Author's notes: hello everyone! Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first Smallville fanfiction "fallen hero" and now I've decided to write the continuation. This will again be a CLOIS pairing and be seen through Lois's perspective (which I believe isn't done often enough), if anyone has any helpful opinions, comments or criticisms in how to make my linguistics more fluent or make my story run smoother or even just some ideas, then drop me a review and it will be taken into consideration

Disclaimer: I never have nor will own the Smallville/Superman franchise in current possession of Warner Bros studios grumbles unhappily

Summary; (slightly AU) after the death of someone close, Lois attempts to put her life back together with some help from an unsuspecting (or suspecting depending on your perspective) source

Pairing; Clark/Lois (well duh)

My Light In the Darkness

Chapter 1: Death of the Friend

Loss.

That was all that she could register. The mere shock of losing someone so close to her had shattered her entire world, made her feel horribly weak and alone, it was like the day when her world stood still for ten agonising minutes, where she had believed her knight in shining armour had been killed

The thought of losing Clark scared her lifeless, although she wouldn't admit it to anyone outside of her own head, but losing Chloe was in many ways losing a part of her life she knew she would cling onto until her dying breath. Chloe was dead; her blood flowed elegantly along the floor and the sight not only caused maddening tears, tears which Lois wasn't scared to hide but it caused such heartache and pain

The mere concept of not being able to talk to Chloe made Lois want to break down and give in. memories unwillingly came to the surface of her mind, like the time when she had believed Chloe dead and went on a search to find her killer or the instance when they joked about seeing Clark Kent in a wet t-shirt; Lois Lane realised there and then that the time for crying wasn't now, she was a fighter and she would fight for the vengeance for the closest thing she had to a real sister. The pain, agony and silent tears could come when she had got the justice she knew societies laws couldn't provide

5minutes earlier

"Chloe we've got to go, who knows where that mad psychopath is?" Lois whispered while restraining her fear of the situation and the horrible instinct to call out for Clark Kent, someone she was still very unsure about due to the time which she referred to her in head "the day the world stood still"

Lois rarely thought this but right now she really resented and envied Chloe's reporter instincts, not only did she want to get her hands on a major front-page worthy story but she wanted to put the murderer who shot her father behind bars.

Lois knew that Chloe allowed her feelings to cloud her better judgement which wasn't professional but at the same time she found it a big improvement from the version which wasn't showing any emotion and hiding herself from everyone she cared about while trying to find the pond scum that had robbed her of her father. She realised that if someone she cared about was murdered in cold blood she would do her very best to find the excuse of a human being and hunt them down like the parasites they were. The situation where she first believed Chloe dead sprang quickly to mind.

Silence was Chloe's only response as she also realised now that she would feel a whole lot safer if Lois' "knight in shining armour" was right here beside them, knowing that there was nothing that could stop him; his strength was unsurpassable and his purity could not be tainted, even the loss of his Earth father, as damaging and painful as it was for him and everyone around him, could not rid him of the compassionate heart he possessed

A bone-chilling laughter rang throughout the warehouse, rebounding off of the walls and creating the horrible feeling that the maniac was all around them "come here little ladies, I wont bite you…hard" the voice softly sang, as if trying to allure Chloe and Lois into a false sense of security

Unfortunately Chloe looked around the corner to see if he was nearby while making sure Lois was safe even if she was the stronger and the faster of the two, which in turn caused the bullet to be released and propelled through her left eyeball and coming out the back of her head, expelling grey matter all over the floor and Lois' clothes.

Present

When she saw that person fall to the ground, the way her hair innocently fluttered through the non-existent wind and the look of pure confusion in her remaining eye, made it all seem to move in slow motion, as if some cynical bastard upstairs was forcing the memory to be etched accurately into her mind for all eternity, Lois Lane couldn't help but feel some sense of hopeless, dreading and despair. She wanted to run full stream to help Chloe and keep her alive, even though she already knew that Chloe's life had been mercilessly extinguished before it left her skull.

Apparently she wasn't fast enough to move into hiding because as soon as she came out of her stupor, the maniacal prick was leering over her and had gained a lustful glint in his eyes "ummm hello pretty little lady and don't you have a very nice body" he licked his lips feverishly at the thought of her creamy skin to his touch.

The thought of being raped by this man did nothing but cause white hot rage to course through her veins until he wagged the gun in her face like a play toy. What of earth was she going to do? She was not going to be raped and then be killed but then she knew she couldn't exactly gain revenge if she dead.

Fortunately before anything could happen to her he came in, with all the ferocity and velocity of an untameable hurricane, he picked the man up and bodily threw him at least 40ft to the other end of the warehouse; he probably didn't even see her but Lois was too stunned to make herself be seen to this man for a lack of a better word.

Before the murderer could get back up onto his feet he super-sped towards the vile filth and picked him up effortlessly off of the floor and whispered something which must have been truly terrible because the man dangling in mid-air gained a sudden impression akin to a mouse being ensnared by a lion.

Clark's features seemed to have hardened because when Lois looked him in the eyes, she didn't see any warmth or compassion, she didn't see kindness and understanding but what she did see proved to her that the murder of her cousin had as great an impact on him as it did on her; his eyes seemed to burn deep into the murderers face, seeking any sign off mirth or pleasure at the sin he had willingly and gleefully committed.

In what Lois considered a suicidal act, the killer spoke softly and whispered in Clark's ear "I was going to have such fun with the pretty bitch that's still standing too…." probably hoping for a moment of unadulterated shock where he could escape from the vice-like grip of the titan pinning him soundly against a concrete wall. However not only did this comment visibly shake the remaining restraints and foundations for his sanity but it wrought such a soul-splitting cry that Lois truly feared what was going to happen next

Clark Kent had come for revenge of the loss of Chloe Sullivan and he was going to enjoy himself