Title: Unborn (Part 3)
Series:
Lois & Clark
Author: Singing Violin
Rating: K+
Summary:
After the honeymoon and before the series finale, Clark makes a
choice that isn't really his to make.
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PRESENT DAY
With Lois unconscious in his arms, covered in blood, Clark had never been more frightened. Would she live? If she lived, would she find out? If she found out, would she ever forgive him? He shook his head, trying to clear himself of the thoughts racing through his mind. He needed to get Lois to the hospital.
He spotted the emergency entrance and landed, racing inside with his precious armful. Seeing the blood and Superman, the staff immediately took her from him and wheeled her into an examination room. Clark had often noticed that Superman's patients got special treatment, and had as often regretted the unfairness of it, making other patients wait longer while his got attention. It was true that those he rescued were often in life-threatening conditions, but even when they weren't, the staff didn't want to look bad in front of the celebrity version of him. Little did they know how their preferential treatment disappointed that very celebrity. For once, however, Clark was glad of the special treatment.
He didn't risk following her into the room, although he was pretty sure the staff would also allow him that indulgence. He didn't want to fuel any more rumors that could lead to the discovery of his secret identity. No, that wasn't the real reason he was avoiding the situation.
He didn't want to be around when Lois figured it out.
Realizing that he was Superman, standing in a hospital emergency room waiting room, he decided it was time to go. People would expect him, having done what he could for this patient, to go back to save someone else. Besides, if he waited any longer, people would start hounding him for autographs and advice, and he really wasn't in a mood to talk.
Racing out the door, he flew into the air and wondered where he could possibly go.
Minutes later, he found his internal autopilot had taken him directly to Smallville. Specifically, his parents' doorstep.
Sighing at his subconscious's victory, he spun out of his Superman outfit and entered. He sat at the table in the dining room and hung his head in his hands.
He didn't have long to mope, as his parents, having heard him enter, had awoken and come downstairs in their robes.
"Clark?" his mother inquired. "What's wrong?"
He looked up into his parents' concerned eyes and felt nothing but shame in his heart. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
TO BE CONTINUED...
