"Lois, I'm getting my car, I swear. I'll meet you there." Chloe said as the paramedics closed the back of the ambulance.
Sighing she turned back in the direction of her car.
'When will this rain let up?' She wondered.
It had been a long night. First Clark sped in out of nowhere telling her that Lois was in trouble, then Callie showed up with cuts and blood all over her. She was surprised that she still looked so hurt even after being away from the kryptonite Metallo had on his body, but her explanation of her being only half kryptonian made a bit of sense of why she didn't heal as fast as Clark usually did.
Getting closer to her car she heard an angered voice to her left say, "You could have died!"
She turned to see Callie pushing Clark back with force.
"You could have died." She said again and then disappeared.
Chloe was shocked to witness that, though, in a way, she could understand. Callie's life was fragile in this time. If anything happened to Clark or Lois it could mean that she could never be born.
Walking up to a dazed Clark she asked, "What happened?"
"I have no idea."
"She seemed really upset. You should go after her."
"I wouldn't even know where to look."
That was true. Callie could be anywhere in the world. However, memories from earlier in the day came to the forefront of Chloe's mind.
"Actually, I might have an idea."
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When she stopped running Callie found herself at the park across the street from the construction site on Sullivan Lane. She glanced across the street. That was where she had lived. She grew up in that apartment building, the building that didn't exist yet.
Walking into the playground she sat on the swing and just let the rain hit her face, washing away the tears from her eyes.
'How could he be so stupid?' she thought. 'How could he put himself in a position like that?'
She could feel as her eyes welled up again and her bottom lip started to tremble. She had never wanted to think about the horrible thoughts that were creeping up in her head again. She tried to will them away, but the emotions she had inside of her wouldn't vacate. She closed her eyes and she could see it all over again.
She was five years old. She was sitting at the table in the dining room of the farmhouse drawing a picture of her family. She labeled her mom, her dad, herself, her grandma, and her puppy. She was so proud of it.
Picking up her picture she walked into the living room to show her grandmother.
"Grandma, look what I drawed."
She looked up to see her grandma with her hand covering her mouth and a single tear streaming down her face.
"Grandma?" she asked, worried.
Her grandmother slowly looked down to her and quickly turned off the television.
"Grandma, what's wrong?"
Her grandmother knelt down to her and cupped her face. She could tell she wanted to say something, yet before she could the telephone began to ring. Her grandma sniffed back her tears and tried to hide her emotions from her. She stood back up and picked up the phone.
Callie just watched her. She was so confused. Her grandmother was sad, but she didn't know why.
"Hello?" Her grandma asked, her voice quivering.
She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath as she listened to whoever was on the other line.
"She's fine. I didn't say anything." She took a beat and asked the person, "How is she? I saw….I saw what happened and that she was there. How is she taking this?"
She closed her eyes to the person's response.
"Are you coming here?" She nodded and Callie wondered who she was nodding to. "I'll wait for you to get here then. Just tell her that everything will be okay."
Her grandmother then slowly hung up the phone and stared at her.
"Grandma, what's going on?"
"Your mommy is coming here soon. She'll explain."
Callie nodded and looked down at her picture.
"I made this." She said holding it up again.
"Oh, yeah? Let's take a look at it." Her grandma said, trying to have some cheer in her voice.
Her grandmother sat on the couch and Callie climbed into her lap as she held up the picture.
"This is mommy." She said pointing to the pink stick figure, "That's me, that's Krypto, and here's you," she said smiling up at her grandmother.
"And here's daddy," she said, referring to the red and blue stick figure.
The second she said that she noticed a sad look upon her grandma's face. Now, she definitely knew something was wrong. She put her picture down and hugged her grandma.
"Whenever I feel sad mommy or daddy hug me it always makes me feel better."
Her grandmother held her tight. "Thank you. I do feel a bit better now."
Callie smiled, "Good."
"How about you go upstairs and play for a little bit. When your mom gets here I call you down."
Callie nodded and climbed up the stairs. When she got to the top she realized that her grandma had told her that her mom was coming, but not her dad. Both of her parents always came to pick her up. Maybe her grandma had made a mistake; she had to have meant that both of them were coming.
Some time had passed since she had been upstairs. She had been playing with her new puppy up in the bedroom. She picked him up gently and held him as she moved the curtain from the window. This had started to become a habit. She would bring Krypto to the window and wait until she saw her parents, but mostly her dad, come home. Her tummy started to hurt as she looked out the window and wondered what was taking them so long. Then, like magic, a car pulled into the driveway.
Callie let go of Krypto and ran down the stairs, but stopped when she saw her mother come through the front door. Her clothes were torn and dirty. She had red splatters all over her, as well. Then her eyes traveled up to her face, which was blank of any emotion. Oliver and Dinah were on each side of her, walking her in steadily.
"Mommy?" she asked in a small voice.
Dinah and Oliver let go of her mother as she crouched down, her eyes glassy. Brushing her hand across Callie's tiny cheek she said softly, "Hi, baby."
Callie swallowed back hard as she looked at everyone's faces. Something had happened. Something bad and there was only one person that was absent from the room. She may have been five, but she could piece together all kinds of puzzles. Now, there was a piece missing. A great pain hit her heart. She knew.
"He's not coming home is he?" she asked, tears filling up in her little blue eyes.
Her mother was silent and shook her head 'no'. She was trying so hard not to cry but a few tears managed to escape.
"No." Callie said, shaking her head.
Her mother went to reach for her, but she backed away deflecting her attempt.
"NO!" She screamed.
"Callie…" her grandmother called out to her.
"No! I want my daddy!" She bawled as she stomped up the stairs.
She ran into the bedroom and slid under the bed. Krypto was already under there chewing on his dog toy. She pet the puppy and laid her head next to him. Unable to be in control of her eyes she just let the tears flow.
She soon heard footsteps approaching her hidden space. Ollie's face appeared as he bent down to look for her under the bed, holding the bunny her dad had given her.
"Callie, could you come out from under there, please?" He asked, his voice very gentle.
"No!"She said sternly. She wasn't going to move, not until her dad came back.
"Okay," he nodded, unwilling to put up a fight. She watched as he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the bunny behind.
She grabbed the bunny, clutching it to her chest and closing her eyes tight.
"Daddy," she whispered in the bunny's ear. There was nothing but silence."Daddy, come home," she whispered again.
He didn't come. He had always told her that if she whispered into the bunny's ear he could hear it from miles and miles away and he would come home. Listening closely all she could hear was the sound of Krypto and his toy and nothing else. She burst into another round of sobs.
'Why? Why isn't he coming? Why?' she thought.
Suddenly she didn't want to be alone. She didn't feel safe anymore.
Wiping away the tears from her face and wetness under her nose with her sleeve she crawled out from under the bed and hid at the top of the stairs.
"Ollie." She heard her mother cry. "Why did this have to happen?"
"I don't know, Lois." He said as he enveloped her in a hug.
Her mother pulled back and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Her hands then traveled down her body and landed on top of her stomach.
"I didn't get to tell him." She whispered.
"Tell him what?" Ollie asked.
Her mother looked down at her stomach and then sadly looked up at him.
"Oh…Lo—are you?"
Her mother nodded slowly. Oliver then again pulled her into a hug. Her grandmother then came into view and rubbed her back.
"You're not alone in this, okay? I'm here, Dinah is here, the whole league will be there for you and the baby."
"And so will I." Her grandmother added.
Callie's eyes widened.
'Baby? Mommy is having a baby?' she thought.
She came out of her hiding place and slowly descended the stairs. The television was on and she saw people running in the streets, buildings collapsing and on fire, and then a vicious monster was put on the screen with large red beady eyes. In the next shot she could see him fighting with someone dressed in red and blue.
'Daddy.' She thought.
There was a big headline on the screen and she tried to sound it out loud.
"Do-dooms—day k-kills Supe-Super-man." She whispered.
Her mother heard this and whipped her head to her. She then turned toward Dinah and barked, "Turn that off!"
She then turned to the stairs and ran toward her and scooped her up in her arms, holding her closely.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She breathed into the side of her head.
"Is he going to come after us next?" She asked, her voice trembling in fear.
"Who sweetie?" Her mother asked, confused.
"The monster. Do-doomsday."
Pulling back a few inches her mother placed her forehead against hers.
"No. Daddy made sure that he'd never hurt anyone again."
"Is that…why…" she trailed off, the tears resurfacing.
"I'm so sorry."
Her mother's voice rang in her ears. She swung on the swing still in a daze and tugged at the chain around her neck. That had been the worst day of her life.
When she had gotten Oliver out of the warehouse she was sure that Clark had followed behind her. Watching the building blow up and having him still be in there put her back in the position of the five-year-old girl. In those few seconds before she saw him walk out she felt scared, she felt alone, she felt all the safety fall away from her life. The fire could have caused the paint to melt off of Metallo's kryptonite heart and then he would have been stuck in there, powerless to get out. Then he emerged and she sped down to make sure he was okay. The moment she was alone and face to face with him the emotions she had been trying to subdue bursted out of her like a volcanic eruption.
She had thought he was dead and it brought her back to that infamous day. That day for her…no, not just the day, the whole period of time that he had been gone, she had never wanted to feel that way again in her life. She had been so scared and she remembered distinctly that when he "died" he took with him any sense of safety she had.
Callie closed her eyes and let the rain cool her down. She hoped that when she opened them back up she would magically be transported home, but she knew that wouldn't happen.
She wouldn't be home, her home didn't exist there yet. Her parents may exist, but they weren't her parents. They didn't know the right things to say to her or have the same prudence that would grow over time because of having a family.
'Though there is the chicken soup thing. Anytime Mom knows I'm not feeling right she always goes for the chicken soup. 'Soup-er Woman,'' she thought.
Even though there was a sense of familiarity that made her feel grounded and comfortable it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same. Besides, she had to keep lying to everyone and it was killing her.
Hopping off the swing she walked over to the baseball field and headed for home plate. She sat down, getting the sand all over her clothes. She ran her fingers through it and then clumped in her fist.
Then there was her brother. Her little brother. He had his big All-Star game coming up. She had spent countless hours helping him prepare for it when her parents weren't available to do so. He had hit a homerun the week before. She was so proud of him. He wanted to make sure that she was coming to his big game and she promised that nothing in the world would keep her from it.
"I guess I lied." She said all choked up. "Sorry, little dude."
She sniffed back some tears, still she knew another batch was coming. She wanted out. She wanted to be away from Metallo. Away from Zod. Away from…Doomsday. DOOMSDAY.
The bright red, beady eyes flashed in her brain. She felt her body flinch and shake. The dream she had the night before was beginning to haunt her thoughts. In the period of time she thought her father was dead she had nightmares of Doomsday, but when he had come back, and deeply assured her that Doomsday was indeed no longer alive, the nightmares had gone away in time. She hadn't thought about him in years. He was dead. It was over. She moved on. But in 2009, however, she felt the need to turn her head over her shoulder every second in fear that Doomsday would break out from underneath the earth and attack. She anticipated his arrival even if that arrival wouldn't happen for about ten years.
Ten years. In ten years she would relive it again. Well not her, but her younger self. The sleepless nights, the imposters, her pregnant mother working in overdrive refusing to be the grieving widow and secretly looking endlessly for her father, believing that he was still alive.
She grew up that day. She vowed to herself to never feel that vulnerable again. She had to take care of her mother and her new sibling. That was her job. She would protect them, just like her dad did.
Tears started to pour out of her eyes. She had never been able to get out of that mindset. Even after her father returned she was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. She always waited for the day that he wouldn't be there and she would have to take over again, for the day that she would be forced to be on her own.
'It already happened. Here I am, on my own.'
Hugging her knees she placed her forehead on top of them and breathed shallow breaths.
She wanted out. She wanted her mom. She wanted her brother. She wanted her dad. She wanted to go home, to her home, in the future where her father was more careful and didn't have anything to prove or discover about himself. The person in 2009, that wasn't her dad. He was still too immature to be her dad. He was too reckless. She could have lost him…again.
She began to shake her head. 'I can't lose him. I can't. I can't bear that again. Not here and not in the future. I just can't.'
Unexpectedly, she felt someone hug her from behind. It was the hug that always made her feel better. It was him. She knew that feeling anywhere. Unable to keep her emotions in check and be strong she turned around and buried her face into his soaked shirt.
There, she broke down.
"Don't leave me, okay?" She cried. "Don't leave me. I need you. Don't leave me."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't say you're sorry." She said lifting her head. She sniffed back and looked straight into his eyes. "Say that you'll be more careful."
"I'll be more careful." He promised.
She gave him a slight grin. That was all she needed to hear. Once she composed herself enough she pulled back from him and punched him in the shoulder.
"That's for not having a plan. I mean, that's rule number two. Always have a plan."
He sighed and began, "Really, I'm-"
She cut him off, "You should just get 'I'm sorry' and 'This is all my fault' tattooed on your chest and flash it every so often. It'll save a lot of air." She smirked at him, trying to put all of her emotions back into the bottle.
She may not have been at a hundred percent yet but she wouldn't let him know that. It was embarrassing enough crying in front of him. She was strong, she was brave and she wasn't going to let something from the past break her down. She needed to channel all of that emotion back to her main focus.
"Are you okay?" He asked as the rain started to stop.
She slowly nodded. "You just really scared me back there and I haven't been that scared in a long time. So, yeah, thank you for that."
"I'm…" He started then stopped.
She slightly chuckled, "You're learning."
"So, are you really okay?"
"All my abandonment fears are now in check."
Clark stared at her a bit more.
"Look, we can do the whole 'are you okay/ are you sure you're okay' thing all night. But I think that this time could be better spent getting to the hospital since Lois is there waiting. If she doesn't see you at that hospital you know that you'll pay for it." She said.
"True."
Callie went to move past him, but he stopped her.
"What?" She asked.
"I just want to say that you did really well in there."
'Do not get emotional. I repeat do not get emotional.' She commanded herself.
"Thanks. You weren't half bad either; you know when you weren't almost hitting me with falling objects."
"That was to stop Metallo." He insisted.
"Which was effective. So, good job." She said, patting him on the chest and moving past him.
"Where did you learn to shoot an arrow like that?" He asked, catching up to her.
"What can I say? I was fascinated by the old school Power Rangers as a kid. Pink Ranger rules, man." She smirked as they walked down the street together.
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Lois paced back and forth in her hospital gown and glanced at the clock above the door.
"What is the doctor on a coffee break or something?" She said, angrily.
She tugged on her gown desperately wanting to get out of it. She was growing tired of hospitals. She knew the procedure when they brought her in. Some nurse would take her into a room and ask her how she was feeling, hook her up to these different machines, they would proceed to roll her around the hospital to all different tests and then back to her room where she would wait endlessly to be released.
'And of course Smallville has failed to show.'
Letting out an annoyed sigh, she sat on the bed and tapped her fingers on her thighs. The door then opened and Lois perked up.
'Please be the doctor!' She thought.
Instead she saw Clark peek his head in. "Hey."
"It's about time you got here, Smallville. Had to stop and feed Shelby on the way?"
"Sorry, that was my fault." She heard another voice say and then saw Callie behind Clark. "I sort got a little freaked out after everything happened and Clark was just putting 'Humpty Dumpty' back together again."
"So much for your nice day at The Planet, huh…" Lois commented.
"Well, I would exchange nice for…exciting."
"Exciting?"
"Yeah, in the 'isn't it exciting we almost died' sense of …the…word…" she strung together awkwardly.
"Right." She smiled. "I'm sure your parents are going to love to hear about this. Have you talked to them recently?" Lois asked.
Callie rarely said anything about her parents. The only thing she could deduct was that she missed them deeply.
"Talk to them every day." She said. "But I think I'll keep this incident out of the conversation."
Bringing her mind back to the Metallo incident she turned to Clark and asked, "Any word on Corben?"
Clark shook his head. "He seems to have disappeared."
A shiver ran up her spine to think that Corben or Metallo or whatever he called himself could still be out there somewhere.
"Was he charged with the robbery?"
Clark nodded.
"And he would have gotten away with that too, if it weren't for us meddling kids." Callie said.
Clark and Lois snapped their heads to her. She shrugged her shoulders, "Sorry, I just always wanted to say that."
Lois eyed Callie's features for a moment. She distinctly remembered Corben jamming her face into a desk and now, there wasn't a scratch on it.
"Your face is looking better."
Callie brought her hand up to her face and looked back at her. "The magic of the Clinique counter. Cover-up does actually cover-up."
It sounded plausible. She'd be lying if she hadn't used massive amounts of cover-up after she'd been in scrapes before. It did always seem to work, but something about it seemed a little off.
'Stop it, Lois. You're overtired. Just let it go, it's nothing.'
Turning her attention to Clark instead she remarked, "How come you aren't locked up in some hospital room like I am?"
"They checked me at the scene. I was fine."
"Lucky…"
The door then opened and the doctor popped in holding her chart and lifting the pages to skim through it.
"Good news Miss Lane. All your test results came out normal and your release papers have been drawn up."
"Great. I'm so ready to blow this joint."
"Just take it easy, Miss Lane."
Lois nodded emphatically just wanting the doctor to leave so she could grab her things and be out of there.
"We'll let you get your stuff together." Clark said as he pulled Callie behind him and left the room.
Lois dove under the bed and grabbed the plastic bag the nurse had stuffed her belongings into. She was utterly thrilled to be free. She considered asking if there was some type of program or punch card, where if you've managed to be at the hospital 'x' amount of times you got the next visit free.
Pulling out her clothes she noticed how dirty they were and how some portions were torn. Shrugging her shoulders she put them on and for once looked forward to getting away from Metropolis for the night. Sure, she missed her apartment very much, but tonight was different.
'I have Clark to protect me…' she thought.
Her eyes bulged at the realization of her thought.
'What about the Blur?' A voice asked in her head.
"Come on, Lois. If you stop to dwell on this stuff then you'll end up staying here the entire night. Now, get your head in the game. You're free of this place so let's go." She coached herself.
Letting out a breath she was finally ready to leave.
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"How is she?" Chloe asked as she walked down the hallway with a cup of coffee in her hand.
"She's fine. The doctor just released her so she's getting changed." Clark said, looking back at the door longingly.
Callie noticed his actions. She could tell how worried he was for Lois, but he was still trying not to show it. Not wanting to think anymore she let out a yawn and rubbed her eyes. The only thing she wanted on her mind was sleep.
"You mind if I just head back to the truck? I'm kind of tired." She asked him.
Clark dug his hand into his pocket, pulled out the keys, and handed them to her.
"We'll be right out." He said.
The tone in which he said it was different than any other she had heard him use before in this time. He was assuring her that he'd be right there, right behind her, that she wouldn't be alone.
Taking the keys she gave him a quick smile. 'Now that's the guy I know.' She thought.
As Callie started for the exit Chloe began to follow her.
"Callie, wait up." She said.
Callie stopped and turned around.
"Are you okay? I sort of stumbled upon the back end of your discussion with Clark back at the warehouse."
"Oh…you did…"
'Crap. What exactly did she hear? No, not hear, interpret. What did she interpret it as?'
"Yeah so, if you need to talk about something, I'm here. I know how easy it is for," she looked around and whispered, "Kents, to bottle things up. I know it must have been difficult to witness all that. I mean if anything had happened to either of them your whole existence could have been jeopardized."
Callie mulled over her words and looked down at her feet. She scoffed and kicked herself internally for her stupidity.
"I wasn't even thinking that." She accidently mumbled.
"You weren't?" Chloe asked confused.
Callie's eyes rapidly looked back up to Chloe's and she quickly tried to cover up her slip of the tongue.
"No, I mean…of course I was. I'm just…really tired right now. My mind isn't at full processing mode. Nothing like a good desk to the face followed by an explosive fight to make you want to collapse in bed."
"Okay." Chloe said, obviously unconvinced by her statement. "But if you need anything…"
"I know." Callie said, gripping the keys in her hand tightly.
Finally getting out of the building, she let out an enormous deep breath. Heading to the truck she laughed in her head at Chloe's offer. She could never tell her. She wished she could. She wanted to tell all of them all kinds of things. One particular detail crept into her thoughts, but she swatted it away.
"I just love being a walking and talking spoiler'" she mumbled to herself as she finally reached the vehicle.
She knew the fate of so many different people, but she was powerless to intervene. Destiny had to run its course. If she told Chloe, or Clark especially, about what would happen in the future with Doomsday then the events of that day might never happen. While that may have sounded good at first, in the end she knew it wouldn't be. That dark day changed her life in many ways, but it shaped her into the person she was, into who they all were. Whether it was 2009 or 2020, she realized.
"The lessons we learn from pain are the ones that make us the strongest." She said placing the key in the lock and opening the driver's side door.
What she had gone through had made her tough, it had given her an edge to her childhood innocence, and the pain she felt from that moment in time gave her strength. No, she couldn't say anything because once the storm passes eventually the sun comes out.
Crawling into the backseat she picked up Clark's black jacket and rolled it up into a ball and placed it on the door behind the passenger's seat. She punched it a few times so it wasn't so stiff and then laid her head on it bringing her legs up onto the seat. Closing her eyes she wished the current world away.
She was in the kitchen of her home on Sullivan Lane.
"Grandma, what do we do now?" Callie asked, as she patted flour on the dough they had just made.
"Well, we take these cookie cutters and press them in the dough like this," she said, demonstrating it for her.
Callie took the cookie cutter that was in the shape of a star and pressed it into the newly flattened dough.
"Like this?" she asked.
"That's perfect, honey."
Callie smiled. She then heard the telephone ring and her grandmother went to answer it.
"Hello?"
Suddenly she heard her grandmother gasp. Callie dropped the cookie cutter. Her eyes widened as she watched her grandmother.
'Please don't let it be about Mommy.' She thought.
"Are you sure? I mean really sure?" Her grandmother said placing her right hand over her heart. "Yeah, we're just finishing making cookies." She smiled as the person on the other line said something. "It's so good to hear your voice." There was a beat then, "No, I won't say anything I promise….Okay. Bye."
She hung up the phone and walked back over to the counter in the kitchen.
"Let's put these in the oven, okay?"
"Is mommy okay?" Callie asked, panicked.
"Oh, sweetie, your mom is just fine. She's actually bringing you a surprise."
"A surprise? Like a pony?"Callie beamed.
"Something better." She whispered.
Hopping off the stool Callie waited on the living room couch for what seemed like hours. Hearing the keys jingle at the front door Callie bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She watched as her mother came in first. Then she viewed someone following her in closely. Her grandmother ran up to them and hugged them tightly. Callie backed up a few steps and moved behind the arm of the couch. She crouched her body down and only lifted her head up enough for her eyes to see.
She had been fooled before. She wasn't going to let the same thing happen to her twice. As her grandmother let him go, he and her mom walked further into the living room.
"What are you doing behind there, munchkin?" her mother asked, smiling. "Look who Mommy found."
She stayed silent just staring at the man. She hesitantly moved closer to them, still being very cautious. She watched as he bent down to meet her eye to eye. She stared into his blue eyes. They were different from the eyes that had been on the imposter. Those eyes were cold…these sparkled while they looked at her. She extended her hand and brushed it against his face.
"Daddy?"
"It's me."He nodded as he cupped his own hand above hers.
"DADDY!" She cried as she threw herself at him.
He caught her in his arms and lifted her as he stood up.
"I missed you so much. I thought about you everyday."He said as he kissed the side of her head.
"Daddy, where did you go?" She cried into his shoulder. "People in Metropolis said you were never coming back."
"I just had to get better, that's all. Now, I'm back. For good."
"Don't ever leave me again. Don't ever leave me."
"I won't leave you. I promise."
He rocked her in his arms and she could feel drops of water on the side of her neck from his own emotions. She clutched her other arm tightly around his neck and buried her face into him, taking in his scent.
He was home. Her dad was home.
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Lois walked with Clark to the truck. She noticed the way he was walking and looking around the parking lot. She felt like he was her bodyguard. She on the other hand was surprised that she wasn't as apprehensive. She had Clark and she now knew she had the Blur looking after her. She felt very protected.
Clark had already opened the unlocked driver side door and she waited for him to press the button to unlock her side. Her eyes moved to the back where she saw Callie already asleep.
"Looks like she has the right idea." Lois said.
"She had a long night." Clark commented.
"Didn't we all?" Lois challenged as she opened the door and got in slowly not wanting to disturb her.
He nodded as he got into the driver's seat.
Lois looked back and noticed how peaceful Callie looked sleeping on Clark's jacket. She could also spot a smile on her face.
'At least she's having a happy dream for a change.'
The ride to Smallville was quiet. Lois kept running through all the events in her head. From the Daily Planet to the warehouse, she had never thought her day would have turned out that way. Leaning the side of her head against the window she closed her eyes.
Images of her being held captive shot through her mind. A picture of Corben, then of Clark, and then the arrow soaring through the air. She was reliving parts of her night all over again. She could feel the chains tightening around her wrists then feel the gust of wind. The image changed and she was outside the warehouse, flames coming from every direction.
Then there was the figure. The figure walking out of the fire. She remembered her first thought hoping it was the Blur and not the man who had held her against her will. To her surprise it was neither. It was Clark.
'But how did Clark make it out? How could he have survived that?' she thought.
She felt him embrace her and she loved the feeling. Safety.
Suddenly the images changed drastically and she was in a room with screens and technology she had never seen before.
"We have a problem." She heard a male voice say.
She turned around to try and match the voice to a face, but no one was there; she was alone.
"What is it?" a female asked.
"All the images are changing again. It's like someone has seriously messed with the timelines." A different male voice added.
"Is Kal still there?"
"Yeah, but it's a bit worse than we thought."
The blank screens surrounding her turned on. There was a picture of a man she'd never seen before, but she could tell that just by looking that he wasn't friendly.
"Zod." The female said.
'What the hell is a Zod?' Lois thought.
"Prepare to send her back. We have to send Lois Lane back to her rightful time. She's vital in making Kal the man he needs to be. Without her there will be no timeline. Everyone ready?"
Lois felt a hand on her forehead and all the voices became muffled again and started to disappear, but only one thing remained…the face on the screen.
Feeling the car hit a bump in the road Lois jolted awake. Unable to remember much about her dream she whispered the only thing that seemed to remain,
"Zod."