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Summary: An old woman's vision comes back to haunt Clark even if he's miles away from Smallville, and decades away from his youth.
Welcome Back, Clark!
Clark opened his eyes. It was dark. It was raining pretty hard. He looked around. Nobody's there. He could barely see his hands in front of his face.
Those hands. It was a teenager's. It may not look like his hands today, but he knows it's his. He looked at his arms. His old flannel shirt. He couldn't believe it. He looked down, and saw his faded old farm jeans.
He was kneeling down, on the wet grass. He could see clearly the surroundings around him now. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine.
It was like he remembered it. But that couldn't be, it was decades ago. He looked around. There were the ones he saw before. Those names etched in the headstones, were the names he saw in that old folk's home with Cassandra. Lana Lang, Pete Ross, Chloe Sullivan, Martha Kent and Jonathan Kent; names that he would never forget.
He turned around. He saw more headstones. It had his wife, Lois Lane-Kent, on one of it. His former boss, Perry White, on another and one of his old friends, Jimmy Olsen next to it. He looked to his right and saw two more headstones. One for his biological father, Jor-El and one for his mother, Lara.
What does this all mean? Clark thought to himself. This is supposed to give me a message, but what is it?
He thought hard. What he felt right then and there was the feeling he's been having for a few weeks now. He then realized that that was the message.
But he couldn't face it. He would never face it.
Then, something…just came over him. He couldn't cry, not now. All that he can do is scream.
So he did. He screamed out "No".
Summary: An old woman's vision comes back to haunt Clark even if he's miles away from Smallville, and decades away from his youth.
Welcome Back, Clark!
Clark opened his eyes. It was dark. It was raining pretty hard. He looked around. Nobody's there. He could barely see his hands in front of his face.
Those hands. It was a teenager's. It may not look like his hands today, but he knows it's his. He looked at his arms. His old flannel shirt. He couldn't believe it. He looked down, and saw his faded old farm jeans.
He was kneeling down, on the wet grass. He could see clearly the surroundings around him now. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine.
It was like he remembered it. But that couldn't be, it was decades ago. He looked around. There were the ones he saw before. Those names etched in the headstones, were the names he saw in that old folk's home with Cassandra. Lana Lang, Pete Ross, Chloe Sullivan, Martha Kent and Jonathan Kent; names that he would never forget.
He turned around. He saw more headstones. It had his wife, Lois Lane-Kent, on one of it. His former boss, Perry White, on another and one of his old friends, Jimmy Olsen next to it. He looked to his right and saw two more headstones. One for his biological father, Jor-El and one for his mother, Lara.
What does this all mean? Clark thought to himself. This is supposed to give me a message, but what is it?
He thought hard. What he felt right then and there was the feeling he's been having for a few weeks now. He then realized that that was the message.
But he couldn't face it. He would never face it.
Then, something…just came over him. He couldn't cry, not now. All that he can do is scream.
So he did. He screamed out "No".