TITLE: Double, Double, Love & Trouble? – Chapter 28

WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)

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

SUMMARY: Rewrite from the end of the episode 'Unsafe.'

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: Wow, a LONG chapter!

Chloe had pulled her out into the hallway only a few minutes ago, and she had tried not to leave his room. But the girl had demanded what she was going to say, couldn't be said in there with Jason. She wasn't sure if he could hear them or not. That had peeked her curiosity, but what she was told shocked her. As she stood looking back in the room at him lying in bed, she wasn't sure what to do.

Her feelings for one had not changed. She couldn't blame him for something he, himself didn't even know. He hadn't grown up a Luthor, so that didn't mean he would turn out like one. But… he had grown up a Teague. Was that any better? She shook the thought aside. No, Jason was his own person. He had displayed that remarkably well. She sighed. What was he going to do when he found out? How was she going to tell him? Should she? Or should Lionel?

Lana took a deep breath and walked back inside the hospital room and sat back down in the chair she had become accustomed too. Her fingertips brushed the hair from his face. She wanted to tell herself he was just sleeping, but he hadn't moved at all. She knew he moved, at least a little bit in his sleep. He usually sleeps on his side… with an arm around me. A brief smile came to her face, and then it vanished for two reasons. One, because she missed it, and was worried it wouldn't be there again. And two… she realized, that some more memories of Isobel's were coming back to her. A few of those nights, she wasn't herself, she was Isobel.

She swallowed, and closed her eyes. He thought it was you. She told herself. There was nothing wrong with what he did. He thought it was you. It was Isobel who took advantage of both of you. She gripped his hand tighter.

Then a few excited but trying to stay hushed voices came from the hallway. Hearing it move closer, she stood up, kissed his forehead and told him she would be right back. She walked quickly to the doorway and looked out, shocked to see who was standing there with Chloe and Lois.

"What happened?" She asked and the three turned around to her.

"Lana. Thank God you're okay." Clark said as they walked towards her. He was about to reach out and hug her, but her eyes looked back into the room, and he caught her gaze towards Jason. He stopped. "How is he?"

"Stable," she replied and then looked back up at him. "What happened to you?"

"He was just starting to tell us when you came out," Lois started, "Something about a cornfield?"

Lana noticed Chloe biting her lip, but dismissed it as Clark started to explain what 'happened.' When he was finished, she just looked at him for a few moments in slight disbelief. "So, let me get this straight. Isobel knocked Lex and Lionel out when she tried to get the stone from Genevieve. But somehow Jason got the one Isobel took, and his mothers, and threw them to you… to join with the one that Isobel must have hidden there before when we were in the caves?"

Clark swallowed and nodded. It was sort of true. Then she continued, "And then when you joined them together, there was a bright light, and the next thing you know you are waking up in the same cornfield where the symbols were burned into awhile ago."

Chloe looked from the questioning face of Lana to the troubled face of Clark, and she interrupted, "Ummm… well… it kinda makes sense. The stones must have done those symbols before in the field. Once joined they must have somehow transported him back to that spot."

Lana nodded slowly at her friend, wondering why she was so quick to help Clark with his story. Something just seemed off. "So, I guess when the stones were joined by someone other than Isobel, her quest was ruined and she left me." It sort of made sense. "But, I thought they were supposed to be all powerful. What happened to it? To them?"

"That's a very good question," came a voice behind them. They turned to see Lex walk over, "I've had my men look through those caves. They finally blasted the wall off the secret room, and found the same stone table. But the stones are gone. What happened to them?"

Clark shook his head, "I don't know. I just know I woke up out there a few hours ago."

"Very convenient to have lost what was considered to be a very powerful tool or weapon."

"Lex. I really don't know what happened to them." That was true. He didn't understand what happened to them. He just knew that he didn't wake up in a cornfield. But he wasn't about to tell Lex that. He looked into Jason's room. Wondering just what he would remember and say when he woke up. If he woke up.

He looked back at Lana, "So, I take it that Isobel is…"

"Gone," she finished for him. "And before you say anything. Whatever she did… I'm sorry. Or it wasn't me. Or…"

He nodded. "I understand," he said simply. His vision of that perfect prom night, a distant yet now almost painful memory. He looked back in the room, and then back to the brunette. His shoulders slightly slumped as he realized he was totally giving up, giving in. "He's a good man Lana. I'm sure he'll be just fine."

She gave a soft smile, and understood what he was telling her. "Thank you Clark." She patted him on the shoulder and then walked back in the room to continue to wait.

Clark felt a soft pat on his shoulder, "Come on Farm boy. Let's go see if you need any medical help after being knocked unconscious in a cornfield…"

"Lois… I'm fine."

Chloe smiled, "Better not to protest Clark. Every 'normal' person would need to be checked out." He gave her a strange look as the three walked down the corridor.

She flicked through the channels trying to find something to put the TV on. She rolled her eyes at everything that came up. Two angst driven, too fast talking women. CLICK. An angst driven household with a ton of kids who have everything end up perfect in the end of each episode. CLICK. Angst driven High School drama that focuses mostly on sex and basketball. CLICK. "Ugh… isn't there anything on that doesn't make you wanna throw up?"

"Sports," came a very crackly voice from beside her. She dropped the remote and her head turned quickly. An "Oww," was issued when the plastic hit the person's leg.

"Jason!" she yelled, quickly moving to her feet, and touching the side of his face. "You're awake."

He squinted up at her. Boy did the room seem out of focus, and God… what a headache. "Could you…" he coughed and then winced from the pain in his chest and shoulder, "not yell?" He finally finished.

She almost wanted to hit him for trying to be funny. But she was too relieved to do anything but… kiss him. Her lips planted firmly against his, and she felt his one hand at the back of her head, and she smiled into the kiss. Her heart swelled. She felt alive again. She pulled away, "You're okay." Then when she got some of her senses back, she pressed the nurses call button.

He blinked a few times, and tried to move. But her arms came out, stopping him. "Don't move. Not until the doctor looks at you." He gave her a questioning look. "What's the last thing you remember?" She asked, just as the nurse walked into the room.

The woman smiled, "He's awake. I'll go get the doctor." She turned and left quickly.

His brow wrinkled as his brain tried to remember. "I was holding you… Or you me… or each other…" She nodded. "I was… very sleepy."

"You had been shot."

"Oh yes… well…" He closed his eyes, the room's lighting still a little to bright. "That was before then."

She wanted to strangle him for how casually he seemed to take that. "Jason, you were shot!"

He clenched his teeth. "Yes. I know." He moved uncomfortably, and then opened his eyes to see her concerned dark ones. "Yes, by my mother."

She looked down, "I'm sorry."

He gave her a strange look, "For what?" He honestly couldn't fathom why she should be sorry.

She swallowed hard, and tried to look him in the eye. "If it wasn't for Isobel. None of this would have happened."

He shook his head, and then wished he hadn't. He was about to say more when the doctor and nurse came back in. "Oh good. Glad to have you back in the land of the living Mr. Teague. You gave us quite a scare." He turned to Lana. "Miss, if you would give us just a minute to…"

Jason smiled, "Doctor. If it's okay with you and her… I don't mind if she stays." She gave him a soft smile, and the doctor looked back and forth between the two of them. Okay then." With that he pulled the curtain around the four of them to hind the exam away from anyone who might walk by.

A few minutes later the doctor pulled the curtain back. "Well, now that you are awake. Just a couple more days here, and we should be able to let you go. You will need to take it easy for awhile. And you'll need some physical therapy for the shoulder."

He just nodded at the man, he knew with his knee injury all about that. "Okay doc. Just get me out of here as soon as possible." He hated hospitals. But then again, did anyone like them?

"Jason… you need to…"

The doctor stopped her. "No. It's okay. Actually, he's been healing nicely while he was sleeping. Fresh air, and a familiar environment will be much better for him then keeping him in here." He turned back to Jason. "I'm sure that you have some family that you can stay…"

Lana then cut him off, "He can stay with me." She didn't want to go into anything further about family arrangements right then.

The doctor nodded, and then turned with the nurse to walk out the door. "Good. I'll be back later with rounds to check on you."

She turned back to him and smiled, her hand trailing over the side of his face, and he leaned into it. "Oh I missed those eyes."

His hand reached for hers and pulled her slowly to him, but stopped when she was just a few inches from her face. His eyes looked into hers. Looking, searching. And then in an instant, she knew what he was doing. She pulled away and stood up, "She's gone." She turned around and raised the back of her shirt, showing off the bare skin of her back. "For good."

Jason's hand reached out and touched the skin of her tattoo free back. He closed his eyes, as she turned back around, taking his hand back into hers. His eyes opened slowly, "Lana… I didn't know."

"I know. It's okay. Really. I understand."

He shook his head, "No. You don't. I mean… I didn't know. But… I did know."

She looked at him like he had lost his mind. "What?"

He pulled on her hand, and she sat on the end of his bed. "I didn't know that Isobel had possessed you. A couple of times, I thought maybe… but I dismissed it. But part of me… part of me just knew it wasn't you." He shook his head. Why didn't he listen to that part. "I should have been more vocal about my doubts. I should have…"

She tilted her head and looked at him, "You knew?"

"She just… wasn't you." That was the only way he could describe it.

Lana smiled, "Good to know." With that she leaned down and put her head on his good side. Her arms wrapped around him lightly, hugging him.

He grinned, and kissed the top of her head. And then he remembered what she had said before. "But Lana…"

"Yeah," came her soft voice, as she snuggled her face into his chest, not wanting to let go, for fear that she would wake up.

"What you said before. You have no reason to be sorry."

Her head moved up, and she looked into the his dark green depths, "But I…"

His finger settled on her lips, silencing her. "If I actually remember correctly. If it wasn't for my mother, Isobel would never have been a part of you." He looked down for a minute. "I guess we don't have to worry about my mother, or Isobel trying to ruin our lives again."

With that, she knew he knew about his mother's death. "Sorry." And she was. Not that she was sorry, but she felt sorry for what he was going through. She didn't know how he would feel about that. About the whole situation.

His gaze drifted back to her, and he took a deep breath. "I'm okay. Or at least, I will be." He shook his head, "I mean… what are you supposed to think when your own mother tries to kill you and the woman you love?"

She let herself smile at the last few words of his statement. Glad to know he still felt that way after everything. But then again, she was pretty sure of it. You don't usually risk your own life for someone you have lukewarm feelings for. She knew he wasn't waiting for an answer, so she settled back into the hug, just happy when he moved his good arm around her. It made her feel happy and safe again.

But a few seconds later that moment was interrupted by a coughing sound from the door. "Sorry to interrupt…"

Lana smiled, "Lois…" she turned, "Chloe… Clark…"

Jason's eyes widened, "Lionel?"

Everyone else looked uneasy at each other. Clark had obviously been filled in, by whom Lana wasn't sure. And she wasn't surprised to find the new half-brother was nowhere to be seen. Lana looked squarely at the older man, "I don't know if NOW is the time."

Jason looked from Lana, to the man in question, and saw him look at the floor. "What is going on?" He knew immediately that something was up.

"We were just told that he was awake. And we wanted to see for ourselves," Chloe chimed in.

Jason could understand that from the other three, but not the one that seemed to not want to look at him. But then his eyes also moved towards Clark, and he swore he could see a million questions behind the almost blank face. He knew he could deal with that later. So he turned back to the more pressing issue. He put a hand to his aching head, and then focused back on Lionel. "Luthor. What are you doing here? You can't tell me that Lex sent you on his behalf to check on the welfare of his ex-employee."

Hazel eyes finally looked up into the ones already staring at him. "No Lex did not send me. He actually should be here as well."

"Lionel, I don't think now…" Jason squeezed her hand, and she turned to him, "You need to rest. To relax."

"Lana. Now that I KNOW that something is going on, I'm not going to relax until I know what it is."

She sighed, "It will just upset you."

He turned from her to the others, "Will someone tell me what the Hell is going on. Since it seems like I am the only one in this room that doesn't know." A million thoughts were starting to run through his head. What was wrong? Was there something wrong with him? Did he do something he didn't know about?

Lana sighed, and she looked back at the older man. "Do you have enough courage to tell him now, or should I?"

He took a few steps closer to the bed, trying to figure out what to say. It was almost comical. How to say, I'm your father, without it coming out like he was Darth Vader talking to Luke Skywalker. Because he did realize, that to Jason, that's exactly how it would seem. His despise for the Luthors was never hidden.

"Jason. There is a very good reason that your mother helped me to get out of prison. There is also a good reason that your father disowned the both of you a few years ago." He stopped and waited.

He laid there, listening to the words. But he did not like the conclusions that his brain was drawing. He shook his head. "No. Don't." Lionel had alluded to some straying on his mother's part before. But this… this was too much.

"Son I can…" and then he realized what he said.

Jason stopped him, his eyes shutting, trying to make his ears not hear the words. "Don't EVER call me that." He ground out.

Lana looked at him, and for a brief second, a small amount of fear ran through her. His jaw was clenched tight. His fingers gripped hers fiercely, as if holding on for dear life, and then she breathed, understanding. He was drawing strength from her, and she squeezed back, letting him know she knew and was okay with it.

He continued. "Listen to me. My mother is gone. My father decided to be gone a while ago. And you… you were never there… and you never will be."

"Jason… I was never allowed to be."

He closed his eyes not trying to hear him. "Don't tell me Lionel Luthor wasn't allowed to do something." He opened them again, "The Luthors ALWAYS do what they want." He gave half a smile, "And since you are telling me that I am one of you. Then I'm doing what I want. I want NOTHING to do with you. Do I make myself clear?"

Lionel set his jaw hard, much like the man in the bed. "Crystal," he said and started out of the room. "Glad you'll be okay." Was the last thing he said as he exited the door.

It was dead quiet for awhile, and Lana looked around. "Okay, guys… out. He needs to rest…"

Jason shook his head, "No. Not yet."

"But Jason…"

"Hey… I've been asleep for…" He stopped, he actually had no clue. "How long?"

"Almost two days," she finally answered.

He wasn't sure what to think about that. He wasn't sure what to think about a lot of things right then. The only thing that gave him comfort was the fact that Lana was still there, and still holding his hand. Letting him know that everything would be okay. He continued, "As I was saying… I've been asleep for 2 days. I think it's okay to talk a little. Besides, I'm very curious as to what happened."

"Well Clark told us what happened after Lex and Lionel were knocked unconscious. We got the story of what happened before that from them," Chloe chimed in.

Jason looked to Clark, "What happened to you?"

Clark looked right at Jason and took a deep breath, and then told him what he had told the others. He listened to every word, and then… "A cornfield?" Clark just nodded.

Lana turned to Jason. "Do you remember any of that?"

"Well… I remember the bright flash of light and Clark disappearing right when I was struggling with Isobel. She was screaming, and that purple energy basically ripped from her… from you." He said looking at Lana. "Then everything just… just stopped."

"Stopped?" Lois questioned.

"Lana passed out. Clark was gone. The wall closed up. A few seconds later, Lex woke up. Checked on my mother… then his father." Lana noticed the tone in his voice on both those statements, but didn't say anything. "Then Lana woke up, and I started feeling… dizzy."

"Lack of blood to the brain will do that," Lois chimed in again.

He rubbed his head, "Tell me about it."

"How did you know that if someone besides Isobel joined the stones, that it would release Lana?" Chloe asked him.

He looked right at Clark, his eyes letting him know he knew a lot more than he was saying. "I didn't. I just knew that she couldn't have them."

Lana smiled at his reasoning, and then she stood up. "Okay, I'm ruining the party. Everyone out. She moved over to them, and started shoving them out the door. You can come back tomorrow, or when he comes home to see him." Reluctantly they left. But not before more silent communication seemed to run between the two men.

He smiled as she shut the door and walked back to him. "So, why so quick to get me alone?"

She laughed, "Mr. Teague… the doctor told you to rest."

"He also told me I was going to need regular physical therapy." His arm reached out for her, and he pulled her back down onto the bed, and she giggled. "I can't think of a better nurse."

She gave a contented sigh as she leaned against him. "Okay. So now what?"

"Huh?" he asked as he leaned back and relaxed with his eyes closed.

"Well. The stones are gone. Isobel is gone. Your mother…" she paused, "Is not an issue. So… now what?"

Jason gave a soft laugh, and opened his eyes. He pulled her down to him, kissed her softly, pulling away only slightly to ask "How about… Happily Ever After?"

Lana smiled, "I think I like that idea," and with that she leaned down and kissed him back.


Okay. That's it. I throw in the towel. ;-) Yes, I know, there is still a TON I could write. I could go on about Lionel and Lex. I could go on and on about what he knows about Clark. I could go on and on in a million different directions. But… I would rather just leave it here, and let you use your imagination and decide where to go with it. It was fun, and I hope you all enjoyed it! Now… Go watch Supernatural. J

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