A/N: This is where both Blast stories are coming in full circle. This part was left out in the original to be seen from the future Clark's point of view and to show what happened to Tempus after. Next up is the Epilogue!

Chapter 12

Tempus was on the ground clutching his hand while his gun skidded away from him.

Marcus tucked his pistol away as he walked over to the cursing man and kicked the gun further away. "You'll live," Marcus muttered as he yanked the Utopian onto his feet. Slapping on a pair of handcuffs, he pushed Tempus to kneel once more while he found the controller for the cage.

Shutting the kryptonite power off caused both Clarks to simultaneously to breathe at last in relief.

Lois dashed over to the cage, pulling the door open as she knelt beside her Clark. She couldn't believe it. She was back in her own time and she was with her Clark.

Fighting back tears, she cradled his head in her lap as she looked up to see the future Clark staggering to his feet. He was a little weak, but thankfully, the exposure was brief that he was able to regain himself and his powers right away. He gave Lois thumbs up that he was fine.

Lois beamed. Superman wheezed as he attempted to sit up, but Lois soothingly told him, "Take it easy. Careful. Careful."

With Wells's help, they were able to get the past Clark to sit as long as someone was supporting him.

"L-L-Lois?" he croaked, his throat burning as he tried to speak.

"Shh… Yes, I'm here. I'm back," she whispered to him, brushing the loose strands of hair out of his eyes. Her heart was jumping for joy that they weren't late. He was horribly pale, but the cloudiness in his vision started to slowly fade as he focused on her face.

"You…?"

"It's the real me," she said. "The future you helped me."

"F-future m-me?" He twisted to look as the future Clark walked over.

"Where's my wife?" Clark asked, thankful that the past selves were reunited but he was anxious to be reunited with his Lois.

The past Clark lurched forward, but Wells gently pushed him back. "Take it easy my boy. You're in no condition to make sudden movements."

"L-Luthor!" the past Clark spat out.

The future Clark's fists clenched at the name of his former rival that before he could do anything, a chilling scream reached him.

"CLAAAARK!"

He didn't think twice. He reacted as he went flying through the roof.

"Where—?" Lois started but was cut off by Marcus, "His Lois."

"Who…?" the past Clark looked at the young man in confusion.

"A friend," Marcus told him. "Everything is fine now. You go on ahead to Luthor Tower. Tempus and I are going to take a little trip to visit the Elders. He has a long list of crimes to be accounted for."

"I'm not done with you! You hear me! This isn't over! This isn't—" Tempus's tirade was cut off as he and Marcus vanished. All that remained was Tempus's time-traveling gadget.

Wells was quick to pick it up and examined it. "Amazing."

"Uh, Mr. Wells?" Lois called. "A little help?"

"Quite!" He helped Lois get Clark on his feet. "We should see how your future selves are faring. Hopefully everything is all right."

Wells pushed the button and it wasn't long for the three of them to show up in the Luthor's penthouse with the future Lois going right into labor.

TBC…