The Affair


[September 2003]

Fandom: Smallville
Title: The Affair
PenName:  EV
Paring(s): Lana/Lex, Lana/Pete
Rating: PG13
Summary: Lana’s found the ideal life, a good husband in Pete Ross (now the Mayor of Smallville) and a beautiful son. But could her happy life be rocked by a single night’s indiscretion with Lex Luthor.
Notes: I wish I knew who to thank for this plot bunny, but I don’t. I just remember once comic Pete’s Vice Presidency and marriage to Lana Lang was mentioned in a Smallville discussion and someone responded with something to the tune of ‘Ewww, if she marries Pete I hope she has an affair with Lex.’ Well, I was never grossed out by the idea of PLana (in fact, I’m pretty convinced they are better off than their comic book counterparts should a marriage happen), so I wasn’t all ‘hey, that’s a good idea’ right away. Then I thought, there are two things that have been established – Pete’s family has a bad relationship with the Luthors and Lana’s family has a good one, therefore what kind of feelings would be brought to the surface if Lana did have an affair. And what if she got pregnant? What a bloody good conflict for a fic. I don’t know how well I did, but hopefully it will entertain you.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters featured in the WB teen drama series Smallville. No copyright infringement intended.

The AffairPart 1 — HIDDEN BETRAYAL

The sun broke through the master bedroom of the Mayor’s Smallville home. Mayor Pete Ross laid in bed beside his wife, Lana. He was wide awake and looking down at her. He still found it hard to believe. It was a future he couldn’t have predicted, a love he hadn’t been looking for, and a life he still thought shouldn’t be his.

Now when he looked at her, he wondered how even his great love for Clark could have kept him blind to her for so long. He was almost afraid of touching her when she was asleep like this, afraid all this was a dream and if he woke her up she would melt away. It was backward thinking, he knew, but he could never escape the idea that he walked right into everything Clark wanted. He was married to Lana Lang, they had an amazing son, and he had a pretty decent career.

Lana’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him and smiled.

“Good morning Mayor Ross,” Lana said.

“Good morning Mrs. Mayor Ross,” Pete replied with a grin.

“Very soon to be Mrs. Governor Ross.”

“Maybe,” he said as he took her hand in his and kissed it gently.

“What are you doing up so early?” Lana asked with a yawn.

“You were gone a week, I missed you. I just wanted to look at you awhile.”

“But, after last night, I thought you would need a rest,” she said with a teasing smile.

“You know I never get tired of you,” he said giving her a tender kiss. That kiss led to another kiss and then a deeper kiss.

“Mommy,” a voice yelled interrupting them.

Their lips broke contact and they looked at the baby monitor. The child was four, so they should have removed the thing. But he had been such a sickly baby Pete remained paranoid about leaving him unattended at night. But at this moment they wished they couldn’t hear him yelling into the room.

“Oh man,” Pete said burying his head in his wife’s shoulder.

“I believe your son is up,” Lana said.

“My son? When he interrupts us, he’s my son?”

“Well, your genes are the rude genes.”

“Oh really?” Pete questioned.

She slid out of bed.

“Wait,” Pete said pulling her back on the bed. “A little longer, once he gets you, I won’t be getting you back.” He trapped her in another deep kiss.

“Ma, daddy,” a little voice said now outside the door.

“Coming Clark,” Lana said.

“He’ll go back to bed,” Pete said.

“No he won’t, he’s stubborn, like daddy.”

They shared a final kiss and Lana freed herself from him. She opened the door and Clark came rushing in the room. He climbed on the bed beside his father and grabbed the remote from the nightstand.

“Watch TV daddy?”

“Sure Peanut,” Pete said switching on the television.

Lana came back to the bed and sat on the other side of her son. They looked down at their little miracle boy and smiled. They didn’t mind the interruption so much when they looked at him. She leaned over the little boy and she and Pete shared a quick kiss.

Lana enjoyed moments like this, quiet times shared with her little family. Nothing reminded her how much she loved them more than being away from them and coming back home. But in one crazy moment she’d risked losing it. She’d slept with another man. And how would Pete feel about her affair, about her if he knew? In these moments the guilt of that affair weighed heavily on her heart, heavier than she could handle some days. She wondered why she wanted this something else when she had everything she claimed to want in her childhood.

“You think it’s about time we had another one?” Pete asked.


“Another baby,” Pete told her.

“Clark’s still a baby,” Lana said.

“I’m a big boy,” little Clark piped in.

“Yes you are,” his mother said ruffling his wild curly hair. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go through it again,” Lana said to Pete.

“Don’t you want a little girl?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah, I’d probably end up in jail before she graduated High School.”

Lana looked at him confused.

“Well, if she’s half as gorgeous as you, I’ll have to murder quite a few teenage boys,” Pete told her.

Lana laughed. They shared another soft kiss.


Lana and Pete Ross arrived in Metropolis. They were one of many invited to see the dedication of the newly re-built ‘History of Metropolis’ wing of the museum. Lex Luthor had donated the money so he was also in attendance and standing by the Governor’s side. The Governor, Rubin Stewart, separated from Lex, came up to Pete and his wife, and patted him on the back.

“Hey Ross,” he said.

“Hey Stewart,” Pete said turning to him. “You know my wife.”

“How could I forget the lovely Miss Ross?” he said taking her hand and kissing it softly.

“Hello Rubin. Glad to see the Museum re-built.”

“Yes, I understand that sometimes Superman has to be little… extreme to apprehend criminals. But I agree with Mr. Luthor, sometimes I wonder if it wouldn’t be cheaper to just let the criminals get away. Repairing the hole in the ceiling and the wall was quite expensive.”

“But the way I understand it, if he hadn’t done what he did half of the patrons would have been killed,” Lana said. “Surely the cost of a wall and a ceiling is worth the human lives he saved.”

“I guess you have a point,” Rubin said. He nodded to her left.

“Good job,” Pete whispered in her ear.

She smiled at him.

Chloe entered the museum and spotted the Ross couple from across the room. No matter how often she saw them together, she still couldn’t believe Lana was the one that stopped Pete’s girl hopping ways. And Lana glowed when she was with Pete. She watched them at a distance, saw their fingers intertwined as they shared a laugh over some private joke. The body chemistry said they were still in love. Their smiles communicated that they were friends as well as lovers. Somehow, the last two people anyone expected to click clicked perfectly. But a part of her didn’t buy their perfect picture, I mean perfection didn’t exist. It just didn’t seem real there had to be some dark secret somewhere.

“Chloe,” Lana called when she spotted her. Chloe walked over to Lana and Pete.

“Hey Lana, Pete,” Chloe replied. “Where’s little Clark?”

“With his grandparents,” Lana replied.

“There’s Lois and Clark,” Pete said. “I’ll go say hi, I don’t want to shout across the room.”

Pete crossed the room. Lana watched him with a grin.

“He misses seeing his best friend everyday.”

“How are things between the two of you?”

“It’s great… except…”


“He wants to have another baby.”

“And you don’t want one?”

“I know he wants a little girl,” Lana said. “I mean he loves being a father. I don’t think he expected to love it so much, but I don’t know. I use to want a ton of kids and he wanted one, just one. A girl, because he couldn’t deal with a ‘hard headed boy’. But when he actually saw his son it was a whole different story. Now that I know what’s like to go through a pregnancy I don’t know if I’m ready to go through all that, to put my body through it again… to worry about all the things that could go wrong again.”

Chloe started to reply, but Pete rejoined them with Clark and Lois at his side. Everyone greeted each other with the usual hellos.

“So what were we talking about?” Pete asked.

“Your desire for a daughter,” Chloe said.

“You’re having another baby?” Lois asked. “Already?”

“Already?” Pete questioned. “Our son’s four.”

“Well I read six years is a good time period to put between births,” Lana said.

“The Ross clan turned out okay and there was way less that six years between us.”

“I tell you what Pete,” Lana said with a smile. “You want the baby, you get pregnant.”

“Okay, I get your point.”

“Clark we need to talk to Govenor Stewart,” Lois said as she spotted him across the room.

“See you later,” Clark said.

Clark and Lois walked off to talk to the Governor.

“The king is here I see,” Chloe said with a grin as she pointed across the museum.

Lana turned and saw Lex was heading toward them. Lana wondered when he would make a move toward them and now she regretted wondering at all. She didn’t look at him, she couldn’t look at him, because then she would remember last month in Gotham and she didn’t want to remember last month.

Did Lex remember it as vividly as she did when he looked at her? He came over and shook Pete’s hand and Pete greeted him respectfully. God, if Pete knew he wouldn’t be smiling at Lex right now. He wouldn’t have shook his hand as he came over. And he probably wouldn’t want a baby with her right now.

Lex asked to speak to Pete privately. She figured it had something to do with business and she didn’t care what the business was, she just needed to distance herself from Lex. So she and Chloe walked off together.

“Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know that guy anymore,” Chloe said.


“No, Lex is still Lex,” Chloe said watching him. “It’s your husband I’m talking about. He’s this responsible guy, this good husband, this… father.”

“He’s still Pete,” Lana said with a smile. “He’ll always be Pete, that’s why I love him.”

“If you love him so much, why did you waste time with Whitney, Clark, Byron–”

“Stop,” Lana said quickly. “Pete, he’s just different from them. Most of the other guys I dated, the good ones, they wanted to be my hero or my prince or my knight in shinning armor. And I realized when I got to know Pete that it wasn’t what I needed.”

“And what did you need?”

“A friend,” Lana said with a small smile. “It wasn’t about all these conjured moments of perfection, it was about things like being able to laugh when the worse happens.”

“Yes, I know, your life is perfectly wonderful?” Chloe told her.

“I wish,” Lana said. “I mean my husband and child are amazing, but I’m still so messed up.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s over.”

“What’s over?”

“Nothing… it’s nothing.”

“Lana, are you having an affair?” Chloe asked. She just pulled the question out of the air, thinking it the most logical conclusion. Lana didn’t answer. “With who?” Chloe asked in response to Lana’s lack of a response.

“I’ll see you later,” Lana said quickly.

She smiled feebly and walked away.

Lana stepped outside into the fresh air and tried to close her mind to the memories that were flooding back. The wedding she attended without Pete because he had a conference to go to, an invitation for drinks, drinking just a little too much, stepping into the limo and a then a kiss, a forbidden kiss. A kiss that made her forget she was the respectable wife of Mayor Ross, the mother of a little boy. In that moment she was just a desirable woman in the arms of a very sensual man.

“Lana,” a familiar voice said behind her. She jumped a little due to the shock of the voice.

“Hey Clark,” Lana said without turning around.

“Why are you out here?”

“Just, needed some air,” Lana said.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great,” Lana said with a false smile. “It’s just this whole baby kick Pete is on.”

“You want me to talk to him.”

“No, I can talk to him,” Lana replied. “Just have to figure out what I’m going to say. Go on back inside.”


A few weeks later Lana found herself standing at a drug store counter alone buying a pregnancy test. All the signs were there, the same signs she had experienced with Clark. Her breast were usually tender and she experienced nausea at random not to mention she was tired all the time for no reason at all.

She had went to the doctor thinking she was ill when she discovered she was pregnant with her son. When she found out she was possibly pregnant instead, she immediately called Pete, who came to the doctor’s office, and the two of them were together when they got the confirmed positive result for a pregnancy. But she had known something then that she didn’t know now. Then she knew if she was pregnant, Pete was the father. This baby she couldn’t be so sure about. She and Pete had used protection almost every time, at least she thought they did. Their son had been such a sick baby that they had decided to prevent a future pregnancy until they were ready. But the night with Lex, it had been wild and spontaneous and she hadn’t protected herself from this or anything else. She thought she could just forget, she thought she could just pretend it never happened and now she might be forced to think of it for the next eight months, the next eighteen years, the rest of this child’s life.

But there were options, she thought as she walked to her in-laws with the test in her bag. Nothing said she had to carry this child to term. But what if it was Pete’s child, Pete’s little girl? And even if it wasn’t Pete’s child, it was hers. A piece of her given over to a new life. Her mother had made a mistake too, stepped away from her marriage and bore a child that wasn’t her husband’s. What if her mother had made the choice not to have her?

But she didn’t even know if she was pregnant, she thought stuffing the test deeper inside her pocketbook as if that would make the possibility of pregnancy less possible. She could be worrying for nothing. She could be conjuring her symptoms out of guilt.

“Mama,” her little boy said as she opened the door.

He ran into her arms holding a piece of paper.

“How’s my little Peanut?” Lana asked.

“I draw picture for daddy,” he said shoving a piece of paper at her.

“It’s pretty,” she said taking the paper from him. She actually couldn’t tell what it was a picture of. “Get your jacket, we have to go.”

Little Clark ran off to get his jacket.

“He’s a good boy,” Pete’s mother said stepping up beside her.

“Yeah, he is.”

“Hard believe there was a time we weren’t sure if he would make it through the night.”

“Pete and I pretend we’re past the scare of losing him, but we’re not. He still has the baby monitor in his room.”

“Well maybe some day soon they’ll be another little one for you to worry about.”

It was the last thing Lana wanted to hear so she said nothing and her son saved her from having to carry the conversation further. He ran back into the room holding his jacket and Lana helped him into it. She thanked her mother-in-law and went home with her son.

She kept the test buried in her bag for another week. By then she felt she knew the truth, but she pretended there was still a possibility of a negative result. She knew if her options were to remain open she had to know. So she finally took the test. And actual negative result would have surprised her, the positive one she got left her in tears on the bathroom floor.


Lana walked into the Metropolis Cafe and found Chloe sitting by the window reading the latest edition of the Daily Planet. She was glad Chloe had agreed to meet her. Despite the turmoil of their teenage years, as adults they’d established a certain trust with each other. When Clark met Lois it sort of relieved them of that conflict and allowed for the best parts of their relationship to find their way to the surface. And at the moment she was grateful for that kinship, because she didn’t think she could turn to anyone else.

“Hey,” Lana said sitting down at the table.

Chloe put down her copy of the Planet and looked at her.

“So, what’s with the S.O.S?” Chloe questioned.

“Well you certainly cut right to the chase.”

“It’s a reporter thing,” Chloe said.

“You remember asking me about an affair?”

“Yes,” Chloe said.

“I did have one… with Lex,” Lana said before she lost the nerve. And from then on she spoke quickly, knowing it was the only way to get it out. “It was just one crazy night. I mean, you and I both know there’s just–something about Lex and I ate it all up that night. I made a huge mistake.”

“Whoa, back up, you and Lex when?”

“In Gotham. I went to a friends wedding, but Pete had other commitments. Little Clark was home. I was alone and free from the burdens of motherhood and being a politicians wife. And I don’t know, there’s something dark and seductive about that city, especially at night, and it pulled me in. And Pete wasn’t there and Lex showed up at the wedding, I don’t know who invited him–”

“You didn’t do…anything at the wedding?”

“We danced a few times and talked and drank. He offered me a ride back to my hotel and in the Limo, flirting led from here to there.”

“In the limo?!” Chloe said a little louder then she meant to.

“Shh–” Lana said.

“I’m sorry, but the limo?”

“It was an amazing night and I regret it only because of what it would do to Pete. And I could have left it in the back of my mind if–if there wasn’t…”

“If there wasn’t what? Feelings in the way. Does Lex want more, do you want more?”

“I’m pregnant Chloe. And Pete and I, we use protection. I know it’s not 100%, so this could be his child. But it could be Lex’s too, it’s most likely his. I mean I haven’t been to the doctor yet, but the timing’s right.”

“Oh my god,” Chloe said. “I know the only sure way to know is with a DNA test, but you know, because of certain ethnic genetic factors, it may be really obvious that Pete isn’t the father at birth. You need to tell him.”

“I haven’t decided if I even want to have this child,” Lana told her.

“You know you will. Some logical part of your brain may say ‘this pregnancy shouldn’t have happened anyway’, but deep down inside you already see this as a human being. You couldn’t go through with it.”

“How do you know?”

“I know you.”

“Maybe you’re right, but if I do make the decision to… terminate the pregnancy.” Chloe could tell she fought with the word ‘terminate’. “You’ll come with me?” Lana asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Chloe said to her. “Whatever you need.”

“Thanks,” Lana said.

“But if you decide to keep this baby, you have to find a way to tell Pete he’s not the father.”

“Why? He might be the father.”

“Because if he’s not, if he goes through this whole pregnancy loving that baby and then sees on the day of it’s birth that it’s not his, it’s going to hurt. And what’s going to hurt the most is that you not only betrayed him, you lied to him.”

Another week of indecision passed after she talked to Chloe. She knew she had to make a choice, but she needed to clear her head. So while Pete was off teaching little Clark to play golf (a father-son activity he made time for once a week), she slipped into the only place that felt like going home, the Talon.

Lana wondered how she had become so distanced from the place that use to be her baby. She knew she had held on to the Talon to hold on to a memory of family even though the family no longer existed. And now she had a real family and she had fought for the life of a real baby. A flesh and blood child that, like the Talon, started out a in a constant fight for survival and now thrived mostly on it’s own. It had been years since she took any active role in the running of the place, even though Nell and Lex had made sure she officially owned it when she turned 18. But the year she went to College she’d had to hire someone to take over running it. And when she graduated, she pursued other interest. And then she was married. And then there was her son and nothing else mattered.

The High Schoolers still congregated here and fretted over their temporary High School woes or celebrated the latest school-related or personal victory. She found a seat and watched them, proud of her accomplishment. This place wouldn’t exist for them to enjoy if not for an alliance she made with Lex Luthor as a teenager.

“Miss Lang,” a voice said. “May I sit down.”

“It’s Mrs. Ross,” she said to Lex. She’d heard he was in town and planed on avoiding him.

“I thought you went by Lang-Ross,” Lex said sitting down. “Lana, I know you’ve been avoiding me. You don’t have to hide from me. I know last month was just a moment. A moment I hope we both enjoyed, but just a moment.”

“Enjoyed it or not, it shouldn’t have happened,” she said gathering all her bravery and daring to face him eye to eye. “I have a family to worry about Lex.”

“I know,” Lex said reaching out a hand to touch hers.

She didn’t know why she didn’t move her hand then. His finger started a gentle caress and the memories of their electric connection that night in Gotham came flooding back.

“I have business to look after with your husband. I see no reason to possibly injure that.”

Lana snatched her hand away.

“Business? You would keep quiet because of business?”

“What would you have me keep quiet for?” he asked, leaning forward. “You, love? I thought you didn’t want me to love you, that’s what you said in Gotham isn’t it?”

Lana didn’t answer.

“Listen, Lana. I’ve always had a… let’s call it a weak spot for you… I didn’t make a habit out of helping teenagers start up businesses after all. So maybe a bit of that weak spot found itself let lose in Gotham. Did I tell you I love that city? It’s very dark and sexy, especially at night. It makes you forget all the rules, all the reasons why you should… hold back. It’s not like Smallville, Smallville is clean and wholesome, it’s apple pie. You almost don’t want to tarnish the image while you’re here.”

“You’re point is?”

“I know what happened in Gotham doesn’t belong here. I know the feelings you felt surface there would shake the very core of your Smallville life. So I’ll leave those feelings in Gotham and you should too.”

Lex got up and touched her shoulder before he walked away. The warmth of him was left on her long after his hand left. The scent of him still hung in the air. And she closed her eyes feeling for a moment she was back in Gotham, at that wedding, being held in his arms for a dance.

“What if I can’t leave it there Lex? What if what happened still grows inside me,” Lana said to herself.

When Lana got home Pete was still up, sitting in the living room channel surfing as his son lay asleep in the crook of his arm. She was drawn to Lex, some part of her irresistibly so, but she didn’t love this guy any less. Pete was the guy who made her laugh when it was the last thing she felt like doing, he showed her being silly could be romantic. He had a type of charm she’d never encountered before. He was her big teddy bear, that was her nickname for him when they first got together. She didn’t know why that nickname had slipped away, he found it rather amusing. And even now she could curl up in his arms and feel everything was okay with the world.

She walked into the room to join him and noticed he didn’t look to happy.

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“Out,” Lana replied. “I needed some time.”

“Did you forget about the anniversary dinner?”

“Your parents,” she said to herself. “I’m sorry Pete. I’ll apologize.”

“No need, I told them you were sick.”

Pete got up and lifted his sleeping son. He carried him up to his room and Lana followed. The two of them got the sleepy child into his pajamas. He woke up enough to ask for a good-night kiss in the process and they gave it to him before disappearing into their room.

“What’s going on?” Pete asked.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine,” Pete told her. “You’ve been moody and distant the last couple weeks and I don’t know what it’s about. I thought the one thing we could do when one of us was down, was talk.”

“We can, but not about this, not yet.”


“Because… Because,” Lana sighed. “I just can’t decide what I want to do.”

“What you want to do about what?”

“Pete, I’m pregnant,” she said sadly. She meant to continue, at least she told herself that. But Pete was flushed with a look of such joy that no other words came. He took her in his arms and hugged her.

“Is this what you were worried about? I mean, I know you weren’t sure, but the baby’s here now,” Pete said touching her stomach. “I know we said we would plan the next one, but Clark was unplanned and look at him.”

“I guess your right,” Lana said forcing a smile to her face. “But you know I’ve only taken one home pregnancy test, I haven’t been to a doctor or anything.”

“Well we’ll make an appointment tomorrow or as soon as possible. This is… wow. How lucky … I mean we start talking about a baby and you get pregnant.”

They had been so careful about protection Lana thought he would immediately ask how. But no such question ever passed his lips because the possibility of an affair never crossed his mind. And she both hated and loved his trust in her fidelity at the same time. She didn’t have the heart to tell him this baby might not be his, she didn’t have the strength to tell him that she had betrayed the marriage.

(Sept. 9, 2003)

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