A Mercy - Graham/Lana
I don’t remember which powers Lana got when she put on the Prometheus suit, but let’s just assume she got them all. I really like her as a character and I always wondered what she was up to after leaving in season 8. Sorry for the character death! DISCLAIMER
I own noting from Buffy
Lana Lang tried never to think about Smallville. She tried never to think about her parents, or Nell, or Whitney, or Lex, or her friends. She could never go back there or Metropolis, so what was the point? Why remind herself daily of all that pain?
The only thing she did allow herself to think about was Clark. It was unavoidable, as every movement she made was now super-powered by the second skin that made her his equal. But where normally he would have been the one thing that caused her the most pain, she had learned to turn her love for him into the driving force behind her new mission.
Living in Smallville had taught her that there were really strange and scary things in the world, but since her arrival in the Bolivian jungle, she had encountered things so terrible that she had never even dreamed of them. Specifically vampires.
Yes, apparently vampires were real. But it had only taken on trying to attack her to make her realize that her pseudo-Kryptonian skin made her immune to their bite. She began to hunt them.
There were so many ways to kill them. She could rip their heads from their bodies. She could set them aflame with her heat vision. She could drive a wooden stake through their hearts. Her enhanced speed made her faster than they were. It was fun
Especially on nights like this, when she had a whole nest to destroy. They were holed up in a deep cave behind a waterfall and from the looks of their defenses, they had been there for awhile. Lana smirked as the first warning shots bounced off of her leg. This would be too easy.
The vampires on guard sounded the alarm and a dozen more swarmed out of their rocky hideaway. She took them all on at once, delighting in ripping them limb from limb and feeling the pieces crumble to dust in her hands. The thrill of the kill was an unbelievable high.
Taking on the whole crowd at once was not a problem for her skills, but it did make the battle end much sooner than she wanted. Once the last of the dust had settled, she brushed the residue off of her shoulders and let the quiet settle around her. There was an echoing coming from inside the cave. She cocked her head, listening, and grinned. Apparently there were a few who had decided not to come out and play.
Her blood ran cold, though, and she stopped short when she reached the back chamber. A man in black military gear was chained to the wall. From the looks of his wounds, they had been keeping him as a snack for a long time.
He groaned as she broke the chains and gentled lowered him to the ground. “It’s okay,” she said. “They’re gone.”
His eyes fluttered open. “Are you the Slayer?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“No. My name’s Lana. I’m a friend.”
He smiled – or at least tried to. “Commander Graham Miller.”
She helped him to sit against the wall. He was clean-cut, attractive – reminded her of Clark. “Nice to meet you, Graham. I’m going to get you out of here.”
His face was tight with pain, but his eyes were clear. “No, you’re not.” With trembling hands, he pulled up the side of his jacket to reveal a deep and infected wound – the kind that came from torture, not vampire feeding.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
“In my shoulder strap,” he said, “will you hit my GPS locator so my unit can find me?”
She did. “Anything else?”
He took a deep, rattling breath. “Make it quick?”
A dry sob escaped her throat. They both knew that he would never survive a trip or
here on his own. “Okay.”
It took nothing to snap Graham’s neck but at that moment, Lana hated her powers. She left his body in the cave for his people to find and, wiping the tears from her eyes, set out to find more vampires to kill.
But never again would she think of any of it as fun.