A/N: This actually isn't a typical serial fan fic, it's more like my little drabbles about the upcoming spoilers / episodes, moments I'd like to see happen in the upcoming episodes. The installments won't be terribly long, but I'll hope they'll be entertaining! Be warned that a lot of spoilers for the second half of season 8 are included!

Moment 1 ~ Legion

"It's just like the cape," Garth practically whispered reverently, holding the red jacket up to his two companions, and completely oblivious to the quiet onlooker who had paused on her way up to the loft.

"So cool," Rokk agreed, his fingers rummaging through the stuff on the top of the desk. The barn was still in shambles, but there were a few things intact enough to give the three young Legionnaires a look into their hero's life.

"Well, thankfully, we got here when we did, or this might have been all that was left of him," Imra added solemnly.

"I can't believe he wants us to help him," Garth said excitedly, turning and looking toward the barn entrance. As he did, he caught the petite brunette watching them quietly from the stairs. Clearing his throat, he shot his two friends a quick warning glance.

"Don't stop on my account," Lana said, a small smile on her face, knowing she'd been caught. "I'm sorry, I didn't plan on eavesdropping, it's just that…well a look into Clark Kent's future is too tempting a prospect to pass up."

Imra, Rokk, and Garth exchanged a look, a look that wasn't lost on Lana.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you anything. My curiosity just got the better of me," she added quickly, before leaning back against the wall near the large window Clark could often be spotted gazing out of. "And I'm glad that he asked you to stay and help. Getting Chloe back is important to all of us, and you three certainly proved you're up to the challenge."

"So, Chloe's a good friend of his?"

"Yeah, they've been best friends forever. Not to mention she's Jimmy Olsen's wife and Lois Lane's cousin, and I know Clark wants to find her for them, too."

"Lois' cousin?" Garth interjected, his eyes widening eagerly, earning him a quick smack from Imra and an eyeroll from Rokk.

Lana's brow furrowed slightly at their reactions. "Yeah, how do you know Lois?"

"Um…she's the famous Daily Planet reporter," Imra said quickly. "Everyone knows who Lois Lane is."

Lana nodded slowly, seeming to accept that. It made sense, Lois was already making a name for herself at the Planet, so the idea that she would become a famous reporter there in the future wasn't at all farfetched.

"So, what are you guys looking for up here?"

Rokk shrugged. "Just snooping, I guess."

Lana couldn't help but smile. She didn't know much about where, or more specifically when, they had come from, but it was clear they idolized Clark, and that whoever he became in the future, who he was and what he accomplished meant a lot to them.

She nodded toward the red jacket that Garth was still holding. "He wears that a lot."

The young man simply smiled widely at that, before gently laying it down on the chair. He then made his way over to the desk, where Rokk was still looking things over. Everything was in disarray, but that seemed not to matter to the boys who were actively looking for any crumb to feed their knowledge of the man they admired.

After a moment, Rokk found a framed picture underneath some papers that had blown haphazardly across the desk during the wedding disaster. Picking it up, he looked at it thoughtfully, not noticing his friend's moony stare from behind him.

"Lois," Garth sighed, his voice almost dreamily uttering her name. Rokk glanced at Lana, seeing her wide-eyed expression, then gave his friend a sharp elbow to the ribs. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to faze the young man, who continued, "Man, she is smokin'. No wonder he…"

"So this blonde," Rokk quickly interrupted, pointing to the smiling woman next to Lois in the picture. "That's Chloe?"

"Yeah," Lana responded quietly, her eyes still fixed on Garth's admiring stare at Lois' picture.

"Well, we gotta help him find her!" Garth said hurriedly. "If we don't, Lois will…"

"Garth! Why don't you and Rokk go see if Clark's back from town yet," Imra practically yelled, her eyes urging Rokk to get their gushing friend out of there, the quicker the better.

"Good idea," Rokk muttered. "See ya later, Lana," he said, putting down the picture and shoving Garth down the loft steps.

Imra turned toward Lana, who was staring at the framed picture now lying on the desk.

"Maybe you could tell me more about Chloe, any information about her would be helpful," Imra suggested, trying to break the silence, and more importantly, the awkwardness that settled over the loft.

"I always thought he had to choose," Lana said quietly.

"Huh?"

Blinking quickly, Lana simply smiled at the girl in front of her. "Nothing."

Imra watched her silently, seeing quick flickers of varied emotions cross the young woman's face.

"He becomes a great hero, doesn't he?"

"He does," Imra stated simply.

Lana nodded, her eyes flickering back to the framed photograph.

"His greatest fear was always that he would end up alone, that his powers, his responsibilities, they would keep him from having any kind of life of his own."

She looked back at the blonde girl in front of her.

"I'm glad that's not the case."

Picking up on the hint of sadness in Lana's voice, Imra stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Lana," she said softly. "You're part of the reason he becomes a hero."

The slightest trace of a smile graced Lana's lips. With a nod of acknowledgement, grateful for her kind words, she turned back to the picture, her fingers resting lightly over Lois' smiling face.

"But I'm not the reason he stays one."