Post by skys on Dec 23, 2006 6:02:50 GMT -5
Title: RESURRECTION
Author: Sky Samuelle
Email: sky_sam84@yahoo.it
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I actually owned them, the show would be called ‘Lex And Lana in Wonderland’ or something. It isn’t.
Category: Smallville, FUTUREFIC one shot
Ship : Lex\Lana
Summary: A future reunion between two lovers, in Metropolis
Spoilers: Static
IMG]http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n237/SkyS_01/Senzanome-resurrectioncongiunto-16.jpg[/IMG]
1
Every night, she had him repeating to her the same story and every night his words were mute to her ears, empty to her mind, tasteless to her heart .
She did not knew why - every single one of these seven past nights- she had expected differently .
She remembered nothing of herself- not a thing of her past, about what she liked or disliked or used to do .
“Explain me about it again”
Patient and sad, his blue eyes sought hers as he took her hand in his: it was a gentle, light touch but it disoriented all the same, making her numbness all more real . Even her own body was a stranger to her. But she didn’t crawl away, like she had done the first times. Of this small conquest , she could be proud.
She smiled instead and his gaze softened in return.
His name was Clark Kent and she thought he was beautiful, with his guileless and boyish features. He looked as clean and warm as she felt cold and remote. He protected her, but she wasn’t able to summon a glimmer of gratitude for him- she didn’t seem able to feel nothing at all, for anything and anybody and this scared her.
“There’s a man powerful and dangerous, and you used to be important him. When you…- his voice hitched at this point as it did each night- died he lost himself in his ambitions. He forgot even his humanity in his quest for control, domination, money. He got involved in business which changed him and procured him many enemies . And there was this doctor, this genial scientist who used to work for him on a military secret project but got expelled from it, at a point. The scientist was resentful and allied himself with one among the man’s most resourceful enemies. Experimenting with red kryptonite, the scientist had discovered a way to bring back from grave people who had passed away from long, long time. Like you. And throughout you he hoped he could control even this powerful man. But nothing will happen to you there, Lana, I promise. You are safe.”
His eyes were clear and cloudless, but she could not find herself in them.
They used to mean something to each other apparently, but today… today Lana Lang was a blank canvas and Clark kept failing to paint her.
“I’m not afraid”
She wasn’t lying, because now she felt nothing.
She was dead inside- this was what the consuming sensation of wrongness was saying to her: she wasn’t supposed to be a part of this world anymore.
---
Hidden inside the Clark Kent's flat in Metropolis, Lana did nothing but watching TV and waiting for his return from the Daily Planet.
On some level she was aware that it wasn’t her protector she was truly waiting, but some sign that reality around her could finally acquire a meaning. All what she needed was a thread and she would find the pattern.
She just didn’t care enough to hold on that instinct.
But a morning, the sign came and went before she could focus on it and she almost missed it.
Lana did zapping , then she almost feel asleep on the BBC News.
The fugacious mention of Senator Lex Luthor jerked awake.
The name produced an echo within the mist of her disconnected dreams- the ones she could barely remember but which should be important.
Her eyes opened barely in time to glimpse a picture of Him-the only details which she recalled later were a bald head and strong features . Yet the impression of powerful, intense face lingered.
Lex Luthor.
The name meant something, perhaps everything.
That certainty changed her, fueled a sudden spark of will ; she needed to get outside .
For the first time Lana ventured outside the flat, walked numbly around the extraneous streets and corners of Metropolis, like a rootless tree guided by the wind, until she found herself wandering in a nameless park.
It didn’t matter where she went anyway, but it felt important to keep moving .
Her mind was silent, her throat was dry.
There weren’t many people in that section of the park where she chose to sit on a bench, but the peace suited to her. She felt the sun kissing her skin and remembered how Clark was always comforting her about how soon he would be able to take her out this town . He had never grasped that daylight wasn’t the kind of light which she craved.
In distance she could see an elder couple feeding the birds.
Lana busied herself staring them for awhile, then she breathed in the grass ‘smell and closed her eyes, trying and failing to find some comfort in the nature’s sounds .
Children ‘s laughter floated to her and she turned her head to follow them distractedly with her gaze as they played.
She didn’t knew she was waiting for something until two men approached her : they were dressed inconspicuously but she understood instantly what they wanted who had sent them .
“Miss Lang, you should come with us ”
Even if they had not flanked her , preventing an eventual escape, she would follow without question.
She smiled softly at herself.
*He* had found her.
---
Author: Sky Samuelle
Email: sky_sam84@yahoo.it
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I actually owned them, the show would be called ‘Lex And Lana in Wonderland’ or something. It isn’t.
Category: Smallville, FUTUREFIC one shot
Ship : Lex\Lana
Summary: A future reunion between two lovers, in Metropolis
Spoilers: Static
IMG]http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n237/SkyS_01/Senzanome-resurrectioncongiunto-16.jpg[/IMG]
1
Every night, she had him repeating to her the same story and every night his words were mute to her ears, empty to her mind, tasteless to her heart .
She did not knew why - every single one of these seven past nights- she had expected differently .
She remembered nothing of herself- not a thing of her past, about what she liked or disliked or used to do .
“Explain me about it again”
Patient and sad, his blue eyes sought hers as he took her hand in his: it was a gentle, light touch but it disoriented all the same, making her numbness all more real . Even her own body was a stranger to her. But she didn’t crawl away, like she had done the first times. Of this small conquest , she could be proud.
She smiled instead and his gaze softened in return.
His name was Clark Kent and she thought he was beautiful, with his guileless and boyish features. He looked as clean and warm as she felt cold and remote. He protected her, but she wasn’t able to summon a glimmer of gratitude for him- she didn’t seem able to feel nothing at all, for anything and anybody and this scared her.
“There’s a man powerful and dangerous, and you used to be important him. When you…- his voice hitched at this point as it did each night- died he lost himself in his ambitions. He forgot even his humanity in his quest for control, domination, money. He got involved in business which changed him and procured him many enemies . And there was this doctor, this genial scientist who used to work for him on a military secret project but got expelled from it, at a point. The scientist was resentful and allied himself with one among the man’s most resourceful enemies. Experimenting with red kryptonite, the scientist had discovered a way to bring back from grave people who had passed away from long, long time. Like you. And throughout you he hoped he could control even this powerful man. But nothing will happen to you there, Lana, I promise. You are safe.”
His eyes were clear and cloudless, but she could not find herself in them.
They used to mean something to each other apparently, but today… today Lana Lang was a blank canvas and Clark kept failing to paint her.
“I’m not afraid”
She wasn’t lying, because now she felt nothing.
She was dead inside- this was what the consuming sensation of wrongness was saying to her: she wasn’t supposed to be a part of this world anymore.
---
Hidden inside the Clark Kent's flat in Metropolis, Lana did nothing but watching TV and waiting for his return from the Daily Planet.
On some level she was aware that it wasn’t her protector she was truly waiting, but some sign that reality around her could finally acquire a meaning. All what she needed was a thread and she would find the pattern.
She just didn’t care enough to hold on that instinct.
But a morning, the sign came and went before she could focus on it and she almost missed it.
Lana did zapping , then she almost feel asleep on the BBC News.
The fugacious mention of Senator Lex Luthor jerked awake.
The name produced an echo within the mist of her disconnected dreams- the ones she could barely remember but which should be important.
Her eyes opened barely in time to glimpse a picture of Him-the only details which she recalled later were a bald head and strong features . Yet the impression of powerful, intense face lingered.
Lex Luthor.
The name meant something, perhaps everything.
That certainty changed her, fueled a sudden spark of will ; she needed to get outside .
For the first time Lana ventured outside the flat, walked numbly around the extraneous streets and corners of Metropolis, like a rootless tree guided by the wind, until she found herself wandering in a nameless park.
It didn’t matter where she went anyway, but it felt important to keep moving .
Her mind was silent, her throat was dry.
There weren’t many people in that section of the park where she chose to sit on a bench, but the peace suited to her. She felt the sun kissing her skin and remembered how Clark was always comforting her about how soon he would be able to take her out this town . He had never grasped that daylight wasn’t the kind of light which she craved.
In distance she could see an elder couple feeding the birds.
Lana busied herself staring them for awhile, then she breathed in the grass ‘smell and closed her eyes, trying and failing to find some comfort in the nature’s sounds .
Children ‘s laughter floated to her and she turned her head to follow them distractedly with her gaze as they played.
She didn’t knew she was waiting for something until two men approached her : they were dressed inconspicuously but she understood instantly what they wanted who had sent them .
“Miss Lang, you should come with us ”
Even if they had not flanked her , preventing an eventual escape, she would follow without question.
She smiled softly at herself.
*He* had found her.
---
