Title: For the Last Time

Author: Allison

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Summary: Clark POV in the future.

Disclaimer: I don’t even own the power tie, Clark borrowed it from my brother.

Rating: G

Notes: No more listening to music after reading every Chloe/Lex fic on , it leads to ficlets based off of *whispers* Garth Brooks songs, I don’t even know what the song is called, but it is track four. This is basically a song fic only I did us all a favor and didn’t leave in the words. And thanks so much to Maddie for the super speedy beta read! Also to Lisa Andrews for responding to my challenge on the Fire & Ice website.

Clark had driven from Metropolis the night before. He was staying with his mother; he told her he felt bad about her spending much time alone since dad died. If that was the reason for his visit, then why was he sitting in their old truck parked across from the Smallville Episcopalian church? The small building was draped in flowers, and he wondered if her bouquet was made of the same magnolias and apple blossoms.

He considered going inside, slipping quietly into a back pew. He had dressed nicely enough, a clean suit and what Lois often called a 'power tie' and it wasn't as if he didn't have an invitation, of course it was probably in the Sahara desert by now, but he had received one. Instead he wiped his glasses, nearly dropping them when the church bells clanged together. The doors burst open and he watched them move through the small crowd. He was surprised, he figured they would've rented the Sharks stadium and had their vows broadcast over the Jumbo-tron, so everyone could see.

She was beautiful, her lacy veil streamed behind her, blond hair flowing in the wind. Clark had to close his eyes when Lex leaned in and kissed her smiling lips. They moved down the steps, arm in arm, wrapped up in each other. In fact, the only time they broke apart was when Gabe Sullivan kissed his daughter's cheek and gave his son in law a firm handshake. After that they made a beeline to the white limousine.

The cans went jangling behind as it drove down the street. Clark turned over the engine and swung the truck in the opposite direction.

He didn't drive far, just down to the small off shoot of the Smoky Hill River. He parked and walked onto a rickety footbridge gazing at the water rushing below him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the black velvet box. It was almost worn from handling; this would be the last time. Clark popped it open; the diamond shimmered in the May sunlight. With a final thought, he plucked out the precious stone by the gold band and promptly launched it through the air; with some help from his alien strength, it quickly disappeared from his line of sight.

Resigned, he sat down, swinging his feet over the edge. Maybe this would've been easier if he hadn't seen how insanely happy and in love she looked in his arms. You hardly had to look at them to know that he made her shine. If he hadn't seen, he'd still be wondering, wondering if maybe he could make Chloe happier. Instead, he finally saw that this was it; this was the happiest day of her life. Too bad it was the worst of his.