A/N: Hey! Thanks for reviewing, and thanks for thinking about me and Cynthia. No updates on how she's doing. It made me feel so good to read the reviews. Thank you so much. Anyway, here's another chapter as a way of showing my gratitude. You know I don't own anything.
The Last
Somewhere Out There
Somewhere out there,
Beneath the pale moon night,
Someone's thinking of me,
And loving me tonight.
Clark sat once again looking out at the stars. 'How can I do this?' He thought desperately. 'How can I go on knowing that everyone like me is gone?' Sadly he stared unseeing as the stars winked in the sky. He had been up in his barn for two days. He knew that suicide wasn't possible. Nothing could hurt him, and the time when he had tried to starve himself when he was five had proven that starvation had no effect on him, other than getting him grounded for doing something sostupid to make his mother mad. Miserably he turned and sank into the lumpy old couch. Lost in thought he didn't hear when his mother came walking up the stairs.
"Hey kiddo." She smiled kindly. The tall teen looked up to see the worry the covered her face. "You okay up here?"
"Yeah." He replied dully. "It's not like I can starve to death."
Martha Kent frowned and fought back her tears. "Please Clark. I don't know what Dr. Swan told you, but if you ever want to talk, we're always here for you."
"Yeah, I know."
When it was obvious he wasn't going to tell her what was going on, She sighed. "You know I love you right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Then she slowly turned to leave, a feeling of defeat sweeping over her.
Somewhere out there,
Someone's saying a prayer,
That we'll find one another,
In that great somewhere out there.
Clark watched his mother's retreating form as she walked back into the house. He listened as the screen door slammed closed before she turned to latch it shut. Then his gaze shifted back up to the sparkling night sky. Surely, if he had survived, then others had too. Perhaps he wasn't alone and Swan was wrong. There was no way of knowing. The only chance he might have had to find a way to contact someone from his own world had been destroyed with the spaceship. But maybe… yes, maybe she might be able to dig something up.
And even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star,
And when the night wind starts to sing
A lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the
Same big sky.
Chloe sat at her computer at the Torch. Clark had been absent lately, so it startled her to see him come into the newspaper's office with a determined look on his face. "Clark!" She gasped, fighting to keep her emotions in check. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't even notice her strange phrasing. "Chloe, can you look something up for me?"
"Sure anything." Her brow wrinkled in a frown as she tried to guess what he was thinking. His next words confirmed her suspicions.
"Can you look up any meteor showers that occurred around the same time as the one that hit Smallville?"
"I already have, multiple times." She handed him a large stack of paper. "I had a hunch that you'd be asking so I printed it all out." She bit her lip nervous about what she was going to say next. "I thought you might want to take them up to your 'fortress'. After all, no-one wants to find out they're alone in the universe with people watching over their shoulder."
The farm boy looked up at her sharply. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"There weren't any other meteor showers. There wasn't even any debris. The sun went Super Nova and practically swallowed the planet." She whispered miserably.
Clark's eyes went wide with fear, then narrowed in suspicion, and finally closed with grief. Chloe watched as the emotions fought inside of him. "How?" was all he finally managed to say.
Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through,
Then, we'll be together,
Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.
'How what?' She wondered confused. 'How did they die? How did I find out? How can I prove it?' Then suddenly understanding dawned as she recognized the despair for what it was. How do I go on. She bit her lip unable to tell him the answer. "Clark…" He didn't look at her. "Look, Clark… I know there's nothing I can do, but you know I'm always here." She said almost hopefully.
"I know." He turned and left the Torch, the documents forgotten in one hand.
'God forgive me for what I just did.' Chloe thought as she watched him leave. 'But he had a right to know… And so do they.'
And even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star,
And when the night wind starts to sing
A lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the
Same big sky.
Martha watched as Chloe's car pulled up to the farmhouse. "Hello." She said with her usual kindness. "Clark's out in the barn."
"I didn't come to see Clark." The young blonde answered nervously. "I came to talk to you and Mr. Kent."
Martha opened the screen door and motioned for the young woman to go inside. Then she followed. "Jonathan!" She called up the stairs. "Can you come down for a minute." Rather than answer the man came thumping down.
"Oh hey Chloe!"
"Hello sir."
"Sir? The last time I heard that from you, you were trying to tell me that you'd accidentally broken a door in the barn."
Chloe bit her lip and then looked up at the Kents. "I know why Clark is so upset." She said quickly. Both Jonathan and Martha looked at each other and then back at her. Then they motioned for her to continue. "Please don't interrupt, because if you do I won't be able to finish." They nodded their understanding. The blonde looked down, unable to look at the Kents as she tried to confess. "That day that Clark went to see Dr. Swan, I kind of followed him… I know it was wrong and all, but I was curious. I overheard what they were talking about. He said the Clark's planet Krypton was destroyed. Yes, I know about Clark. Then when I got back I hacked into Swan's files. Well… um…" She shoved a manila folder into Martha's hands and ran out of the house. The stunned parents watched her leave. Then, nervously, Martha opened the folder and began to read the first page.
Instantly, one hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, my poor baby."
Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through,
Then, we'll be together,
Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.
Slowly Martha climbed the stairs to the top of the barn. Just as she had expected, Clark sat there, his head bowed, seemingly lost in thought. "Hey." She said softly to get his attention. He didn't move. She sighed as she sat down beside him. "Chloe told us everything." She told him. He still didn't look up. "Did you read those files she gave you?" No answer. "Well, I just want you to know, that no matter how alone you think you are, your father and I'll be right there for you. I don't care who your mother was, you're still my son, and I'll never leave you. Please remember that Clark. You're never alone." Clark just sat there. "When you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen."
When it was obvious he wasn't going to answer her she sighed in defeat. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she rose to leave. She was halfway out of the barn when she heard it. It was so faint that she almost thought she'd imagined it. "Thank you." It was so soft she couldn't tell who'd said it. Quickly she looked around, but didn't see anything. Wiping a few tears from her eyes, she decided it must have been her son. "I love you, sweetie." She told him as she left the barn and headed back to the house.
A/N: Well, there it is. If you like it, review and let me know and I'll write more.
