Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay. This story has gone on long enough. Forty three chapters, I've written a lot of stories, so I think it's safe to say this has gone on the longest. A lot of twists I didn't expect it to take. It's been a helluva a ride for me. I even changed formats on more than one occasion. That must be brutal for you guys, I'm sorry about that. This chapter is meant to be a resolution. Not to continue the series. I proper closing, I guess you can say. It's been a pleasure, everyone. Thanks for your time.

Metamorphosis – Chapter 43

He panicked. "Lois? Lois?" he super speeded into the mansion as fast as he could. His heart beats fast. Fear was taking over him.

"Clark!" he heard from a short distance.

"Lois," he gasped, seeing her on the ground with her tear strained face next to a motionless Lex Luthor. The pistol he used still gripped tightly in his right hand. From where Clark stood, he could not hear his pulse.

Lex was dead.

He moved towards her, slowly. "He wouldn't listen," she spoke out suddenly, blood all over her hands. She remembered when they were children, playing hide & seek in the mansion. They were so young then, innocent. A whole future ahead of them.

It was all gone for him.

It had been gone a long time ago.

All because, "he just wouldn't listen"

It's been a couple of weeks since Lex Luthor's untimely death and the funeral that followed. Lois of course attended the funeral along with dozens of acquaintances and people that have worked alongside him over the years. Clark watched her from a distance, giving her time alone.

And when everyone was gone, she was still the only person that stood by his grave.

Even his father didn't care.

Lex once told me that that when his father, Lionel, dies, kings will attend his funeral. When my father dies, his friends will come.

Deep down, I'm thankful he didn't completely follow his father's footstep.

Lois is Lex's only friend. A better friend than I could ever be. I hoped, hoped so much that he wouldn't become his father. That he could be the man I know he could be. In the end, I understood that we all make our own choices, but it still doesn't make it any less easy.

Clark approached her from behind dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath and a black tie.

"Are you okay?" he paused, realizing his mistake. "I'm sorry. That was a stupid question"

"No," she turned. "Not stupid at all."

She reached out and intertwined her hand with his. "Let's get out of her," she said with a small smile.

He nodded, pulling her in and wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Everything's gonna be okay," he whispered.

She inhaled deeply, if it could only be that easy. She looked up at him with loving eyes and unwavering trust until they were joined by a man dressed in an expensive suit, holding a leather suitcase.

"Miss Lois Lane?"

She looked at him. "Yes," she answered.

"I'm really sorry for your loss. I don't mean to interrupt, but my name is Howard Anderson."

She smiled weakly, gripping Clark's hand a little tighter for support. "It's okay, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here as a representative for Alexander Luthor to give you his last will and testament," he said professionally.

Lois and Clark exchanged surprised looks.

"Everything?" Lois repeated, not quite believing what she was hearing.

By law, a will or testament is a document by which a person, and in this case, Lex Luthor, regulates the rights of others over his property after death. Lex has apparently drafted his will when he was 18 and has never made any attempts to change it since then.

It baffled her.

Their friendship did not end on good terms.

"I can't take this"

The attorney is surprised.

"Miss Lane, I assure you, I've been representing Mr. Luthor for several years and have had regular meetings with him. He has never questioned the will. His property… his company... and everything in it, is yours"

"What's the catch?" Clark asked his first question of the day.

"Catch, sir?" Mr. Anderson shook his head. "No catch. It's all legal. If you'd like, you can have your own lawyers look over these."

Lois thanked Clark silently for his quick support. She could barely sort out her thoughts.

"What are you going to do now?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. He was like a brother to me, but I don't want any part of the things that destroyed him"

"He would want you to do something with it. He wouldn't have given it all to you otherwise"

"His mansion is a tomb. LuthorCorp has questionable dealings." She paused, sighing. "And then there's Lionel Luthor. God knows what he'll do when he finds out." She sighed. "Lex, why did you do this?" she said out loud.

"There's a lot of history there, I know that," he understood. "Why don't we let my mom know… she's dealt with Lionel herself, she'll know better than anybody how to handle LuthorCorp and what to do with it"

"You're right"

He held her close. Soon, they could finally start a new and put the past behind them.

Lois stepped up the barn steps and slowly made her way to the window overlooking the familiar setting. The sun was nearing its rest and memories of an earlier time set in.

So much has changed.

Many for the better.

"Lois?"

She turned and smiled. "Hey"

"We were wondering where you disappeared to"

"Nowhere, really"

"Nowhere seemed like a great place to be," he smiled, sliding his arms underneath her arms, her back falling back on his chest as he held her lovingly. They both watched the sun set before them.

"It's so beautiful." She sighed, thankful. "It's always beautiful here"

"Mom! Dad! Look!" a handsome young boy at seven years of age called out from the ground as he made his way up the stairs. The boy quickly joined his parents, taking his mother's hand, lifting it over his small head so he could get hugged too. He pointed up in the sky. "Is that a meteor dad?"

They looked up in the sky and a wide smile spread across his lips.

"It sure is, Cam"

Cameron is astonished. "Cool!"

The End.