Lana Lang

If anyone had asked Lana if she saw herself living with Lex Luthor when she was sixteen she would have laughed at them. If they'd asked her if her best friend would be living across the hall in a penthouse with Clark she would have laughed at them. Yet that was exactly where she and Chloe had ended up. They were living with the Kent brothers, and somehow this worked for all of them.

Of course Lana's aunt was way more comfortable with the situation than the Kents or Chloe's dad was. Nell thought it was only a matter of time before Lex proposed to her young niece, and finally Nell would have her place in society that she always wanted. Lana wasn't thinking like that at all. She was still a teenager, and whatever was going on with her and Lex was proceeding at a snail's pace. Instead of being frustrated she found that she was enjoying getting to know him.

Especially since he was one of the only people who could resist her new abilities. Any affection or attention he showed her was from his own doing. He was a calming force in what felt like a chaotic existence. Things were working out with the four of them, and maybe that was why Lana had insisted they spend the night in and just hang out together.

"No, you don't need to have the cook stay late," Lana insisted to Lex. She flashed him a smile as he looked confused. "We're going to be normal for one night. No fancy parties or nights at the club after five star restaurants. Tonight we order pizza and chinese and play games or watch movies. It will be a semi-quiet night in."

Which was unusual. Not because Lex wanted to be out. No. It was Chloe, Kal and Lana who were never satisfied sitting around. There was too much to do in Metropolis not to go out nearly every night and explore. Lana couldn't explain why she had the change of heart for tonight, but she was looking forward to a quiet night with friends.

It was her choice after all, and she knew she could count on Chloe to make Kal suck it up and attend.

By the time that Lex came home from work, he was greeted with the sight of Lana arranging flowers on the table while wearing a cute little skirt and top outfit that he'd picked out on one of their many shopping trips. It was in one of his favorite shades of purple. "Hi," she greeted with a bright smile. "I thought orchids would be nice, yeah? Not that Kal will notice, but I think Chloe would appreciate them. We can order food after they arrive. Oh, and I used the credit card to buy some board games." She pointed to where the stack of games still wrapped in plastic were sitting on the table in front of the couch. "How was your day?"

[open to Lex, Chloe and Kal]

Lana Lang used to be someone who said the right thing while doing the right thing. The good little girl with the perfect grades and sunny disposition. She tried so very hard to be perfect, and sometimes she felt like she nearly succeeded. The problem with trying so hard to be someone or something you're not is that you're left feeling empty inside.

Behind closed doors sometimes she would cry. She hated that she tried so hard to be who she thought that her parents wanted her to be. She hated that she wasn't sure if her parents would like who she really was. Sometimes she wondered if anyone would like who she really was. Behind those flawless features and sweet smile, Lana was just as insecure as any other teenage girl. She was just better at faking it in public.

Then one day everything changed. Suddenly she had the power to make people do what she wanted when she wanted too. They wanted her even when she didn't want them. She could be as bad and flawed as she wanted, and no one held it against her. They simply wanted her to acknowledge them. It was so much power. She felt invincible. The problem of course was that she wasn't invincible. She couldn't trust what anyone said or did because she wasn't sure they would do it if she wasn't using her powers on them. Instead of crying she got angry. Instead of being insecure she became distrustful and resentful.

Then there was Lex. Lex who liked her before, and liked her now. Lex who didn't care if she was perfect, and did care if she was hurting herself and others. Lex who was able to resist her abilities, yet wanted her around anyway. It was a bit like the Three Bears story. She finally found the life that felt just right.

1. Ask me three questions you want to know the truth to.
2. I will pick two of them to answer
3. One I will tell the truth about
4. One I will lie about (the last you will have to try and answer for me)
5. Post this in your journal so others can ask you.

OR:


INSTRUCTIONS

01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me" or something similar.
02. I will respond by asking you five questions of a totally random nature.
03. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions etc.

My Personality

Neuroticism	8
Extraversion	99
Openness to Experience	62
Agreeableness	2
Conscientiousness	57

You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You lead a moderately paced life. You like some energetic activities, but also like to relax and take it easy. You prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. You regard intellectual exercises as a waste of your time. You do not enjoy confrontation, but you will stand up for yourself or push your point if you feel it is important, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You have strong will-power and are able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. You are able to stay on track despite distractions.

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Lana never pictured herself as one of those meteor freaks. Sure, she was caught in the storm just like most of the rest of the town was, but she didn't believe she had been infected. Wasn't it enough that she lost her parents? Wasn't it enough that she would be forever known as the girl crying on the cover of Time magazine? She was picture perfect, and sweet as candy. There was absolutely nothing different about her. Or so she thought.

The Nicodemus flower infected several people. They felt completely free of their inhibitions. Upstanding Mr. Kent was suddenly rude and angry. Sweet Pete was suddenly jealous and infuriated. Perfect Lana was suddenly...blunt and aggressive. The antidote worked to return Mr. Kent and Pete Ross back to who they originally were. All it did for Lana was take away the danger of dying. She was still blunt and aggressive.

Lex was the one to figure out she was meteor infected. That the infection made the pollen linger in her steam, and the effects of her personality change linger on. Somehow the pollen had woken up her previous before dormant meteor power. She couldn't leap tall buildings in a single bound, or move things with her mind. She wasn't one with butterflies, or faster than a speeding bullet. Instead it was her ability to use her pheromones to persuade people to see things her way that appeared once the antidote was administered.

How does Lana communicate best with others? By whispering sweet words of temptation and suggestion in their ears of course.

My name is Lana Lang, and I'm formerly from Smallville, Kansas. You might have seen my picture on front of the magazines when I was kid. Think back to the meteor shower, and that picture of the poor little crying princess. The tears that launched a thousand donations to help rebuild what was lost. Nothing like a crying orphan to tug at the ol' heart strings, right? Right.

Once upon a time I was a good girl. I ate my vegetables, said my prayers, and smiled the cheerleader smile so that everyone would want me. That's what it is when you're an orphan. You want to be grateful for those who take you in. Smile pretty and your aunt won't regret that she got saddled down with you when all she wanted in life was a rich husband to take care of her. Be a good friend, and people will want to be with you because you're nice and not because they pity you. Be a good student and your parents will look down from heaven and be proud of the little girl they didn't get to raise.

Yeah, here's the truth of it, you can be perfect and it's still not good enough. You think I don't know that you losers were jealous of me? That you hated how sweet and goody two shoes I was. That you envied how cute I looked in that uniform or that cardigan? Please. It had to make you sick. It made me sick. I hated that person I used to be because she wasn't real.

It took being exposed to the Nicodemus for the real me to awaken. I'm special now. I'm better than perfect. I could tell you about my secrets, but why should I give it all away in an introduction? It's better to always leave them wanting more?

And I know that within moments of being around me, you'll want me. Just ask the king of resisting temptation, and the man trying to save me. He means well. His heart is in the good place. His adoptive parents would be so proud of him if they knew exactly what was going on. I can't figure out why he's able to say no to me, but it's a pain in the ass. Everyone else finds it nearly impossible to do so. When Lex found the cure to save his father and Pete he thought he found the cure to fix me too. He chased me and his stolen Porsche back to Metropolis and gave me the antidote. I wasn't dying anymore, but I wasn't the fairy princess he remembered either. He thinks he can change me back, but he's kidding himself. See, the princess saved herself from the tower, and the best thing he can do is lose the white horse and have some fun.

White Knights are so lame; I prefer the villain of the story.