A rush of wind ruffled through his hair. "Mom," he turned to face her.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, you must go..."

"I love you." He whispered looking into her crystal blue eyes. The brunette hugged her tighter.

"Mhmm," she muttered giving him a kiss on his forehead as they parted.

"Good night, mom." His eyelids drooped as he lay back on the cloud.

Alexander Joseph Luthor fell into oblivion, a middle state, not in the nightmare and not in reality. His wings shriveled, slightly burning. Eventually, though, turning to ash. Non-existent, just like him.

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Clark looked around. He was in the waiting room. What else could he do? He was only starting to recognize his power. And if he couldn't save this one man what else could he do with this power? He felt useless.

Infact; nothing, that's how he felt, that's all he could do.

Sighing, he cupped his head in his hands. Without realizing it he taped his heels three times together.

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"What the hell's happening!" The doctor screamed.

"The gas isn't working! He's waking up!"

He couldn't wake up now; the first incision was already being made, the doctor thought panicking. "Well, damn, seal him up and we'll have to try again in a couple of minutes!"

"No sir you don't understand, the gas isn't working!" The nurse turned to him, "He's actually waking up …from the comma."

The doctor swore again. "Quick," he said urging the nurse to hand him another medical tool. "It'll be close."

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Clark heard a scream and jumped up. It was a supernatural scream, something no mortal could hear. The pitch was unearthly. It seemed to be made from terror, fear, hope and joy all at once. It was ripped from the throat of a dying man.

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Lex found himself nowhere; a place where he fought to wake up. He wasn't with his mother. And he wasn't in the hospital bed. There was a dull pounding in his head.

He opened his mouth trying to cry out to whoever would listen. He knew no one would here, but it was worth a shot.

It took a lot out of him. Taking a deep breath he collapsed to his knees. It felt as if he was on a conveyer belt, pulling him towards his end. Sucking in a breath of air he struggled to get up against the odds.

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Five minutes, and what seemed an eternity later there was a silence in the hospital it seemed.

Clark was walking towards the surgery bay when the doors flew open. His mouth dropped and his eyes widened at what he saw.

It just, it couldn't, Clark didn't know what to think let alone say.

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Hope spread across his chest and he felt as if he could fly. He opened his eyes and began to blink.

--to be continued--

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