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Meteor, Redux

By Starsong

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they're property of the WB and DC comics, I'm just playing with them for a little while. My thanks to Intrepid Reporter for beta reading this for me.


Hand in hand, Lana and Clark strolled along the dirt path on a beautiful spring evening. The birds were singing in the trees and the cows browsed along the fence line as Clark leaned down to pick one of the many wildflowers that nestled up against the fence posts.

"Lana, you're the most beautiful girl in the world," Clark proclaimed as he handed her the flower.

Lana took the flower from him and held it against her nose, posing for him in the warm twilight. "Thank you, Clark," she said quietly. "I just wish my parents were here to see this." She closed her eyes and allowed a single tear to escape and roll down her cheek.

Clark leaned over and brushed the tear away. "Don't cry, Lana," he implored. "I know thinking about your parents makes you sad, but *please* don't cry." He leaned forward and kissed her softly.

Lane dropped the flower and wound her arms around his neck. She kissed him back fiercely, as if Clark Kent's kisses could make the fact that her parents were dead not be true. "Barn!" she gasped, breaking off the kiss. "Your loft in the barn is better for this."

Clark nodded, the remnants of thought fleeing in the face of teenage hormones. They walked quickly to the barn and entered. Unfortunately for them, the Smallville News had failed to cover the fact that another large meteor was heading to Earth. Just as they were beginning to make out on Clark's couch, the meteor, which was another part of Clark's now dead planet and thus laced with kryptonite, barreled into the Kent farm, causing four fatalities.


The whole community mourned Lana and the Kents in a funeral three days later, but none more so by Pete and Chloe. Chloe bent over Clark's casket and dropped a single rose on top of it. "It's not fair," Chloe muttered, swiping away tears.

Pete laid a comforting arm around her shoulder. "I know it's not--but at least Lana is with her parents now."

"I know," she said with a sigh. "And I can't help feeling like Lex and Lionel Luthor are somehow involved in this."

Wisely, Pete kept his mouth shut and helped her launch an investigation into Luthor Corp.'s business practices. Through investigative work that was far beyond their normal style, Chloe led Pete to finding out that it was Luthor Corp.'s fault that the Smallville News hadn't broadcast about the meteor. Lex and Lionel were sent to jail, where they died, on four counts of reckless endangerment and four counts of murder two.

Pete and Chloe went off to college and eventually graduated from Kansas University with degrees in journalism before they married and began working at the National Tattler.


Meanwhile, in the far reaches of space, the man known to Clark as Jor-El was engaged in a fit of temper. "How could that idiot boy die before fulfilling my plan?" he raged. "I, General Zod, had the *perfect* plan for conquering the Earth by way of Jor-El's dimwitted offspring without risking *any* of my troops." He thought for a few minutes, then shrugged fatalistically. "At least I'm spared the trouble of killing him," he said with a resigned sigh. "Back to the drawing board."