We Are One

The ultimate clana story

(takes place at the end of Requiem and then goes from there my version). You see people think it's automatically supposed to go the way the original Superman went. But this is Smallville. You can't be brainwashed and automatically accept the evil Lois who Clark can't even trust to tell his secret. I AM THE GOD OF SMALLVILLE AND CLARK WILL BE WITH LANA FOREVER, MWAHAHAHAHA!

(disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, only my more realistic awesome deep version of it that will never exist except in fanfiction and in other anarchist-feminist minds like mine)

Clark POV

All those years of waiting, Lana was finally in Clark's reach, better even, Clark's equal, just to be pulled away by Lex. Clark never thought Lex would stoop this low. Always, foolishly, even at the point Clark realized that Lex was his enemy now and there was no turning back and that he couldn't trust him, he trusted Lex. Not exactly trust; he believed in the Lex that existed once; the ghost of their ex-friendship. Now none of that mattered, because all Clark ever wanted was to be with Lana, and he came so close but once their relationship was perfect, with no flaws, they only had two days to enjoy it.

No. It couldn't be. But it was. Clark walked up to his loft, thinking about what happened. Surely there should have been some other way to deal with the bomb? Cyborg, he could have diffused it. But he wasn't there, the team wasn't really a team yet but none of that mattered; all Clark could think about was Lana.

He stopped when he saw her standing there. She was beautiful, and there was such a sad, pained look on her face. But never had she looked so strong, not only physically but mentally. She was everything that Clark could never be. Against all logic he wanted to run up to her and embrace her. But he knew he couldn't; even from where he was standing he could faintly feel the kryptonite.

Not that it mattered. It didn't matter back in freshman year of high school when Lana always wore that meteor rock necklace; Clark still always tried to go near her. He almost laughed at the irony now, that they went full circle, first the necklace now this.

He took a step forward.

"Clark, please," she said, stepping backward. "I don't want to hurt you."

He stopped, staring into her eyes and wishing he could touch her. Wishing that it wouldn't hurt to touch her, and that things could be how they used to be.

"Lex already took care of that," Clark said.

They stood in silence, almost as if they were talking with their eyes. Clark didn't want to ask; when it came to Lana everything went wrong whenever they were close to being together.

."Did you talk to Doctor Groll?"

She pressed her lips together and nodded. She looked away, her raven hair falling over her eyes.

"Can he help us?"

"No," she answered.

There had to be something. There should have been some other way to diffuse the bomb, or get all the people out of the building before the bomb exploded. No, who were they kidding. They did what had to be done.

"I'm going to do everything I can to fix this, Lana," he said, remnants of hope lingering in his eyes despite reason's protest. Determined, he stepped forward.

She stepped back again.

"I will find a way for us to be together."

"Clark, he tried everything." She swallowed. "He can't reverse the process."

The room was filled with everything they didn't want to admit to themselves.

Lana looked up. "I love you," she said. "I always will." Tears pooled up in her eyeballs. "I know what I need to do with my life, now." She took a deep breath. "Life is… so precious. So beautiful. And to be able to protect that, that's an amazing gift. I know you feel the same way," she said.

"What we have is beautiful," Clark said. He wasn't ready to give up what they had. He never would be. They had both sacrificed it before, when being in a relationship meant Clark would be held back from his destiny but this was just…cruel. Like a joke played on them. That the reason they couldn't be together was merely science, so empty. The silence filled the emptiness.

Lana took a deep breath and said what she knew was right. "Clark, we made our choice on that roof. And I know we would do it again. Because both of us are driven to do this – even if we can't do it together."

"Don't leave," he begged. "Don't leave again, Lana. Even if we can't be together I want you in my life."

"And that's where you're stronger than me," she said, her lips quivering. A lone tear fell down her cheek. "To…" She paused. "To see you on the street, every day… and not be able to touch you."

"Stay," he pleaded.

"No," she said, crying despite trying not to.

Suddenly determined, Clark took a deep breath and then started walking towards her.

"Clark, don't."

But Clark continued walking, stumbling the rest away up the steps and staggering as he walked towards Lana. He was in pain, but it would be more painful than just sitting there and letting Lana be ripped out of his life. As he got closer to her he almost fell over. Finally he reached her and determined to show his love, to kiss her at least one last time (no, no, it cannot be the last time. Can love overpower physical pain? But it couldn't, Clark was panting and sweating even though he tried to hide it). He put his hand on her arm (and he could feel the kryptonite and it hurt but now he would always associate that variety of physical pain with Lana and nothing would be the same again) and he leaned in and kissed her. He felt the poison seeping into his body but lust and love for Lana was stronger than the kryptonite, if only for a moment.

Clark and Lana kissed for what seemed like forever. Abruptly Lana saw the green spreading in Clark's face and her eyes darkened with horror, this was her fault, how had she let herself indulge in one last kiss? She backed up and Clark staggered and fell to the ground. Lana wanted more than anything to make him feel better but anything she could do would make it worse. Staying would hurt him and leaving would hurt him but ultimately his physical health was more important than his emotions because he was destined to be a superhero. They both were, now, at least. Even if they couldn't do it together at least they were sharing a dream, if it was doomed to be separate.

"Goodbye, Clark," Lana said, walking away.

Once she was at the steps she turned around one more time and said, "That night, at the cemetery when I introduced you to my mom and dad, you told me that I would never be alone, that my mom would always be watching over me. We're in each other's hearts, Clark. I will always be with you... no matter what. I love you."

"I love you," Clark said, but Lana was already gone.

But nothing is what it seems. There had to be a solution.

To be continued…

(I'd write more now but it's late at night and I'm reading all the terrible low rating reviews of Requiem, everyone's pissed off that Clark and Lana only part because they are forced to and if Clark is ever with Lois it will always be second guessed because she's just a second-choice. I can't help but think Smallville's writers did that on purpose, I bet they were told they had to introduce clois but in defiance they made sure clois could never be as strong or powerful or beautiful or dark or inspiring as clana. Never. Who said destiny counts for anything? Clark's not "destined" to be with either one, the whole theme of Smallville is that you make your own destiny.)