A/N: Yay! I am actually quite proud of this piece. Clois FTW! I was listening to the Without You cover by Cimorelli, they're really good, and that's how the title of this came about. I thought it fit perfectly. This is going to be just two parts. This first part is really short but I hope it catches your attention. The next and last part would be longer and I will upload that…soon. It's already written so review and I'll put it up faster! Thank you for reading, do review so I know whether you like it.

Disclaimer: All rights for Superman belong to DC Comics/Time Warner and the heirs of Superman co-creator, Jerry Siegel. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by the above mentioned as well as Warner Brothers. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no copyright infringement is intended.

'I will never make it by

Without you'

-Without you- David Guetta ft. Usher

Without you

"Superman, Superman!"

Oh no, ohnonononono. This can't be happening. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

Blood was everywhere, on the floor of the sea plane, on her hands. Everything seemed to be crimson, everything seemed to have his blood; the wound simply would not close. Lois was panicking, she had already pulled out the shard of kryptonite but he wasn't responding. He wasn't waking up. He simply lay on the floor, face pale, hair wet and plastered to his face, completely still, as still as dea-

"NO! Superman! Get up, get up!" Lois refused to let that thought form in her head. He was Superman, he can't die! He was supposed to be invincible, invulnerable. Lois crawled around him her eyes frantically scanning the plane, desperate for some cloth or anything that could staunch the wound and stop the bleeding.

"Where is the darn medical box?" She yelled out in frustration, fear and irritation lacing her words. Giving up, she ripped off a part of her shirt and rushed back to his side. With trembling hands Lois placed it against his wound and the white fabric was immediately coloured a dark red. Angry tears pricked at her eyes and she fought to push them down. She was a mess, a mess of emotions: fear, anger, panic, regret, all coursing through her at once and overwhelming her.

"Clark, please don't leave me. Please Clark. Please."

Just then the plane took a sharp spin causing the door to be ripped open. Lois swore and grabbed on to a chair, only to be thrown out of the plane by yet another sharp swerve.

She screamed, a piercing scream, a scream that only the deepest fears of a person could evoke.

"I'm dead." She thought to herself. Lois braced herself to hit the water; her eyes squeezed shut against the rushing wind.

But there was no impact; she just kept falling.

Her heart flew up to her throat, her stomach continuously flipping. She forced her eyes open to see the glass windows of Metropolis's skyscrapers flying past her. This was where Superman was supposed to swoop in and save her, to heroically rescue her from the clutches of death.

Her screams never stopped as her mind raced to understand why she hadn't been saved yet.

"He's dead Lois. Dead and never coming back." The taunting voice of Lex Luthor echoed through her mind.

He isn't dead. He isn't! He's coming to save me, he will.

This can't be happening. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

It's short, I know. The longer one is coming. Come on, don't be lazy and review please. Please please please please.