Title: Hourglass
By: gddg96
Disclaimer: I own absolutely NOTHING Smallville and/or Superman related
Summary: When he stands, he stands as a saviour. He was reborn right in front of my very eyes, and then, then I knew, he was no longer mine to have.
Prologue
MAY 2010
I am running. I am running even though I can't catch him. Running because I feel like it. Because it's the right thing to do. Because if I stand too still, it's too real. If I stand still, this isn't a dream.
So I run.
I run until the sky crackles and lights up, and then there is a flash that seems too bright to be lightning. I squint; definitely not lightning. So I turn, and I run there, instead. As long as I'm not standing still.
An army brat; thank goodness. A blessing and a curse it seems, for even though I hide myself, I am in impeccable shape. I'm barely breaking a sweat when I see him.
The torturous sky above cries out, and what I see cracks my already breaking heart. The Red-Blue Blur is lying on the abandoned street, as cold and alone as he must sometimes feel. A martyr. A hero. My hero. My Clark, my Smallville, my Farm boy.
He is motionless. There is no pensive expression of pain on his face, no outbursts of agony. The silence worries me more. He is leaving me, very slowly and quietly. Just as my mother did.
I touch his face, and I hold him in my arms, and I know, he isn't gone yet. He is a fighter. He's my fighter. What weakens him? I wish I knew. The many times I'd figured he was impenetrable make me now feel naive. I'd always been selfish, asking the wrong questions on the phone. Rather than questioning his abilities and weaknesses, I spoke selfishly as a giddy teenager on her first date. All our beautiful treasures of conversations do me nothing now.
Glowing. Bright and blue, like the eyes I wish would open. A dagger right through him.
My father says, "When a soldier is down, DO NOT remove any pierced pieces of debris. It will further worsen the wound!"
And Clark then whispers to me, "Take it out, Lois. Please. Please take it out. I hurt." Clark begs of me, and I know there is nothing I can't give him. He is no Soldier, the war is over.
I yank out the dagger, and throw it away. Blood, so much blood. The crying sky relents, and I am basked in light and heat. Please. Please oh please, be alright, my Clark. I love you forever, come back. A moan.
I stare stunned at the face of a god. My god. And I know he will be okay. And so I am running again. I run, and I hide, and I wait for him to awaken, to stand.
When he stands, he stands as a saviour. He was reborn right in front of my very eyes, and then, then I knew, he was no longer mine to have.