Alex was gone. My throat closed up and I was hardly able to get the words out of my mouth. “He uh… di… died in a car crash…” I closed my eyes refusing to cry anymore, but my eyes were burning. I bit my lip really hard… I would not cry, not now. Unaware that I was clenching my fists, I barely heard the response; only felt the desperate urge to hold it together.

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

After that, the remainder of the trip was completed in silence.

***

Waking up the next morning, my eyes felt gritty… I guess that’s to be expected when you cry yourself to sleep. When we arrived at the house yesterday, I remember being shown to my bedroom to unpack, then refusing any dinner and holing up in my room for the rest of the night.

I sat up and looking around, I noticed that there seemed to be no colour scheme, and the furniture was mismatched, as if all the extra pieces laying around were put together to create this room. Studying my surroundings a bit more, I decided that it was actually quite charming, and if I wasn’t mistaken… Yes, that was an en suite bathroom on the left side of my bedroom next to the single window. Bonus... no sharing!
A dresser, big closet and a little study area in the corner completed the picture.

Getting out from under the blanket, I drew the curtains and felt the sun warm on my face. There was a garden full of roses and a huge tree in the backyard. All that was needed was a tyre swing or a tree-house… Apparently growing up above a café, with no yard to talk about created a somewhat deprived inner child.

Opening my bags, I reached for a T-shirt and a pair of jeans; I would unpack later. First, a shower and then I needed to apologise to Aunt Nell for my behaviour last night. While brushing my teeth, I heard voices and assumed that Aunt Nell and Lana were awake.

Hold on, that was very definitely a male voice…

A gentle knocking interrupted my musing, and a head popped in.

“Morning Lana.”

“Oh Liz, you’re awake… Morning.” Her smile faltered. “How did you sleep?”

I’m assuming that they must have heard the sobbing last night… Great, probably think I’m going to be a complete drag for the whole year.
“I slept very well, thanks. The bed is very comfortable.”

“Good. So, are you ready for breakfast?”

“Yep, I’m starved.” I approached the door and we both turned to walk to the kitchen.

Then I heard the male voice again…
“Mom asked me come by early, she said that you wanted extra pies today.”

“That’s wonderful. Your mom’s pies are becoming very popular.” That was Aunt Nell’s voice. “She also mentioned something about making me some muffins, but I’ll talk to her about that.”

Turning the corner, I saw Aunt Nell talking to someone with dark hair.

“Oh, there you are Liz. Are you hungry, I made breakfast and Lana…”

I didn’t hear the rest, because mystery man turned around and I was once again confronted with McDreamy, dressed in blue jeans and a blue T-shirt… What a lovely sight to be greeted with in the morning.

“Liz.” I looked at Lana, who had gone to stand next to McDreamy. Hold the phone, did she just place her arm around his waist… Wait a minute, he put his arm around her shoulders.

“This is my boyfriend, Clark.”

Dammit!

[Lightning Summer]

Chapter 5

As I lie on the grass, in the shade of the big tree, I find myself very conflicted. For the first time in my life, I wish I was like Pam Troy… Someone with absolutely no morals, who had no problem making a play for somebody else’s boyfriend… who could take without a thought of the consequences…

Just thinking about yesterday morning, I can feel my face heat up…

“Clark, this is my cousin Liz.”

“Hi,” he smiled.

What a beautiful man… Is it right to call a man such as this one beautiful? Was the word too effeminate? The thought raced across my mind as I gave him a small wave.

“Hi Clark,” I whispered, feeling… what… embarrassed… shy? What happened to the extroverted girl from yesterday, the one who had been openly eyeing this guy as if he was going to be her last meal? The one who imagined performing all sorts of sexual acts on his body? Looking into his eyes, I could see hints of amusement and figured that he was probably wondering the same thing. At this point, I just knew I was blushing, but I couldn’t help myself.

Over the course of the night, I had wondered if he really was as hot as I had thought or had my eyes been playing tricks on me, but in the light of day… way better, almost indescribable. Dimly aware that I was staring but unable to stop, I found myself drowning in his eyes.

“Clark, why don’t you sit and join us for breakfast?” Aunt Nell spoke, interrupting the staring contest we had going.

He turned towards Aunt Nell, breaking eye contact with me and I experienced an inexplicable feeling of loneliness. I didn’t understand… why does this guy affect me so? When I was going out with Max, I thought that the feelings I had then; the intense stares, the need to touch, was the epitome of love – that it was the be-all and end-all and that I would never experience anything like it ever again, and I sincerely thought that I was doomed to an existence without love. Well, quite clearly, I was wrong… I haven’t even touched Clark yet, but I imagine and I yearn and I want desperately, I feel something coming alive inside of me and an urgent need to touch.

So, what’s holding me back? Well the obvious answer is Lana. I know the hurt I felt when Max threw me over for Tess, and I certainly wouldn’t want to be responsible for placing anyone, especially my own flesh and blood, through that type of pain.

So, does this mean that what I felt for Max wasn’t true love? What about the whole ‘soul-mate’ thing? Is what I’m feeling now only hormones, purely lust? How can I know? How can I find out? What if we kissed? What if –

My thoughts come to an instant stop as I see Lana looking up at Clark with apparent adoration in her gaze. On the one hand, I feel an almost primal need to rip her away from him, and declare that he belongs to me… On the other hand, I know that I cannot make any such claim, and I feel a sharp pain at the thought that I will have to watch them together… hugging… touching… kissing… Oh God, I think the bottom dropped out of my stomach, and I feel a sharp pain in my chest… Maybe I should stop thinking – maybe they aren’t serious…

“Um, thanks Mrs P, but I already ate, and I have chores to do at home.” He turned to Lana, kissed her lightly on the lips and said, “Bye Babe, I’ll see you later.”

I slowly unclenched my fists, and move towards to the table for breakfast.

“Nice to meet you, Liz. Bye Mrs. P,” he called out as he left the house.

I still cannot recall what we spoke about, or what we had for breakfast, but I do remember the jealousy I felt on seeing Clark kiss Lana… But what right did I have, he belonged… belongs to Lana – she met him first. He doesn’t even know me. He barely even looked at me when he left. Lana had all his attention. Shit… It doesn’t seem to matter how much I try to reason with myself, none of these intense emotions seem to be going away.

Sighing I sit up and look at the open journal and pen lying next to me. I still couldn’t write in it, and I wondered if I would ever be able to do so. Ever since Alex’s accident, I haven’t been able to write down any of my thoughts. Probably because they are all over the place, and I can’t seem to focus – look at me now, obsessing over a guy I hardly know, alternating between possessive and yielding, fighting the urge to claim and then backing down to leave him to his girlfriend. Sighing again, I close my journal. I need to get back before dark to prepare for my first day of school tomorrow.

[Lightning Summer]

AN.
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Chapter 6

“Hi Liz, I’m Chloe.”

The hand appeared under my nose, blocking the schedule that I had been studying. Looking up, I see that the hand is attached to a pretty girl with blonde shoulder-length hair, green eyes and a big smile on her face.

Shaking her hand, I respond, “Hi.”

“Welcome to Smallville High. I’m going to be your tour guide for today.” She had an infectious smile.

“Great. Thanks.”

“You ready to go?” She said, walking briskly out of the office.

“Um, sure.” I grabbed my bag, and quickly followed after her.

“So, you are from Roswell, huh? Meet any aliens?” She was grinning.

Before I could respond, she was talking again.

“Lana told me that you are staying with her. That’s great. Maybe we can all hang out some time.”

“Um…”

“What’s your locker number, I can take you there first.”

I hesitate, wondering if she is going to interrupt again. But no, it seems that she is actually waiting for a response this time. Hmm, I wonder if she and Maria are related…
“It’s 327,” I confirm, checking one of the pieces of paper in my hand.

“Cool, we need to go this way,” she pointed to the left.

Walking down the hallway, I realise that this school seems to be like every other school in a little town… practically the same shade of colour on the walls and floor tiles, the same ugly lockers, the same cliques – the cheerleaders, the jocks, the geeks, the hot and heavy couples… It’s almost as if I were still at West Roswell High.

“So, Liz… What’s your first class?”

“Oh, I’ve got track.”

“Really? That bites, I couldn’t stand that so early in the morning. Why do you do it?”

“Well, when I was in Roswell, I wanted to keep fit so that…” What the hell?! What am I thinking… No talking about running away from the FBI. Careful Liz, don’t let you guard down.

“Liz?”

Oh, she’s waiting for an answer. “Um, yeah… when I was in Roswell, I used to um… be a waitress and I uh… found that I was really tired by the end of shift, so I figured that I would take up track to keep fit, you know?” Did that sound believable?

“Okay,” disbelief plainly visible on her face. “So, what other subjects do you have?”

“Um, Biology, then I’ve got Geometry-”

“Can I see?” She asked, taking the schedule out of my hands.

“Sure.”

“Wow, Liz. These are mostly AP classes. You must be really smart.”

“Yeah, I uh… study really hard.”

“Oh yeah? What do you want to do after school?”

“I want to be a molecular biologist.” At the same time, I’m wondering how this girl could possibly ask so many questions.

“Really. Hm, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anyone in this school with aspirations like that.” We continued walking in silence, until Chloe turns to me and says, “Hey, you know what? I think you would be a perfect candidate for a biographical article in the The Smallville Torch. What do you think?”

“Uh…”

And she’s off again, “We can get a picture and a sort of ‘Introducing the New Student’ type of feature.”

“No, I-”

“I’ll do the interview, of course – make sure that you are comfortable and all that. We can cover a few bits and pieces of your life in Roswell, segue into your move to Smallville. Your impressions of the town and the differences. Why did you come to Smallville, by the way?” She shook her head. “Never mind, we’ll cover that in the interview. End it off with your future aspirations and there you go… most popular girl in the school.”

“Chloe, I don’t think-”

“Come Liz, we need to go to my office,” she pulls me along, chattering excitedly.

As we arrive, I’m actually wondering how it is that I am now in her office, without managing to get in one word. And it seems as if Chloe is the editor of the school newspaper, if the plaque on her desk is anything to go by. Really, if it wasn’t absolutely horrifying, I would laugh.

“Chloe…” Once again, I’m interrupted.

“So, where can we start…” Chloe is behind her desk, computer on and staring at me. I feel like a bug under a microscope.

“Chloe, I really don’t want to be featured in the school paper.” Does it sound like I’m pleading? Probably because I am...

“What! No, Liz. This will be great. And you’ll have a chance to get to know people… Well, they will know you and then-”

“No thanks, Chloe. I really don’t want to be known, and… I just… I prefer to just keep to myself and focus on my studies, okay?” I really don’t want to be here. I wonder if I run out of here, will she chase me down… She seems like the type.

“Liz, how can I convince you? Hang on,” She pulls out her cell phone and answers.

Thank God, saved by the bell. Maybe I can escape. I pick up my bag and stand up.

”Hold on,” Chloe says into the phone. “Wait Liz, I won’t be a moment.”

Come on, this is so not fair… Why can’t I be rude? What can she say if I just walk out the door… Shit, I don’t know where I am or where I’m going and she still has my schedule.

Oh well, since I’m up, I might as well look around. There is only one desk in this office and since Chloe is sitting behind that desk with a plaque on it, I assume that it is hers. Has her own office… impressive. Aware that her eyes are following me, I walk towards a notice-board on the wall. Okay, Time magazine cover – hey, that’s Lana on the cover… Oh right, Lana’s parents died in a meteor shower. That’s so sad. I would hate for anything like that to happen to my folks.

I vaguely remember mom upset and crying when I was little. It went on for days, and I didn’t understand what was wrong… I suppose this would be the reason. Is this why we never came to Smallville to visit Aunt Nell? Bad memories? Maybe, I’ll broach the subject with mom, one day.

Okay, what else do we have here? A three-headed calf? A large pig? Really, this is what now… Smallville’s most weird and wonderful? And what’s this hiding under here…

As I lift my hand to look at an article, Chloe is standing in front of me, smiling manically, my wrist held firmly in her hand. I’m starting to wonder if there is something wrong with this chick…

“Chloe, did you find out anything about-”

We both turn to look at Clark standing in the doorway.

“Hi, what’s going on?” He looks adorably confused.

“Hey Clark, have you met Liz?” Chloe is pulling me towards the door.

His eyebrow raised, he replies. “Yeah, we’ve met.” Turning to me, he smiles. “How are you Liz?”

I’m melting… “Uh.” Clearing my throat, I try again, “I’m fine.”

“Liz?”

I turn to Chloe, who still has a hold of my arm. Shifting, I pull my hand away, move my bag to my other shoulder and step away from her. Just in case.

“Yeah?”

“Could you give us a second, please. I just need to speak with Clark about something.”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll just ah… wait outside.”

Clark moves aside and I stumble outside. Whew, my legs actually worked, and I didn’t make a complete fool of myself in front of him. The door closes behind me and I lean against the wall.

“Clark, you can’t just come in here like that. You’ve got to be more careful.” Chloe sounds upset.

“Sorry, you don’t normally have anyone in your office, especially at the Wall of Weird.” He sounds apologetic.

The Wall of Weird? Interesting.

“I know… Sorry. Okay, come see what I’ve found about our friend.”

I’m assuming whoever it is, is not actually a friend.

I can barely hear their voices now, so I assume they’ve moved away from the door towards the desk. Strange, wonder if Clark works at the paper as well?

About fifteen minutes later, I’m wondering whether I should just find someone else to direct me to my next class, since Chloe seems so busy. But, she still has my schedule… biting my lip, I turn my head and stare at the door… Maybe I should knock?

Another five minutes later…

This is getting ridiculous, and I’ve had enough. Standing up, I turn to the door, lift my hand, knock twice and begin to twist the door knob. Before I realise it, I’m falling forward as the door is forcefully pulled open. Oh shit…

I close my eyes as I see the floor rushing up to meet me and then, I come to a dead stop. Slowly opening my eyes, I realise two things… First, I didn’t make a complete ass of myself by falling on the floor and second, there is a warm arm across my stomach. I feel myself lifted, until my back is pressed against a hard body. I close my eyes again, place my free hand on his arm and savour the feeling… His warmth is heating me up, his scent is filling the air around me and I’m getting light-headed. I can feel the fire starting to course through my body, and I fight the urge to whimper.

“Liz, are you okay?”

As he whisper, I feel the warm air against my ear, his soft hair brushing my cheek, and unable to help myself, I shiver. Oh God, I’m in heaven…

[Lightning Summer]

Chapter 7

“What’s going on?”

My eyes snapped open at the sound of Lana’s voice, and turn to stare at her. I don’t know what to say. What can I say? Sorry Lana, I can’t bring myself to let go of your boyfriend? Yep, I’m sure that one will go over very well…

“Hey Lana,” Clark greets her before I feel him lean down again. “Liz? Are you okay, can I let go now?”

No! My mind is screaming at me to hold on tight… I nod slowly, and his arm leaves my waist. Almost immediately, I feel bereft, an aching sense of loss building within me.

“Is anyone going to answer me?” Lana sounded a bit miffed.

“Hi Lana, it’s just that we had a little accident. You see…”

I left Chloe to explain the situation as I turned to thank Clark.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that you were on the other side of the door.” Clark whispered, contritely. “Don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

“It’s alright.” I’m not sure why we are whispering. “You saved me from a fall, so no harm, no foul.”

“… and then Clark was just checking to see if Liz was alright as you walked in the door.” It seemed that Chloe had completed her explanation.

Lana looked at me for a moment, before asking, “Are you okay, Liz?”

“Don’t worry guys, I’m fine.” I looked at them all. “Nothing happened.” Oh, but I wish it did…with Clark…

“Here Liz, let me get your bag.” Clark grabbed hold of the strap and reached down to collect my bag and the papers I hadn’t realised I had dropped on the floor while I was in Clark’s arms.

Smiling at him, I extended my arm to grasp the bag, and in doing so somehow my index finger intertwined with his and then the flashes started…

Flash: A dark heavy-laden sky…

Flash: Lana looking at Clark with hate in her eyes…

Flash: Lana shouting at Clark…

Flash: Clark responding to Lana…

Flash: Lana lifting a gun and pointing it at Clark…

Flash: Lana cocking the gun and pulling the trigger…

Wrenching my hand away from Clark, I backed away from him unaware that my bag had once again fallen. My mind was racing…

“Liz, are you okay?” I saw his lips moving, but didn’t hear the words. Seeing him approach, I moved away until I felt the wall against my back. When he took another step, I shook my head, and held up my hand to ward him off.

“No!”

No!!! No, no, no… Why now?! I had put this behind me…I was going to start over, no more aliens, no more powers!!! And then, it hit me what the flashes were about… Oh God, Lana was going to shoot Clark… Why was there hate? I have to save him… I couldn’t allow this to happen…I have offensive powers, I can blast her now, and she won’t be a threat to Clark in the future…Eliminate the threat…

It was only later that I realised that I was being filled with an incredible amount of hate towards Lana, but at that instance, I only felt the power building and I was faced with another reason to panic.

The electricity was starting to build up in me, and knew I had to get out of here fast. Making a mad dash for the door, I scooped up my bag and ran. Hearing my name being called behind me, I ignored it and focused on trying to find a safe haven.

Run Liz… Shit! I don’t know where I’m going… Where the hell is the bathroom?! I can’t be seen… The sparks will appear soon… I can’t place the others in danger again… Not again! Please, please… I need a place to hide… Turn down this corridor… Push those people aside…Why the hell is this place so big?!

And like divine benevolence, I saw a sign indicating a girl’s bathroom at the end of the hallway. With a burst of speed, I shoved the door open, ran to the first available door and slammed it shut. Only once I had the lock secured, was I able to let go.

The pain was excruciating, the green sparks were running up and down my body, flowing through my veins and burning me from the inside… It felt like my blood had become boiling hot lava, incinerating everything in its path… I was unaware of the tears falling down my face, mixing with the blood that was escaping from the bite on my lip… Unaware of the whimpers that could be heard by anyone who happened to in the bathroom and one Clark Kent with super-hearing...

Relax… It’s only heightened emotions… You know that, Liz. Relax… Breathe deeply… Inhale… Exhale… Think of a relaxing afternoon lying down on the grass… Inhale… Exhale… Cute puppies and kittens… Inhale… Exhale…Rainbows after a rain storm… Inhale… Exhale… A Roswell sunset… Inhale… Exhale… A Florida sunrise… Inhale… Exhale… The comfort of Clark’s arms… Inhale… Exhale…

Finally I could feel some of the pain easing; the urge to release power dimming, but I just continued to breathe… I wasn’t sure how long I sat on the floor of that bathroom stall, but when all else started to register, I noticed that there was no noise, and figured that everyone must have gone to class. Slowly opening my eyes, I gradually noticed the pins and needle effect travelling the length of my body… and looking down, realised that my veins looked like they were about to pop out of my skin. It was painful, but not as bad as the sparks, which I also realised, was the worst ‘attack’ I had ever had.

After another ten minutes, I rose and left the stall to check the damage, hoping that the ‘popped out’ veins were not visible in my face. Breathing a sigh of relief, I noticed that all I had was a broken lip, tear tracks and red eyes, which could all be easily dealt with, by keeping my head down and my hair covering my face. Eternally grateful for the sweater that I had stuffed into by bag this morning, I put it on and succeeded in covering the visible signs on my arms, only flinching slightly at the cloth brushing against sensitive skin. Mental note… always carry a sweater and wear long pants in case you spazz again…

Exiting the bathroom, I hoped that it was only second period. Spying a tall blonde guy at the end of the hall, I approached and asked for directions to my class, which thankfully was close by. Straightening my shoulders, I knocked on the door and entered.

“Yes? Can I help you?” the brunette teacher looked impatient.

“Yes ma’am. My name is Liz Parker.”

“Oh, you’re the new student.” She stepped closer, and proceeded to look down her nose at me. “Well, Miss Parker, you are unbelievably late for this class, and if there is one thing I will not stand is tardiness. You got that?”

Great, hell of an impression on the first day… “Yes ma’am.”

“Secondly, you will address me as Professor Atkins. I demand respect in this classroom. You heard me?”

“Yes ma’am, Professor Atkins.”

“Good. I only accept the best in this class, and since you are in it, I assume that you are capable of producing those results. Now, I don’t imagine that you need a map to get to an empty seat do you?” She sneered at me.

“No Professor Atkins.” Looking up briefly, I spotted one at the back of the class. Hearing the snickering and whispering as I walked down the aisle, I sincerely wished that the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

“Now class, let’s continue…”

The last ten minutes of the class passed by really slowly as I tried to become invisible at the back of the room. Never had I endured such a horrific Biology class in my life. Finally, the bell rang summoning the end of the torture, and I picked up my books and left the classroom. Hopefully it would be better next time around.

“Liz.”

Leaning against the wall opposite the classroom door was Clark. I really didn’t want to deal with this right now, knowing that I had no answers or could give no answers to the questions he was obviously dying to ask. How could I explain any of what had happened. They must probably think I’m a nutcase.

As I crossed to him, I bit my lip and flinched. Forgot, I had opened it…

“Hi Clark. What’s up?” I know the smile looked forced.

“Hi, I wanted to give you your schedule and book list. You left it at the Torch.” He frowned, holding out the documents.

Carefully, I reached for them, not willing to touch him again. “Thanks Clark.”

“Liz, what hap…” He started.

“Well, I have to go. Don’t want to be late for my next class.” I turned away and started walking away.

“Liz.” He sighed. “We share the next class.”
He pointed in the other direction. “It’s this way.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

Careful to maintain the distance between us, I walked with Clark to class.

“Liz, if you ever want to talk to me…” He blew out a breath, looking frustrated.

“Thanks Clark. Maybe one day…” Yeah, like the day after hell freezes over.

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[Lightning Summer]

AN
Hello everyone, did you miss me? Sorry that I was away for so long…
Shortly after posting the last chapter, I got bronchitis, which kicked my butt for almost two weeks.
Then my company hosted our annual soccer tournament this past weekend, and I was really busy with that… It was a helluva lot of work, but it’s done, and things went well. Yay!!
And last, my muse disappeared in all of that time, and I’m yet to fully get her back… I’ve had great difficulty writing this chapter (I think I’m on my fifth re-write, so please forgive me if it is not up to scratch.)

The only bit of good news is that I’ve had some incredible X-rated dreams where Tom Welling played the starring role, and for a brief interlude Ryan Gosling made an appearance too… so I’ve not been totally deprived!


Chapter 8

A profound sense of relief filled me at the sound of the final bell. I desperately wanted out of this place… needed to go somewhere, anywhere so that I could reflect and maybe try to get a handle on the events of the day… Too many thoughts were rattling around in my head, and I didn’t want to risk any power surges by focusing on any particular one of them. But, where to go?!

This is the problem with being the new person in town… In Roswell, there were any number of options, like my balcony or the desert or even going for a long drive. But here, I felt stifled… I didn’t know where the local hang-out was so that I could avoid it… I didn’t know which direction to go in to actually get some peace and quiet, without risk of encountering anybody… I didn’t have a car and the library wasn’t the greatest option considering… Add to that, the only people I knew were the same individuals that I was trying to avoid.

Following the rest of the students out of the doorway, I see Chloe apparently waiting for me in the hallway. Great! Round 2…

“Hey Liz. Are you ready to go?”

“Sorry?” Okay, not what I was expecting. At the very least, I was expecting an ambush… “Go where?”

“Come on.” Chloe grasped my hand and pulled me towards the exit. “I’m taking you top the Talon. That’s our favourite place to hang out, besides the reservoir. But we only go to the reservoir on the weekend or during the summer holidays. Anyway, you must know about it, the Talon, I mean… Lana manages the place part-time and Clark’s mom makes all the pastries that they sell. Her pies are the best ever.”

Sighing, I let myself be pulled towards a red Beetle. Nice car…

“Hop in.”

Following instructions, I open the passenger door and get in the car. So much for peace and quiet, and avoiding anyone… And it’s not as if I could refuse to go – there was no plausible excuse that I could offer. But, on a positive note, this might have possibilities, in that maybe I can get some info from Chloe; the who’s who, the hot spots in this little town, and maybe even the inside scoop on Clark and Lana’s relationship… Hmm… maybe not such a bad idea after all… Information is key in any situation.

“Did you know that she grows her own organic fruit and vegetables?”

“What?” I’ve known this girl for less than one day, and already the feeling of being 1 step behind conversation-wise is becoming normal.

“Mrs. Kent.” She adds helpfully. “They have a farm on the other side of town.”

Oh, a farm boy… Explains the spectacular physique… The image of a sweaty Clark bare-chested in tight jeans runs through my head. Yum! Do they ride horses? Oh, the possibilities…

“So Liz, what did you do for fun in Roswell?” Chloe’s question brings me back from fantasy land.

Probably a good thing… I can already feel the heat building.

“Well, Roswell was a small town – so there wasn’t much to do. Pretty much shopping or movie-night with my best friend. I also worked at my parent’s café after school which kept me pretty busy.”

“Yeah, but you couldn’t have worked all the time. Do you have a boyfriend back home?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat and suppressing any thoughts about Max Evans, I slowly shook my head and responded in the negative. Looking out the window, I realise that we had already reached the centre of town, and I could see a sign reading The Talon a few doors down. This was a really small town…

“That’s me as well. No real prospects on the horizon, but I’m still hoping.” I heard the sad tone in Chloe’s voice and studied her expression. She looked… wistful.

“Who are you hoping for?” I asked quietly, wondering whether she would consider that too personal a question.

“Me?” Chloe looked at me for a moment then continued, “Not anyone in particular, just maybe somebody special to share my life with.”

Finding an empty space, Chloe parked the car and proceeded to walk to the entrance of the Talon.

Okay, maybe we are not at the stage where we can freely share information… And to be fair, aren’t I keeping a hell of a lot of secrets that I cannot and will not share? Opening the door, I follow after Chloe, hoping that the mood would lighten once we were inside, and I can learn some more about Lana and Clark.

The first thing that hit me on stepping inside the Talon was that the place was way too busy… Extremely crowded, extremely colourful and extremely noisy. I had almost expected something like the Crashdown, but this was more retro like a 1950’s hang-out. You could practically see the school girls in flare skirts and…

“Hey Liz, over here.”

Looking around, I spied Chloe sitting with Clark at a corner table. Dodging bodies, I moved forward, sat down at the table across from Clark, prepared to enjoy the view.

“Hey Liz, I meant to ask… What happened to your lip?”

Shit! I looked at Clark then turned to Chloe. “Oh nothing. I wasn’t paying attention when I was walking to class today, and I tripped and fell.” Looking Chloe in the eye, I smiled and embellished. “I must have looked like a real fool too… it really wasn’t my most graceful moment.”

Turning to look at Clark again, I noticed the shocked expression on his face. He had probably already noticed my lip after Biology, and knew that my story was completely fake. I saw the eyebrow rise, and meeting his eyes I silently dared him to call me on my story.

“Oh Liz, that must have been really embarrassing.” Chloe sounded highly amused, which was further evidenced when I glanced at her and found her fighting to hide the grin on her face.

Must be a better liar than I thought, or otherwise practice really does make perfect.

“Did anyone else see?” Chloe stopped trying to hide her laughter and openly showed her amusement.

“Chloe!” Clark didn’t sound or look amused at all.

“Sorry Liz, but you have to admit it’s funny.” Her smile was definitely infectious.

An added bonus was that I had succeeded in lightening her mood. Go me!

“Hi guys, what can I get you?” Lana asked, standing at our table.

“Hi Lana, can I get a vanilla shake, please.”

“Sure Liz, and you, Chloe?”

“I think I’ll have a slice of pie and a cappuccino please.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Didn’t you want anything Clark?”

“Oh my God!” All of a sudden, Chloe pulled out a notepad and pen from her bag, jumped up from the table and rushed across the room towards a black guy.

“Okaay, what was that all about?” I asked Clark curiously.

“Oh, that’s Clarence Brown.” Clark explained. “Chloe wanted to do an article on him for the Torch. He received a football scholarship from Metropolis University.”

He certainly didn’t seem surprised by Chloe’s behaviour, so I’m assuming that she really is as gung-ho about the school newspaper as she appeared this morning.
“Oh, I see. And what about you Clark, you look like the athletic type. Do you play football?”

“Me? No. I used to, but not anymore.” He looked uncomfortable.

“Why? You certainly have the build to be a football player. What made you stop?”

“I just decided that I didn’t want to play sport as a profession.”

As he answered, I got the impression that he was unnerved by the questions, but I was curious enough by his reaction to dig deeper. Folding my arms on the table, I leaned forward…
“Alright, I can understand that, but you could use it as a stepping stone. Maybe use a scholarship to get into college and then study something that suited you more.”

“Maybe. But I have to help my folks on the farm. They wouldn’t be able to handle it on their own.”

“Yes, but Clark, I’m sure that your parents wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your dreams. Have you spoken to them about going to college?”

“It’s not that. It’s just… I don’t think that I am college material, that’s all.” Clark’s cheeks were getting red, and every few seconds, he would look at the door as if he wished he was anywhere but here.

“Clark, how do you know that you are not college material? You certainly seemed to know what was going on in Math class this morning, and I’m sure that our parents would be happy to find someone else to help them if you told them that you wanted to go to college.” I was almost begging – determined to make him see reason, to make him see that anything was possible, that he could reach all of his goals and fulfil all of his dreams.

I actually don’t know why this was so important to me. I didn’t know if he had any conscious dreams, but I could only assume from the evasive answers that there was something more that he wanted, and was maybe afraid to say. Add to the fact, that I didn’t know his parents, hardly knew him, and yet here I was, speaking with authority on how his parents would react… But I felt the need to fight for him, to ensure his happiness, even if it was in this small way. The determination was there to make him open up to me, to be honest with me, to make him realise that I was on his side, that I could be his confidante, that I would never betray his trust, that I could be his other half… It never occurred to me to see the irony in wishing that he would confide in me, yet confiding in him wasn’t even an option.

“Look Liz, I understand that you are trying to help, but could you please just drop it.” Standing up, his voice was cold, “I really have to go. I have chores to do at home.”

No, wait… Without a thought to the flashes I received earlier when I touched him, I reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. I also stood up, and stared up at him. I couldn’t allow him to leave this way… It wasn’t the words spoken but the tone of voice; the mere thought that he was upset with me, that he could be angry with me caused physical pain… No, I had to resolve this now…
“Clark, I’m sorry. I’m not really a pushy person, and I don’t mean to come across as…” I don’t know how to explain this to him.
“Clark, I hope you know that you can talk to me anytime. I’m a good listener, and anything you say to me in confidence will never be… I mean you can trust me not to… Shit!” Blowing out a breath, I stare into his eyes, hoping that I appear more sincere than I am coming across… Man, I’ve never had problems expressing myself…

“Liz –” His voice was quieter.

“Stop.” I have to get this out, and if he spoke, I wouldn’t be able to. Lowering my hand, I clasped his in mine.
“I just… I want you to know that I understand what it’s like to hold something inside of you and not be able to talk to anyone about it. Eventually, it eats away at you so much that you feel like you’re going to go insane if you don’t let it out. So, if you want to, you know, let it out… or if you need someone, I am available at any time, okay?”

He continued to look into my eyes, before tightening his hand around mine. Bending down, he moved his head slightly so that his lips were near my ear.

Hmm, he smelled good…

Whispering, he responded to my speech, “Liz, when you are ready to let it out or if you need someone, I am available at any time, okay?”

What?! Pulling my hand, I realised that he wasn’t going to let go…

“When you are ready to speak to me honestly, then I will respond in kind. There has to be trust on both sides before you can expect a person to confide in you… But, I do thank you for the offer.”

Straightening up, he squeezed my hand one last time, before walking away.


I will try for regular weekly updates from here on out. In the meantime, keep the f/b coming... xoxoxo

[Lightning Summer]

AN.
Hi guys. Thanks to all the well wishers.
This is a really long chapter, which I have broken down into 3 parts.

I watched S1 and S2 of Smallville over the weekend, and because of that, my story changed a little. So, Ch 9 is now merely to intro Liz to key characters, and to help Clark find a little bit of lightness in his life.

Hugs & Kisses - Gilly


Chapter 9a

And here I am… sitting alone at the Talon, my hand tingling and feeling even more confused than before. I had to admit though, Clark was absolutely correct. What right did I have to push him for answers when I wasn’t prepared to return the favour? I couldn’t be upset or angry that he wouldn’t take me into his confidence… Wouldn’t that be the height of hypocrisy? But, I had to wonder – what was he hiding? It couldn’t be as bad as aliens crash-landing on earth… or my turning into one… which brings me back to the main issue – the flashes from earlier…
In retrospect, I realise that I had pulled away from the connection too fast. Well, that was understandable, as I hadn’t been expecting them at all. But, of course that has now raised a few questions; when was it going to happen, under what circumstances and how could it be prevented. Add to that, my powers were dodgy at best, and if I was going to have any success in making sure that Clark wasn’t hurt or worse, killed, then I needed to practice.

Taking out a pen and pad, I make notes.
Where would it happen?
When?
How do I stop it?
How do I get more details?
- Dreamwalking? Can I do this?
- Projection? How will this help?

Powers acquired:
- Flashes
- Premonitions
- Blasts
- Changing molecular structure

Powers to be tested:
- Healing
- Force Field
- Mind-warping?!?!

Where can I practice?

“Did Clark leave already?”

Quickly closing my notepad, I look up at Lana. “Yeah, he said that he had chores to do.”

“Oh, I wanted to talk to him.” Clearly upset, Lana asked, “Did he say anything else? We were supposed to meet up later?” Placing my shake on the table, Lana then gestured towards Chloe. “I delivered Chloe’s order to her already.”

Watching Chloe sitting across the room apparently grilling Clarence Brown, I realised that I had been abandoned for a story. What was even more disturbing was that I couldn’t handle Lana at all, and I was praying that she would go away to serve other customers.

“I would sit with you for a bit, but we’re just so busy at the moment.” Lana gave me an apologetic smile. “But, when it slows down, we can have a chat. We haven’t really had a chance to get to know each other yet.”

Okay, that was not a great idea.
“No, it’s okay. I have to go. I have tons of homework. Could you please give Chloe her stuff?” I pulled out my purse, left money on the table and left, not sure that my powers wouldn’t start building up again.

“What? Liz.” I hear her calling after me.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I stand outside the Talon. This was going to become a serious problem. Firstly, Lana was my cousin. I’m sure she would notice that I was avoiding her. Secondly, we lived together, so avoiding was going to be a problem. So, we have a serious problem, and I need to get it resolved soon.

Absently watching the Smallville residents walking up and down the sidewalk, I realise that I have no idea which way to go. Deciding that since the school was to the left, it was probably a better bet to go right and come upon Aunt Nell’s flower shop. Before I know it, my legs have taken me to the entrance, and a tinkling bell heralds my entrance, interrupting the conversation between Aunt Nell and a red-haired woman.

Beaming at me, Aunt Nell gestures for me to come further into the store. “Hi Liz. What happened to your lip?”

“Oh, nothing major, just a little accident at school. More embarrassing that painful.”

Aunt Nell frowns at me, then asks, “Have you just come from next door?”

“Yeah, Chloe figured that I needed to be introduced to the Smallville social scene. Apparently, I’ve already experienced fifty percent of it.”

Laughing, Aunt Nell came from behind the counter, and wrapped her arm around me, simultaneously pulling me toward the middle-aged woman that she had been talking to. “Liz, this is Martha Kent. Martha, this is my niece from Roswell, Elizabeth Parker.”

Shaking her hand, I smile. “Hello Mrs. Kent. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello Elizabeth, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” She looked confused.

“Martha, this is Nancy’s daughter.”

“Oh, of course. It’s been such a long time.”

Facing me, Aunt Nell spoke. “We all went to school together, and even though your mom was older and Laura was younger, we all hung out together. Our very own clique…” She had a far-away look in her eyes.

“Yes, those were the good old days.” Mrs. Kent reminisced.

“You speak for yourself, Martha. I’m not old.” Aunt Nell pushed at Mrs. Kent’s shoulder gently.

“So Elizabeth, when is your mother coming for a visit.”

“It’s just Liz, Mrs. Kent. Elizabeth is a bit too… cumbersome.”

“Sure Liz.” Smiling, she acquiesced.

“Anyway, mom and dad said that they would visit once things settle down a little at the Crashdown – that’s our restaurant in Roswell. It’s really busy during the holidays, and what with all the tourists in town.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. It will be wonderful to see Nancy again. We can have a girl’s night out.” Martha smirked at Nell. “Plenty of wine, no men and a lot of gossip to catch up on.”

The ringing telephone interrupted the conversation.

“Excuse me, let me just get that.” Aunt Nell left to go to the back, presumably to the office.

“So Liz, you’re going to Smallville High?”

“Yes ma’am. Today was my first day as a senior.”

“That lip looks painful, are you sure you’re okay?” She looked concerned.

“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s fine. I should have been watching where I was going instead of focusing on my book.”

“Okay.” She stared for a minute longer, then asked, “So, how was your first day at school?”

“It was okay, I guess. It’s just that it’s a little difficult when you don’t really know anyone.”

“Oh darling, that’s terrible.” Martha was hugging me. “And I suppose, it’s even more difficult with your parents so far away.” Hugging me tighter, her voice sympathetic, Martha asked, “Well, what are you planning to do tonight. Nell has just told me that she will be busy doing the books tonight, so won’t be going home early.”

“Oh, I’ll probably make a sandwich or something and do my homework.”

“No, I don’t think so. You’re going to come to my house for dinner. You can also meet my son. He’s in the same grade at school, a wonderful person, always looking out for others.”

I finally came to the realisation that Martha Kent was trying to mother me, and I smiled at her in appreciation. I certainly didn’t need mothering, but every now and again, a hug from a mom was a special cure for all ills. But inviting a practical stranger to your home for dinner… “That’s okay, Mrs. Kent. I’ll be fine.”

“No darling, I insist. How about this? I’ll check with Nell whether it’s okay with her and then you can ride home with me. I know she also mentioned something about Lana working tonight next door, so you have no excuse.” Her face showed her determination, and then humour. “Maybe, you could also convince my son to do his homework with you while I prepare dinner.”

Letting go, she approached Aunt Nell who had just appeared in the doorway. After a quick chat, Mrs. Kent returned grinning. “Let’s go, Liz. Nell said that it’s not a problem. I hope you don’t mind a quick trip to the grocery store. My boys go through orange juice like it’s going out of fashion.”

“It’s no problem, Mrs. Kent.” Waving goodbye to Aunt Nell, I followed Mrs. Kent. Before I knew it, we were travelling down the road, 3 grocery bags in the back of the red pick-up, bound for the Kent household.

“So, what do you do, Mrs. Kent?”

“Didn’t I mention? We have a working farm. And when you have a farm, there’s always plenty to do. Plus, I also have my garden to keep me occupied. Oh, and I also bake pies and pastries for the Talon.”

Finally, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel… “Oh, you’re Clark’s mom.” Seeing Mrs. Kent looking at me, I shrugged and elaborated. “Chloe mentioned that you baked pies.”

“Oh okay, so have you met Clark already?”

“Yes ma’am. We met when Chloe was showing me around the school this morning.”

“Why, that’s wonderful. If Clark knows you, he’ll be a bit more open. Normally he’s quite shy around the girls.”

“Mrs. Kent, is he going to be uncomfortable with my being there tonight? I would hate that?”

“Not at all, darling. We don’t mind having a few extra for dinner. The more, the merrier.”

Finally coming to a stop in front of a yellow house, with a wrap-around porch, I was speechless by the beauty of it. Colourful, well-tended flowers bloomed in the garden, there was the obligatory red barn, the cows in the field, the beautiful red retriever, green fields, growing crops, a big green tractor and even bales of hay. I was enchanted, and turned to Martha, knowing I was sporting a huge grin.

“Mrs. Kent, this is absolutely beautiful. I’ve never been on a farm before, but it’s what I expect, and also a whole lot more. Wow! It must be wonderful, waking up to this every morning.”

I’d apparently said the right thing because Mrs. Kent was beaming at me, before grabbing me in a big hug.

“I’m glad you like it dear. It’s our home, and it’s nice to see it through someone else’s eyes, especially when they appreciate it. Come, let’s go inside.”

Going to the back, I slung my bag over my shoulder and lifted up one bag, while Mrs. Kent carried the other two towards the house.

[Lightning Summer]

Chapter 9b

“Clark Kent, how many times have I told you not to drink from the carton. Use a glass.” Mrs. Kent chastised.

“But mom, it tastes better this way.”

Entering through the doorway, I see Clark trying to look apologetic, but the smile was giving him away. I couldn’t help but smile as well – he looked like a little boy.

“What will our guest think? That I’ve brought up an uncivilized son.”

“What guest?” He asked surprised, before seeing me standing in the doorway. “Liz? What are you doing here?”

“Clark! Where are your manners? I invited Liz for dinner.” Mrs. Kent gave Clark a look, before turning to me. “Liz, just put that bag on the counter, honey. I’ll unpack and start dinner.”

Following her orders, I set the bag down. Clark doesn’t seem to be happy to see me. Probably thinks I instigated the whole dinner invite…

”Do you need any help, Mrs. Kent.”

“No, that’s fine. Clark can show you around the farm while I prepare dinner.”

I note Clark glance at his mother. “Sure mom.”

Placing my bag next to the door, I follow him outside, waiting for the penny to drop… I don’t have to wait long.

“So Liz, what are you doing here? I thought we covered everything this afternoon.”

“Not pulling any punches, are we Clark?” Alright, so he’s not impressed by my response. “Look Clark, it’s not as if I planned this. I just happened to come across your mom in Aunt Nell’s store, and she felt the need to invite me for dinner okay?”

“But why? Mom doesn’t normally invite strangers over to dinner.”

“Look, she just felt a bit sorry for me because my folks are not around and I’m alone in a new place. Besides, I did turn her down, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“That sounds like mom.” Apparently, he’s decided to ease off a little. “Sorry. I guess I’m just surprised to see you here, that’s all.”

We continue walking in silence, all the while taking in the sights and sounds of farm life. There was a basketball hoop attached to the barn, so I’m guessing he does play some sport. What is it with guys and basketball anyway?
Walking to the boundary, I lean against the fence next to Clark. Looking out over the fields, the silence brings me peace. Surprisingly, the silence isn’t uncomfortable at all. I would have expected it to be considering Clark and I barely know each other.

“Liz? What are you thinking about?”

“The peaceful silence... You know, my best friend in Roswell always felt the need to fill any silence with idle chit-chat. She couldn’t stand the quiet. Most of the time I didn’t mind, but sometimes… You just couldn’t hear yourself think, you know what I mean?” Turning to him, I see him nodding. “Actually, Chloe reminds me of her, the constant talking and questioning and the endless rushing from one place to another.”

I didn’t quite know the expressions yet, but he appeared surprised, a bit defensive. “Chloe is a wonderful person, she’s just always looking for the next story. So, she has the need to be one step ahead.”

“Clark, I’m not trying to insult her… that was just the impression I got, okay?”

Nodding he asked, “Are you enjoying Smallville so far.”

“It’s okay, it’s just difficult when you’re the new fish in the pond, you know?” Thinking about the day I continue, “First day at school was a bit difficult, especially when you don’t have anyone to hang with during free periods. Also, when you don’t actually know where you’re going, you turn up to every class late, and the teachers are not impressed by the tardiness...”

“Don’t worry, I know all about that. Principal Reynolds has that one on my records – constant tardiness.”

“But hey, it’s all right, at least I know one of the local hang outs.” I smiled at him, and my stomach fluttered when he returned it.

The last rays of the sun fade. “Should we go inside?” Clark asks.

“Yeah, I guess.” Retracing our steps back to the house, I find myself wondering about Clark again. We’ve made great strides in developing our friendship, but I still had questions that needed asking, and I didn’t know how much time I had left…

“Clark, where’s your favourite place on the farm?”

“Oh, the barn.”

“The barn!” That was a surprise.

“Yeah, my dad built it for me. Called it my Fortress of Solitude. Come, I’ll show it to you.”

Entering the barn, we walk up to the spacious hay loft, where the area was obviously Clark’s space. There was a bookshelf and desk, lots of books haphazardly lying around. A basketball, 2 mismatched couches and a coffee table, lots of pictures on the wall… and to my delight, a telescope stood at the window.

“Wow Clark, this is wonderful.” Unable to help myself, I immediately walk towards the telescope and look up at the heavens – the one constant in my life, the constellations that never changed... I loved looking at the stars; wondered about the life that existed far away from us, imagined new stars being created while others died… Focusing again, I point the telescope to the Whirlwind Galaxy…
Hearing Clark clearing his throat behind me, I straighten up and looking at him, see the raised eyebrows again and the smirk on his face. “Sorry. I should have asked first.”

“It’s fine, Liz. Lana’s the only person, besides me who looks through that telescope. But she only does so when I’m not around.” He grinned. “This is the first time I’ve been ignored entirely for the stars in the sky… the Kent charm must be slipping.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… Did you think that you were charming?”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

Walking over, I join him on the couch. “Seriously though. I couldn’t bring my telescope with me – luggage constraints. So, any opportunity I find, I’m going to take advantage. Consider yourself warned…”

“Well, there goes my Fortress of Solitude.” He smiled at me. “You know, I think that this has got to be the busiest area on the farm.”

“Really, is there anywhere else you go to when you need solitude?” Leaning against the arm of the sofa, I wrap my arms around my legs and place my head on my knees and look at him.

Resting his head on the back of the sofa, he stretches his legs, crossing his ankles. He’s quiet for a long time, and I wonder if he is going to answer. “Actually, there isn’t. I’m yet to find anywhere that suits my need for privacy.”

“Can I ask you a favour?”

Looking at me, he nods. “Yeah?”

“When you find that place, could you share it with me? I promise not to invade your private times, and you do the same for me… We can even work out a schedule.”

“A schedule?”

I stare at him suspiciously. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No.” He keeps a straight face for a total of 5 seconds before he bursts out laughing. “Come on Liz, you’ve got to admit that it’s funny. You want to create a schedule for when we will be using this as yet non-existent place for privacy and solitude. So, let’s just say you suddenly feel the need to be alone… you check the schedule but oops – it’s Clark’s turn at the new Fortress of Solitude… The only option for you is to then wait for a free slot on the schedule or find another place?” He laughs at me again.

“I like to be organised. So what… it was just an idea.” It wasn’t that funny, dammit!
“Okay, can I be honest with you?” Waiting for his nod, I continue. “In Roswell, we lived above a diner, my parent’s diner actually. So there was never much space to be had. There were always people in and out; customers, cashiers, waiters, cooks, managers, friends – not that I minded the friends of course… Well, maybe sometimes… But I felt the need to have my own place, where I could think, where I could write in my journal in private, where I could look at the stars. That was my balcony, it was my area... my Fortress of Solitude.” Yeah, until Max came along and ruined it for me… “Unfortunately, it was tainted – but that’s a story for another time – and I haven’t managed to find another one since. And now that I’m in Smallville, I don’t know of any places that I could safely go to…” To my horror, I feel a tear sliding down my face and look down, trying to hide it from Clark.

“Liz?” His hand lifts my chin until I am looking at him. He stares me in the eyes, wipes my tears away and vows. “I will find that place. I promise. It will be just ours, okay? And you know what, anytime you feel the need, you can kick me off the schedule, alright?”

The tears are falling faster, but I smile at him all the same. “My hero…” Taking a tissue from my pocket, I mop at the tears. “Just give me a second okay?” Walking to the window, I stare out at the full moon, attempting to pull myself together. I don’t know when I became so weepy and emotional. Clark must think I’m a complete train wreck.

Hearing him walking over to the window I start to tense up, but he only leans on the window frame, facing me. “I’m sorry, I must seem like a total dork, getting all weepy and emotional over nothing.”

“Oh absolutely… the Kent charm normally reduces women to tears, but of course, that’s only when they realise that they can’t have any of this.” Looking at him, I see him pointing at himself, and surprised myself by laughing.

“You are such a dork. What kind of woman would want a freakishly tall guy, anyway?”

“Huh, shows what you know. But then, what would one expect from someone so close to the ground. The air is not as fresh down there, it probably affected your brain function. You wouldn’t recognise a good catch if it leaned down and bit you on the ass.”

I’m completely amused by him. “Oh please, you consider yourself a good catch?”

“Liz, are you ticklish?”

“What?” Unconsciously, I back away, seeing his hands lift up threateningly. “No.”

“Uh huh, so why are you retreating?” For every two steps I take, he takes one, gradually getting closer. “Liz, you might want to run…”

Screaming, I turn and bolt ending up behind the couch with Clark in front of it...

Clark! Liz! Dinner is ready!
Mrs. Kent’s yell interrupts our impromptu game.

“Saved by the bell, but just remember, this is not over…” Clark grins at me. “We better go in before mom sends out the guard.”

“Sure” Walking toward the house, I place my hands under my sweater to ward off the chill. “Hey Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“What for?” He looks as confused as he sounds.

“Just… for making me feel welcome. For listening, for letting me blubber. Pick any one.”

Right before I walk through the door, Clark touches me on the shoulder. “Liz, you are welcome here anytime, even if you just want to look through my telescope.”

Once again, my eyes are stinging, but I smile. “Thanks Clark.”