A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Three (Part One):
A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story)

Chapter Three (Part One): smallville stories

kaylakrystyne Smallville and Clois lover :)
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Two lone souls running from their pasts. One wants to be free. Another wants to escape. They meet in the most unexpected way, and find solace in each other, but how long can that happiness last? CLOIS!!!

A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Three (Part One):

I can do this. I can do this. Cassie repeated that mantra over and over again in her head, as she sat across from The General.

She was nervous. She was terrified. She was starting to question if she could do this or not. Then, he glared, the all too familiar Lane glare.

I can't do this!

She took a deep breath. She would do this. She would because her best friend was counting on her.

It’s not like she knew where Lois was, but, she did know she left, and if she didn’t know Sam Lane, then she would say that wouldn’t be a problem, but, she did, and he would definitely not take that lightly.

No. Not at all. He would interrogate her over and over again or just simply have her followed. She believed the latter would be the case in this situation.

General Lane sat up straight, hands crossed in front of him, and glared, harder that he was before. He had frown lines on his forehead, a frown edged onto his gruff features, and just stared at her, like he was reading her or something

She wanted to roll her eyes. What was it with Lanes and reading people? Lois was so damn good at it. She could look at you, and know what you’re thinking.

And she crumbled every damn time! Not this time. Nope. Lois’ freedom was hanging in the balance, and even though she missed her, she would not rat her out or herself, for that matter.

She squared her shoulders, a new determination surging through her veins. I can do this, and I will do this. They stared at each other for several minutes, neither moving, neither speaking.

She supposed, that most people would feel terrified underneath The General’s angry gaze, but she wasn’t. She was an army brat, she was used to it, but she was also best friends with Lois, who could be a hell of a lot scarier than her father.

“So, Cassie…It’s Cassie, right?” She nodded. She could do this. She was strong. She was independent.

She would not break. “I need you to be completely honest with me…Do you know where my daughter is?” GULP!

The tone of his voice radiated that he meant business. The steel gaze in his eyes chilled her to the bone. The way he held his body was overwhelming.

Yeah, this was going to be much harder that she previously thought.





Free from the likes of her father. Liberated as she drove further and further away from her troubled life. Exhilaration pumped through her veins as thoughts of her new adventure scorched through her mind.

As Lois sped down the highway, jamming to her favorite WhiteSnake albums, all these emotions, plus a few unidentified ones encompassed her.

She finally did it. She was free. She couldn’t believe it. Her whole life, she had wished—prayed—hoped for this moment, and now it was finally here.

Over the years, she had tried running away, escaping, from the trivialities of her life through unconventional ways, but this was so, so much better. It made her feel…alive.

For the past twelve years, she had tried escaping from the life of an army brat, the constant moving around from one country to the next, but, especially the tight grip of her father, The General. And now she has. She’s escaped from…everything.

As the lyrics, of one of the best songs written by WhiteSnake rung in her ears, she thought about her never-ending rollercoaster of a life...


The pain of losing the most precious thing she had in her life. Her mother. Ellen Lane. She was beautiful, high-spirited, and a breath of fresh air.

She meant absolutely everything to her, and then, she lost her. She was only six years old. No child should ever have to deal with a pain so great, but she did, and she believed that she had prospered through the pain.

But she hasn't.

She was supposed to grieve, heal, and eventually move on, but that never happened. She still grieved on those cold winter nights. She has never healed from that loss.

She will never move on from her mother’s untimely death. And it was all his fault. Instead of sheltering her, protecting her, grieving with her, he placed a mountain of responsibilities on her tiny shoulders.


At the age of six, she was a high-sprung, energetic child, but that all changed, and she became, Lois Lane, older sister and her father’s little soldier. She had to put up with things that no child her age should ever have to deal with.

They are supposed to have a childhood, be carefree, and worry about nothing except what games they played that day, but not her. No. She became a mother.

She was her little sister, Lucy’s, new replacement mother. She didn’t really understand, she was too young, but Lois sure did. She was no longer a child.

She lost that they day her mother died, and became an adult. She made sure Lucy was fed, bathed, and cared for.

And, as the years went by, she was in charge of making sure she got to school on time, was picked up on time, was fed properly three times a day, and made sure that her homework was done every single night.

As they grew older, they learned to follow a system of command, of course, it was ordered by The General himself.

Lucy reported to her. She reported to The General. And the cycle continued day in and day out.

To be continued...

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