After I'd cried myself out I picked myself off the floor and crossed to the balcony doors, pushing them open I breathed in the night,

"They can help you if you let them." said a voice. I jerked back and fell to the floor with a yelp, catching myself on my hands before my head hit the floor along with my ass, and looked up to see Superman hovering over me, I gaped at him as he landed on the balcony and crossed over to me

"Are you all right?" he asked "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you" he offered me his hand and I swatted it away.

"Then maybe you shouldn't of done it" I said getting to my feet, "I mean what the hell do you think your doing?! Coming here and lurking on my balcony like some giant bat! I mean who does that?" I was so mad I was nearly spitting.

"Well my friend in Gotham has been accused of it on occasion, but I really didn't mean to scare you."

"Well then what did you mean to do the exactly? Cause hanging around on my balcony doesn't make you look to good!"

"I want to talk to you" he explained

"Well isn't it my night for it" I said "Look Blue Boy I'll tell you the same thing I told those nosy reporters. I'm not interested!" he went to speak and I held up my hand to stop him, " Look I know you want to help me and that's great, but the thing is I don't want saving and I never asked for it, yeah my life isn't what most people would consider great, but it's the best I'm gonna get. You don't know me I get that but you also don't know what I've been through and……"

"I'd like to" he stated

"……. come again?" Oh god please make him go away every second he's here is a second he could recognise me.

"I said I'd like to get to know you. You've obviously been through a lot and I think your feeling very lost, but trust me this." He gestured round at the room "Is not the best your life can be."

"How can you say that! You don't know the terrible things I've done!" I cried out at him, god make him stop I've broken down enough for tonight.

"No I don't, but I do believe in second chances." I looked at him, I mean really looked at him revealing my face for the first time, he stared at me shock written all over his face "It can't be" he whispered.

"Well Clark? Still believe in second chances?" I asked. He stared at me and I tensed waiting for the disgust to appear on his face, instead tears formed in his eyes and he lunged forward and pulled me into a hug.

"Anya it's really you. I can't believe it! I was so worried we all were." I could hear the love and acceptance in his voice and I couldn't stand it! I had to get away! I drew my arm back and gut punched him, he doubled over coughing and I bought my knee up smashing it in to his face, he collapsed to the floor gasping and I stood over him screaming at him,

"If you were so worried about me then how come you didn't find me Clark? How come I lost everything again if you were so goddamn worried about me?" I couldn't stand it anymore! I didn't want to remember anything! I turned and ran to the edge of the balcony, vaulted the railing and leapt to the street five stories below, I didn't care about my cover, I didn't care if my neighbours saw, in this neighbourhood they'd probably just blame it on the drugs or the booze or whatever, I just had to get away! Once I hit the ground I took off running nearly blinded by the tears running down my face.

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"Anya" I whispered as I lay and watched her run to the balcony and leap over, I willed my body to move, to follow her, I had to make her understand! I had to get her back. I tried to sit up and pain shot through me. I'd forgotten how hard she could hit. I was going to need some help, I reached up and activated my communicator,

"Watchtower, this is Superman. I need some assistance."

"Roger that Superman we're on our way."