[Years later, when being together doesn't necessarily mean blood soaked floors and bloody bits of Clark, they start up Isis again. Clark still hasn't completely forgiven her for the suicide note. He'll get over it.
Davis is exactly himself, counseling kids and better that her at it. Who else could claim to have beat out the Universes Ultimate destructive being with a little help from science? It's not a lonely existence at all- a little crowded at their shared room; and there will always be an excess of love there. Moreso now than ever.
Emil Hamilton drops by once in a while, now the world's only doctor with a mastery of Kryptonian genetic code. It's a regular occurrence.
Chloe rubs a hand over one of her looser work shirts, already getting tight. This is her bi-weekly checkup. Everything is in order, he says. No deadly monster babies. Just two perfectly normal ones showing up on the sonogram. (Davis had gone pale at the news, a reflex born of expecting something dark to spring out of him. Then he'd seen them- just two small 3d images and his eyes had just glowed.)
"You made the right choice." Emil says out of the blue. "If you hadn't brought him in, I would have looked at the cells and given up hope."
Emil delivers that compliment that same way he delivered their test results. Deadpan.
"Your husband is right. You really are quite remarkable."
A smile quirks over the side of Chloe's mouth. If only he'd known it was Davis's idea. ]
Endnotes: Sorry it's just a teeny epilogue. ;) I may want to jump into this verse again in the future because a certains someone liked the premise. ;) Before then, though, Ricochet is coming to you!