Ever since the season finale of Smallvilles 9th season I've been wanting to write this. I hope everyone likes and enjoys this story.
Chapter 1
Her mind was racing in a million different directions as she ran to towards the building. She could still feel his presence on her lips, she could still feel the surprise from finally learning who he was, all thanks to that simple yet passionate kiss. Clark, her farm boy, her best friend, was Metropolis' very own superhero. He was the Blur.
That memories from that day all those months back flooded her mind. She could see the events flash before her as she ran, the rain pelting against her causing her hair to stick to her back. She had known, had put the pieces together once before, had known who he truly was. She had been willing then to sacrifice herself, to let go of the ledge of the planet and fall to her death if it meant that he could continue to do what he was meant to do. But she had been saved, and somehow had received a call from the Blur with Clark standing right beside her.
She had put the thought of him being some superhero out of mind, believing that it was just her trying to make the two men that she believed that she was in love with into one. And now to find out that they were in fact one person, one amazing, selfless person was incredible. A strangled choke escaped her lips followed by a laugh.
She could feel a wetness on her cheeks and knew instantly that it wasn't the rain, she knew that for the first time in forever she was crying. But out of happiness, joy, or whatever reason brought on the tears she found that she didn't care. All she knew was that the tears felt right for the situation.
And then out of the corner of her eye she could see a gold the gold light at the top of the building and a body falling. A sinking feeling engulfed her to the very core of being. She didn't know how, but she knew that the figure was that of Clark. That it was Clark plummeting to his death, and that there wasn't a thing that she could do to save him but watch. Watch as his figure would make contact with the could, wet, unforgiving pavement. That the moment he did make contact that she would lose him.
The tears were coming harder know, and she knew the reason for them this time. Fear, fear that she was going to lose him. fear that she would never be able to tell him how much she truly felt for him.
He was getting closer to the ground now, so close that she could just make out the flutter of his coat. So close that she could see his hair fluttering in the wind. So close that everything that he was would be no more in the next few seconds.
And then she felt a strong wind overtake her and she was pushed off of her feet and feel on her back. She wildly looked back and forth, searching out the cause and then looked up. What she saw surprised her, a red and gold streak was making its way up to Clark, and then propelled itself from the side of the building catching him and landing on the neighboring building and proceeded to run make its way down it.
Lois felt as if her eye sight was beginning to fail her when a boy, looking as if he was still in high school appeared in front of her, Clark held in his arms. The boy laid Clarks prone form in between the two of them and Lois was finally able to get a good look at him.
His shirt, his uniform was ripped in two different places. There was a slice across the S on his chest, the S that had come to mean hope to so many. Then there was the other cut, the one where a blue dagger was embedded.
Her hand shaking Lois reached out to grab the pommel of the knife and pull it out of him, but faster than she could see the kid had his hand on her wrist stopping her. "Wait."
Lois glared at him. "What the hell do you mean wait? He needs that damn knife out of him now!"
"You can't, at least not yet." He paused for a moment seeming to think something over and then added "Trust me Lois."
"How the hell…" Lois began but another hand and found hers, this one larger, more comforting, but Lois couldn't help but notice how cold and clammy it felt.
"L-Lois. Its…alright." Clark said as he attempted a comforting smile.
"Clark, we really need to get it out of you." Lois said, her voice softening as she stared down at him.
He slowly shook his head, a slight grimace over taking his features as the action caused him pain. "C-can't. Not…yet."
Lois looked between Clark to the boy and back, noticing that the even thought the kid was starring at the top of building that he was glancing back at Clark every now and then with a look of concern. Something was going on, her reporter instincts could tell that much but she didn't know what that was.
She followed the boys gaze to the top of the building and noticed that the gold light was now gone, and that a figure was making its way towards them. She looked back down at Clark for any sign that everything was alright, but was alarmed to find that his eyes were closed, and that his chest was no longer rising.
"CLARK! Damn it Clark don't you do this to me." Lois said as she shook his body, trying to get him to open his eyes. But no matter what she did nothing worked, he wouldn't open his eyes. Her worst fears realized she collapsed fully to the ground and truly began to cry.
A sudden pressure was felt on her shoulder and she tried to shake it off, but it remained. She turned angry, saddened red eyes on the on the person behind her only to be surprised to find Det. John Jones standing there. He was Clark's contact with the police force. What was he doing here, and why was he wearing what he was wearing. Nothing seemed to make since to her anymore.
A sudden sound behind her made her turn and she watched in horror as the kid picked Clark back off and sped away, leaving behind the same red and gold streak.
"What the hells going on? Where's he taking him?" Lois raged at the detective.
"To a place where he can be saved Miss Lane." Lois looked at the man before her, surprise entering her eyes. "I can take you to him if you wish."
It took a moment before his words could make sense, but when they did Lois nodded. "Please."