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Smallville Cemetery

Afternoon

In his new Blur suit, Clark stood standing in front of his father's grave. Thankfully, the cemetery was empty, so he could do this.

"You were right Dad," Clark began. "I never stopped blaming myself for what happened to you. It was a way not to let go…which is exactly what I have to do to move on. To get rid of the darkness of my past that I've been carrying around. To be there for the people who need me now."

Clark glanced down at his hand, where he held his father's old watch before kneeling down in front of Jonathan's grave.

"You said to hold onto Smallville. And I will, I won't ever forget. Because you'll be with me no matter where I go. But now, I have to say the one thing I never could."

Clark reached out, digging up a small patch of dirt and grass at the base of the grave. Clark placed the watch in the hole he made before replacing the patch, burying it. Clark placed a hand on the grave stone then, looking at it emotionally.

"Goodbye Dad," Clark said, a slight catch in his voice before getting to his feet. "I promise to be the man you knew I could be."

With one last look at his father's grave, Clark then walked away. But not out of the cemetery. Rather, he walked over several spots until he stood over a different grave, staring down at it solemnly.

"Hi Alicia," Clark said softly. "I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while. It was just…it was too painful."

Clark paused, trying to gather his thoughts. While it was easier than Jonathan, he had always known what to say to his father. With Alicia, it had always been complicated.

"I'm sorry," Clark said after a few moments. "I should have trusted you; I should have been there with you. Maybe if I had…you would still be alive. But I can't change that. I have to stop punishing myself and the people I love for not being able to save you. In a way, I'll always love you. But I have to move on. I have to let you go. I can't torture myself over you anymore. You were the first person to ever make me feel truly accepted. I'll always be grateful for that. And I'll aspire to make people like you feel the same way. Goodbye Alicia."

With one last look at her grave, Clark turned and walked out of the cemetery, finally able to move on.

Halliwell Manor

Same time

In her room, Paige took a shirt and put it into her suitcase. Since she was clearly going to be staying in Metropolis for a while, she needed more clothes.

"So how long are you planning on staying in a hotel?" Piper asked from where she stood in the doorway watching Paige pack.

"As long as I can I guess. As great as it was to help Clark, I'm still figuring out myself. And I still needed to go to the wedding later. Speaking of which, I need to start getting ready," Paige said as she checked her watch.

"Just…is soul searching the only reason you're going back to Metropolis?" Piper asked and Paige looked at her confused. "I saw the way you looked at Clark."

"What?" Paige asked before it hit her. "You think I like Clark?"

"Do you?" Piper asked.

"I can't even think about that right now Piper. I'm too busy dealing with everything else; I can't even consider a relationship right now," Paige said in frustration.

"Okay, okay," Piper said as she held up her hands. "I just…I don't want you to jump into something without thinking on it a bit."

"Like I did with Kyle?" Paige said pointedly.

"I didn't say that," Piper argued.

"You didn't have to," Paige said with a sigh. "Piper, I get what you're saying and I love you for it. But I'm not even thinking about Clark that way. You don't need to worry about me."

"You're my sister, I'll always worry," Piper said simply. "But I get what you're saying. You're an adult and, whether or not you do like Clark that way, it's your choice. And far be it for me to talk to a Whitelighter about falling for their charge."

Paige laughed at this and Piper joined in, the tension breaking between them.

Luthor Corp

Later in the morning

In his office at Luthor Corp, Oliver sat down as his interview was getting started.

"Good Morning Metropolis," the reporter said as they went live. "We have a very special show for you this morning: an exclusive interview with someone who needs no introduction. Metropolis's infamous bad boy and self-admitted practicing vigilante, Oliver Queen. Or should I say the Green Arrow? What's on your answering machine?"

"Yeah, that's…" Oliver trialed off weakly, suddenly not sure this was such a good idea.

"It's not every day that a billionaire admits to prancing around in leather playing cops and robbers. Seriously, you're just getting bored counting your money and decided to play dress up? How does that work exactly?"

"Huh?" Oliver said after a moment.

"I think our audience would like some answers," she told him.

Oliver happened to look over her shoulder and froze in shock. Unseen to anyone else, Clark had silently walked through the door. They locked eyes and Clark nodded at him, silently offering his support. His confidence strengthened at Clark's support, Oliver's doubts vanished.

"I lost someone," Oliver told the reporter, taking her aback in surprise. "She meant everything to me."

"So, for that you want what? A merit badge and special rights?" the reporter asked once she overcome her surprise.

"No. You're right, I'm not special. This isn't about who I am; it's about what I do. And I don't think I'm the first rich boy who felt that way. It was John F. Kennedy who said 'Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country'," Oliver quoted.

"So now you're comparing yourself to a fallen hero of this country?" the reporter asked incredulously after a moment.

"Why not? He saw the hero in all of us," Oliver pointed out. "I'm not dwelling on revenge for past atrocities or looking ahead to what I can personally gain from a few tax breaks, drilling oil wells in the ocean or putting up razor wire fences to keep out immigrants who only want what our grandparents wanted. In this world of armchair bloggers who have created a generation of critics instead of leaders, I'm actually doing something! Right here, right now, for this city, for my country."

Clark smiled, proud of Oliver as he paused in his speak to glance back at Clark once more.

"And I'm not doing it alone," Oliver declared as he turned his attention back to the stunned reporter. "Damn right I'm a hero."

Metropolis

Night

At the wedding reception, Paige sat at a table, smiling as she watched Amy and her new husband share their first dance as husband and wife. It had been a beautiful ceremony; Paige wasn't ashamed to admit she'd gotten a little teary eyed towards the end.

"Mind if I join you?"

Paige looked up, surprised to see Clark standing by the table, dressed in a suit.

"Clark? What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"Crashing I guess," Clark said as he sat down next to her. "Your sister Phoebe told me where to find you. I wanted to say thank you again. You have no idea how much you have helped me."

"I have an idea. It was nothing Clark," she assured him.

"It wasn't nothing. It was everything," Clark told her gratefully.

"I was just doing my job as your Whitelighter," Paige told him modestly.

"Really could have used you a year ago," Clark joked and she laughed.

"Trust me, I would not have been much help to you a year ago," Paige said as she thought of the previous year. "I was…everything was a mess last year."

"It was for me as well," Clark said with a grimace.

It was silent between them as they watched other couples begin to join the bride and groom on the dance floor.

"You like to dance?" Clark asked as he noticed Paige watching.

"Yeah, I do. But this kind of setting makes dancing by yourself feel awkward," Paige shrugged.

"If you want…I could dance with you," Clark said after a moment. "Just as friends."

For a moment, Paige thought back on Piper's words from earlier. But a dance wasn't going to hurt anyone, Paige thought. So, silently, she got to her feet and offered Clark her hand.

"Just so you know, I have two left feet," Clark said as he took her hand and got to his feet.

"You'll be fine as long as you let me lead," Paige said with a wink.

Clark laughed as led him onto the dance floor. Clark wrapped his arms around her waist as she looped her arms around his neck. As they began swaying to the music, Paige couldn't remember the last time she felt so content and worry free.

I know this chapter was rather short, but next chapter will be longer.

Oliver's 'damn right I'm a hero speech' is not only one of my favorite moments of the show, but it's even more powerful and relevant now than it was ten years ago.