Clark bent down, pulling a large, dusty chest out from behind the couch. It had not been open in a year or two and its hinges squeaked as he lifted the lid. The scent of cedar mixed with mothballs hit him hard as he tore through its contents. Clark found what he was searching for when spied a weathered leather album sticking out from underneath a crumpled blanket .He slowly flipped through it, the snapshots staring up at Clark filling him with memories, until he found the exact one he wanted. It was a black and white—a vertical strip of three frames—of himself and his mother, hugging and smiling at the camera of one of those instant photo booths. Clark was about age eight in the picture, his floppy hair and goofy smile made it one of his mother's favorites, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.

He got up and walked over towards his desk to grab the keys to the truck when he heard the click of heels coming up the stairs to the loft. Looking up he saw Lana appear at the banister. "Lana?" He asked, dumbfounded. He hadn't seen her in ages, not since she had become engaged to Lex and they went their separate ways.

" Clark," Lana said, doing her best to act surprised. "I didn't think you would be here." Her sentence trailed off into an uncomfortable silence. "I, I came here to see your mom. We had plans to discuss a fundraiser for a charity I support." She finished quickly, her eyes darting about the room. "I thought maybe she was up here."

"In the loft?"

"Well no one answered up at the house."

Something about the way she could not look into his eyes made Clark suspicious and he had a feeling that Lana had come to the farm to see him, not his mom. "Yeah, she's in Topeka doing some senatorial work." Clark eyed her for a moment as she shifted uncomfortably. "It's odd she would invite you over when she wasn't going to be home."

Lana took a stride forward, tossing her hair back with a fidgety hand. "Oh, yeah, about that, well I..."

"Lana," Clark began, sitting down on the arm of the couch. "Why are you really here?"

Lana's back was now facing him as she stood, staring out the open window. "I told you."

"Now tell me the truth."

Her head dipped and her hands fell lifelessly to her side as she let out a sigh. " Clark, it's been a while since we've seen each other..."

"Yes it has."

" Clark, I miss you." Lana proclaimed, turning around abruptly. She had tears in her eyes as she moved towards him.

"So how's Lex?" Clark interrupted. Lana flinched and at that moment it was crystal clear why she was there. He knew Lana well enough to know the games she played—the more she moved forward the more she looked back—refusing to let go of the past. She wanted to have her cake and eat it too, so to speak, and Clark was strong enough to know better. He was finally over her. He refused to be Lana's cake anymore.

"He's fine," She said, her voice distant. "He's gone a lot and that big mansion can get so lonely." She reached over and placed a hand on Clark's shoulder, running it lightly down his arm.

"Sorry to hear that." He replied, standing up to shrug off her hand. "I guess that's the life of a billionaire's wife. But I'm sure you'll find other ways to occupy your time." He put a strong emphasis on the word other, making it perfectly clear he would no longer jump into her arms anytime she wished.

"I'm sure I will." Lana blinked in surprise, retracting her hand and taking a step back. Clearly not expecting her advances to be rebuffed, she quickly changed the subject. "So, what have you got there?" She nodded towards the album still clutched in Clark's hands.

"This? It's an old photo album. I'm going to get one of my mom's favorite photos blown up and framed for Mother's Day."

Lana bent down over the open cedar chest at their feet. "How sweet. I'm sure she'll love it." She said casually, eyeing a slip of scalloped fabric hanging over the side of the chest.

"I hope so." Clark bit his lower lip, struggling to think of what to say. "Well, I should get going. I wanted to run downtown to the photo shop and get this done." He waved the album in front of him, hoping she would get the hint.

But Lana was ignoring him, and she bent down to grab the fabric from the chest, pulling a delicate patchwork quilt into her arms. "What is this? It's beautiful." She said, running her hands over the multi-colored patches.

"That's my grandmother's quilt."

"Why do you keep it cooped up in a musty chest? Why don't you display it?" She unfolded the quilt a bit and there was a loud clink as a metal object fell from within its folds and onto the floor. "What was that?" She paused, looking down at her feet to where a thick, silver bracelet lay. She bent down and picked it up, running her fingertips along the big, sky blue stone and elaborate etchings on its surface. "It's a bracelet. Was this your grandmother's too?"

Clark stared at it for a moment. It looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't place it. "I'm not sure."

"It's gorgeous." Lana cooed, her eyes flashing. And as Clark watched Lana slip the bracelet on and push it up over her fingers it came to him—a voice from the past.

"Whatever your destiny—for the true one in your life" Clark heard the Kawatche Indian Chief Joseph and remembered being handed the silver bracelet years ago. The bracelet meant for his soul mate, the same one he had stored away and forgotten about until the exact moment Lana was sliding it onto herself.

"Lana..."He protested, unsure of how to stop her. Once again he could voices from the past echo in his head.

"Soul mates? Those exist? But how will I know who it is?"

"The bracelet will find its owner—just like your soul will find it's other half and the two shall join for eternity. It is destiny."

Clark watched helplessly. It seemed as if the bracelet had "found" its owner after all this time. Fate was playing some sort of cruel trick on him. Suddenly Lana's smile faded and her eyes squinted as she let out a disappointed grunt. "Damn." She had pushed the bracelet up to her knuckles but it refused to budge any further. She pushed it harder and harder, wriggling it around desperately until her knuckles were raw. "I don't get it," She mumbled bitterly, sliding it off and looking at it longingly in her palm. "I tried and tried to make it fit—but it's all wrong. It's too tight."

"Well, it wasn't meant for you."

An unknown emotion registered in Lana's eyes. "No, I guess it wasn't." She tossed the bracelet aside. "Well, I should get going. Tell your mom I said hello."

Lana smiled a tight, uncomfortable smile and descended down the stairs. When she disappeared from view Clark felt himself let out a long breath of relief. But he was also filled with a strange anxiety. Fyears he had not given any thought to the Kawatche bracelet, being convinced that Lana was his true one. And now that he had found out she wasn't, he was happy, but also unnerved.

Because the question looming over him now was—who was the bracelet made for? Who was his soul mate?