Virus: Smallville Fan Fiction

Clark sat at a table reading a book at the Talon. A waitress approached him with a pot of coffee. The waitress smiled, "Would you like a refill?" Clark nodded, not looking up from his book. "Thanks," he said after he got his refill. He took a sip. "No problem," she replied, smiling. Chloe and Lana entered the Talon talking about what they should get Clark for his birthday. "Speed?" Lana shook her head, "Got that." "How about Star Wars?" Lana shook her head again, "He doesn't need any more Star Wars. He's obsessed." Chloe threw her hands up, "I officially give up. What would you buy Clark?" "I'll tell you later." They arrive at Clark's table. Clark put down his book and picked up his coffee, "You make the best coffee, Lana." Lana blushed, "Thank you."

The waitress pulled out her cell, "It is done." She hung up the phone.

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"No, Alicia..." He mumbled. He jolted awake in a cold sweat. He looked around the room, realizing it was just a dream. Gulping loudly, Clark wiped his face with the back of his hand. His throat was really dry from the sweat drenching his sheets and white t-shirt.

Clark sat on the living room sofa drinking lemonade and watching late night TV. He pulled a blanket tighter around himself as he shivered. He picked up the remote and laid down on the couch. The next morning Martha shook him awake. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, "I must've fallen asleep." "Yeah, I can see that," she smiled, "Come on your breakfast is getting cold."