Chapter 10: Red N' Blue

Clark enter the Police Station not wearing his usually attire. He sported a black shirt and slacks with a red tie. He slowly walked through he department, desks everywhere, piled with papers. Looks worst than Oliver's plate at thanksgiving, he thought.

Many of the detectives were sitting with suspects or attorneys, it was a pretty crowded area. Clark avoided bumping anyone best he could, there was only so much he could.

Clark stopped in front John Jones' desk. He quickly scanned through the desk. He found nothing of interest. He heard shouting from a near by office. With all the noise already around him it was hard to make out. Clark increased his hearing, till he could only hear the detective.

" Increase your watch on Tess Mercer like I asked you to."

" Yes sir, what about that beast that's been attacking people?" The voice over the phone said.

" That's being handled, right now, I need to catch the guy trying to kill all my detectives."

" I have men out there searching." the voice said.

" Well while your at it, find John Jones' body."

Clark listen closely. He felt something brush his leg. Clark stopped listening to the conversation. He looked behind him. A little dark haired boy with a red cape on was running back forth with his hands extended as if he were in flight. Clark watched him a second. The kid looked at him and stopped. Clark smiled at him.

" I'm a superhero," the little boy said.

Clark smiled and kneeled to the boys level. " That's cool, but what's that around your neck?"

" Its my cape, it makes me fly in the air," the boy said as he imitated a plane whooshing in the air.

" Your superhero name wouldn't happen to be Warrior Angel, would it?" Clark asked him.

" No," he said shaking his little head.

Clark looked at him, " So, you don't have a name."

The kid looked at Clark, he put his hand on his shoulder. " Every hero needs a name," The boy went into his pocket. In a weird way Clark felt like the kid was talking to him. He handed Clark a folded piece of newspaper. Clark unfolded it revealing the blurred photo of him saving Lois.

" So, your this guy?" Clark asked the boy.

" Yeah, but he doesn't have a name," the boy looked at Clark. " If you see him in your police car, can you tell him to get a name?"

" Jason, what are you doing?" The detective on the phone appear in his doorway. The boy ran over and hugged him. The man looked at Clark, " Sorry if he was a bother."

" No, not at all." Clark said.

The man looked at him, he saw Clark's badge. " You in this division?"

" Umm... Yeah, I started here today."

" So they're finally sending me some more men up here." he extended his hand. " I'm Dan Turpin."

Clark shook his hand, " Joe Fordman, I was actually looking for you. A friend of mine was shot yesterday, John Jones."

" Yeah we're working on this case around the clock, I wanna catch this guy."

Jason looked up at him, " Daddy, the red and blue guy can catch him."

" Hey, go in my office and watch some tv okay," Dan said. Jason walked into the room. Dan looked at Clark once he was inside. " He believes in this red n' blue guy."

" Yeah I know, I got some friends that believe in him too." Clark responded, he pushed his glasses up on his face.

" I guess he's, something we can believe in, even with Green Arrow out there, you know something tells me they might be friends."

Clark smiled slightly.

" So, I have some work to do, and I've got you something to do," Dan said.

" I was going to follow some leads on the shooting," Clark said abruptly.

" You know what that's good, there's evidence down stairs with some files. Contact me if you find anything, right now I have to speak with someone that likes to brake the law." Dan walked pass Clark. Clark turned to John's desk. He started thinking about what the kid said. He looked into the office, he was again running around like a plane. A small smile came over Clark's face.

" Chloe you've been doing great," Lana said. " This is way better than anything I did."

Chloe and Lana were sitting in the Isis Foundation.

" Although," Lana looked at Chloe, " I'm not too fond of the electric bill."

" Yeah I know, it kind of got outta hand." Chloe smiled.

" You know, we could sign the papers, and you can run this place anytime you want."

" I don't know Lana, I like doing this but," Chloe stood up, she was trying to think of the words.

" Its not what you wanted to do in life," Lana finished for her.

" I'm just trying to find my place in the world." they looked at each other, as if they were thinking the same thing.

Lana stood up with her, " Chloe, I've been looking for my place since high school, I know how you feel." Lana's phone vibrated on the table. Chloe started looking over the paper work on the table. Lana was reading her text. She looked at Chloe. " Umm... I need to go," she began picking up her things. " We'll finish later." she left for the door.

Clark exited the elevator to the Clock Tower. Inside Oliver was standing over John Jones. A doctor was taking notes over his body. Oliver looked up at him. Clark held his badge up.

" Detective Fordman," Oliver said walking over to Clark and shaking his hand. He pulled Clark over to John's body. " Detective, this is Dr. Emil Hamilton. He's a specialist," Oliver looked at Clark. Clark was staring at Oliver, he knew the doctor found out about John. Oliver looked back at the doctor. " can you excuse us doctor."

" I have some business anyway," he began gathering his things. " I'll be back later to check on him, if anything changes, call me Oliver."

" Will do," Oliver said as Dr. Hamilton entered the elevator.

Oliver walked to Jones' body as if to use him as a shield from Clark.

Once Clark knew the doctor was out of ear shot, " Oliver... why is that doctor taking notes on him?"

" Clark we can trust him, not only is he an old friend, but he's a scientist that studies this kinda stuff."

" Oh, great. He's not a doctor he's a scientist."

" Clark he was dieing. If he was at the hospital they would have already packed him away. This is the safest way to keep him alive."

Clark had nothing to say, Oliver was right. In the hospital, they would have already shipped him away.

" So whats this doctor doing?"

" Well, we can't use medicine. His body keeps rejecting it. He just sweats it out. He's dieing Clark."

Clark looked on at Oliver.

" Clark, he's..." Oliver looked at John. " Clark, he's turning green."

" What?"

" Every time he rejects a medicine, he sweats, then he's skin goes from normal to green and back. Its been off and on for a while."

" I have to go to the fortress," Clark said looking at Johns body. Clark was about to leave.

" One more thing," Oliver said. They looked at each other. " You should talk to a certain Detective. Instead of bringing him to the hospital, he brought him here. Now why would Matt do that?"

" Cage?" Clark said. Oliver nodded. Clark entered the elevator. Why would Matt bring him here instead of the hospital?

It didn't matter right now. He had to save John, no matter what.