Lionel slowly walked down from the roof to his office on the 30th floor. As
he was about to enter his office, he saw Martha running toward him.
"Martha," he gasped, "Lucas, Lucas is," but she did not hear him. Running toward him, she called.
"Lionel, you won't believe it! Clark, Clark is alive! He's here, he came back. She ran to him and hugged him. Lionel loosely patted her on the back, thinking to himself, that now no one must ever know about Lucas. Lucas was no longer important, that demon was gone. Through his tearing eyes he saw Clark standing in the background smiling. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an older man, who he had never seen, but who looked familiar just the same. He blinked, and it might have been his vision, which was sufficiently blurred, but he thought he clearly saw Lillian nodding and smiling in place of the elderly man. He blinked again, and she too was gone.
Pete sat in his room, reading comics. He glanced at his laptop and sighed. No new emails, and therefore, no idea of where Clark was. He looked back at the page, but couldn't concentrate. He heard a beep from the computer and looked up.
"You have one new message." The computer beeped. Pete rolled over to it, and opened the message.
Dear Pete, it read
First, I want to say how sorry I am for hurting you. You are my dearest friend and I am so sorry. I am sorry for hurting Clark. It is very hard for me to understand Clark, and I get confused and upset by his actions. But those are not excuses or reasons, what I have been putting the Kents through is heartless and cruel, and instead of publicizing a half- solved story to spite the whole family, I should work out my differences with Clark. I am sorry I had to go completely insane before I noticed the truth, before you opened my eyes to the truth.
I treasure our friendship, but I am willing to take it to the next level if you still feel the way you said you once did. I truly care for you, and always have. It just took the loss of your feelings and care for me to notice it.
I will understand if you never wish to speak to me again. I should also tell you that I was in a partnership with Lionel Luthor, in investigating Clark. After these recent events, he broke off the deal. It was I who continued as previously planned, even though he begged me not to.
I am truly sorry
I love you
Chloe
Lana received a similar note on her beside table, apologizing for Chloe's actions in anger against Lana and Clark. Not that Chloe was fully responsible, Lana admitted to herself bitterly. If only one of us had told her, some of this mayhem could have been prevented. It was Lana and Clark who were the cowards, not Chloe. But just the same, Lana was cheered up that her best friend was speaking to her again. Chloe meant more to her than Clark ever could. Because Chloe was her friend, and always there for her.
Pete stared at the email in disbelief. The phone rang, and he picked up.
"Yes?"
"Pete, this is Mr. Kent. I have wonderful news! Martha and Lionel found Clark!"
Lionel, Martha and Clark all met in Lionel's office. It was quickly determined that Clark and Martha were to return to Smallville immediately.
"Lionel, please, come with us." Martha asked him. "You are such a wonderful part of all our lives, you are the reason Clark and I have been reunited." But Lionel smiled and shook his head.
"No, I must stay here. I have business to attend to. But, I will come and see you soon. Now, call your father from the chopper, I will lead you there right away." And so he did. He saw them off, and returned to his office. Martha looked at the building as long as she could before it faded out of view. Clark looked at her.
"Mom, what happened between you and Mr. Luthor? I see the Kent contempt is no longer there for him. Where is Lex in all of this?" Martha looked at her son sadly, and told him the story. He was sad at the end, and did not speak a word. Martha left him, and went to call her father.
"Dad?" she said when he picked up.
"Oh, Martha! Great, when will you and Mr. Luthor be home for dinner?" her father asked eagerly. Martha told him what happened, and where she was. "Oh, I see." He said softly. "Well, give my regards to Jonathan and Clark. Live happily, Martha." He said before hanging up. Mr. Clark was saddened, and could not help it. He had his only child with him for such a short time, and now she was gone again, never to return. Martha put the phone down, and sighed. She knew he was sad. But she had her life and he had his. She wanted him in her life, more than anything. But he despised Jonathan, and would never come to Smallville willingly.
Lionel sat in his study. He had watched the chopper until it had gone out of view. He sat, with his eyes closed in his chair, letting his mind mull over the events of the past days. Suddenly, he heard Martha's voice as if she was beside him talking.
I will always long for a daughter Lionel knew in his heart what had to be done. Slowly, he got up from his chair and went to the phone.
The people of heaven looked down kindly on these events, and slowly moved away from the horizon, and continued the peaceful existence they had been living before al their loved living souls had gotten so disrupted. Things were right in their after-world.
Lex hung up the phone, and was wheeled out of his hospital room, to a waiting jet. He had called his father's board members, and got them to get him a jet to Merl to fly him home. After saying farewell to his doctors, he was wheeled onto the plane, it took off, heading for Metropolis.
"Martha," he gasped, "Lucas, Lucas is," but she did not hear him. Running toward him, she called.
"Lionel, you won't believe it! Clark, Clark is alive! He's here, he came back. She ran to him and hugged him. Lionel loosely patted her on the back, thinking to himself, that now no one must ever know about Lucas. Lucas was no longer important, that demon was gone. Through his tearing eyes he saw Clark standing in the background smiling. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an older man, who he had never seen, but who looked familiar just the same. He blinked, and it might have been his vision, which was sufficiently blurred, but he thought he clearly saw Lillian nodding and smiling in place of the elderly man. He blinked again, and she too was gone.
Pete sat in his room, reading comics. He glanced at his laptop and sighed. No new emails, and therefore, no idea of where Clark was. He looked back at the page, but couldn't concentrate. He heard a beep from the computer and looked up.
"You have one new message." The computer beeped. Pete rolled over to it, and opened the message.
Dear Pete, it read
First, I want to say how sorry I am for hurting you. You are my dearest friend and I am so sorry. I am sorry for hurting Clark. It is very hard for me to understand Clark, and I get confused and upset by his actions. But those are not excuses or reasons, what I have been putting the Kents through is heartless and cruel, and instead of publicizing a half- solved story to spite the whole family, I should work out my differences with Clark. I am sorry I had to go completely insane before I noticed the truth, before you opened my eyes to the truth.
I treasure our friendship, but I am willing to take it to the next level if you still feel the way you said you once did. I truly care for you, and always have. It just took the loss of your feelings and care for me to notice it.
I will understand if you never wish to speak to me again. I should also tell you that I was in a partnership with Lionel Luthor, in investigating Clark. After these recent events, he broke off the deal. It was I who continued as previously planned, even though he begged me not to.
I am truly sorry
I love you
Chloe
Lana received a similar note on her beside table, apologizing for Chloe's actions in anger against Lana and Clark. Not that Chloe was fully responsible, Lana admitted to herself bitterly. If only one of us had told her, some of this mayhem could have been prevented. It was Lana and Clark who were the cowards, not Chloe. But just the same, Lana was cheered up that her best friend was speaking to her again. Chloe meant more to her than Clark ever could. Because Chloe was her friend, and always there for her.
Pete stared at the email in disbelief. The phone rang, and he picked up.
"Yes?"
"Pete, this is Mr. Kent. I have wonderful news! Martha and Lionel found Clark!"
Lionel, Martha and Clark all met in Lionel's office. It was quickly determined that Clark and Martha were to return to Smallville immediately.
"Lionel, please, come with us." Martha asked him. "You are such a wonderful part of all our lives, you are the reason Clark and I have been reunited." But Lionel smiled and shook his head.
"No, I must stay here. I have business to attend to. But, I will come and see you soon. Now, call your father from the chopper, I will lead you there right away." And so he did. He saw them off, and returned to his office. Martha looked at the building as long as she could before it faded out of view. Clark looked at her.
"Mom, what happened between you and Mr. Luthor? I see the Kent contempt is no longer there for him. Where is Lex in all of this?" Martha looked at her son sadly, and told him the story. He was sad at the end, and did not speak a word. Martha left him, and went to call her father.
"Dad?" she said when he picked up.
"Oh, Martha! Great, when will you and Mr. Luthor be home for dinner?" her father asked eagerly. Martha told him what happened, and where she was. "Oh, I see." He said softly. "Well, give my regards to Jonathan and Clark. Live happily, Martha." He said before hanging up. Mr. Clark was saddened, and could not help it. He had his only child with him for such a short time, and now she was gone again, never to return. Martha put the phone down, and sighed. She knew he was sad. But she had her life and he had his. She wanted him in her life, more than anything. But he despised Jonathan, and would never come to Smallville willingly.
Lionel sat in his study. He had watched the chopper until it had gone out of view. He sat, with his eyes closed in his chair, letting his mind mull over the events of the past days. Suddenly, he heard Martha's voice as if she was beside him talking.
I will always long for a daughter Lionel knew in his heart what had to be done. Slowly, he got up from his chair and went to the phone.
The people of heaven looked down kindly on these events, and slowly moved away from the horizon, and continued the peaceful existence they had been living before al their loved living souls had gotten so disrupted. Things were right in their after-world.
Lex hung up the phone, and was wheeled out of his hospital room, to a waiting jet. He had called his father's board members, and got them to get him a jet to Merl to fly him home. After saying farewell to his doctors, he was wheeled onto the plane, it took off, heading for Metropolis.