Fic: Lana Montana (Smallville)
Lana Montana
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating:PG
Category: Lana (with yet another Clana breakup!)
Spoilers: Through all of S7.
Disclaimer: My super power is that I own nothing of this I write about! Nifty, huh?
Summary: The best idea that AlMiles never had: Lana leaves Smallville to become a POP STAR!
(inspired by the fact that AlMiles have their grubby little hands on the Hannah Montana movie.)
It was pouring down rain, and she didn’t have an umbrella. New York City was a lot bigger and much more scary, more real than Metropolis. For the first time in her life, Lana Lang was completely and utterly alone. Her family and friends were farther away than a phone call or short drive. And the one person who would, who could, follow or find her anywhere, well, Lana had broken his heart.
She couldn’t face a future with Clark, or even her own future. Somewhere along the way she’d lost herself.
It took a coma to wake Lana up, and she’d run away from Smallville as fast as she could. Two months later, she was still running.
The torrential rain made Lana duck inside the first door she came to. Anywhere dry would serve well as a shelter in the storm.
Lana entered the bar. It was a busy place, but she had no trouble getting the attention of the bartender and ordering a beer. She sat down at a stool, and reached for the bar peanuts before remembering the expose on beer peanuts that Chloe had done back in high school, and thinking of all the germs that were on them. Lana pushed away the basket and instead turned her attention to the stage in the far corner of the bar.
It was karaoke night, and for a second, she flashed back to karaoke nights at the Talon, back when she was dating Jason. With stubborn nerve, Lana pushed the past away and forced herself to enjoy the moment.
A few drinks later, Lana found herself on the stage, microphone in hand. She’d never really been a singer, but everyone in the bar was cheering her on. With a smile, she began to sing.
She sounded fantastic. People got to their feet after her first song. She sang songs that she’d never even heard before absolutely perfectly. Lana was shocked by the turn of events until she remembered the prophetic words of the nurse who checked her out of rehab:
“Now don’t you forget this sweetie. One of your friends brought this by after you were brought here, the real cute blonde and perky girl. We had this radio playing all the time while you were out. Wanted you to hear a little bit of music so you wouldn’t be all alone. And you know, people who are in a coma can still here things, learn things. Maybe you’ll know the whole American Top Forty already. Make that Ryan Seacrest eat his heart out.”
Lana grinned and continued to sing.
This felt great.
***
“Hi, Clark.” She said, not turning around.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Who else would be able to get past my security?” She shrugged. “Clark, I really don’t have time for this right now. I have a show to do.”
It hadn’t taken long for Lana to become a regular at karaoke night. A talent scout had come by the bar, and one happy night, Lana left with a record contract. Her debut album had been a hit, and there wasn’t a man, woman, or child in the United States who didn’t know who Lana Montana was. (The name change had been suggested by her record label, and Lana was all to eager to agree. Lana Montana didn’t know Lex Luthor, or come from Kansas. Lana Montana was blonde, and absolutely fabulous.
“Lana.” Clark said, staring at her like a little puppy dog. “You’ve got to come home. We miss you. I miss you. We need you.”
“Clark…”
“I love you Lana, and that’s never going to change.”
Lana walked over to the Clark, and took his hands in her own. “I know you do, Clark. And I love you. Part of me always will. But Clark, you are meant do amazing and fantastic things. I’ll only hold you back. And as much as I love you, I’ve learned to love myself even more. And Clark, I need music. I was meant to be a star, not just some farm girl from the middle of nowhere. This is my life right now. This is what I need.”
“So this is goodbye?” Clark frowned.
“We’ll always have Smallville.” Lana turned to the mirror to look at her reflection. By the time she turned around, Clark was gone.
“Three minutes to showtime, Miss Montana.” Her manager said, with a knock on the door.
Lana slipped on her blonde wig, and looked at the lady in the reflection.
She liked who she’d become; the woman she’d grown to be.
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Rating:PG
Category: Lana (with yet another Clana breakup!)
Spoilers: Through all of S7.
Disclaimer: My super power is that I own nothing of this I write about! Nifty, huh?
Summary: The best idea that AlMiles never had: Lana leaves Smallville to become a POP STAR!
(inspired by the fact that AlMiles have their grubby little hands on the Hannah Montana movie.)
It was pouring down rain, and she didn’t have an umbrella. New York City was a lot bigger and much more scary, more real than Metropolis. For the first time in her life, Lana Lang was completely and utterly alone. Her family and friends were farther away than a phone call or short drive. And the one person who would, who could, follow or find her anywhere, well, Lana had broken his heart.
She couldn’t face a future with Clark, or even her own future. Somewhere along the way she’d lost herself.
It took a coma to wake Lana up, and she’d run away from Smallville as fast as she could. Two months later, she was still running.
The torrential rain made Lana duck inside the first door she came to. Anywhere dry would serve well as a shelter in the storm.
Lana entered the bar. It was a busy place, but she had no trouble getting the attention of the bartender and ordering a beer. She sat down at a stool, and reached for the bar peanuts before remembering the expose on beer peanuts that Chloe had done back in high school, and thinking of all the germs that were on them. Lana pushed away the basket and instead turned her attention to the stage in the far corner of the bar.
It was karaoke night, and for a second, she flashed back to karaoke nights at the Talon, back when she was dating Jason. With stubborn nerve, Lana pushed the past away and forced herself to enjoy the moment.
A few drinks later, Lana found herself on the stage, microphone in hand. She’d never really been a singer, but everyone in the bar was cheering her on. With a smile, she began to sing.
She sounded fantastic. People got to their feet after her first song. She sang songs that she’d never even heard before absolutely perfectly. Lana was shocked by the turn of events until she remembered the prophetic words of the nurse who checked her out of rehab:
“Now don’t you forget this sweetie. One of your friends brought this by after you were brought here, the real cute blonde and perky girl. We had this radio playing all the time while you were out. Wanted you to hear a little bit of music so you wouldn’t be all alone. And you know, people who are in a coma can still here things, learn things. Maybe you’ll know the whole American Top Forty already. Make that Ryan Seacrest eat his heart out.”
Lana grinned and continued to sing.
This felt great.
***
“Hi, Clark.” She said, not turning around.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Who else would be able to get past my security?” She shrugged. “Clark, I really don’t have time for this right now. I have a show to do.”
It hadn’t taken long for Lana to become a regular at karaoke night. A talent scout had come by the bar, and one happy night, Lana left with a record contract. Her debut album had been a hit, and there wasn’t a man, woman, or child in the United States who didn’t know who Lana Montana was. (The name change had been suggested by her record label, and Lana was all to eager to agree. Lana Montana didn’t know Lex Luthor, or come from Kansas. Lana Montana was blonde, and absolutely fabulous.
“Lana.” Clark said, staring at her like a little puppy dog. “You’ve got to come home. We miss you. I miss you. We need you.”
“Clark…”
“I love you Lana, and that’s never going to change.”
Lana walked over to the Clark, and took his hands in her own. “I know you do, Clark. And I love you. Part of me always will. But Clark, you are meant do amazing and fantastic things. I’ll only hold you back. And as much as I love you, I’ve learned to love myself even more. And Clark, I need music. I was meant to be a star, not just some farm girl from the middle of nowhere. This is my life right now. This is what I need.”
“So this is goodbye?” Clark frowned.
“We’ll always have Smallville.” Lana turned to the mirror to look at her reflection. By the time she turned around, Clark was gone.
“Three minutes to showtime, Miss Montana.” Her manager said, with a knock on the door.
Lana slipped on her blonde wig, and looked at the lady in the reflection.
She liked who she’d become; the woman she’d grown to be.