Takes place a few days after Alicia's death. I don't own ANYTHING related to Smallville. And the song is Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day. I don't own them or their songs either. So, please don't sue... it's really more a waste of your time than mine since all you'll be able to get is... checks pockets two lint balls and a crumpled up gum wrapper.
Lois knocked loudly on the Kent's door. Mrs. Kent came to the door"Hello, Lois. What brings you over?"
"Is Smallville around?" When Martha gave her a questioning look, she shook her head slightly and explained. "Sorry, I meant Clark."
Martha nodded and let Lois in. "Yeah, he's upstairs in his room. Oh, and Lois?" Lois stopped halfway up the stairs and turned around.
"Yes?"
"Knock first, just in case. Ok?"
Lois smiled wryly and nodded before heading up the stairs again. She knocked on the door.
"I don't really want to talk right now, Mom" came the reply from the other side of the door as the methodical thuds coming from Clark's room never ceasing.
Lois pushed open the door and took a glance around, finding a disheveled Clark sitting on his unmade bed throwing a tennis ball at the wall and catching it. "I'm not your mom, Smallville."
He looked over at her then, "What do ya want, Lois?"
"Chloe said you hadn't been out of the house since- since what happened to Alicia. I came by to see how you were before I go back to Metropolis."
Clark turned his head so he wasn't facing her. He stared emptily at the wall. At last he spoke, his voice coming out in a barely audible whisper, "It's my fault, you know."
"How could you think that?" Lois asked incredulously.
"Because it is. If I had believed her, she wouldn't be dead right now. If I had believed her, I would have been with her when Tim attacked her. I would have been able to stop him then and protect her."
The numbness Lois heard in his voice worried her. She had to do something to get him out of this slump. She strode over to his closet and began searching through it.
"What are you doing?" Clark asked in an exasperated tone.
"Finding something decent for you to wear," she said absently as she searched through his closet.
"For what?"
Lois ignored his question. After a minute she pulled out a dark blue collared shirt that Clark had bought when he'd run away to Metropolis a few summers back. "This is good. Here, go clean up and put this on," she said as she tossed him the shirt and a pair of black pants.
"Why?" he questioned as he caught the clothes.
"I'll tell you later, just go clean up and change."
Clark gave a resigned sigh and walked to the bathroom. Once Lois heard the shower turn on, she went downstairs to let Martha know that she was getting Clark out of the house for a while. Mrs. Kent agreed and Lois went back upstairs to wait for Clark only to find him already in his room buttoning up the last few buttons on his shirt.
"Now, will you tell me where we're going?" He followed Lois out front to where her vehicle was parked.
"You'll find out when we get there, Smallville. So, do you mind getting in the car so we could get going?" She waited until the passenger side door shut behind Clark before she got in.
Lois drove in an unbearable silence. "There's some CDs under your seat if you want to put something in."
Clark pulled out a case of CDs and scanned through them. "Crap, crap, crap, even worse... finally," he muttered as he popped a CD into the stereo. Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams started playing and Clark turned up the volume. He stared out the window as he let the words wash over him.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fd up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
Lois parked her car and she and Clark got out. She practically pulled him down the street. "Lois, I don't think this is such a good idea. In fact, I'm certain it's a bad one."
"Stop complaining, Smallville. I know you're afraid of looking like an idiot, but don't worry, you'll catch on... eventually."
"That's not why I think it's a bad idea," Clark mumbled as he let her pull him to the line outside of the nightclub Atlantis. He took a deep breath and sighed, "If you're gonna be so insistent about this, then I don't feel like waiting out here all night. Are you coming?" Clark bypassed the line with Lois right on his heels.
"You're going to get us kicked out before we even get in!" she complained as she tried to pull him back.
"Just watch." He walked up to one of the bouncers. "She's with me, Darryl." He gestured to Lois.
"Long time, no see, Kal," the guard said as he let them in.
Once they were in, Lois wheeled on him. "How'd you do that, and why did that guy call you Kal?"
"It's a long story," he said as he made his way over to the bar. A few people eyed him nervously as he sat down at the bar with Lois. Frank, the bartender came over to them. "What can I get you?" he asked Lois.
"Anything that's strong." He nodded and returned a moment later with a transparent red liquid in a shot glass.
"That'll be-" he started, but Clark cut him off.
"She's with me, Frank."
"Kal? Haven't seen you around here in a long time. She's with you? Geez, you have a new girl every night you come."
Lois raised a brow at Clark. "We're not here together like that, Frank," he explained quickly.
"Sure, Kal. What can I get ya?"
"I'll take the same," he said, motioning to the drink Lois had.
"You sure you want to get that, Kal? It's probably too strong for you," she commented before she drank the liquid in one swallow.
"I could out drink you any day of the week, Lois," he said with a roll of his eyes.
She raised an eyebrow, "Is that a challenge?"
"If you want to take it that way," he said and drank his shot like it was water, not noticing the faint red glow it gave off. His eyes turned red for a moment before they returned to normal.
Her eyes never left his. "Frank? Get us some more shots over here. Kal here, thinks he can out drink me."
The bartender glanced back and forth between Lois and Clark. He leaned closer to Lois. "Are you sure about this? I've never seen anyone out drink Kal even when they went right after each other."
"Absolutely." Frank sighed and went to get more shot glasses and more of the red liquor. "Quite a reputation you've got here, Smallville," she remarked dryly.
"And in just about every other night club in Metropolis," he added with a smirk.
A girl with light brown hair walked over to where Clark and Lois were and spun his barstool around and kissed him passionately, moving to sit in his lap as she did so. Lois's eyes widened slightly. After a few minutes, the girl separated herself from Clark, "Hey, Kal."
"You gonna introduce me to your friend, Smallville?" Lois asked.
Clark grinned devilishly. "Not jealous are you, Lois"
She shot him an incredulous look, "No chance of that happening, Kal."
"Lois, this is Elaine. Elaine, this is Lois."
"Nice to meet ya" Elaine said off handedly as she played with Clark's shirt, undoing the first few buttons. "What happened to that huge scar you had here, Kal"
"Large scar?" Lois asked.
"Yeah, there was a large scar here." Her hand moved across his chest as she drew the scar with her finger. "It looked like an 8 in a shield. You said your dad gave it to you, right"
Clark nodded slightly, "Yeah, I told you he was a real jerk."
Lois was shocked. "Clark! Mr. Kent gave you a scar as big as she said"
"Jonathan Kent is not my father," he said with an edge of anger surfacing in his voice.
"C'mon, Kal. Let's go dance. I remember you dance really well."
Lois raised an eyebrow in shock. Clark! A good dancer?
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