**Pete**

 

    I haven't been this happy for a long time.  Or this conflicted.

 

    I spent last night with Lana.

 

    Well, I didn't "spend the night" spend the night. But we were together in her room most of the night, talking and kissing.

 

    And it was great...but I can't help but feel guilty.

 

    Clark is going to freak when he finds out.  He has a right to, actually.

 

    I mean, I hooked up with the girl he's had a crush on for years, the girl he almost had a relationship so many times.

 

    We didn't mean for it to happen.  Neither of us would purposely hurt Clark. And this will hurt him.  The guy can take a bullet to the chest with no damage.  But it isn't going to be pretty when he finds out about this.

 

    Lana and I are going to have to tell him.  I'm keeping enough secrets, I'm not going to add another one to the pile.  As much as it's going to suck, we'll have to tell him, and soon.

 

    Because I think this relationship might be serious.  I want it to be serious.  I really like her.

 

    If you had told me a year ago that I would end up making out with Lana in a hotel in Vegas, I would have laughed in your face.  And not just because my best friend was in love with her.

 

    I've always thought that Lana was a nice girl. She's beautiful too, I wasn't blind.  But I was into Chloe back then. I never really had a chance with her, but I really did like her.  Unfortunately for me, she was too into Clark.  I don't really know why.  I mean, Clark's my best friend.  He's a great guy. But Chloe's my friend too.  And Clark treated her pretty badly. And Lana...well, he could just never open up to her.  He could never let him into his life.  There was no way the two of them could have worked out.

 

    But at first I just thought of Lana as a acquaintance.  Eventually she became a friend, but for a long time that's all I saw her as. And then last night happened.  We had been growing closer, but I never expected this.

   

    Lex, Clark, Chloe Lana and I went to a magic show last night. Afterwards, Lana felt like getting some fresh air, and I decided to go with her.  I'm still not sure why. We spent a lot of time talking, and before I know it, we were in the hotel hallway, kissing.

 

    Crap.

 

    What am I going to do?

 

    Lana and I agreed that we'd wait until we got back to Smallville to tell everybody.  We don't want to ruin Clark's vacation.

 

    So now I have to go and see my best friend and act like I haven't betrayed him. 

 

    Way to go me.

 

    I step out of my room and walk across the hall to Clark's. I knock on the door, wondering how I'm going to do this.

 

    I wait a moment, and there isn't an answer. But I can hear voices.

 

    "What the hell is going on?"  A voice I don't recognize yells.

 

    I double-check I've got the right room, and knock on the door again. "Clark? Clark, it's Pete. Open up, Man!"

 

    The door opens, and Clark motions me inside.  He has a weird look on his face and I wonder what could be wrong.

 

    Whoa.  There definitely are people in the room.  They look older than us, maybe around Luthor's age.  A tall brown-haired guy is holding his hand, looking like he's in pain.  There are also two women.

 

    Wow.  There are two very nice looking women.  A red-head and a blonde. Both of them hot.  Okay, so I might be seeing Lana now, but it's not like I want to make-out with them or anything. I'm just appreciating their good looks.

 

    What is Clark doing with these people?

 

    "Clark? You okay?

 

    Clark shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. "No, things really aren't going well."

 

    "What's up?"  I definitely walked in on something big here.  Everyone looks upset.  The guy looks like he has something to say, but has obviously stopped himself because I came in.

 

    "Pete, this is Willow, Buffy and Xander.  Willow....Willow is my wife."

 

    Huh?

 

    "Willow is your what now?"

 

    "Your friend Clark got Willow drunk and married her.  And might have knocked her up!" The guy, Xander, is glaring at Clark.  He looks like he wants to kill him.

 

    "Xander!"  The red-head, who I think is Willow, yells. "For the last time, Clark didn't get me drunk.  It's my fault just as much as his."

 

    I look at Clark, and he must be able to read the confusion on my face, because he explains. "Last night I got really drunk.  Apparently, Willow here did too.  We met at the bar and the next thing I know, I'm waking up next to her.  We got married."

 

    You have got to be kidding me.

 

    Clark Kent got drunk?  Clark Kent got drunk enough to get married to a stranger? 

 

    That's just all kinds of fucked up.

 

    I walk over to a chair and sit down.  "This is big, man. Do you know what you're going to do?  Have you told anyone yet?"

 

    "Hey," Willow spoke up again. "We're going to leave you guys alone.  I need to have a talk with my friends anyway."

 

    Clark smiles at her gratefully.  I can tell that her friends want to protest, but she silences them with a glare.

 

    Once they leave, I turn back to Clark. "Alright, so tell me."

 

    Clark lets out a sigh. "I'm not sure yet what I'm going to do.  I'm mean, divorce, annulment....but there are some complications.  Willow, she could be pregnant.  And...well...she knows."

 

    It takes me a second to figure that last part out.

 

    "Wait, you mean she knows that you're an alien?"  I can't keep the shock out of my voice.

 

    "I guess I was showing off last night."

 

    "And she remembers?"

 

    Clark is quiet for a minute. "That's were things get weirder"

 

    I don't like the sound of this.

 

    "Things get weirder?"

 

    "She did some kind of spell to remember what happened."

 

    The hell?

 

    "She did a what?"

 

    "She's a witch." Before I protest, he continues. "I know, I know. I didn't believe her either, not right away. But she showed me some things, and I think she's telling the truth"

 

    "Well, I guess it's not that much harder to believe than the fact that my best friend is an alien." I try to smile a little.

 

    "Lex and Chloe know.  But I haven't told my parents yet."

 

    I have to say, I don't want to be anywhere near the Kents when they hear about this.  Mr. Kent will want to kill people. He'll probably start with Lex, for taking us to Vegas in the first place.

 

    "What do you think they're going to do?"

 

    "I don't know, Pete. I'm worried. I mean, I've made some stupid mistakes in my life, but this is big.  I'm 18 years old. I don't want a divorce hanging over my head. And what if she's pregnant? I don't even know if I can get a girl pregnant, but if she is....I can't just abandon my kid."

 

    "Well, you can't just stay married."

 

    Clark gets a look on his face then, one I know all to well.

 

    "I'm serious, Clark. You can't."

 

    "Why not?"  he asks. "If Willow agrees to it.  At least until we find out whether there is a baby or not.  We could make things work."

 

    Clark has had some stupid plans in his life time. But this one beats 'em all.  I don't even know how to try to talk him out of this.  I'll leave that to his parents. 

 

    But there is another major thing that has been bothering me.

 

    "Clark, why'd you get drunk in the first place."

 

    He stares at me for a long moment, and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach.

 

    "I saw something I never expected to see," he says evenly. "I guess I was just really upset."

 

    Oh, man. 

 

    He saw us.

 

    He knows.

 

 

 

End of Story 9

 

NOTE: Okay, I'm not sure yet were I'm going with this.  I don't know whether or not Willow is going to be pregnant. I'd love to have readers' opinions. I'm also thinking on doing some Angel people POV. They wouldn't be for a while. I'll definitely be doing all of the main characters from both Buffy and Smallville, but if there is anyone else you want to see, please tell me.