Hi! Sorry it took me this long to write another chapter - been a little busy, been a little lazy, and I couldn't decide how to write this chapter. And now, finally, I finished it. Yay me!

Also, you may have noticed that I changed my profile picture - the art is actually Sarah Wilson from this story, made by joleanart on Tumblr. Looks awesome, right? :D Right.

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Chapter 35 - Doomsday

Sarah has probably never seen anyone nearly as graceful as Clark was now during his training with Kilowog. Sure, she'd seen some fighters in her life, be it her former teacher or just very skilled martial artists, but only few came close to Clark's level.

He used his whole body to his advantage – his mass, his speed, his strength. His other abilities. By the way his eyes glowed faintly blue, she figured that he x-rayed Kilowog's physiology for pressure points or other weaknesses he could exploit.

With some precise calculations and the help of both his speed and his training, he was able to take a fully trained, 700+ pounds of Kilowog down in three seconds flat. Even Kilowog grinned.

„Not so bad, poozer," he said after accepting Clark's hand to help him up, „not so bad. Never seen technique such as this before. What is it?"

Clark smiled. „A combination of Torquasm-Rao, Klurkor and a little bit of Horu-Kanu."

Kilowog whistled, and Sarah couldn't help but let her lips quirk up a little. Those were Kryptonian martial arts – it had very few similarities with those of Earth, and yet the basics were still the same. Pressure points, speed, strength, and a little bit of gymnastics thrown into the mix.

Clark told her about his training via the Fortress Training Program, or FTP, as he called it. She's never seen him train, actually. But now that she had seen some of his moves, she would lie if she said she wasn't impressed. Sarah is really glad that he, even with all his power, decided to take the time and learn.

A thought occurred to her.

„Clark, what about Torquasm-Vo? Didn't you study that, too?" she asked him.

He smiled at her and nodded. „Yup. However, Torquasm-Rao is mainly a mental martial art, not physical. Think meditation, psychic barriers, telepathic resistance, stuff like that," he explained. „I can teach you, if you want to."

„Maybe some other time," she smiled, „for now, you need to prepare for what's to come."

„Alrighty then," he said, and gave her a dorky smile. She shook her head at him, amused. Here he is, about to face his greatest challenge yet – a being potentially more powerful than him – and he has the nerve to be dorky. True, he wouldn't be Clark without a little bit of dorkiness.

A surge of fear rushed through her at the mention of a being more powerful than Clark. She shuddered. Fortunately, Clark didn't notice. She took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down.

She couldn't think like that. She had to stay optimistic – she could see that hidden fear behind the gentle eyes of her boyfriend. She knew he was afraid, and even though she was afraid, too, she had to stay calm, for his sake. He needed her, and they both knew it without mentioning it. She just hoped her presence, her being here with him, would be enough.

„We need to think of a strategy, Kryptonian," suggested Kilowog after a few seconds of silence, which successfully managed to bring Sarah out of her thoughts.

Clark nodded. „Once he arrives, I can scan him with my x-ray vision and look for a weak point, just like I did with you a few minutes ago. The problem is, I don't know if he has any weak points," he said. „He's been alive, killing, regenerating, raising from death for thousands of years."

People who didn't know Clark Kent wouldn't notice the slight tremble in his voice. He was afraid.

Well, he was actually scared shitless, but he tried to act as brave as he could.

„That's a go—"

Kilowog was cut off by the sound of an explosion.

„WHAT'S GOING ON?" yelled Kilowog into his ring.

It's here already!" came the urgent voice of Hal Jordan.

Clark's demeanor immediately changed. Before them stood no longer Clark Joseph Kent, the son of two farmers from a little town in Kansas. Before them stood Kal-El. The last survivor of his species. The last Kryptonian. One of the most powerful beings in the universe. Superman.

Sarah didn't notice it, though, because she was screaming internally. Her fingers started shaking a little bit, but after a few deep breaths, she managed to calm down. She looked at Clark, and it was then that she noticed the change.

Superman was ready to fight.

He looked at her, and she saw the tinge of fear in them, but most importantly, she saw all the adoration, all the love, and all the determination. Sarah but her hands behind his neck and brought him down for a searing kiss, where she tried to pour every last bit of every emotion she felt. And he did the same.

Once they broke apart, he squeezed her hand, and with that, he took off into the air, leaving a sonic boom in his wake.

The scientific part of her was curious about how even she was able to survive on this planet. She shook the thought away.

She started to run.


Clark was still in the air when Doomsday first noticed him. It was as if it could sense him, which, Clark thought, it probably could. Doomsday was holding a Green Lantern, a greenhorn, by her head, ready to snap her neck. Good news: he dropped her. Bad news: his attention was now on Clark. Which was part of the plan all along.

Clark finally got a good look at him, and immediately, he decided that pictures in the Fortress' database didn't do him justice.

He looked even more scarier in the flesh.

He was at least 10 feet tall, with grey skin, terrifying red eyes and bony spikes almost on his whole body. Clark didn't let the fear stop him.

He took a deep breath, and flew into his direction at mach speed, hitting him straight in the chest, which, he realized almost immediately, was a mistake. He should've scanned him for weak points first.

No time to dwell on that now, Kent.

He successfully managed to push Doomsday almost a hundred feet. It was then that Clark finally scanned him – both on molecular and cellular level, and learned basically nothing. His DNA resembles Kryptonian only slightly, therefore he is not able to absorb any form of sunlight. Clark sent a mental thanks to Rao for that.

However, Doomsday didn't have any weak points. It seemed that over the millenia, his body toughened and regenerated itself so much that his weak points just disappeared. The weakest part of his body seemed to be his head, so Clark decided to use that to his advantage.

All that happened in a span of half a second. With that thought, Clark used his superspeed and blurred over to Doomsday, hitting him in the face with almost all his strength. Doomsday roared in anger, but that didn't stop Clark. He started hitting him again and again, with both of his fists, using his whole body to put as much force into the punches as possible. He just hoped it would be enough.

Clark managed to basically break more than half of the bony protrusions on his face, before Doomsday caught his fist with one arm. Clark's eyebrows scrunched together, his face full of surprise. It was then that Doomsday punched him in the face, effectively sending Clark flying through dozens of buildings.

Clark groaned from the pain when he finally stopped. He spat out blood. He was also pretty sure his nose was broken, given the pain and the flow of blood cascading down his chin, and his lip was split open. Clark shook his head, regaining his bearing, and his eyes started glowing red. He didn't even notice his suit was cracked.

He rocketed over to Doomsday, and kicked him straight in the nose, putting all of his power behind the punch. Doomsday roared from the pain, and Clark grinned. He is able to hurt him, after all.

Clark scanned him and noticed that he indeed broke his nose, but it started to heal already. He could feel his nose and busted lip healing, too. He figured he must've looked like a crazy person – grinning in front of one of the most dangerous and powerful beings in the universe, with broken nose and a split lip. He didn't care, though. All of his attention was on Doomsday – focusing on every move of his muscle, of every twitch, every reaction.

Clark had a few advantages over Doomsday – flight, intelligence, heat vision and possibly speed. It seems possible that Doomsday outnumbered him in durability. And maybe even strength, though he really hoped that was not the case.

He scanned his head, and saw that his brain was pretty much left unprotected. He knew he shouldn't do this, but he also knew that the fight could go on for hours. They were pretty much equals.

With that, his eyes started blazing crimson, and a concentraced solar energy practically flew out of his eyes. Clark activated his x-ray vision to help him guide the heat vision, and tried to lobotomize him through his eye. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Clark'd have to put a lot more heat in the heat vision, which he could not afford. Oa didn't orbit yellow, blue or orange sun. Clark was running purely on the solar energy stored in his body, and whether he liked it or not, heat vision took a lot of his body's energy.

He shook his head a little bit, and didn't notice Doomsday coming for him until it was too late. One second later, Doomsday had him by the throat, and started punching Clark in the stomach with all of his strength. And it hurt like hell. Clark grunted in pain, trying not to scream.

At the back of his mind, Clark wondered where all the Green Lanterns were.

Doomsday punched Clark in the stomach three more times, before he threw him away. Clark groaned. He vaguely noticed Doomsday walking to some other direction, away from him, but he was too preoccupied with coughing up blood to notice what was really hapening.

He only noticed when he heard the scream he recognized all too well. His blood turned cold, and his expression hardened.

He looked in time to see Doomsday preparing to hit Sarah – he knew immediately that she didn't have a chance. She might be a badass, and strong as hell. She might be a hand-to-hand. But she didn't stand a chance against Doomsday.

Clark, overflowed with adrenaline, with a final cry, allowed himself to let loose completely. He flew over to Doomsday, and just before he would have hit Sarah, he took off into the air. Doomsday tried to hit him with his elbows and legs and basically everything, but he didn't care. He pushed through the pain, remembering Sarah's terrified eyes. He caught Doomsday by his throat with one hand, the other one gripping his right leg. With a strangled half-cry, half-grunt, with his whole eyes glowing a deep shade of red, Clark started pulling with all of his strength.

Doomsday roared in agony, but Clark didn't care. He pulled and pulled and pulled, before finally, with his sensitive hearing, he heard the muscles in Doomsday's body tear apart, and with one last, final yell, he ripped Doomsday in half.

Clark then stopped mid air and looked at the lifeless body of Doomsday in his hands. He knew he would regenerate soon. It was not an if, it was a when. Clark's half-dazed brain was trying to think of something, before he noticed the large sun of Oa, Sto-Oa. He held his breath and flew outside of the planet atmosphere, reaching outer space in a matter of seconds.

Two minutes later, Clark threw both parts of Doomsday into the sun. He was careful not to let the parts be close to one another, therefore, one part on one side, one part on another side. Satisfied, and with the adrenaline finally flowing out of him, Clark decided to head back to Oa to, hopefully, receive the proper medical attention. His stomach still hurt like hell.


When Sarah saw Clark ripped Doomsday in half, she couldn't believe it. He ripped him apart. Literally.

She was scared shitless when she saw him fight Doomsday. She was scared even more so when Doomsday managed to send him flying through the buildings. And she was terrrified when Doomsday started hitting Clark in the stomach, making him almost cry out in pain.

But she was absolutely and utterly terrified, scared, horrified and basically every and all synonyms to the words mentioned, when Doomsday came over to her and made his move to kill her.

Her whole life flushed before her eyes – her mother. Tobias. Ria. Frank. Clark's warm smile and his cuddles and kisses. Even Martha and Jonathan Kent.

And then, she heard another cry. This time, it was not from pain. It was from defiance and anger. She felt the signature whoosh, and then, she was looking into Clark's eyes, if even for a split second before he took off into the sky. They were terrified, but not for himself. For her. But the anger in them was something she was not prepared to see.

Sarah was never afraid of Clark, and she sure as hell wouldn't be afraid of him now. Sure, he may be powerful, but he is also the gentlest and the most caring person she has ever met.

„Hey, girlie, are you okay?" she heard someone say. She turned to her left and saw Kyle Rayner, his eyes soft and looking concerned. She nodded, took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair.

„Clark here yet?" she asked.

Kyle prepared to shake his head, but a sonic boom cut him off. Sarah's head immediately whipped around so hard she almost got a whiplash, but she didn't care. She saw Clark land hardly on the ground, creating at least 5 feet sized hole in diameter.

His eyes were still glowing red, but the moment they landed on her, the red dissipated almost immediately. He stood up, and she noticed the cracks in his suit, along with his hand clutching his stomach. He slowly walked towards her, and she took off running and basically collapsed into his chest.

He grunted in pain a little bit, and she let go immediately. „Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?" she asked him, really fast, while scanning his body for injuries with her silvery blue eyes.

„Hey, hey," he said gently, though his voice sounded a little tired, „I'm okay. You're okay. We're okay."

He tried to assure her, and it worked, because the moment he said it, she hugged him tightly again and rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his still rapidly beating heart. His arms enveloped around her instinctively, and he buried his nose into her hair. He sighed.

„You did it," she said, „I'm proud of you, Clark."

„I-I killed, Sarah. I promised myself I would never kill," he mumbled.

How could she not notice it before? Of course he would feel guilty, even if he had no other choice.

„Clark," she said gently, her cheek resting against his chest, „you had no choice. Doomsday is a soulless killer, you said it yourself. A monster. A killing machine without conscience, without mercy. You had to do this, Clark. I know you feel guilty," she said, „but it will pass. I promise you that. And I will help you with that."

She then looked up at him, her eyes full of trust, love and honesty. She did belive in him, and Clark couldn't be happier to find someone like her.

„How did I even deserve you?" he asked quietly.

Sarah chuckled. „By being you."

Suddenly, Clark's face turned into a pain filled grimace, and he started breathing heavily.

„Clark? Clark?! CLARK!" she yelled, but it was too late. His knees gave up on him, and his grip on her faltered. „KILOWOG! KYLE! HAL! ANYONE! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE RIGHT NOW! HE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

She then looked at Clark again, whose face was still scrunched in pain, and she noticed he was clutching his stomach.

Doomsday had him by the throat, and started punching Clark in the stomach with all of his strength. Doomsday punched Clark in the stomach three more times, before he threw him away.

„Fucking hell," Sarah mumbled. Internal injuries. She didn't even think of that.

She felt a presence beside her and turned around to find all of the Guardians looking at Clark, a few of them even had concern written on their faces. Sarah put Clark's head in her lap, and let the Guardians do the work. She wouldn't even be able to do anything, with her vision blurred from the tears.

„Come on, Clark," she whispered, „you're tough as hell. A few punches in the stomach won't take you down, will they?"

If she weren't so close to him, she wouldn't even hear it. But she did.

„Like hell am I going to leave you all."

Sarah smiled. Of course he'd think about others before himself. She looked at the Guardians, now accompanied by other Lanterns, some of which were bleeding. They were able to hold Doomsday off while Clark was flying through the buildings.

„Is he going to be alright?" she asked, trying not to let her voice crack or wobble. She failed.

One of the Guardians looked at her, and smiled reassuringly. „There is an internal bleeding – his stomach has been punctured. But with Oan technology and his own healing ability, he will be alright in a couple of hours."

Instead of moving Clark, they decided to bring the technology to him. „We need to get this suit off of him," said one of the Lanterns she recognized as Tomar-Re – he looked like a fish a little bit.

Sarah nodded and took Clark's hand before putting it on the emblem on his chest. Slowly, the nanobots started to retract itself into the emblem, leaving Clark only in his boxers. She winced at the sight of his bare stomach, which was full of deep purple bruises, though they were already fading.

„He needs sunlight," she said immediately.

„Come on, poozer, let's get some solar lamps," suggested Kilowog before putting his arms around Hal Jordan and driving him away. Hal rolled his eyes, but followed him nonetheless.

„Don't worry, sweetheart," whispered Sarah into Clark's ear, „once you wake up, you won't be alone."


Clark opened his eyes, and was startled by the pure white light. He groaned. Almost immediately, the light was turned off. Finally able to open his eyes properly, he was a little bit surprised to see solar lamps above him, very similar to those in his Fortress.

„Wha?" he asked a little groggily. His throat felt a little dry.

When he tried to sit up, a small and gentle hand on his back guided him. He'd know that touch anywhere.

„Sarah?" he asked. He turned around and indeed, there she was. She looked a little worse for wear, but she still looked beautiful to him. He was convinced even more of that fact when she smiled at him – a big, toothy grin, with the corners of her eyes crinkling and her beautiful eyes alight with happiness and relief.

She stood up from the chair and tackled him in a hug.

„If you ever do something like this again, Kent, I swear to God I'll—"

She was cut off when Clark kissed her. She didn't complain, but did the exact opposite – she sighed happily, and Clark grinned into the kiss. Damn that boy – as if the butterflies in her stomach from the stress weren't enough.

Once they broke apart, Sarah caressed his cheek and kissed his forehead affectionately. She then completely broke away from him and sat down on the chair next to his bed, though she still held his hand in a death grip. A lesser man's hand would probably be bruised.

„What happened?" he asked her.

She sighed and explained everything to him, including the part about the internal bleeding. Clark then took off the comforters and looked at his bare stomach – it looked alright. No bruises, no scars, no swelling, nothing.

„How long was I out?"

„Uh, 4.5 hours," she said after checking her watch.

Clark then grinned mischievously and outstretched his arms. She rolled her eyes, but obeyed and laid with him on the bed. Clark sighed in contentment while she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

„You really scared me, you know that, right?" she mumbled. Clark nodded.

„I'm sorry."

„No, it's alright," she said almost immediately, „I knew what I signed up for when I discovered who you really are. I knew it was not going to be easy, and I still know that. And it's okay. Just know that I was scared shitless."

Clark felt a little guilty at that, so he just held her a little tighter and kissed the top of her head.

„Perry is going to kill me," he mumbled then. Sarah cackled a little bit.

„What?"

„Clark, I'm pretty sure the man already knows who you really are."

He rolled his eyes. „Everyone knows who I really am, don't they? Have to think of a better disguise."

„Well, if you started to hunch a little and wore baggier clothes—"

He cut her off with a kiss.


Please, let me know what you think of this chapter in your reviews, I appreciate every single one of them!

Just so you know: the Guardians are a little bit OOC in this story, I think. I haven't read any Green Lanterns stories with the Guardians and I only use the live action movie and some animated movies as a basic characterization.

Alright, see ya next time:)