TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 1

WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)

EMAIL: http/webpages. (Jensen)

RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)

SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe' and moving forward.

SPOILERS: Everything!

DISCLAIMER: All Smallville character belong to their respective whatever, the WB, etc. etc.

FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile:)

DEDICATION: To all the fellow Nuns, writers, reviewers, and readers at NWP, and of course Jensen!

RANT: Okay, I'm using this as my way to get my creative side back. It has been gone for way to long. So much personal stuff has gone on that has zapped everything from me, that I need to get back to basics, hence fan fic, to feel productive again. One, forgive me if I don't get some of the background and characters of Smallville right. (Honestly I really don't care about them. This is really going to be a Jason / Lana story. So if the myth, the legend, the backgrounds of everyone else is off… too bad! ;) Also, I'm going to be taking it from a certain point in the show, and changing it from there on out, with parts of the rest of the season added too but changed. If anyone ever read my Eric and Greta story, you'll understand what I mean. Again, forgive me, as it has been a LONG time since I have written anything, so be slightly patient with me. ;) Thanks, and on with the story. Enjoy!

The light danced through the smoke as she blew out the long match. Her nervous eyes glanced around at the few strategically placed candles, as she walked over to the sink, and laid the burnt wood on the white ceramic. Her fingers then came up to unbutton the two top buttons of the large white button down shirt he had mistakenly left behind. Well, really, 'mistakenly left' wasn't actually correct. She had stolen it from him weeks before to have something of his to sleep in while he wasn't around.

She jumped slightly at the knock at the door and took a deep breath, "Come in." She didn't need to turn around, "Jason. You're early."

He paused as he looked around her apartment, a small amount of confusion going through his eyes as he took in his surroundings. Trying to come out of his daze, he answered her question. "Well, I got your message. It sounded like an emergency, so I came as soon as I could."

She could hear the sound of his voice, the questioning in it. She wasn't sure how to start. "This… isn't exactly how I planned it." She turned around from the sink and started to walk over to him from the kitchen.

He took in her state of dress, or lack thereof, and quickly shut the door behind him. She saw him waiting for her to explain, and she took another deep breath, and decided she first needed him to answer one question she had. "I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me."

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away from hers. His heart constricted, as he tried to form the words for her own good, but they just wouldn't come. She could see the struggle, she could see the truth, and a small smile formed on her lips. "Then there's no good reason why we shouldn't be together." Her shaking hands moved to the remaining buttons on the shirt. Her fingers slowly exposing more and more flesh and cleavage.

Jason stared, mesmerized by the site in front of him, and then suddenly realized what was happening, but most importantly, why. He quickly walked over to her, and took her hands, feeling her quick pulse under his fingertips. "Okay… I'm gonna stop you." He closed his eyes and took a slow breath, "Not that I wouldn't love for this to happen, but it… can't. I mean…" He shook his head, "Not like this."

"I don't understand," she said quickly, looking up at him. Her nervousness gone, now replaced with more questions and slight anger at being rejected for unknown reasons. He let go of her wrists and moved around her. Her body turned with him, watching him walk away, "I thought that you broke up with me because…"

He slumped his shoulders, and looked at the ground, "Okay, all right, um… I haven't been completely honest with you."

She got a huge lump in her throat but managed to choke out her accusation, "There's someone else."

If only it was that easy, he thought to himself. He turned around to look at her again, "No," shaking his head. "No."

Her head tilted to the side and she moved towards him, "Then what is it, Jason? Why did you just walk out on this relationship?" On me, she continued in her own mind.

How could he even attempt to explain this. He sighed, "Because I don't think we met by accident. I think that my mother arranged it."

Lana shook her head, "How is that even possible?"

Possible? Possible? With all the strange things that went on in this town, was it really that far fetched? "My mother was the one who convinced me to go to Paris in the first place. She said that I would be someone special. At the time I just thought she was being romantic. You know… Paris and all." He shook his head to stop the sidetrack. "The point is, I did, you," he said looking into her eyes. "But then everything started happening, that tattoo, and Isobel's tomb, and the spell book. None of it made any sense." He threw up his hand, "Until you saw my mother in your nightmare about Isobel being burned at the stake."

She cut him off, "No, that was just a bad dream, that's all."

He shook his head, "With everything that has gone on, you are just going to write that off as coincidence? Maybe it was your subconscious connecting the dots. Either way, I didn't want my mother to use me to get close to you, so, uh…"

Her hands went to the sides of his face, "Jason, whatever's going on, it doesn't change the way that I feel about you."

He wanted to give in, believe her, believe that it would be okay, but the fear still lurked in his heart as he hugged her back and agreed, "Yeah."

She felt the sigh, and she looked back up into his eyes. "You love me. I love you." She saw his eyes dance with emotion in front of her confirming what she had said. "If she has plans to do anything, they won't change if you are with me or not."

"But if we aren't together, she, or whoever, can't use me or you against each other to…"

She cut him off again, "They will still be able to use it." His confusion made her smile, "Being apart, doesn't mean the feelings, the worry, the… everything isn't still there. We just let them win."

His eyes softened, she was right. How much more had he been worrying about her when he couldn't see for himself that she was okay? His hand came up to caress the side of her face. "You're right." His head tilted back down, his forehead resting against hers, as their lips met in a gentle kiss. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss for him.

He sighed letting her soft form mold to his body, and then he moaned pulling away from her remembering what she was wearing. She groaned as he pulled away. "You have to get dressed."

"Why?" she asked a little too suggestively.

"Lana… I know you really aren't ready for anything more." She was about to protest, and he took her hands again. "It's okay. Really."

"Jason, come on. You're in college. You can't tell me that you don't want to."

He smiled, "Oh, I want to. Trust me, but that's not the point."

"Then, what is?"

"Lana, you were only doing this to get me back. Not because you wanted to." He saw her about to object, "I saw your hands shaking."

She looked down, "Was I that obvious?"

"Yeah," he smiled. His hand tilted her chin up. "Seriously, when YOU are ready. Not until."

Lana sighed, "That's the thing. I don't know why I'm not." She saw the puzzled look and continued. "I mean. I love you. You love me." He smiled, as his thumb caressed the side of her face. "I'm over 18. I'm not waiting till I'm married." She almost laughed at the look of relief on his face. "I just… I don't…"

He nodded, "I know… you just aren't attracted to me."

"What?" She was shocked he would think that, "Jason… are you crazy? I mean, the things that go through my mind when I look at you," she was starting to blush at all the thoughts, "My body just…" and then she saw the amusement in his eyes and she hit his shoulder, and he started to laugh. "Why you little!"

He took her wrists so she couldn't hit him, and pulled her close to his chest, "So Miss Lane, what exactly are these thoughts?"

"Like I'm going to tell you now." He gave her his classic pout, "Oh no. That's won't work." He added the sad eyes, and she shook her head. "You're horrible."

"And you love it."

She let out a slight huff, and he hugged her against him. She sighed and continued with the earlier topic, "I really don't know why I'm not ready. Maybe I'm just making it into a huge deal, and thinking it has to be perfect. So I'm worried that it won't be. I just… I…"

"Lana." She stopped and looked up at him. "I hate to tell you this." His fingertips brushed some hair behind her ear. "It won't be perfect. First times, no matter if both people have had sex before or not, are far from perfect." His fingers intertwined with hers. "But really, it's not about being perfect is it? It's about expressing something between two people. Perfect happens sometime later when you are completely comfortable with each other…"

She cut him off, "So how are you just to wise about all this?" She saw him swallow hard, "How many first times have you had with someone else?"

"Ummm…" He sighed, "I've been with a few people."

She gave him a look, "Define a 'few'." She saw him wiggle, "Mr. Teague! At least give me a ballpark figure."

He laughed, "Definitely less than a ballpark." Her eyes grew wide. "I'm JOKING!" She hit him again, and he laughed harder, "Well not that it makes it better. But in my defense, I was a… well… I… I did very well in high school football." She saw his look, "I know, I know, not a great defense, BUT, I did learn after I got hurt, that there was more too it. I learned what was important."

She nodded, and smiled, "You're still evading the question." She saw him squirm. "Okay, how many since this great discovery?"

"Two."

She could accept that, but her curiosity was still getting her, "Before?"

"Lannnnnaaaaa." She raised an eyebrow at his whining. He sighed, "I don't want to say it like this. I know that at one time you were a cheerleader…"

Her eyes got bigger, "The WHOLE cheerleading team?"

"No!" He yelled and she let out a breath. He continued in a smaller voice, "The freshman squad was way too young."

"Jason!" She pulled away from him in disbelief.

"Hey! I never said I was proud of it."

"Do you know how dangerous… how…"

"Lana… I'm clean." She turned back towards him. "I may have been a little crazy, but I was careful. And, I made sure to get checked out."

He took her hand, "Please don't hold my activities as a hormonal teenager against me now. Don't they say it takes longer for boys to mature than women?" He watched her eyes start to sparkle in amusement.

She smiled up at him, and her hand came up to touch the side of his face and run through his hair. "I love you."

He shook his head, "Where did that come from?"

She grinned, "You just always have a way to make me smile. To take something and turn it around."

"I try," he barely got out as she leaned up and kissed him.

She then pulled away, and looked back up at him, "Okay. Then that's that."

"What's what?" He was totally confused.

"I've made my decision."

He swallowed, "And that is?"

"Stop worrying about perfect. We'll just go for it, when I feel… comfortable."

"Go for it, huh?"

She laughed, "Yep. Do you think you'll be up for it when I'm ready?"

He bit his lip and tried not to laugh, "An interesting choice of words my dear."

Her cheeks started to blush as she got his meaning, "I… uh… ummm…"

He pulled her in close. "Don't worry. I can guarantee that I will be 'up' for it whenever you are." She just shook her head, and tried to respond, but his lips claimed hers before she could.

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