Hi. I'm really sorry it took me this long to write a new chapter, but I had sort of a writer block on this story. However, since the block seems to have disappeared, I wrote a new chapter. I hope you'll like this one.

Also, I wrote a short one-shot about Spider-Man and the Avengers, so if you like the Marvel's favorite wall-crawler, you could check it out, I would appreciate it as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Superman, but I do own Sarah Wilson, her family and.. her past.


Chapter 15 - Coming Clean

Sarah didn't know what to do. It's been over a week since the kidnapping. She stayed at the hospital for a couple more days, though she wasn't hurt too badly.. okay, maybe she was, but she didn't care at the moment. Currently, she was lying on her bed. It was Thursday, but she is staying home until the end of the week. But that's not the problem.

She didn't know whether to tell Clark about her.. past. She didn't know how he would react.

What if he left me?" she thought. „Oh, for god's sake, Wilson. He wouldn't leave you just because of something like this. He is not like that. You know him. Of course he wouldn't leave you."

She never opened up to somebody like that. Aunt Ria and uncle Frank were an exception, but otherwise..

„Argh!" yelled Sarah (more like whisper-yelled) in frustration and buried her face into the pillow. „Being in a relationship is harder than I thought it would be.."


Meanwhile, in the Fortress of Solitude, as Clark called it, he was working on his little project. The project was a suit. But not just a suit. A suit made out of a combination of Kryptonian and Earth material based on Kryptonian blueprints (or.. holoprints.. or whatever).

The suit itself would be a form of a nano-tech self-repairing armor, but it would not be an armor entirely, since he was.. you know.. invulnerable. But it would give him a form of protection against radiation and stuff like that.

There would be some little gadgets in it, such as belt, and the suit will have some functions on its own.

He hasn't decided about the color yet. He knew he would want it in a little brighter colors, as to not seem very dangerous. He also knew that he didn't want anything too bright, as to not attract too much attention, though he knew it was bound to happen.

Didn't Sarah mention she liked blue a while ago? Oh yeah, she definitely did mention it. Super-memory, remember?

He also liked blue, but he also loved red. So, red and blue.. nice combination if you play with the color. But he wanted to add a little yellow to it as well. You know, yellow sun and all that?

Suddenly, his mind flashed back to Sarah. He's been visiting her in the hospital every single day until her release, and even then, he kept his eye on her. He knew there was something more about this kidnapping than what it seemed, but he didn't want to pressure her. She had a lot on her plate as it is.

He saved the suit schemes and holoprints into the computer and went to do his training. He still hasn't learned how to fly. Yet.

Lex Luthor was sitting in his office in Metropolis when his phone rang. He answered it, of course.

„Luthor speaking."

Mr. Luthor? This is Dr. Stone. We've come to a big breakthrough in Project: Metacontrol, but I don't think it's wise to talk about it via phone," came the voice of one of Lex's best scientists, Dr. Elinore Stone.

Luthor cracked a little smile at that.

„Very well, Dr. Stone. I will come to your lab tomorrow and you will show me the progress."


Sarah slowly made her way to the Kent Farm, where she decided to „come clean" and tell Clark about her past.

When she came there, she gently knocked on the front door. Not even a minute after, the door opened and revealed Martha Kent standing there. Sarah smiled at her.

„Good evening, Mrs. Kent. Is Clark home?" she asked politely.

Martha gave her a warm smile and hugged her.

„Hey, sweetie, how are you? Yes, he is upstairs."

Martha basically loved Sarah. Though she met her only a couple of times, one of which was when Clark went to the hospital to visit her and Martha tagged along, they really, as teenagers say these day, ‚hit it off'.

„Oh, you know, same old, same old," answered Sarah with a gentle smile. Martha motioned for her to come inside.

„Hi, Mr. Kent," said Sarah politely when she entered, seeing the man sitting in front of the TV and.. reading newspapers?

Jonathan Kent turned around and smiled. „Hey, Sarah. It's nice to see you. How are you?" he asked. Sarah just shrugged and answered in the same way she answered to Mrs. Kent.

„Clark, you've got a visitor!" yelled Martha, though she knew there wasn't a need. Jonathan used to make jokes about Clark hearing Martha's heartbeat on the other side of the planet, which wasn't that far from the truth.

Clark listened to Sarah's heartbeat, not hers.

Speak of the devil," Martha thought as Clark came downstairs.

His eyes immediately locked with Sarah's. He wasn't wearing his glasses, which was always a plus, since Sarah loved those inhumanly blue eyes of his. She came close to him and quickly hugged him.

„Hey, Clark. Uh, can we talk for a few minutes.. privately?" she whispered into his ear. After she pulled away, he looked down at her (seriously, how tall is he? It seems he's getting taller and taller still) and nodded slowly, with an expression of seriousness on his face.

„Sure. My room?"

Sarah just nodded and not even a few seconds later, she found herself going into Clark's room, his hand clasped in hers. He gently closed the door behind him.

This was the first time Sarah's seen his room. She looked around. The room was so.. Clark. She couldn't describe it. Of course, there were some posters on the wall – which teenager did have posters on the wall? Well, she didn't, but that's not the point.

She looked at each of the posters, and she found out it was mostly of bands and.. and a poster of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out. Oh, well.. she chuckled a little at that.

„What's so funny?" asked Clark with a little smile on his own. Sarah just looked at him and gestured to the Einstein poster. His eyes flicked to it and he chuckled as well.

„Yeah, yeah, I know, but it's my favorite poster.." he protested a little weakly, but she started laughing a little harder.

She then looked around again, but not at the walls. She came over to his desk, and didn't see anything standing out in particular. There was a normal computer, some books, a photo of her, some more books.. wait, a photo of her?

She looked at it. Well, it wasn't just a photo of her. It was a photo of HIM and HER. In the picture, she was grinning widely while Clark was kissing her cheek. She remembered the day well, it was just couple of weeks ago.

„So.." Clark said as he shifted his weight from one foot to another, „what did you want to talk about?"

Sarah then looked at him and smiled, though Clark could see she smiled a little.. sadly. She sat on the bed and gestured for him to sit beside her. Of course, he obeyed.

„I think it's time.. to tell you about my... uh.. my past.. and the reason behind my kidnapping," she said. Clark looked at her, a little alarmed. He didn't miss the few cracks in her voice. He touched her hand gently.

„Hey, it's okay. Are you sure? I don't want to push you or anything like that," he said while he looked into her eyes. She was taken aback by the sincerity in his voice and the warmness in his eyes, though she really shouldn't be.

„N-No, it's okay. You deserve to know and I.. and I need to tell you this. I would tell you sooner or later, so it doesn't matter now, does it?" she asked while she gave him a little laugh.

„Okay.." he said, a little hesistant.

And so, she started.

„Well, let's start at the beginning.. I was born in Gotham City to my parents, Jack," her voice cracked after she said the name, „and Adrianne. My parents were a happy couple. When I was about 4 years old, my father lost his job, and he started to drink slowly afterwards.."

Sarah now had unshed tears in her eyes, but she blinked them out. Clark just squeezed her hand a little tighter, offering her his support. She smiled at him and cupped his cheek, and.. continued.

„When my faster was drunk, he would.. be aggressive. He started abusing my mother, and it didn't take long to take his frustration out on me, too," she said quietly, the tears now falling freely.

Sarah told herself that she wouldn't cry. There were people who went through much more than she has, and they don't wuss about it. But she just couldn't control it. Clark's gentle voice got her out of her thoughts.

„Sarah, you don't need to tell me anything if you don't want to."

Sarah just looked at him and slowly made her way onto his lap. Clark didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and offering the comfort she knew no one else would be able to offer her, not uncle Frank, not even aunt Ria.

„Yeah, I know. But I want to tell you. So just.. let me continue, okay?" she quietly asked into his chest.

„Okay," he whispered slowly and kissed her at the top of her head.

„When I was 5, my mom gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She named him Tobias.. I chose the name, I've always liked the name," she said quietly. Clark put his finger under her chin and slowly lifted her head up, so that she would look at him.

„It's a beautiful name," he said.

Sarah chuckled at this. „I know."

„By then, I started training martial arts, so that I could protect myself, my mother, and, of course, my new little brother. Even though I was 5, I wanted to protect my family no matter what," she said quietly, her voice cracking at the end of the sentence.

Clark understood what she meant. He wanted to protect his family no matter what, too. He wanted to protect HER no matter what.

He started rubbing comforting circles on her back with his hand, and she sighed slowly.

„Anyway, my father started.. abusing us.. even when he was sober, so that didn't help our situation very much. It continued to be this way until sometime last year. Until he came home that night," the tears started falling in large quantities, but she didn't care. She continued.

„He was drunker than ever before. I don't think I've seen him be this drunk like that. Ever. He started saying something about us being a bad family. My mom tried to get him to bed, so that he wouldn't do something, but she found out herself that she couldn't. It didn't take him very long to start beating her. When I tried to stop it, he started beating me, too.

„Yeah, I may be skilled in martial arts, but when I saw him.. I just froze. It was like my mind went into overdrive, I couldn't fight him. But I tried, anyway. It wasn't until I heard the sound of glass shattering that I opened my eyes."

Clark just held her a little tighter, and she buried her face into his chest. She started breathing a little faster now. Maybe a panic attack setting in? She's never had a panic attack before, nor did she have an anxiety.

Clark just rocked her back and forth, whispering comforting words into her ear.

He heard the door slowly open and saw his mom peaking in, checking on them, because they were here for a long time. She saw his son hugging Sarah gently, and her apparently crying. She looked at Clark and he just slowly shook his head.

She got the message. She slowly closed the door and went back downstairs.

Sarah didn't seem to notice anything, and if she did, she didn't say anything. After a few more minutes, she continued.

„I opened my eyes and saw Toby with remains of a beer bottle in his hands, and pieces of the bottle on my father's head. It was then that he went absolutely berserk. He started hitting my brother extremely hard. My mother tried to stop it, but he then started hitting her as well.

„I just laid there. Completely frozen, unable to do anything. And I'll never forgive myself for that, Clark. He killed them. He killed my brother and mother," she said, now sobbing louder than before. Clark tried to calm her down, but even he now had tears in his eyes.

If he got his hands on him...

„The neighbors apparently heard the screams from our apartment and called the police. They came in just before he had the chance to go for me. They arrested him, he went to prison. And I moved here, to my uncle and aunt," she stammered out, still crying.

„Hey. It's not your fault. Do you hear me, Sarah? It's not. Your. Fault," said Clark.

Sarah just looked at him. „If I hadn't frozen.. If I just.."

„No, Sarah. You couldn't have done anything. You were fifteen. And no one should went through anything you already have. It is not your fault. It wasn't your fault your father started drinking. It wasn't your fault he started abusing you. And it certainly wasn't your fault that he... that he..."

„Killed my brother and mom?" she quietly finished for him. Clark just gulped and nodded.

Sarah didn't know if she would ever believe this. Clark believed it wasn't her fault. Aunt Ria and uncle Frank believed it wasn't her fault, but she didn't know whether she would ever believe it. So, for now, she just accepted the comforting words and put her head on Clark's chest again. His t-shirt was still soaked from her tears, but she didn't care at the moment.

The only thing she needed was Clark and Clark alone. She could feel Clark shifting and found herself lying on his bed, or rather.. lying mostly on him and partly on his bed. She sighed a little and closed her eyes again. The.. confession.. emotionally and physically tired her, and Clark seemed to sense this, so he just held her tight and kissed her forehead.

„I love you," she mumble-whispered as she slowly drifted off in Clark's warm embrace.


Thank you for reading this chapter. I would really appreciate if you left behind a review on this chapter and told me your thoughts on it.

I also feel like I didn't give Sarah enough.. time to develop as a character, and I decided to change it a little bit, so the next few chapters will be mainly focused on Sarah (and, of course, her relationship with Clark), but also her friends, family, and stuff like this.

See ya around :)