Disclaimer: No own
Spoilers: Character Death.
A/N: I had a crappy evening. Sorry for pushing it out on L&C.
You were unfinished.
When you died. Alone at first on a bright day. At a loss as to what had happened, what was happening. Your fingers curled at your sides, blood running through and darkening your already red blouse. The ground was warm, so warm, but you knew your body was gaining cold from some unseen source that had called you home.
When you cried. For him. Even though he was fighting for the world, fighting for something greater. You wanted him, only him because he was your everything when you woke and slept. The tears escaped from your clenched eyes and you could feel yourself rocking with the shakes that were sapping your energy so fast, too fast.
As you fought. Just to breathe. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Years and decades were meant to pass with your light in this world. You were supposed to make a difference, a huge difference. Instead you were here, waiting and passing, hanging on until he came to your side like you knew he would.
Like the coffee. Left in the middle of disaster. It was surprising that you wished you'd grabbed it, that maybe it would've changed things. It wouldn't have, but you think of what if's since that's all you'd been left with. What if you weren't Lois Lane, Superman and Clark Kent's wife? What if he came too late?
As you heard it. A name that was yours once. One word and you believed you would live. That's how much you had faith in him. If anyone could save you, it was him, always him. Your eyes fluttered open and you wanted to shout his name, but words were hard to swallow much less speak as you saw him, red and blue.
Like a dream. Woken from too soon. He cradled you, and you smiled, a hand limply reaching for his face but failing until he grabbed it and drew it close. The handsome man before you looked stricken, afraid, and you thought it was funny. He was the man of steel after all. 'Clark.'
When he held you. Close and wonderfully. His lips kept saying your name, repeating you would live and that he loved you and would never forgive you if you left him. You would miss this, him, all of it. It wasn't fair and your tears became his, like everything between you two. His pain was yours, just like the love that seemed to pass all rationality.
When he kissed you. The last touch you would feel as you breathed on this earth. 'I love you. I love you.' The last of that damn energy he swore you'd never lose running away, dimming, dying. 'I'm sorry.' Both of you apologizing for something neither of you could control. But at least you ended here, in his iron arms with his love surrounding you like a cloak for the ride that was claiming you with a thief's hand.
You were unfinished. Along with him.