Part 5

::The front of the Talon: Night::

Mack walked out on the talon and into the dark sidewalk. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and swung her leg around to get on the bike. Starting it she realized she had no idea where they went.

She looked up and down the street. Then remembered that when she pulled up there wasn't a car in the front so they must have parked in the alley. She rolled the bike to the alley entrance and just as she suspected there were tire tracks. Grabbing the helmet and putting it on she sped off in the direction they pointed to.

::Back in the Talon::

Lana hand Clarks head on her lap, she stroked his hair and whispered to him, "It's going to be ok.. You going to fine." She said it more to convince herself then to convince him.

Chloe stood there watching tears slowly traveling down her cheek. She quickly wiped them away. 'What if Clark did die?'

Pete rushed through the door with ice bags in his hands and ran up the stairs to Mack's. As he went up he yelled to Chloe, "Chloe help or something! Grab some bags. Hurry!"

Chloe ran into the back to help. Lana watched them all then returned her attention to Clark. She continued to cry and hold him.

::On the Streets of the Smallville:::

Mack went as fast as the bike was able to go and more. She followed the main road then turned at the sign for

metropolis. There were no other cars on the roads which gave her plenty of room to maneuver. Thinking she saw brakes lights about a mile in front of her she flipped up her visor to get a better look. Just as she thought two bright red lights straight ahead. She flipped down the visor and pushed the bike to go faster.

As she came closer she confirmed it was it was Edge's car by the licenses plate. It read "Edge." Mack smiled to herself and thought to herself, 'His ego hasn't changed.'

Not wanting to get to close till she knew what she was going to do she stayed back a bit and kept her lights off.

Her decision made, Mack pulled the gun out of her back pocket and sped up. As she reached the car she flipped on her lights.

The driver looked in his rear view mirror and was confused at the sudden appearance of someone else on the road. At closer inspection he noticed it was one head light and therefore a motorcycle. Smiling knowing what that meant he pressed the gas harder.

Mack pulled into the on coming lane and kept a safe distance away. Steering with one hand and raising her gun with the other she pulled the trigger and prayed for it to hit where she intended.

The bullet went right into the left back tire. In response the tire popped and the car spun out of control. As the driver struggle to gain control Mack turned back into the next lane and slowed down in order to better control the situation. Eventually Edge's car went off the road and into the woods. Crashing into a tree.

Mack turned off the headlights, pulled over and parked the bike.

The front of the car smoked and looked like an accordion.

Mack jumped off the bike and threw her helmet to the side. Holding her gun with both her ends she walked to the car. As she reached the drivers side, the wind shield was shattered, the driver if not dead unconscious. Putting down her gun she checked his pulse. There was none. "Oh, Don," she whispered, "I'm sorry."

With a deep breathe she walked to the back and opened the door. Raising her gun as she open it.

The man on her side was doubled over from the crash and on the other side was Morgan Edge holding his wrist. His forehead pressed against the window. Leaving the door open Mack walked around the other side, opened with door abruptly and pulled Edge out by the collar. He fell to the ground and groaned.

"Get Up!" She yelled down at him, as she cocked the un ready to fire. Mack had never been filled with such rage, and hate before. Whatever she did right now whatever decision she made wasn't under her control. She was being driven by feeling out of her control.

Edge didn't move his head tucked into his legs. Mack kicked him and yelled again , "GET UP!"

Finally speaking, "I can't"

"Then I'll help you!" She grabbed him by the collar once more and threw his back against the side of the car.

There he was the great Morgan Edge. His back against the car, his head hanging limp and legs loosely stretched out. She should there with her gun aimed right at his head.

Looking up at Mack, "Do it! You know you want to."

Her mind raced through the nights events. The past people he had hurt, the damage he had caused, Dylan. Her trigger finger shook nervously. Her face looked like she was trying to will her finger to pull the trigger. "Come On, Mack" she whispered to herself, "Come On."

Edge laughed, "You can't do it."

::Back at the Talon::

Pete and Chloe successfully filled the tub and rushed down stairs back to Clark. Lana still sat there with him whispering to him, "Your ok, I'm right here, Your ok…"

Pete looked down at her, "Lana we have to get him upstairs."

She bit her lip and nodded in agreement. Lana moved to the side and let Pete sit him up.

Taking a deep breath he hooked his arms under Clarks, "Chloe, Lana get his legs."

They nodded and walked over each grabbing a leg. Lana sniffled a little.

"Just use all your strength ok we can't drop him. On one," he took another deep breath, "Three, two, one.."

With that everyone lifted Clark up. Both Chloe and Lana showed strain almost immediately but Pete was determined. He knew Clark wouldn't give up on him so he wasn't about to give up on Clark.

Getting him up the stairs took time but they did it. They got him into the bathroom and place him on the floor. Now they had to strip him. Lana didn't second guess it she started taking off his shoes right away while Chloe hesitated.

"You know what?" biting her lip, "I'll go call the police or something. You know tell them what happened. " Lana and Pete looked up at her, "Get Dylan's body taken care of.. Yeah so I'll do that." Chloe rushed out while Pete and Lana stayed.

Pete sat him up again and pulled off his shirt. Clark's head just hung and moved wherever Pete pushed it gently. Lana moved up to his belt and undid it. She never thought to second guess it, she wanted him better and needed him to be ok now.

After they got him down to his boxers. Lana grabbed his legs and Pete got his arms again. In unison, "Three..two…one!" They heaved him into the tub of ice and then made sure to cover him in it.

Standing there Pete put his arm around Lana's shoulders, "Now we'll just have to wait."

"Pete what if.."

"No what if , Lana he'll be fine," during this he realized he wasn't just trying to convince her but himself as well. "He's Clark and I mean he's not human he can handle this.. He candle this."

Lana just nodded and response.'

Removing his arm, "You know what? I'll get you a chair so you can sit with him." He exited the bathroom and dashed back with a chair. Setting it next to the tub.

Lana forced a smile, "Thanks." She sat down, held Clark's hand and prepared herself to wait.

Pete left the bathroom and went to call the Kent's.

::On the side of the road::

Mack just stood there, if she didn't do it now right that second she never would.

Edge continued to push her, "Your hesitating."

"SHUT UP!" She yelled at him, "this is for all those people you've screwed over. This is tonight, for Clark.."

"For Dylan?" Edge forced out. He was weak from the loss of blood.

"For Dylan and for me." Mack's finger steadied and pressed against the trigger. Slowly she pushed back then the gun went off. Or at least it should have. No bullet came out. The chamber pulled back and shot forward but nothing was expelled.

Trying again she pulled the trigger. Nothing. She pulled back the chamber to reveal that it was empty then released the clip. Nothing. There must have been only three bullets and she had used them all. "GOD DAMNIT!" She yelled.

A weak smile crept across Edge's face. Mack threw the gun and walked over to him. "Look at me!"

Edge slowly looked up at her smiling. Mack's bent so her face was right up to his, "You weren't worth a bullet anyway. Judging from the blood looks like a hit an artery." As she said it Edge's smile faded. Mack stood up and stepped back to get a good look, "You'll die soon. Alone and weak. The great Morgan Edge, dies on the side the road due to a wounds inflicted by the girl he treated as a daughter with his very own knife."

She started walking away then turned back to him, "You wanted a show Edge, looks like got one. It's almost Shakespearian."

Edge watched her go, looked down at his wrist and passed out. He died soon after.

Mack picked up the gun on her way to the bike, wiped off the finger prints and threw it with all the strength she had left into the woods. She paused as she get on the bike but shook off her thoughts. She didn't want to think about what happened tonight she couldn't not yet. Getting on the bike she took one last look at Edge lying there and the car still smoking. As she put on her helmet she realized she didn't get nay satisfaction at all from it. To much had happened for this one thing to make it all better.

She turned the bike around and headed for the Talon. This time at a slow pace, she wanted to delay having to deal with what was waiting for her there.

::Mack's Apartment::

Lana sat in silence holding Clark's hand, she didn't take her eyes off him.

Pete came in, "Any change?"

Lana just shook her head without removing her eyes from Clark.

Pete forced a small smile, "I forgot the Kent are at a conference they should be back tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully… I mean Clark WILL be ok by then." Lana didn't react so he opted to leave her be and left without another word.

Lana leaned into Clark, "I'm sorry.." still no reaction on Clark's side, " I need you to know that…no matter what I love you and when you wake up, when you get better we'll figure this out together," her tears started again, "You can't go now. Not after the way we left things. You can't die thinking I don't love you…Thinking I, "she put her hand to her mouth knowing it was painful to say, "thinking I think you're a freak." She leaned in and kissed his lips then his forehead before returning her back to the chair, "open your eyes.. Clark, please."

Meanwhile Pete walked down the stairs and saw Chloe sitting on a stool at the counter staring into space.

"Chloe?" he said walking up and sitting in the stool next to her.

"Pete.." she wiped a tear away, "I called the police they should be here any minute. They'll want a statement."

"Ok.." he reached out and rubbed her shoulder.

Chloe smiled threw her tears, "What the hell happened tonight Pete?"

Pete looked around and surveyed the damage. Shaking his head, "I don't know.."

The two just sat their in silence. Waiting for the police to clean up the mess that lay in front of them.

The police came just as Chloe sad and asked a million questions. Chloe and Pete answered them all not wanting to bother Lana or Clark. Chloe told them everything. Morgan Edge his plan, their kidnapping. When they asked about both Clark and Lana she said they were fine and would come down to the police station to be questioned tomorrow. When they asked about Dylan's body she told the truth, that Mack and him struggled for the gun and it went off. The cop didn't believe her about Morgan Edge but she suggested that he had surgery and to check dental records. The policeman cocked his eyebrow out her on that one. But Chloe continued and said he was probably on the run back to metropolis right now and that the cops she patrol the roads.

The cop laughed about her demands and knowledge, "Someone's been watching a bit to much TV."

Chloe looked at him offended, "I know how law enforcement works, Listen, I'm telling the truth."

The cop nodded and got on his radio, "I want all units on the roads stop any suspect cars. Over."

Chloe was proud of herself.

"And this Mackenzie," the cop said looking down at his pad, "umm Small? Where is she?"

Chloe struggled with an answer so Pete spoke up, "She well she.."

"She's right here detective."

All of the cops on the scene looked her way then continued doing their jobs. Pete took a deep breathe, she was ok. Chloe just looked at her quizzically wondering just what she had been up to. The detective turned to face her.

"You have a lot of questions to answer Ms. Small," he said this while tapping his pen against the pad.

Mack's eye's stayed straight trying to avoiding watching the police zipper up Dylan's body bag. She walked around them and to the counter. "I assumed as much."

The cop took one look at her and noticed she was someone who had been through a lot, "From what your friends here have told me you've all had a rough night, I'm going to assume your not a flight risk and ask you to come in tomorrow for questioning,"

Her hands in her back pockets, "I'll be there."

The cop nodded at her compliance and turned to the others still in the Talon, "Call it a night boys!"

Mack looked toward the doors and watched as they wheeled Dylan's body out. She blinked hard and looked at the ground.

Once the cops had left Mack looked at Pete and Chloe, "Clark?"

"In the tub, still hasn't waken up.. Lana's there with him," Pete answered, "And you?"

Mack acted as if he didn't ask, "Are you two ok?"

Chloe just nodded faintly and Pete spoke for both of them, "Fine."

Running her hand threw her hair and looking at her feet, "I'm going to have to do this eventually so I might as well now. I can't apologize enough for you being pulled into this.."

Pete tried to interrupt, "Mack.."

"No listen. I'm sorry isn't enough but it's the only latitude the English language allows me. So I'm sorry. And I understand completely if you want to cut all ties with me from now on. I also know I don't have the right to ask you two for anything.." looking to the side, "after tonight but if you could keep my…my.." her eyes darted from side to side in search for the right word to describe her healing ability, "well in your terms my freakishness. Could you just keep that to yourself?" She looked up at them with hope.

"Sure," Chloe answered.

"Of coarse," Pete said earnestly.

"Thank you. I know there is so much to explain so much to justify…" she said this while shaking her head and looking toward the ground.

Her speech was interrupted by Chloe doing something completely out of character. She slid off the stole and put her hand on Mack's shoulder. In response Mack looked up at her. Chloe smiled, "Tomorrow, it's not important now."

Pete looked at Chloe he was shocked at first which quickly turned to pride. There were times when he doubted Chloe's ability to be compassionate and level headed. She always seemed to let her journalistic instinct take over and take everything a bit to far. But this time she didn't ; she stood there as Chloe the friend not Chloe the future Daily Planet reporter.

Mack looked to Pete to confirm Chloe's feelings were his as well, "Pete?"

He put his hand on her other shoulder and said with great understanding, "Tomorrow."

A moment of silence existed between them for a moment till Mack broke it, "I'll go check on Clark."

As she walked away Chloe turned to watch her and was taken back by the huge smile on Pete's face.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just proud of you," he pulled her in for a big bear hug.

Giving him a confused look while her head rested on his shoulder, "Thanks.. I think."

::Mack's Bathroom::

Mack took a deep breath before she entered. She walked in and it broke her heart to find what she found.

Lana holding Clark's hand, just staring at him. Tear tracks burnt on her cheeks.

"Lana?" she said quietly.

"Mack?" she looked at Mack stood up and hugged her tightly, "You came back, your ok, you came back."

Mackenzie was taken back by Lana's affection and happiness that she was alive. No one ever seemed to care if she lived or died and here Lana stood after everything Mack's past put her through and was still putting her through, happy she was back, happy she was ok. She closed her eyes and hugged Lana back.

They both let go and Lana sat back down. "I'm glad your ok."

"Why?" Mack didn't mean for it to come out of her mouth but it had so she moved quickly to add on to it, "I mean after everything I put you threw after.." She faded out when her eyes fell on Clark.

Without missing a beat Lana looked up at her, "Whether you like it or not we're sisters and that means a lot to me…"

"Lana.."

"You're the only family I've got ok? So of course I care."

"You're the only family I've got too.."

They smiled at each other. Somewhere during this night they had both made peace with this situation. No explanation as to how they had reached their conclusion we're needed. They were the only family they had.

Mack stopped smiling and looked at Clark, "Any change?"

"No," he voice sad again.

Mack felt his forehead, "His temp. is defiantly down," Lana let go of his hand so she could feel a pulse, "His pulse is stronger. We couldn't take him out now."

"I hate to ask but how did you know to do this?"

"I want to be a doctor when I'm older. So at boarding school I took all the necessary classes so Harvard Med. Would take notice," she said as she pushed away the ice.

"Really?" helping her.

"Well that or ER."

Lana laughed.

"Good I got you to laugh.."

"We shouldn't be laughing thought not now," Lana looked at Clark with guilt.

Mack looked at Clark then Lana, "He's going to be fine, Lana I promise."

Lana just nodded and pushed back the rest of the ice. When they were finished Mack positioned herself to grab his arms.

"Maybe we should get Pete?" Lana said as she grabbed his legs.

Mack didn't say anything and just gave Lana knowing glance.

After what Lana saw her do tonight she just shook her head, "Never mind."

The girls lifted him and shuffled to the bed. They flopped him on and Mack pulled his head up to the pillow, while Lana positioned his feet.

Looking at him lying there in his boxers it hit Lana like a ton of bricks. She started crying uncontrollably again. In response Mack went to her side and held her. Tucking her head under Mack's chin. Mack tried her best to comfort her.

"I'm sorry Lana is all my fault. He's going to be fine ok?" She pulled Lana back and looked her in the eyes, "We'll get him dressed and you can lie with him so when he wakes up you'll be right there."

Lana just nodded and got the clothes with Mack.

After they dressed him Lana laid beside him and rested her head on his chest. She found comfort in being able to feel his heart and move with his breath. She slowly started to fall asleep. So Mack grabbed a blanket and spread it over the two of them. As she left she turned back and smiled. Those two were the only good thing that came out of her being here.

"How is he?" Pete asked as he mopped the floor where Dylan's blood had been.

Chloe stopped fixing the chairs and turned her attention to Mack.

"He's out the tub, dressed and on the bed," her eyes stared at the spot where Dylan died, "Lana's there with him. She's sleeping."

Chloe took a deep breath, "He'll be ok then right?"

"Should be," Pete said leaning on the mop handle.

"How can I help you guys?" Mack said looking from Pete to Chloe and back again.

"First coffee. Then that pillar," Chloe pointed to the pillar that Morgan's wrist had been pinned against. Blood had dripped all over it.

"Coffee then the blood it is."

::2 hours later: time approx: 3 a.m. ::

The Talon looked like nothing had happened. Despite the coffee fix Chloe was curled up in one of the comfy chairs sleeping. Pete was in the one next to her snoring. While Mack just sat there staring at the wall. Her thoughts were haunted by the events of the night, her inner eyelids burned with the image on Dylan's dieing eyes. She couldn't sleep not now possibly not for a long time.

Upstairs Lana was sound asleep her head on Clark's chest, her arms wrapped around him. He had yet to wake up but the color was returning to his face.

Mack got up and decided to occupy herself by cleaning the mugs Pete and Chloe had used. But as she made her way to the kitchen she dropped the mugs at the sound of Lana yelling from the apartment.

"MACK!!!!"

::To Be Continued::

Mack rushed up the stairs so fast even Clark would be impressed. Both Chloe and Pete