Thank you for the feedback, I enjoyed it! Before we begin, this story slightly merges New 52, Man of Steel, and Supergirl from the CW. Just a warning for when you see certain characters, notice location and or setting changes, and of course, political rules being changed. It'll make sense at some point...hopefully.
Updates for this story are very sporadic unlike Titans in the Mist which is updated ONCE a month. This means I may update this story 5 times in one month or once every 5 months. I have no timeline or schedule for this story and we're gonna keep it like that.
Enjoy!
All stories take place in the present unless stated otherwise. Don't worry, we'll go back to the past very soon. :)
National City, California
We speak in hushed voices as if to not wake our memories, but they never sleep. They are present, lurking in the corner, waiting for us to find a moment when we believe that we have progressed, and are returning to normal and then they step out of the darkness, into our path, and block the light we're meant to follow.
A toned woman sits on the icy-metallic bed, strands of raven hair hanging over her face while the rest falls messily down her back. She can feel every hair that's out of place, feel the slight brushes of wind that slip through her hair. With the clicking of machines, the sputter of turbines, bubbles forming and burning in their tubes, and the pulsing and buzz that surge through the room she can discern if they're alive or mechanical from warm bodies or cold systems.
There is a tapping that is paced, distinct, and then aligned with every part of her body. Her heart falls into the rhythm, her nails tapping the metal bed, eyelids blinking but her breath is wild, uneven, unmatched, and clawing its way into the air to build suitable space.
Then, the air changes, there is movement, and she catches it with a deathly grip. There is a wince, but it does nothing to take the girl out of the trance. The air then moves again, and it carries her name on a voice that had calmed her since she was but a child, scared, alone and isolated once before.
"M-mom…" The girl whimpers, looking into blue eyes.
The girl then snaps out of it, her hand releasing the woman's arm, watching as the skin turned a bright red. The woman opens her mouth to apologize, to say something to ease the pain but she's cut off.
"Kara." Martha Kent says firmly as she clasps Kara's hands in hers. Kara hates that she cannot feel the warmth of her mother's touch, longing for comfort and the assurance that it always brings. "It's okay, Kara." Martha reminds her daughter. "Deep breath in." Martha leads and Kara follows. "And out."
After a few more calm breaths, the two women finally look at each other. Kara reaches out and touches her mother's hair looking at the new color. "I don't think you've been blond since Birmingham," Kara says, unsure of how she feels about her mother's new look.
"Well, you run out of colors after a while." Martha shrugs, she then taps Kara's leg who scoots over, and Martha sits next to her. "I think we can stay in California for a while. Haven't been here since you were twelve."
"I'd rather not," Kara replies blankly, looking down at her feet. "I think we've spent enough time here; Pa and Clark are too far away. I don't like it."
The Kents have rarely ever been apart from each other. If need called for it, they were back together within a week of separation. However, the last time they parted it wasn't on the best of terms and caused more damage which led to further separation, for the women of the Kent family here.
"It's been a week, Kara." Martha sighs. "We agreed on taking our time."
"No." Kara corrects her mother, looking at her. "We agreed till I was ready to go home and I'm ready."
"You've been ready since we arrived."
"I'm not quite fond of our help." Kara hissed. "They're the reason we're here in the first place."
"She is not the one that hurt you."
"She is a Luthor," Kara says coldly. "They're all the same."
"That's what they say about Aliens, Kara." Martha reminds her daughter, her eyes narrowing. "Are you all the same?"
Kara stops speaking, she doesn't like when her mother is right. However, Kara had reasons to not trust Luthor even if Lena was different from Lex. In her mind, they were all the same, all hateful and wanting to eradicate every alien that came to this planet.
Kara's eyes shift to the door and Martha's gaze follows as Lena walks into the lab with a brunette-haired man behind her. Kara knew exactly who the man was, had seen him on television with his friends. From what she'd gathered, he was not an alien like her but rather a Meta-human.
"Sorry for running late." Lena apologizes, her eyes never leaving the tablet that no doubt had all her notes about Kara. "This is Barry Allen an associate of mine."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Allen, I'm Annette Danvers and this is—"
"—Melissa." Kara interrupts, cutting to the point. "Why is he here?"
"Oh." Barry squeaks. "I-I'm the fastest man alive and Lena said you're having trouble concentrating on your runs."
"Don't know what she's talking about." Kara shrugs. "My speed is fine."
"You used to reach Hypersonic speed at Mach six." Lena retorts, still looking at the tablet. "Now, you can barely break the sound barrier without fumbling. I wouldn't say your speed is fine."
"You're fast." Barry smiles at Kara. "Just not fast enough."
"And how fast can you run, Mr. Allen?" Kara asks, folding her arms and glaring at Barry. If Kara wanted to, she could burn through his body.
"I can easily break the sound barrier." Barry shrugs. "I'm not here to race you."
"You'd lose," Kara says matter-of-factly to which Martha nudged her daughter.
"The goal, Ms. Danvers," Lena says, finally taking her eyes off the tablet and meeting Kara's eyes. "Is to have someone who can keep up with you. Someone who can keep their senses while running at the same speed as you. It's more of a tracking game."
"I'll keep the same pace as you," Barry informs Kara. "We'll pick up speed once all your senses have locked onto me."
Kara stays silent, she didn't need Barry or Lena Luthor to play tag with. She'd run all her life and had kept track of Kal-El as they ran through the streets and darted through the sky. But that was before the incident when she was at her peak and now, now everything was different.
"Fine." Kara groaned, getting off the table. "Try to keep up, Mr. Allen."
Barry smirks as he takes another look at the girl. She's pretty, there is no doubt but there is something oddly familiar about her. He cannot put his tongue on it but within time, he's sure he'll figure out who she really is.
Vermont, USA
A black Chevy Tahoe takes the next exit off the Vermont highway to a tiny gas station. Two men get out of the truck, one fills up on gas while the other checks for his wallet in his back pocket and then walks into the store. He catches his reflection in the store mirror and so does the male cashier. The man nods to the cashier, playing it cool and being as civil as possible.
The man then tilts his head down, the black baseball cap covering his bright blue eyes. He should have worn the shades in the glove compartment, but he didn't want to seem too suspicious as if he was hiding.
Walking through the small store, the man picks up candy bars, chips, and cheap convenience store food. As he walks to the counter and places the items down and grabs his card.
"—President Luthor is asking Congress to approve his Alien Mandate which consists of species not from Earth nor have the genetic coding of Humans to register with their local government." The female Report says through the television screen. "While many citizens feel it is unnecessary and Un-American, few Congressmen and Congresswomen have yet to publicly make a statement—"
"Can you believe that shit?" The cashier asks the man as he rings up the items. "Them aliens think they got rights just because they landed here."
The man shrugs his shoulder and hands the man his card, not speaking on the topic. He figured it was easier to ignore bigots rather than have a conversation that had no definite ending or solution.
"You ain't one of those alien sympathizers, are you?" The cashier asks, holding the man's credit card. "I don't serve people like that."
"I'm not a sympathizer." The man says blankly. "I don't speak on things I don't know about."
"You saying I don't know anything?"
"I—"
"Henry!" An older man calls to him, opening the door. "Come on, it's getting dark."
The cashier looks at the older man and then at the customer before him. The customer—Henry holds out his hand for the card which is thrown at him. If Henry was younger and untrained, he would punch the man, but that would only confirm all the terrible things the man thought. So, Henry picks up his items along with his card and leaves the store.
Once in the truck, they get back onto the highway. Turning around, Clark takes off the baseball cap so he can see the faces of his passengers. Clark says a joke to break the tension and the smiles are enough to calm him down. Clark then passes out enough food and drink to hold everyone off until they reach the border.
"We should head up North," Clark suggests as he looks at the road ahead. "They're gonna start searching for all of us this time."
"We'll talk about it when your Ma and Kara get back," Johnathan replies, keeping his eyes on the road. "Right now, we got them to worry about."
Clark nods, looking over his shoulder at the family they were transporting. It was the third trip they took this week; their Toronto drop-off was under investigation by the fed, so the next best place was Montreal. It was risky to make this many deliveries in a week, but the husband was pregnant and would give birth at any time. It would be easier for the family to seek refuge once the child was born in Canada, becoming a citizen at that point and making it harder for the American government to separate the family who would seek asylum.
This line of work was dangerous but nothing they hadn't faced before. All their life they ran, and it wasn't until they were older, and more aliens sought out Earth as their new home that countries began to make legislation that would allow citizenship, Canada was one of them.
Clark wished it had happened sooner before they got too attached to their life in the states, the life they made from scraps. Still, Clark wouldn't change it for the world, and he was doing some good and, in the end, maybe he could finally find peace.
"Is Van—"
Red and blurred lights flash in the rearview mirror and the sound of sirens as the youngest child of three starts crying. The mother soothes the child while Johnathan pulls over, Clark grabbing a few blankets and throwing them over the family, once activated it makes the onlooker believe the car is empty.
"You have to keep him quiet," Clark warns, and he can hear the women hushing the child. The moment the officer hears a crying child, their cover is blown.
Johnathan then rolls down the window and an officer comes to the window, flashing a light in the car. "Hey, Officer." Johnathan flashes his million-dollar smile. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Got a call in about a stolen vehicle." The offer says, looking at Clark and then flashing the light in the back. "License and registration."
Johnathan nods and hands the papers to the officer. The office turns to leave when the baby wails. The officer grabs his gun and, in a flash, Clark in behind the officer, disarming him and flinging the officer away. "GO!"
Johnathan hits the brakes and speeds off, the other office shooting at Clark. Clark walks closer as the Officer empties his gun into him. Clark takes the gun out of the man's hand and crushes it, throwing it on the ground. The officer then grabs a taser and Clark grabs the man's hand, twisting it and letting the officer shock himself. It's then that four black trucks speed after his father's truck.
Clark bolts towards the trucks, lazing the tires of one truck, the wheel bursting and spinning. Clark then flies to the truck, turning it gently on its side. Even if they are not kind to him, Clark doesn't feel like spilling blood today. He is off again, grabbing another truck and lifting it by its bumper, the back window breaking, glass falling in his face as he is riddled with bullets. Clark then lifts the truck over his head and slams it on the pavement.
There are two more trucks, firing at his father as they close in on the border. Clark sprints towards one truck, kicking it at a forward angle, and the truck flips and collides with the other truth, both trucks now crushed.
Clark thinks about saving the people from the fire that was sure the ignite until his father calls for him. Clark uses his sight to look ahead, a blockade of government officers waiting for the truck. Clark curses himself and flies towards the truck.
Johnathan Kent doesn't stop the truck; they've come too far. Johnathan presses on the gas, dodging the trucks that try to ram him. The passengers scream and it does nothing to help Johnathan's growing anxiety.
Four trucks bock the car in and the family hold onto each other. Johnathan groans as the truck takes hits from either side. He can't see the border from here, the truck blocking the view. The truck then brakes abruptly, and Johnathan braces himself for impact as he hits the brakes.
The car lifts and Johnathan places his hands over his face, but the collision never comes. Johnathan looks to the side, seeing the sky and taking a deep breath. In a few minutes, the car lands in Montreal.
Johnathan then gets out of the car and tries to catch his breath, only to be met with a wall of muscle. "Are you hurt, Pa?"
"I'm good, son," Johnathan says, patting his son's back.
After everyone calms down, they begin driving again until they reach an immigration port. The family unloads and the male alien screams, the baby is coming.
"Looks like we made it just in time," Clark says, watching as they take the alien to the medical team on site.
"Don't tell your mother," Johnathan tells Clark, stretching a crick in his neck. "I'll never hear the end of it."
"Whatever you say, Pa."
Within the next hour, Clark and Johnathan fly back to Metropolis ready for the next transportation.
Embassy of Themyscira, Washington DC
"Midén!" The raven-haired woman shouts at the women who look upon her.
The age range of women within the group is wide, some as young as five to the oldest being seventy-three, they were all here to learn, to become stronger, to become wiser, and above all to become warriors and face whatever challenges came their way.
As the tall Amazonian Woman calls the first number, the women push their staffs forward so they're parallel to them. The Amazon smiles at the crowd, they look sure of themselves, confident and warriors.
"Éna!" The woman shouts and the women step forward, one side of the bow comes down while the other comes up and the women take a step forward.
"Dío!" The woman shouts again, and the bow staff moves behind the women back as they bend their legs, ready for the next strike.
The woman continues to call out the numbers of their formation while other Amazons walk around the room to help, guide, and encourage all their students.
The Amazon opens her mouth to call out the next stance until the door opens, and a blond man in uniform slips into the room.
Everyone knows that the training room is off-limits to those who are not enrolled and, to men. It's a sacred space, one to not be disturbed unless of emergency. The two make eye contact and another Amazon takes over the lesson. The woman smiles and excuses herself, running out of the room and following the soldier.
"It couldn't wait?" The woman asks as they walk down the hall to a conference room.
"Sorry, Angel," Steve replies, walking up the stairs to the second floor. "Waller works on her own schedule."
Steve then looks at Diana as she walks up the stairs. He pushes down that fire that always sparks in his chest when he sees her. He thinks she's beautiful, maybe the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. But this isn't the time to be a lovesick puppy, they have a job to do.
"Are you going to change?" Steve asks looking at Diana in her workout attire. He couldn't decide if the sports bra and shorts were more revealing than her actual suit.
"What's wrong with my outfit?" Diana questions, taken aback by his comment.
Steve's mind races, trying to come up with an answer that doesn't seem sexist or stupid, but he's saved by his watch beeping. "We don't have time."
In a few minutes, they make it to the conference room within the Embassy. Steve hits the lights and turns on the screen, Amanda Waller, and General Lane split the screen. Steve salutes the General while Diana stands there looking unimpressed as usual.
"At ease, Soldier." General Lane says and Steve follows.
"The Aliens and Meta-Humans alike are migrating." Amanda Waller states. "Border states to Canada have seen a rise in Alien and Meta-Human activity since Canada has made it legal for them to seek asylum."
"So, it's no longer our issue." Diana shrugs. "They're leaving and there is no reason to hunt them."
"We aren't hunting them, Wonder Woman." The General corrects her. "Though I find it meaningless to explain this to you. They still face criminal charges in the United States not to mention the attacks not only to our soldiers but our citizens."
"There hasn't been an attack, General." Steve chimes in.
"As of two hours ago, Boarder Patrol and Military Soldiers were rushed to the hospital due to confrontation with Aliens." Amanda Waller states. "The Alien we've been hunting for the past three years brutally murdered soldiers and left others on the brink of death."
"He's proven to be difficult to catch." General Lane says. "That's why I propose Trever and Wonder Woman to help even the playing field. We would also like the Justice League to help where they can."
Diana doesn't like this proposal. General Lane isn't someone who hides his dislike of people, especially from "powered beings" as he likes to refer to her and anyone whose DNA is exactly human. Diana has worked with people who have different opinions of her and the world, but Diana wasn't fond of hunting people, especially when they didn't seem to be a threat.
Diana opens her mouth but Steve answers instead. "As Liaison to the Justice League, I can assure you that they're up for the task."
Diana bites the inside of her cheek, stilling her anger. The Justice League hadn't discussed working with the military, working with Argus seemed to be an issue with a certain caped crusader, this wouldn't go over well, especially when being told what to do. Waller and General Lane say their goodbyes and the screen goes black.
"Gather the League," Steve tells Diana who doesn't follow his command at all. "We should—"
"I didn't agree to this, Steve," Diana states blankly. "Neither did the league. We aren't bounty hunters, and we don't take jobs that haven't been discussed. We don't even know if what Lane says is true."
"You think the General is lying?" Steve questions. "What does he gain from lying to us?"
"And I'm the foreigner," Diana mumbles to herself.
Diana had heard about the alien that is causing General Lane trouble. From the files she's read, it seems that parts of the information are missing, typical. Some people are truly evil but there seemed to be no issue with this Alien until the General started to hunt him. Now, bringing the Justice League into this only made things worse. It made a statement for the League that they were not ready to make. They were a diverse team made up of many people from various backgrounds and many opinions that sometimes clashed.
Now, to work with the Military, to hunt Aliens and Metas who want to be left alone, who are scared and only seek freedom from persecution, well that called for a pause. The League had to be decisive in their plans and leave no room for error.
Bruce Wayne already funded Luthor's project in repairing Gotham City after the Cataclysm a year ago. That caused a rift within the team, with many members not liking and or trusting Luthor.
"I just think we should be careful," Diana tells Steve. "We don't know everything and making quick judgments are never good."
"We know he's hurt people." Steve reminds Diana. "He's become more aggressive each time he's been confronted. He's hand multiple times to turn himself in and he continues to run. If he's innocent, then there is no need for him to run."
Diana doesn't argue with Steve right now, he's being pigheaded. Steve knows it's not that simple, nothing in life in life ever is.
"I don't want to talk anymore," Diana says, turning to walk away when Steve grabs Diana's hand.
"Let's not fight, Angel," Steve whispers. "We don't have to make any decisions right now."
"Right." Diana nods, slipping her hand away from Steve's. She hasn't gotten comfortable with a man touching her. Steve is Diana's friend, but she does wonder if there are intentions behind every small touch, not-so-subtle glance, or words that seem to be aimed towards lovers rather than co-workers and friends. "It's getting late, you should get going."
"Yeah." Steve nods. "Goodnight, Angel."
The two leave the room, Diana watching Steve descend the steps and leave the embassy. Diana leans against the railing, watching the rest of the employees head home for the night.
"He's cute." Artemis comments, standing next to Diana. "I see why you came to Man's world."
"I came to Man's World to help them." Diana corrects her fellow Amazon. "I'm surprised you've followed and stayed this long."
"They're interesting enough." Artemis shrugs. "The men are dull and simple-minded, but the women are… free-thinking."
Diana chuckles as Artemis explains her discoveries in Man's World. At least one of them was assimilating into the culture. Still, there are stark contrasts between the Island and this world. Diana's sisters Donna and Cassandra have taken to this world as well, venturing out, making friends, and even enrolling in universities.
"I have yet to find a man that has proven that statement false."
"Maybe you're playing for the wrong team, Sister."
"Maybe," Diana smirks. "But there are people like us out there and they're meeting the same skepticism. I came here to help Man's World and I meant everyone in Man's World, but it doesn't seem to be the same."
"People fear what they don't understand, princess." Artemis reminds Diana. "Even with all the good we do, there are still people who fear and hate us. You're more digestible because of the Apollo knock-off attached to your hip that's not the case for everyone."
"He's nothing like Apollo," Diana remarks, defending Steve. "And we are no different from the Aliens and Metas on this planet."
"The world is cruel, Princess." Artemis yawns, stretching her arms. "And we cannot change it."
And though Diana had seen the cruelty of the world, she knew it had another face as well, one of beauty she had yet to find.
Luthor Corp, Metropolis, New York
Lex Luthor was a man of many talents but at the end of the day, he was just a man. In the age of aliens and heroes, many would find humans to be weak, but Luthor thrives in this doubt. Luthor has proven time and time again that he is better, stronger, and above all, intellectually superior to any species that made themselves known to Earth.
Though many do not see the world as Luthor, there are those who do believe in him and raise Luthor to be their champion, the voice they'd felt had been stolen from them, the freedom that'd been restrained, and above all the fire in their hearts that'd been snuffed out. This threat to his life, and to humanity does not force Luthor but rather begs Luthor to save them, and well, how could Luthor ever refuse?
"Is there a problem, Mr. Luthor?" Dr. Stone asks, he watches Lex quizzically as Luthor looks at the chamber that houses the sleeping specimen.
"It seems to have healed correctly," Luthor says, walking around the chamber.
"Yes." Dr. Stone replies. "All vitals have been checked and hours under the exposed sunlight has healed the agent, though slowly."
"Define slowly."
"Three days."
Luthor rolls his eyes at the answer, it wasn't one he was looking for. The last specimen had healed quickly, within seconds. However, with exposure to continuous amounts of pain, the subject did take longer to heal but nowhere near three days.
This version that had been made, crafted, and molded was not in his image and Luthor hated it. It was too weak to survive out of the tube for an hour, no doubt it would dissolve if it was left out any longer.
But Luthor didn't have time to wait, not with the election coming up. Luthor needed to have the support of Congress to enact laws that would make being an alien and a meta illegal. So, Luthor needed a threat, one that was foreign to them though it looked safe, something completely different.
"Have you woken it up?" Luthor asks.
"Not since the incident." Dr. Stone replies. "We have brain activity and vitals are normal. Waking it I fear would–"
"The world does not have time for fear and neither does your son, Doctor." Luther kindly reminds Dr. Stone.
Dr. Stone pauses and remembers why he's doing this, why he's helping Luthor, for his son. Luthor is not the only one who has something to lose. But Silas Stone doesn't think about his son's reaction, in the grand scheme of things it does not matter, nor will it change his mind.
"Let's wake it up," Luthor says, turning to look at the creature. "If it's stable, we can then proceed as planned."
Dr. Stone sighs and walks to the control panel in the lab. He presses a few buttons and watches the vitals, waiting for them to change as the specimen wakes up.
His eyes flick open once, but there is a wave of tiredness that surges through him. He cannot remember the last time he's been awake, nor when he'd let sleep take him. His eyes begin to flicker, slowly opening, and his fists clench and flex, trying to gather feeling.
He opens his mouth, trying to take a deep breath but gags once he feels an object lodged in his throat. His eyes burst open, and his hands reach for the mask on his face, trying to pull the object from his mouth.
There is a sound, a ringing in his ear and he covers them, there are too many sounds, too many heartbeats and objects pulsing that he cannot locate his own, he cannot tell if he's alive, he's not sure he knows what that means.
But he does know that he must find her, a blond girl that he'd sworn to protect. That's why he was here in this lab, to look for her, to take her back home. That's all he can remember and even it seems like a dream at times.
The man reaches forward, pressing against the glass, trying to break it but an unwanted calm rushes over him and pulls him into a slumber.
"It's not ready." Dr. Stone tells Luthor as he puts the specimen back to sleep. "It's too dangerous."
"You're wrong, Silas." Luthor says, walking to the glass and looking at the sleeping specimen. "It's ready."
The Daily Planet, Metropolis, New York
"What do you mean you're not coming?" Jimmy asks, packing up his camera and throwing on his coat. "This is going to be the biggest story this month. It could define your career!"
"I'm sure there will be more," Chloe says, as she sits at her desk and reads through the last round of edits, she must complete for Perry's Speech at the Daily Planet Annual Award Ceremony. "Besides, you know I don't deal with the topic of Aliens and Metas, it feels—"
"Exploitive, I know," Jimmy says, leaning on Chloe's cubicle. "But isn't this the job of a journalist, to get the story and tell the truth?"
"I also think people are allowed to have their privacy." Chloe shrugs, continuing to edit the paper.
"Jimmy, you know this is pointless," Lois says, walking towards them with her coat and briefcase, no doubt a stack of intrusive questions tucked neatly inside. "Chloe thinks we're just like the paparazzi, and we harass people."
Chloe bites her bottom lip, trying to hold back the venom she wants to spit at Lois Lane. Lois Lane is a Pulitzer Award-Winning Journalist and though Chloe admired the woman at first, she learned quickly that one should never meet their heroes. Though Lois Lane was intelligent, charismatic, and ambitious, she was also intrusive, calculating, and relentless in pursuit of her stories. Though these are qualities that a journalist must have, Lois seems to be lacking one very crucial trait, compassion.
To get the information for Lois Lane's stories, she went above and beyond, invading privacy, breaking laws, and sometimes hurting the subject of her article rather than helping, and Chloe wonders if that was ever her intention.
Chloe cannot hide her bias though, if Lois had chosen any other topic or rather a person to hunt down then Chloe may not care as much. However, that was not the case. Rather than Chloe working on becoming a journalist herself, she's taken up the side hustle of sabotaging Lois and Jimmy in their pursuit of hunting Metas and Aliens. Chloe didn't mind it though, it was too close to home, to the person and people she loved, and she'd do anything to protect them.
"I just think if someone is running it's for good reason," Chloe says, saving the file and logging off her laptop. "I know what consent means."
"Don't do that, Sullivan." Lois chides. "It looks bad on you, very anti-feminist."
Chloe rolls her eyes and begins to pack up. Jimmy continues to talk, and Chloe plays along, making Jimmy believe that Lois didn't offend her, but she wanted to make sure the two left before her friend came to get her.
As they make it to the parking lot, Jimmy and Lois get into the Daily Planet truck and drive off. Chloe walks towards her car and gets in, letting out a deep and heavy sigh.
"Long day?" a low voice asks, and Chloe doesn't respond, her hand resting on the seat rest. "A very anti-feminist one?"
"Shut up." Chloe scoffs and shoves the man in the seat next to her, though his body of steel does not move. "You caused quite an uproar today."
"Wasn't the plan." Clark yawns, shifting in the chair and pushing the seat back to stretch out.
"Never is." Chloe sighs. "You think we'll leave soon?"
"I told you to go, Chloe," Clark says, putting his hands over his face. "You aren't safe being with me."
"I know." Chloe mumbles.
I don't want to leave you.
This is what Chloe wants to say but doesn't. Chloe knows that if she leaves right now, she'd never see him again, never tell him how she feels for him, what their future could be together.
Chloe doesn't know what she's waiting for, with the way the world is going, it seems that there will never be a quiet, stable, or right time for her to express her feelings to him.
But her biggest fear is that he will reject her, find her to be too mundane, and with a world full of amazing Aliens and Metas, why would he choose to be with someone like her?
"I want to wait for Ma and Kara," Chloe says.
Chloe waits for Clark to answer her but there is silence and then followed by light snores.