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[luthored]

[ The sound of a heart monitor isn't all that entertaining in general, and the journal wouldn't randomly open for something so boring, would it? Nope. Because right after it suddenly spikes, there's a small clatter and a flatline, followed by a hushed gasp. ]

No.

[ An uncomfortable, heavy silence, then a hopeful murmur. ]

Clark? ...Clark?

[ Another stretch, before there's a muffled sob. She's practically panting, out of breath from her own adrenalin and quickly revealed yell of rage. ]

No! Clark! Where is he?! [ There's a sharp CRASH as the hospital bed hits the other side of the room, and Lana's voice is practically a roar of utter fury. ]

LEX!

[ And the recording of her ends there, as she is immediately gone. Any intending to check Lana's hospital room after all the racket will find it empty except for her journal, the hospital bed hanging from a dent in the wall. ]

[City Filter]

[ Lana feels violently ill, but there's nothing to come up. Not even tears. All she can do is stand in front of the house that she once called hers for a long moment, as if reluctant to re-introduce herself to an old friend. Eventually she enters, wasting no time in showering and changing, but she doesn't even pass a glance to the puppy nipping at her heels before shutting the door in it's face and is out on the town again.

He isn't here. He isn't here.

He isn't here.

But she still has work to do. ]

[/City Filter]

[ ooc; Backdated to before the pony portal appeared~ City filter is open to anyone who wants to bump into her! And why yes she is wearing all leather because reasons. ]

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written; LMAO HER LIFE

[loisfuckinglane]

Why don't you tell me?

written;

[luthored]

Last time I told you anything, all I got was unwelcome sarcasm.

written;

[loisfuckinglane]

[ a beat ] Ok, solid reason.

But I think this is a little more important.

Is he here?

[luthored]

[ She forgets writing in favor of snapping out in annoyance, ]

Who?

[loisfuckinglane]

[ probably for the best, because she was about to unleash some horribly misspelled words in her distraction ]

Lex.

[luthored]

[ . . . ]

No. Lucky for him.

[loisfuckinglane]

Then what were you yelling about?

[luthored]

You...don't know.

[ Right. Of course. Lois obviously remembers the incident, but she wouldn't have any reason to make that kind of a leap in judgment yet. ...Fortunate.

Lana shuts her journal and, welp, is knocking at Lois's door a second later. It's taking all her willpower not to just remove the door from it's hinges. It's a cute place after all. ]

[loisfuckinglane]

Apparently not. [ she makes the reply expecting a conversation, so she's a little frustrated when she meets with silence. the knock that follows upon almost immediately causes her to jerk, but she assumes it's got to be someone else. with a look back at the book, torn between waiting for a response from lana and not wanting to leave someone on the step, she gets to her feet and heads to answer it.

glancing out the window to see who's standing there gives her another jolt, so she draws the door open swiftly. ]

Lana? [ she looks behind the other woman, as if expecting to see something ] What were you doing out here?

[luthored]

I want to talk to Clark.

[ She, rudely, brushes past Lois to walk right in. Anyway. ]

I want to talk to him now. He owes me an explanation.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ ouch. it's a lot like being punched in the gut. she shuts the door as she turns to watch lana storming in. ]

You can't. [ it's the only thing she can get out at first, and it sounds a little testy. which is lois for sad. ]

[luthored]

[ Well fuck that noise Lana's just going to x-ray the house! ...And is a little bit pissed at finding nothing.

She turns on Lois. ]

Where is he? Is he too scared to face me? Doesn't want another confrontation?

[loisfuckinglane]

Try nowhere. [ annoyance is easier to deal with than the biting loneliness so she'll just hone in on that. ] Clark is gone, Lana.

[luthored]

Gone?

[ Gone where? she starts to press, but realizes how dim that would be. She recalls what Crowley assumed earlier. She just hadn't thought it was possible.

He'd always been there. Here. ]

He's not...anywhere.

[loisfuckinglane]

Wrong. [ she sucks in a breath, hunching her shoulders, and letting it out ] He's home, I imagine.

[luthored]

[ She stares hard at Lois, looking for some sign of deception. Body language, heart rate, facial tic, anything. She knows Lois would protect Clark from anything, even her.

But she doesn't want to hurt him!

...

This isn't fair. ]

While I was— [ A beat. ] While I was unconscious.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ there's no hint of deceit in the honest look in her eyes when she glances back at lana, and then drops her gaze to busy it in examining the carpet ]

Just like that.

[luthored]

But I was gone! I was gone, and he... He went and...!

He owes me an explanation!

[ Wow she can barely contain her rage right now. Lana about stomps a hole in the floor when she whirls around to stalk a ways down the hall, then right back there near the door.

Despite how angry she sounds, how tense she feels, the expression on her face is utterly lost. Lonely. ]

He owes me answers! Now what do I do?!

[loisfuckinglane]

Answers about what? [ she tries to keep her own face steady, but it does hurt a bit to see a distorted reflection of her own loneliness on lana's face. for a lot of reasons. ]

[luthored]

About—

[ She stops short, glancing to Lois and immediately hardening her gaze. Tongue in cheek, Lana looks down.

Clark is gone. As angry as she is, she can't take this out on Lois right now, and it works in Lana's favor not to let her find out immediately anyway. So with a little shrug, she turns and reaches for the door. ]

Nothing. Sorry I intruded.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ well that just MAKES HER MAD!!11 so she cuts in front of her, putting a hand on the doorknob to stop her. ]

If you could tell Clark, you can tell me. It seemed pretty important ten seconds ago.

[luthored]

[ Staring at that hand. B| ]

It has nothing to do with you. Get out of my way.

[loisfuckinglane]

So that's how it's gonna be, is it? [ in her emotional state, she can't help but irrationally wonder if any of the healing she thought her and lana had ever temporarily had had only been for clark's benefit, because clark was here, and lana didn't want to burn all her bridges with him. it stings. ] It doesn't have to be, you know.

[luthored]

[ Her gaze flicks up, pinned on Lois now. Focused. She smiles, but there's no warmth in her eyes. Just a sadness, tainted with bitterness. It's her against the world now. A path of her own making. Not Clark's path.

Never his. ]

Do you know how sick it made me to look at the two of you?

[ Lana reaches up to shove against the other woman's shoulder, brute enough to knock her back, but restrained so as not to actually risk injuring her.

She feels regret as soon as the words leave her mouth, but she says them anyway. ]

Do you even understand what it meant to me? Clark never even tried to. Neither did you! To avoid confrontation, all any of us could ever do was tip-toe around one another. Well, I'm done tip-toeing.

We aren't friends, Lois. We never were.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ the surprising force of the shove is nothing next to the brutal harshness of lana's words. they would cut at anytime, if only because they confirmed all of lois' worst fears about the real dynamic that existed between the two women, but hearing them now was harder than ever.

lana one of her only remaining connections to home here, all of which had been rendered only all the more valuable when she lost clark.

would she lose them all, in time? even those from the strange parallel worlds that seemed so close to her and clark's futures seemed to be dwindling.

the vitriol in lana's words is made worse for thinking that she was sitting on those exact sentiments for years.

one thing is clear: there are no words to smooth things over this time. and even if there were, lois already feels on the verge of tears from everything else so she doubts she'd be in the mood to argue much of anything.

her voice dangerously on edge she points at the door. ]

Clark's not here anymore so you don't have to keep pretending to have a reason to stay.

Get out of my house.