Review Comments:

Tanya - Yeah, that scene with Desaad really made me think, "she still isn't over him." So it's played a lot into my other story at times that Chloe isn't over Clark and still holds some jealousy over Lois and Clark.

Juniorjedii11 - Yup, one more after this.

Jeremy Shane - Thanks!

Author: CaptainTightPants12

Rating: K

Pairing: Clois

Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville or it's characters, I wouldn't have stopped at ten seasons and this would be saved for an eleventh season.

Summary: The story takes a look at how the Death of Superman affects the ones closest to him, including but not limited to the Justice League, Lex Luthor, and of course, Lois Lane.

Chapter: #7, the Death of Superman: Part 6

Author's Note: This is the second to last part of the arc, hopefully you guys like it! Enjoy

He blinked his eyes open, "Wha...Wher..."

"Careful, Kal-El...You have been in the regeneration-matrix, you are not completely healed," a voice called.

Clark tried his best to see, but the light was blinding and he couldn't focus. After a few moments, he could see a dark mass hovering over him. He blinked his eyes several times, but he was unable to make-out much more than that.

After a few moments, his eyes started to clear. He saw...he saw himself staring back at him.

Immediately, Clark began to push himself backwards and away from his doppelganger. It had a larger version of his shield and yellow sunglasses, he stopped when he ran into a large piece of ice. He turned to realize that he was in the Fortress of Solitude, his home away from Smallville and Metropolis.

"I am sorry, Kal-El," the copy had said. It immediately transformed it's appearance, Clark would later think of it similarly to the way that Brainiac transformed from one appearance to another. It wore red robes, the House of El crest still bright against it's chest, which it's head took on a hooded appearance.

The being bowed to Clark. "I mean, you no harm. I have been maintaining your appearance in your absence."

Clark grimaced as he sat up, mindful of it's motions, "Who are you? What are you?"

It stood, and Clark was almost certain that it was frowning. The being was frowning like it was recalling a past that it wasn't proud of. "I was created by an ancient race, one that wished to preserve the culture of the universe. Upon my arrival on Krypton, a militant named Kem-L was able to capture and corrupt my primary objectives."

"What did he make you do?"

"I wiped out all but his ideal kryptonian culture. For these actions, the Kryptonian people called me the Eradicator."

Clark eyed the machine carefully, "But you saved me..."

The machine nodded. "A scientist named Jor-El, your father, captured me and reprogrammed my main primary-objectives to collect information about the known twenty-eight galaxies. I was later left on Earth for you in the Kawatche Caves until merged with-"

"The Stones of Power," whispered Clark.

It nodded, "Together, the Crystal of Knowledge contained all of it's information, as well as your father's artificial intelligence. The manifestation of these two intelligences resulted in your Fortress of Solitude. Therefore, I am an extension of the Fortress."

Clark thought on that for a few moments.

"Your connection to this place is great, and when your life was in peril, I acted. The humans know a great deal of you and your heritage, Kal-El, but they lacked the knowledge to save you."

"Why?"

Once again, it frowned.

"I was required to save you, Kal-El. You are the last of the House of El."

Clark frowned, "Kara is a member of the House of El. She is just as much part of that family as I am."

The machine rephrased the statement, "You are the last male of the House of El. Only you can carry on the name."

Clark rolled his eyes, "Obviously you haven't met my wife."

It ignored him. "I'm waking you earlier than intended because your city is in danger, Kal-El."

Metropolis. . . .

Connor grunted as he pulled himself and his fellow hero to safety, shielding them from the Cyborg Superman. Connor ripped away the mask of the man wrapped in steel, finding a man inside looking more wary by the second.

"We tried, Kid... we tried..." he whispered.

Shaking his head, Connor tried to prop the man up. "Who are you? Why, why are you helping us?"

There was a loud crash that made Connor worry about the girl who had shown up to help. She was dressed like Superman with flowing blonde hair, he had to believe she was associated with him somehow.

"My name," started the man before having to groan in pain. "My name is John Henry Irons. We tried..."

He passed out in Connor's arms quickly after. Connor could tell that the man was still alive, so he looked out to see the girl fighting against the machine. Half of it's face was torn away, leaving a horrific metal skull to clash what was left of the skin that had looked so convincingly like Superman. Connor wasn't sure what to do, or how he got here.

The Cyborg had killed a gang earlier that day, prompting this Man of Steel to confront him. When it became clear that the Cyborg was too much for him, Lois had urged Connor to enter the fray.

"You have to help! You have to do something, you're the only one that can!" she had pleaded. But Connor was scared. He wasn't a hero, no matter how much he looked like the one that the city had counted on. Lois Lane wouldn't go down without a fight though. "You look at me, dammit! You have to save them! You have to make a difference!"

He turned away, "What am I supposed to do, Lois? How am I supposed to make a difference?"

Her voice chilled him even now. "What would Superman do?"

In that moment, he found himself asking that same question yet again. And he knew the answer. He stood up and looked out to see the Cyborg standing over the woman, who was clearly hurt. He started to run.

'Superman died to protect this city. To make a difference. I have to save them, I have to make a difference,' he told himself as he neared the Cyborg. 'And if I have to die to make that happen... So be it.'

He collided with the Cyborg at the last second, taking him to the ground before he could deliver a finishing blow to the woman laying at his feet. They quickly got to their feet and Connor delivered blow after blow. At first, he actually had the Cyborg back peddling. Connor wailed on the machine, crunching the metal around his ribs.

But then the Cyborg caught a fist. And then he caught the other. And with a swift kick, Connor was bouncing down the street and crushing cars in his path. "You didn't really think you could defeat me, did you?"

Connor looked up to see him floating down in front of him. "I'm going to try!"

He jumped up, trying pounce on the Cyborg, only to be smacked back down as if he were but a mere child. "I have defeated the so called Man of Steel and Supergirl, Boy. Your attempt was futile."

"I can live with that."

The Cyborg began to lift a large boulder over his head, casting a shadow down on Connor. "I'm afraid you won't."

Connor closed his eyes, but the flash of light made him open them.

When he opened them, he saw a man standing over the Cyborg. In his fist, sparking like crazy, was a bundle of electrical cords and crushed metal. Connor looked over to see the Cyborg laying on the ground, it's chest ripped open.

The light shined around his face, making it difficult to see who it was. Connor narrowed his eyes, "Am I dead?"

"What? Why would you think that?" asked the Man.

Connor furrowed his brow, "Because you're supposed to be dead. And if I'm seeing dead people, I must be dead."

The Man held out his hand to help him up, but he then noticed that Connor had passed out. Hoisting Connor up and over his shoulder, the Man knelt down as he prepared to take off into the skies.

"Nobody dies today," replied Superman.

Author's Note: Well, what did you think? I wrote the second half because some people were wondering what role the Reign of Supermen would play in my story, and you see all four of the "Supermen" that appeared after Clark's death in this chapter. I hope it all worked out properly, had to make some edits here and there.

Also, I know that the Eradicator had a different kind of role in the comics, but I made it work for this story. Anyways, I hope you guys liked it, can't wait to hear what you thought about Clark's big return!