After seeing the Smallville season finale I have decided to write my own fic, so every Friday from now until the end of August I will write this story. This story is set in 2018, a short time after the series finale. I know a lot of people are doing this, but I thought hey, why not. Enjoy and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did I would keep Smallville going on forever.

Always Hold on to Smallville

Prologue – 2018

"Can you believe this?" Lois said to an intern, standing next to a desk. The intern shook his head.

"Luthor, as president, that'll end disastrously." She snorted. The intern looked back and forth around himself. It wasn't good to talk about the president like that. The intern saw his chance to flee when he saw Clark Kent walk up to them. He banged into a nearby desk. The intern rolled his eyes, typical Mr. Kent banging into stuff.

"Hello Miss Lane." He stuttered. Lois smiled and wrapped her arms around Clark's neck. She kissed him.

"Hmmm, don't you mean Misses Kent?" She said smiling broadly. Clark chuckled and kissed her again. Lois' cell rang and they sprang apart like teenager's caught doing something they shouldn't. Lois rolled her eyes at their reaction and answered her phone.

"Lois Lane-Kent." She said, pointedly staring at Clark.

"Oh, hey Chlo. We'd love too. Yeah, it's no problem. Okay, see you then." Lois hung up the phone. "I assume you heard that." She whispered. Clark nodded, then tilted his head to the side, his eyes darting around the bullpen.

"Go, I'll cover for you. Don't forget." Clark ran up the stairs.

"Chloe's place, seven o'clock." He yelled out.

"Suspect wanted for several arrests, two counts of homicide. Proceed with caution." The voice said on the radio.

Clark went to the address the radio said and assessed the situation. He hovered in the air and x-rayed the building. A man was holding a gun in each hand, standing in the middle of the bank, there were eight hostages lying on their backs. Clark flew down into the building and took the man out from behind, and then he grabbed the man's hands and put them behind his back and brought him outside where the swat team was waiting. Clark handed the criminal over to the police. The officer thanked Clark. John Jones stood in the background and nodded at Clark. Clark nodded back and took to the skies again. He soared up higher and higher. He loved flying, he felt so free, like he could leave all his worries behind and just rest for a few seconds. He absorbed the suns rays and listened to the world.

"Help! Somebody help me!" He heard someone yell, water was in the background.

Clark flew towards the source of the voice. Then the yells stopped, he picked up his pace and saw a red car submerged in the water. A woman was unconscious in the car. Clark picked up the car from its rear and lifted it back onto the bridge. He hurried over to the door and ripped it off. He ripped the seat belt and took the woman gently out of the car. He placed her on the cement and performed mouth to mouth. She coughed and sputtered. She took a deep, wheezing breath and opened her eyes, she looked up at Clark. Her eyes widened.

"Oh my God, thank you Superman." Clark heard sirens coming towards them.

"No problem, miss. Just watch for the road next time." The woman nodded, dumbstruck. Clark took off again.

"Kent!" He heard Perry yell out from the Daily Planet.

"Where is that damn kid?" He mumbled. Clark landed on the roof of the Planet and changed back into his civvies. He ran down the stairs, saw someone and faked tripped on the stairs. He heard the woman chuckle softly at his clumsiness. Clark opened the door to Perry's office.

"Yeah chief?" He asked.

"There you are Kent. Great Caesar's ghost I've been yelling for you forever. Do you have that article I asked for?" Clark looked sheepishly at Perry.

"I know you have all those responsibilities." Perry whispered, making a show of flying with his hands. "But come on boy, pick up the pace." Clark nodded.

"I will Chief."

"What are you standing around for?" He yelled out. Clark hurried out of the office and banged into Jimmy.

"S-sorry Mr. Olsen." Clark said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, hey Mr. Kent." The boy said cheerfully. "It's alright. Consider us even; I banged into Miss Lane, I mean Kent, I mean Mrs. Kent, Lane, Lane-Kent." He said confused. Clark smiled at the young man.

"It's alright Jimmy." Clark smiled and walked over to his desk and started typing up his article.

"Hey, that was fast." Lois said from behind him.

"The city's keeping qui-"

"Don't jinx it." Lois said interrupting him. Clark laughed.

"You still believe in that Lois?"

"Of course." She said, without hesitation. A young woman caught Lois' attention.

"Hey Judy, don't think I forgot what you owe me." Lois yelled out as she jogged towards the woman. Clark finished his article in record time. He knocked on Perry's door.

"Come in!" He yelled out.

"Kent! About time." He exclaimed as Clark handed him his article. Jimmy walked into the office.

"H-hey Mr. White." He said waving nervously.

"I, uh, took the pictures you asked me to do." He handed a picture to Perry. Perry squinted.

"Great shades of Elvis! What is this?"

"Umm, uh, it's Superman, you see the red and blue." Clark looked at the picture; it was just a bunch of red and blue pixels.

"Olsen, I need something more than this. Now get to work!" Perry shooed them out of his office. Clark made a mental note to stop for Jimmy the next time he happened to be at one of his saves. Clark hurried out the door and banged into Ken, the coffee guy.

"Jesus Kent, watch where you're going!" He yelled out.

"S-sorry. I didn't see you, and uh..." Ken had already walked away. Clark made it half way to his desk and then heard a cry for help and as usual he made his way, clumsily, up the steps. Just another typical day for Clark Kent.

TBC

Please tell me what you think. I love reviews. (This is my first Smallvile fic, though it isn't the first time I've written about Lois and Clark because I'm working on a Superman fic.) Until next Friday!