This is the last of the POVs. This is from Clark's POV.

"Now fly."

With those words, Lex Luthor pushed him forward, his eyes soaking up the pleasure of watching the famed "Man of Steel" fight to push himself upright.

Clark struggled to gain his feet. The shard of kryptonite in his side drove sharp agony throughout his entire body. All of his strength was gone, and he barely made it to his feet. Swaying, he turned to face Luthor, who held up both of his hands, the broken half of kryptonite a blazing sign of his weakness.

Breathing hard, he stepped backwards, and lost his balance. His last view was of Luthor, grinning maliciously as he fell over the edge. Then the view of the stormy sky was presented to his eyes as he fell. The sensation was a strange one. He was so used to being able to defy gravity, that finally being subject to its power was frightening.

Suddenly, pain like thousands of tiny knives hit his back as the icy water swelled up to enveloped him. As the water swallowed him, he turned and reached behind him, trying desperately to get a grasp on the kryptonite that pierced his side. He got his fingers on it once and pulled, the pain making his vision go dark. Then his fingers slipped, causing him to lose his grip.

As Clark fought towards the surface, he could almost hear the words his biological father had spoken to him many years before. It gave him the strength to fight to the surface and put his head above the water, filling his lungs with much needed air. He struggled to stay on the surface for as long as he could. Then, the darkness closed in around him, and he knew no more…..

Pain.

That was all that registered in Clark's mind as he slowly came back to consciousness. He was vaguely aware of someone framing his face with their hands, cooling his hot forehead.

Suddenly his back was on fire as the kryptonite was slowly being pulled from his side. Unable to help himself, he let out a cry of pain. Finally, the kryptonite was free, pulled from his body. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was met with Lois' concerned ones. For a moment, he was disoriented, and then his mind steadied.

"How did you find me?" Lois just turned her head to stare at Jason. He followed her gaze, and then looked back up at her as she returned her eyes to him.

"Thank you." He groaned slightly as he got to his feet. He stood unsteadily for a few moments before he felt his strength returning to him. Taking a deep breath, he reached over and opened the side door of the sea plane, wind immediately rushing in as the pressure in the cabin changed.

"What are you doing?" At the sound of Lois' distressed call, he looked back. He knew that he had to go back, no matter what. God knew that he still loved her, but she had Richard, and had already shown that she could move on if he was gone.

"I have to go back." He watched as her face filled with silent fear and pain.

"You're hurt!" It broke his heart to hear the pleading underneath her normally determined voice. Clark was helpless to do anything but look at the woman he loved one last time. He knew in his mind that his chance of surviving what he was about to do were slim. Emotions were battling inside him, each desperate to get out, but none were allowed to get past his iron willed control Once already he had left without saying good bye. He wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

"Good bye Lois."

Question, I've been toying with an idea to do a little of Jason POV, any takers on the idea?