Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that already existed in the show, they belong to the studio.

Author's note: I am a big fan of the series, but while I liked the relationship between Lois and Clark, I was very much saddened by the passing of Mayson Drake, assistant DA of metropolis. I have always loved the triangle between Lois, Clark and Mayson. This is a story where I have Mayson resurrected right after the episodes Lucky Leon and Resurrection and the story would unfold there after. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am, please read and review.

Chapter 1: Resurrection

Heavy rain poured down from the eerily dark sky of Metropolis, a dim yellow aura surrounds street lights everywhere in the city. It is almost ten in the night and most of Metropolis' citizens are home with their families. It has been three days since the funeral of assistant district attorney, Mayson Drake took place. With his eyes busily scanning every scrap of clue gathered on his desk, Clark Kent, also known as superman, is wrapped with guilt and grief for not being able to save Mayson, a woman who loved him deeply though he can not return her feelings. Her last words haunted him in the night. He wanted to scream, to lash out with his unearthly strength on those who murdered her. Yet his logical mind let him know with no uncertain terms that without finding who committed this deed, his strength will be of no use at all. Resurrection. It was her last word to him, yet exactly what it meant had eluded him like a person tries to look beyond a wall of impenetrable mist, and all that one can see are vague and incoherent.

To those who know Clark, the change is alarming. Gone was the optimistic and kind young man from Kansas, the man now sits at his desk is someone who locked everyone out, put everything on hold for one single purpose: Hunt for those who killed Mayson Drake and exact justice. None felt this more than Lois, Clark's partner at work and good friend. She too was deeply shocked in that fateful night, when she saw Clark held Mayson's broken body in his arms as she draw her last breath and light dimmed in her eyes. God knows, she had tried to console Clark as they attend Mayson's funeral with their co – workers from the Daily Planet, but he was a changed man, he shut everything and everyone out of his life as he bend all of his will and mind to the quest he set himself on now.

Meanwhile, under the cover of darkness and rain, an odd procession entered the cemetery where Mayson Drake was laid to rest. The procession of three was almost unperceivable to the naked eye under the cover of the night and the trees that surrounded the funeral ground. Strangely, the heavy rain does not seen to affect the trio at all as they moved with leisure and ease toward their destination. One lead, two followed, it is a procession of silence, for no sound could be heard in the emptiness that is of the cemetery. The cemetery is dark save where lamp posts are raised sporadically through out the premise, with dim yellow auras barely illuminating the space around them. Occasionally, thunder and lightning would strike down near the trio and bring about a flash of brilliant light to reveal the inhuman shapes of the two who followed.

Twin hulking giants each measures some fourteen feet in height, wearing leather kilts studded with bronze rings in old Greek and Roman fashion. Bulging muscles rippled in the broad chest, tree trunk like arms and legs as they move, the two are a sight that inspire fear and terror to even the staunchest hearts. When observed at closer proximity, the giants' bodies are covered with fine short furs of light brown coloring similar to that of bulls, and hoofs are in place where feet would have been if they are human. Even under the heavy rain, their bodies remained relatively dry as they moved with surprising agility to keep up with the comparatively demure figure that leads them on forward. As they walk, knee long bull like tails that is the extension of their spine from waist down swing slightly from side to side as if to habitually chase away the insects. Their most extra ordinary features however, are the heads. For any who witness them, they would find themselves eyes wide with shock, looking at two giant beings with the heads of a bull. Indeed, with the forward curving horns sprung from the side of the giants' heads, and the long muzzles that formed the shape of mouths, these two bear strong semblance to an ancient Greek creature depicted similarly so, the Minotaur.

As they advanced, there are no sounds of footsteps, nor sounds of people's usual mutterings when walking in such weather. Slowly the trio approached the spot that is Mayson's grave, the giants came to a halt and the third one continued until he or she stands at a mere two feet in front of the grave stone. Slowly, gloved hands came up to lift the hood that had hidden the person's face. For any who can see, the mysterious figure is a young woman with breath taking beauty, with fine curly raven colored hair framed a face that is of classical beauty across cultures and backgrounds. She stood there, in the heavy rain, body hidden under the black robe as thunder and lightning gathered in the dark clouds above, tears welled in the twin emerald pools that are of her eyes. Slowly, she bend down, hands placed on top of the grave stone and silently let her tears flow down her delicate face before dropping onto the grave stone itself.

Thunder and lightning boomed in the dark sky and people who work at the Daily Planet office began to leave for the night. Clark stayed, his superhuman strength allow him to concentrate on whatever little clue that he had managed to gathered before him. "Resurrection," it was Mayson's last word to him, and Clark told himself that whatever that meant is the key in solving Mayson's murder. However, trying as he might, answers are always out of his reach, even with his tireless effort, there are very little to go by. Feeling frustrated, his thought turned toward Kansas, and for a while Clark contemplated the possibility of flying back home and seeks advices from his Parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent. Their advice had always helped him and provided the emotional support that is hard to find in the city. However, tonight is not the time, Clark said to himself, not when there is still so much to do and search for.

Clark looked again at the file that the Daily Planet has on Drake, the blonde woman who dressed in an elegant business suit in the profile photo made him bit his lips. For months Drake had pursued him with romantic intentions and as much as he loves Lois, he finds himself now thinking more about Mayson and the times that he had spend with the assistant DA. Strange, he said almost aloud to himself, Mayson loved Clark, yet dislike superman for his vigilante ways, while Lois is infatuated with superman for most of the time and tend to ignore Clark. He shakes his head in dismay, remember again how even with his super speed he had came a few seconds too late to save her from the blast of the car bomb. Again his eyes scanned the content of the file, it was obvious that Mayson had many enemies who would benefit from her death, but many of those are either behind bars or hiding, unwilling to attract the attention of his alter ego, Superman. Again he focused his attention on the word, resurrection. It was obviously important enough to Mayson for her to utter it to him in her dying breath, but what could it mean? Clark chewed the word back and forth, thinking that the word could be a code name for the DA's office. However, since Mayson's death, it had become very difficult to get any information from the office with the increased security.

That thought send another sharp pain to his heart, for he can remember the times that he himself used the woman's love for him to extract information for his and Lois' benefit. Such duplicity was no small burden on his heart when she was alive, and became titanic after her untimely death.

"Maybe she has the file to solve this in her office…" Clark whispered to himself as he finally decided to put away the file and go home for the night. Determined, he said to himself that tomorrow, he will talk with Lois about sneaking into the dead assistant DA's office and trying to find more clues than they have at hand. Then his thoughts turned dark as another flash of anger shot through his veins for the murder of Mayson Drake, but he managed to calm himself down and left the building to begin the short walk toward his apartment.

After letting her tears fell freely onto Mayson's grave, the mysterious young woman waved to her Minotaur – like companions, gesturing them to stand guard for the ceremony she is about to perform. Nodding in affirmation, the two hulking giants turn to stand guard, black ominous eyes searching, and nose flaring for any possible intrusions. The young woman planted a soft kiss on Mayson's tomb stone before she straightens herself again. Her hands half raised in a praying gesture as she parted her lips and start to sing in a deep, emotionally laden voice. Slowly she starts to walk in a circle around Drake's grave, keeping it in the centre of the circle always. With each and every step, the grass receded into the ground, forming a perfect circle on the lawn drawn by fresh, dark soil. Her hands began to move into various gestures and signs as she walked in the seemingly ceremonious circle, thunder and lightning boomed with ever more ferocity as she raised her voice.

In the sky far above, away from any prying eyes, dark clouds whirled as lightning strike closer and closer toward the circle. The giants stood, seemingly unaffected by the changing weather around them. Their gestures are relaxed as they stand dutifully on guard. After completing the circle around the grave for the ninth time, the young woman came to a halt in front of the tomb stone, her voice raised as she shouted a word of command in an ancient tongue. Answering her call from far above, lightning strikes down in brilliant, deadly spikes toward the ground, hitting the earthen circle, illuminating the cemetery. The earth moved to obey the ancient tongue used by the enchantress. Lightning continue to strike as something began to move underneath the grass. The rectangular shape of a coffin began to show, the wooden coffin that housed Mayson's lifeless body is lifted out of the ground and raised onto an altar in front of the young woman.

Slowly approaching the coffin, the young raven haired woman took off her gloves before she began to caress the smooth surface of the wooden coffin. It was cold and lifeless, just like the body inside of it. Wasting no time at all, she pressed her palms against the coffin, at that moment, her emerald green eyes flared with brilliance and blinding light as vines sprung from the ground, attaching themselves onto the coffin and torn it apart to reveal its lonely occupant, Mayson Drake. The young woman walks over to stand behind Mayson's head, placed her palms against Drake's temples as she began another chant. Vines once again sprung from the deep earth, responding to their mistress' call and bind together around the lifeless body from head to toe. Rain continued to pour down and being absorbed along with the lightning into the vines and leaves. Slowly, the body of Mayson Drake began to move, ever so slightly. As time pass by, the movements become more assured, stronger, more definitive. A smile curled up the young woman's lips and she sang the last words of the ceremony loudly into the starless night, a tremendous burst of lightning energy came down to strike directly at Mayson's vine covered body. A scream came from the body on the altar, a feminine voice ringed out in the night that is Mayson Drake, former assistant DA of metropolis. She sits up on the altar formed by dark rich soil, mouth wide open and gasping for breath as the vines shrink back into the ground where they came, leaving Mayson to sit on the altar, naked as a new born baby.

Her eyes looked nervously around, the very last thing the older blonde woman could remember was her own death and fading into oblivion. With her mind still in a haze, Mayson tried to hold herself together and make sense of her surroundings. The young woman smiled in the shadow and walk up slowly to her older counter part. Mayson eyed the young woman closely despite the mounting exhaustion and shock to her entire being. Standing a mere step from her, the young lass' lips curled into a soft smile of joy as tears flow down her cheeks, "Welcome back, dearest."

Eyes wide open in shock, Mayson felt herself falling backward as her eyes rolled back, unable to hold back the shock to her system, and she allowed darkness engulfed her being. The young woman caught the older woman's body easily and with one hand, managed to undo the black robe she wore and use it to cover Mayson's naked body. With the older woman securely in her arms, the mysterious young lady who now dressed in a sleeveless black toga with silver colored sash tied loosely behind her back turned to her towering companions, speaking in a commanding tone, "Time to leave." Bowing slightly in a show of obedience, the two Minotaur – like giants followed the young woman and disappeared into the night.

The next day, Clark found Lois in the office and the two partners talked about a plan to sneak into Mayson Drake's office in order to find more clues on the death of their friend. Both agreed that there are bound to be more clues than they currently have in the assistant DA's office, but how to get in there is a problem. Since Ms. Drake's death, the DA's office and police department tightened security, and the two reporters have no possibility of obtaining information from the tight lipped staff. The two talked more and arrived at a very simple plan: mainly, walking into the building and sneak into the office under disguise.

Time passed by just like any other day, after a talk with Lois about plans to sneak into Mayson's office, Clark closed himself to the world again. He concentrated on work and thinking about Mayson. Odd, he said silently to himself, Lois has always been my priority, yet, since her death, Mayson has been occupying my mind more and more. While he lost himself in his own thoughts, Lois sat across the office and looked at her partner and friend. The night Mayson died had been the couple's first date together and also their first kiss. To be honest, Lois never did liked Mayson Drake, but she does mourn her passing for she recognizes Drake to be an honest person in this sometimes corrupt city. She signed to herself, feeling insecurities rising from the deep well of her gut. "Get a grip of yourself Lois," she said to herself sharply, "Mayson is dead, murdered and buried, yet here you are, feeling insecure and even jealous about a dead woman!"

Finally managed to clear her mind to some degree, Lois sets herself to finish her day's work at the Daily Planet. Everything appeared to be fine until noon when a phone call from the police department to break the façade of normalcy. When the phone came in, Clark was getting a cup of coffee and away from his desk. Jimmy Olsen, the resident photographer answered the phone, "Hello, this is the Daily Planet, Jimmy Olsen speaking," For someone who always seen to have a smile on his face, Jimmy's face turned into an expression of utter shock when he heard the news from one of the inspectors from the police. "C.K! C.K!" Jimmy almost yelled to the older man, "I think you really need to answer this call." Slowly walking back to his desk, his mind heavy with frustration on the murder case, Clark take the phone from Jimmy, "This is Clark Kent speaking…"

"What?" A loud roar rocked everyone out of their routine as stunned journalists and staff members alike turned to look where Clark Kent is standing while uncharacteristically yelling into the phone. "I will be right there, yes, I will be there as soon as I can," Clark tried to calm himself as much as he could while talking on the phone with the inspector. His right hand hold the phone firmly while his left one, hidden barely below the desk has a death grip on the arm of his chair, slowly grinding the wood into dust under his super strength for the news he had just heard. "Thank you for letting me know inspector," he spoke as calm and polite as he could, "I will be there as soon as I can. Yes, I will meet you there." After hang up the phone, Clark grabbed his grey colored knee long coat from the hanger before walking toward the elevator. Lois looked at him, puzzled and deeply worried, her partner's face is almost contorted with barely suppressed anger, a rare sight to see from this timid and polite young man she had come to trust and like.

Determined to find out what had caused such a reaction from Clark, Lois ran after him after grabbed her own purse. "Clark, wait," she called out to him and managed to catch up with him in the elevator. As the elevator take them down to the ground lobby, Lois asked curiously, "Clark, what's wrong?" However, the young man who stands next to her was in no mood to answer. Frustrated almost to the breaking point, Lois moved to stand right in front of her partner and spoke sharply, "Clark, I know you are upset because of her death, but for god's sake we are partners and I for one would damn like to know what made you yell so loud at the office! In fact, I deserve to know!" Sparing a glance to look down at the brunette in front of him, Clark took a deep breath as if to calm himself before finally spoke in a low voice ringed with barely disguised anger, "They found her grave over turned, destroyed. From the initial investigation, even her body was gone and presumed stolen, they fear the worst…" "Whose…grave…?" Lois asked but then her hand shot up to cover her mouth in shock, "Oh god…not…no…" realizing that it was Mayson Drake's grave that had been violated, she now understood why Clark reacted the way he does now. However, this made Lois felt even more insecure and jealous as to Clark's new devotion to Mayson. Despite her best efforts, Lois finds herself wondering if she has been literally dumped by Clark for a dead woman.

On the other side of the city, Mayson's eyes opened slowly to the brilliant sunlight that came though the window despite the white linen curtains that had been pulled together. Absent mindedly, she can feel soft cotton sheets covering her very naked body and at once she felt the temptation to shut her eyes and return to blissful slumber. Still feeling somewhat dazed by the light, she covers her eyes with her left hand and took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. Once she is able to see clearly, to her great surprise she found herself lying on a king sized bed with bedposts raised highs at the four corners to support a pure white canopy that one only see in a magazine catalog. Still feeling a bit sore, Mayson sat up on the bed and shivered slightly to the relatively cool air until she pulled up the bed sheets, still warm with her body heat for some cover. After adjusting the pillows to support her back, she leaned back and began to observe her surroundings with keener eyes while her hands held the sheets so she feel more modest and secure instead of buck naked.

Turning to her left, she saw a door half opened to reveal what appears to be a living room, puzzled, she turned to her right and found herself looking at a small set of sofa, matching coffee table, desk, chair and a closed door which she guessed would lead to the bathroom. The decors are not familiar to her, but then she reminded herself that she really didn't have much of a reason to stay in a hotel before. Slowly as her mind came together, her memories became coherent again. She remembers everything. She remembers everything from her childhood, her school years, career, meeting Clark and Lois, and the short violent blast that ended her life. Then a terrifying thought came to her as the contents of a case code named: resurrection came to mind. "Oh god, please tell me that I was not…" Mayson almost wanted to run from wherever here is before her worst fear is realized. Lost in her memories and fears, Mayson did not notice that the raven haired young woman had come into the room, nor did she notice that the bed sheets had fell back down to her waist to expose her firm breasts, barely covered by the curls of her blonde hair, heaving up and down with her every breath.

Dressed in a cream colored Greek style robe with silver embroideries depicting intricate patterns, slim waist accentuated by a grass green sash wrapped snugly around her body in addition to sporting a pair of matching leather sandals, the young woman has a warm, dreamy appearance to her look which added to her mystique quality.

A soft voice of greeting shook Mayson out of her musings and made her took notice of the young woman who stand next to a bed post to her left and smiling at her. Almost belatedly, Mayson noticed that she is again exposed and hastily pulled up the sheets for cover. Soft sheets rubbed against bare skin and Mayson couldn't help but to let a soft moan escape from her mouth. The air inside the room is at a comfortable temperature but the exposure had made her nipples hard and sensitive. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Mayson blushed as she quickly uses her arms to cover her firm breasts from the younger woman. Thinking feverishly to recall what she knew about the resurrection case, Mayson decided that it is best to be cautious and pretend to know nothing. "Who…Who are you?" Mayson managed to ask, "How…how did I get here? I should be…should be…dead." Dead, Mayson chewed the word several time in her mouth, it gave such bitter taste that made her wish Clark is here to comfort her, or at least just being here. She wanted to shout and scream for the cruel blast that took her life away, but she longed for Clark's embrace, to feel his strong arms around her like he did after he pulled her out of the car.

"Especially if things are as bad I think they are…" Mayson told herself quietly, "what wouldn't I give to feel his arms around me again…even if just for a little while."

"I am Gaia," the young woman answered with a brilliant smile, "mother goddess of earth and you are here because you are my dearest." Flashing the older woman a bright smile, Gaia waits patiently for the questions she knew that will be forthcoming.

"You…you are what?" Mayson looked hard at the young woman before her face to face, but all she can see is a very beautiful young lady who appears to be several years her junior. "Gaia, mother goddess of earth, and you are my dearest," the young woman answered matter-of-factly. Thinking this is either a joke or she had fell prey to some kind of cult, the former assistant DA pretend to be shocked by the answer and give herself a bit more time to think.

Putting on an act of swallowing several times to calm herself down enough to think clearly, Mayson looked at the young woman sternly, her steely will and sharp mind asserting themselves, showing the fiercely independent woman that is her core of being. "Look, young lady, I don't know who you are or what you have in mind, but I don't find this whole goddess thing very amusing, especially when I am naked, lying on a bed in god – knows – where!" frustrated almost to the boiling point, it took every ounce of control she has to not yell at the younger woman. Luckily, she at least remained calm enough to know that she shouldn't wave her hands so to expose her naked breasts to Gaia.

Unaffected by Mayson's words, Gaia moved with the grace of a ballerina to sit on the bed, letting her shapely legs folding together elegantly at her side, "Is being naked such a bad thing dearest?" she asked with a mischievous smile on her face, "If me being here makes you feel uncomfortable, I can be naked as well if that makes you feel better." With her mouth open in shock, Mayson shakes her head, "No, there is…err…no need for that," the older woman hastily answered to stop her from taking off the robe she wear. After moments of awkward silence, and pulling up the sheets again to cover herself for modesty's sake, Mayson decided to pop the big questions on her mind, mainly, "Why and how am I here, when I am suppose to be dead? And speaking about here, just exactly where am I?"

Taking a few deep breaths, Mayson asked with great curiosity, "Gaia," deciding it is better to call this mystery young woman by the name she had proclaimed to be hers, "How is it that I am here? I remember dying in my…friend's arms after my car exploded." A sad expression flashed across Gaia's face, "I resurrected you," Gaia said simply. The blonde's ears perked at the familiar word as she put her mind on high gear on the young woman's answer, "Aha!" Mayson thought, "So you are no goddess after all, I guess you are just hired to play some perverted mind game with me so I can be more easily manipulated…well, it won't be that easy to bring me down!" Thinking she had the situation figured out, Mayson decided to challenge Gaia's story, after all, how can this woman be who she claim to be? And who has ever heard of a goddess resurrecting the dead in this time and age? It must all be a hoax, a cruel joke of events and Mayson would bet all she is worth on the whole thing being orchestrated by whoever is behind the case file deftly named: Resurrection.

tbc...