Clark's training had improved to the point where Laura was giving him martial arts training. Clark's ability to learn was impressive, it helped that he had a range of trainers as well. Brunhilde was still giving him dance lessons and sword training but she was planning on handing him off to Harry for more advanced weapons. Harry's millions of years practice with a lightsabre and other bladed weapons made him unbeatable. It also helped that Clark couldn't hurt him; already Brunhilde was having to heal herself from various nicks and cuts. Clark refused to participate in these lessons unless Harry was there after he nearly managed to remove her head.

The day following a party near Crater Lake, Harry received an interesting patient in his office at the school.

"Your core temperature is far too low, you should be dead." Harry frowned as he examined Sean Kelvin.

"I j-j-just c-c-can't get wa-a-arm." The near blue boy chattered uncontrollably.

Harry placed a hand on Sean's head. "Yeah, you need a hospital." Harry declared, he went to move his hand away but Sean held it there.

Harry was fairly surprised as he felt his body heat being leeched out of him and the colour return to Sean's skin.

Sean stood up suddenly and smiled. "Whoa! Thanks Doc, I feel much better." He said as he made for the door.

"Sit your ass back down kid." Harry snapped as he shoved Sean back into the chair. "You still need to go to the hospital to make sure you don't relapse. Now wait here whilst I call an ambulance."

A few minutes later Harry returned and Harry was annoyed to discover that Sean had bolted.

"Dammit!" He quickly sent out a mental message to his family to keep an eye out for him.


"It's times like this I wish the triplets weren't in baby form." Harry moaned as he sat down in the living room at the castle that afternoon.

"I thought Emma and Jean were powerful telepaths as well?" Martha asked.

"We are." Emma confirmed. "But the girls have an ability to listen to all thoughts and acquire knowledge as necessary. They have a range of nearly one hundred miles and have the ability to filter through millions of thoughts. It is something that neither Jean or myself could hope to achieve."

"It sounds very noisy." Martha grimaced. "And just a little bit invasive."

"They only do it in an emergency and they don't usually focus on who the thinker is."

"It's a power I am glad I don't have." Harry nodded. "You leaving early, Martha?" Harry asked as she handed a two-year-old Celeste to Harry.

"Yes, Lex Luthor asked us to come and listen to a proposal he is making to the local farmers, I'm trying to convince Jonathan to give him the benefit of the doubt." She said with clear frustration towards her husband.

"Oh, well, take Dani with you then. She could give you some advice too, I enjoy the farm work but she handles the business side of things."

"Actually, Dear, Amara handles the business side of things." Emma smirked.

"What? But she always goes to the meetings and comes home nattering away about it."

"And Amara is the one who has to reign her in when she goes overboard."

"Huh... I never knew that." Harry said slightly shocked. "Well... take 'em both."


After hearing that they were brought to Lex's mansion under false pretences, however noble, Jonathan had attempted to leave in a righteous huff. He didn't count on his two new friends.

"Jonathan! Why didn't you tell us you were having trouble?" Dani asked slightly hurt as they sat in the Luthor Mansion.

"Well... things were getting better with all the help you've giving us." Jonathan could deal with an arrogant Luthor but a hurt Danielle Moonstar was another matter, he couldn't see them as beings as old as civilisation, they looked and behaved like young adults, they reminded him of what he had hoped his daughters would be like had he and Martha been able to conceive.

"You wouldn't let us help you, remember." Amara pointed out as she sat next to Martha on the comfortable leather sofa.

"Not financially, no. But you saved us so much just by fixing the harvester." He said with a pointed look as he referred to Harry's mending of the blades after Clark bent them saving his life from Greg Arkin. "And the work you did on the tractor? It's stronger, quieter and uses less fuel. We were in trouble but we aren't anymore."

Martha just smiled softly at the interaction between her husband and the two girls. He truly enjoyed having them around the farm. She had to agree as often it was a lonely job, but Amara and Dani would always keep one of them company.

"Thank you for your generous offer Lex, but it seems your information is out of date." Martha smiled.

Lex was just stunned. "I didn't actually get to make the offer." He muttered. The two young ladies that had accompanied the Kents were beautiful, but their personalities were quite opposite. Amara was quiet and regal, yet held an authority that had him feeling he should be bowing to her slightly. Dani was a bundle of excitement and happiness. It was no wonder they had even the stubborn Jonathan Kent wrapped around their finger.

The lights flickering off before the power came back on interrupted them. "At least we know the generator works." Lex smiled reassuringly.


Harry arrived at the home of Jenna Barnum moments before the ambulances and police. He always had the police frequency on in the afternoons, especially if there was a known psychopath on the loose. With Sean leeching heat from people he was on high alert.

He slipped into the house quickly and instantly found indications of foul play... especially as he was staring at the soul of Jenna Barnum.

"Follow me and I'll put you back in your body."

Jenna just looked at him sadly. No one else could hear souls that hadn't crossed over even if he allowed others to see them, but he could communicate with them easily enough.

"I can heal anything, and if I find something that's too difficult I can just create a new body for you." Harry assured her.

Upstairs in the bathroom he found Jenna's frozen and shattered body with her mother crying on the floor. He quickly set to work as he heard the Sheriff entering the building.

"Quick, lie down in your body!" Harry ordered as he finished reassembling it.

Jenna was too shocked to comply so he reached out and grabbed her soul flinging it into her body and erasing her and her mother's memories of him before he vanished just as Sheriff Miller reached the bathroom.

Deciding to head to the most likely individual involved in stopping these attacks he reappeared next to Clark who was also frozen and lying next to a crashed pickup truck. He could tell Clark was still alive so he quickly melted him.

"Clark, report." Harry ordered.

"It was Sean, he killed Jenna Barnum and tried to kill Chloe! I tracked him here."

"Is Chloe ok?"

"Yeah, I got to her in time. Harry, that's Whitney's car."

In the distance they noticed the lights of the Luthor Mansion flicker and then die. They shared a look before they both headed that way.


Clark arrived ahead of Harry with his super-speed as Sean was advancing on his mother and Amara.

"Stay away from them Sean." Clark said angrily.

"Clark, hasn't Scott taught you not to banter with the bad guys if you have the advantage?" Harry snapped in exasperation as he suddenly appeared.

"Clark? Back for more? Maybe I'll keep you around as a permanent heat source. I'm sure your mom and your girlfriend here will make a tasty appetizer." Sean taunted.

"And that is why you don't banter, very few bad guys can pull it off." Harry said with a roll of his eyes. "Amara, why don't you let Magma out to play?" Harry smirked.

Amara smiled at Harry as her body turned to super hot lava and Martha was forced to step away because of the heat.

"Whoa... I could live off you forever!" Sean said in awe.

Magma just floated forward and grabbed the awestruck Sean and teleported away.

"Wow... I didn't know she could do that." Clark said as he stared at the melted ground.

"That's her mutant power." Harry explained as he waved a hand restoring the scorched earth. "They aren't all that flashy or useful."

"We should get back inside and let the others know what happened." Martha suggested. "Harry, can you fix this?" She asked as she indicated the burnt out fuse box.


"Looks like everything is sorted." Lex smiled reassuringly at Whitney and Lana who had sought shelter at the mansion when Kelvin attacked them.

"Lex? Was that you?" Jonathan called out as he re-entered the room with Dani.

"No, I've been here since you and Mrs. Kent ran off with my torches." Lex laughed.

"It was probably Martha and Amara then." Dani shrugged.

"And Clark and Harry." Martha added as she returned with the aforementioned duo.

"Greetings all!" Harry waved cheerily. "Very nice place you have here Lex. Reminds me of home."

"Thank you, you were in the area?" Lex asked.

"Clark finished saving Chloe and was tracking Sean down, and I ran into him. I teamed up with him and we tracked him to Mr. Fordman's pickup. It was a short intellectual leap to finding him here when we saw the lights of the mansion go out."

"Sean was here?" Lana asked worriedly. She had been with Clark in Lex's limo on the way to a Radiohead concert when he was reported as being wanted for Jenna Barnum's murder. She had been pretty upset that Clark dumped her.

"Was." Martha emphasised. "Amara took care of it."

"I should call the police." Lex frowned.

"Tell them he was here but we ran him off. Don't know where he's gone now." Harry called out, ignoring the suspicious looks from the Kents.

"Wait... you ditched me because Chloe was in danger? Why didn't you say so?" Lana demanded.

"What did he tell you?" Dani asked.

"He just said he had to go and it was really important." Lana glared at the farm boy.

Harry started slapping Clark about the head lightly. "Really? You couldn't have said 'Chloe's in danger!' or 'Sean is after Chloe' or how about 'life and death, be right back!'"

"Ow! I'm sorry! Cut it out!" Clark whined as he fended off Harry's attack.

"A few more for me Harry." Lana called over from where she was stuck next to Whitney with a twisted ankle.

"Yes ma'am."

"Gerrof!"

"Harry, as much as Clark deserves it, maybe you should have a look at Lana and her ankle?" Dani suggested.

"Oh, sure."

"Ok, the little runt's been run off." Amara brushed her hands as she walked back in. This garnered her another suspicious look from the mother and son contingent of the Kent Clan.

"Doesn't seem very smart to go after him alone." Lex remarked as he hung up the phone. "Sheriff said the same thing."

"It will be a cold day in hell when a high school brat can take on Amara Aquilla." Dani said as she smirked at Amara. "Very cold."


"Harry, where are we going?" Martha asked as they followed him into the depths of the Castle.

"The dungeons. I know you are wondering what we did with Sean, so I thought I would show you." Harry explained.

The dungeons appeared to be just as they sounded. Dark and dank stone with bars on the cells. But when they looked into the cells they saw they were lined with grey metal, there were doors leading to private bathrooms but the beds were in the open, a television sat in the corner of each cell.

It was the occupants that surprised them. Greg Arkin, Walt Arnold, Tina Greer and now Sean Kelvin.

None of the occupants seemed to notice them.

"Shouldn't they be with the police?" Jonathan asked, this did not sit right with him.

"The police aren't equipped to handle them. Each of these people could escape police custody with ease. In the process they would kill untold numbers." Jean explained as she joined them from a small office nearby. "Arkin and Greer both have super strength and Arnold and Kelvin can kill from a distance and use their powers to escape confinement."

"But it can't be right to keep them prisoner like this." Jonathan argued.

"This is why we were asked to come to this universe. Each of them is guilty of murder or attempted murder. We are hopeful that Greg Arkin can be rehabilitated though. Greer, Arnold and Kelvin will be serving out standard sentences." Harry answered.

"But what gives you the right to make these decisions?"

"Whoever created me." Harry shrugged. "I am Death, an Aspect of Existence. There are very few who are equal to me and I have not yet met them, mainly because they don't exist like I do."

"Who are they?" Clark asked.

"Time is one, Magic, Love is actually another."

"You can communicate with Time and Love? These... aspects?" Martha asked.

"No, I just know that they are Aspects like myself. The Phoenix council and various gods have also helped to teach me." He said indicating Jean.

"Just how powerful are you?" Martha asked.

"Nobody truly knows." Jean spoke up. "Harry is the only known physical manifestation of an Aspect. The closest there have been are avatars, like the gods of old; Death had Hades amongst the Greek Pantheon and the Valkyries amongst the Norse. Love had Aphrodite with the Greek Gods.

"In theory, as Death, Harry could literally end all life on the mortal realm."

"But I wouldn't know how to do that and I definitely don't want to do that." Harry added quickly.

"I don't care how powerful you are, I'm still not comfortable with you acting like judge and jury." Jonathan maintained his stance.

"Well, just remember that I outrank you and it's not your call."

"Where's Jeremy Creek?" Clark asked suddenly.

"Due to his partial amnesia we have him in some of our special classes until he can be enrolled in a Metropolis High School." Jean answered.

"But he killed people." Martha exclaimed.

"He suffered severe psychosis from being woken so abruptly. His last memories were of being in the cornfield as the meteors fell, he then wakes up and a decade has passed... his amnesia is a blessing as it allows us to help him. We are hoping to move Greg Arkin soon as well; his psychotic behaviour is a result of having foreign instincts forced on him. The same thing happened to my dad when he was a teenager, for him it was Hyenas."

Harry smiled as he could see Jonathan really wasn't sure about all this. "Just remember, I have been alive for nearly twenty million years, I've worked in a fair amount of universes, I've always had good reviews."

"Most dictators do when they control the media." Jonathan muttered.

"Yeah, but it will be a couple of years before I get to that point." Harry said dismissively to a shocked Jonathan and amused Martha and Clark.


It was a week later and Clark and Pete found them called to the Principal's office.

"Mr. Kent, Mr. Ross, as you should both be aware all students are required to perform thirty days community service. I have yet to receive your forms." She informed them.

"Oh, I filled one out today actually." Clark said as he produced his application form.

Emma took it, gave it a once over and rolled her eyes.

"I thought we were going to discuss this and sign up for the same thing." Pete was whispering harshly at Clark.

"We were but you kept putting it off!" Clark muttered out the corner of his mouth.

"I can still hear you both, gentlemen." Emma remarked dryly without looking up.

Both boys clammed up and stood stiffly.

"Mr. Ross, would you like me to assign you the same activities as Mr. Kent has applied for?"

"Err..."

"He'll do it." Clark jumped in.

"Amazing powers of ventriloquism Mr. Ross, I have no idea how you got Mr. Kent's mouth to move, but I will need to hear it directly from your own lips." She smirked as both boys blushed.


"Clark, wait up!"

Clark turned to see Harry walking towards him down the crowded corridor.

"I'll catch up." Clark assured Pete and Chloe.

"What's up Doctor Potter?"

"Seriously Clark, you couldn't have stopped at 'What's up Doc?'" Harry pouted. "We need to work on your sense of humour."

"I'm not sure it's mine that needs the work." Clark smiled.

"Maybe you're right. Follow me, we need to talk."

Clark was a little worried. It was the end of the day; he hoped there wasn't another super powered student to deal with. Clark obediently followed Harry to the doctor's office.

Harry closed the door behind them.

"Is it true you applied for community work at the old people's home?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Clark said slowly.

"Did you do this because Lana works there?"

"No! Of course not!" Clark lied very unconvincingly.

"First of all, you lie like crap, in other words, you stink at it. Secondly, I can see souls and it actually lets me see if someone is lying to me. Thirdly, you are bordering on stalking, with Lana." Harry warned.

"What?!"

"I'm surprised Chloe and Pete haven't said anything, if either of them were doing it then you would have said the same thing!"

"That's not true." Clark said defensively.

Harry just laughed. "Compare your actions with those of Tina Greer and see what answer you come up with. I'll give you good news and bad news.

"The good news is that Lana likes you. If she breaks up with Whitney you are a shoe in for his replacement.

"The bad news is she wants to give it a shot with Whitney... personally I think she is beating a dead horse but that's just me.

"You are also creeping her out a little with the stalking. Remember that in the past few months she's had two already."

There was a knock at the door, both men stared at the door, Harry sighed. "Speaking of stalkers... Clark I'll see you later for your daily dose of Tower Tossing." He said as he opened the door to reveal Felice Chandler in her cheerleader outfit. "Miss Chandler, I can guarantee from here that your thighs are in good health."

"Are you sure, Doctor, I'd really feel better if you would take a closer look. Maybe feel them... just to make sure." She said flirtatiously.

Clark sat there out of sight his jaw hanging limply.

"Wouldn't you just feel bad though if I went home and it turned out something was wrong with my long silky thighs."

"I'm fairly certain I will manage to live with myself." Harry said firmly. "If you're that worried I could arrange for an ambulance to take you to the hospital."

"No, I'll be fine I guess." She pouted as she turned and walked away with a lot of sway in her hips.

Harry closed the door quickly and leaned back on it, releasing a long breath.

"There is no way I am as bad as that." Clark stated firmly.


"Harry! Harry!"

Everyone turned as Clark burst into the living room of the castle frantically calling for his mentor.

"Clark? What's wrong?" Martha asked as she handed off a three year old Mindee to Lorna.

"I- I need to speak to Harry, where is he."

Martha was worried, Clark was agitated. Scared even.

"He's up on the tower." Jean frowned.

Clark vanished in a gust of wind.


Clark ascended the stairs at super speed.

Clark opened the door at super-speed.

Harry went flying at super-speed... just not under his own power.

"Oh shi-"


Dani and Amara were helping Jonathan move some hay; it had been an enjoyable day. Working with Jonathan and Martha, relaxing, for them even. Up until now the Kents had been reluctant to accept the gift of magic. Jonathan definitely enjoyed the benefits of having the girls working on the farm, but was still suspicious of being given these powers with 'no strings attached'. There were always strings attached.

The actual truth was that he was afraid the girls would stop helping around the farm if they accepted the powers, he would truly miss them. But Jonathan was an expert at denial.

"yyyyyyyeeeeeeeaaAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGG"

*CRASH*

*THUD*

Jonathan and the girls quickly ran into the barn to see what had happened, Dani held him back at the entrance as Amara went first to scout.

"Dani!"

"No powers, no going anywhere till it's deemed safe." Dani smirked at her 'hostage'.

Jonathan just glared at her.

"Its just Harry." Amara called out.

They rushed in and Jonathan immediately felt the need to vomit, fortunately he was made of stronger stuff. "My god! What happened? I thought he was invulnerable!"

"Well... un-killable would be more accurate." Dani explained. "You can destroy his body as easily as any other human, but he will always recover."

"He can come back from that?!" Jonathan asked, the stench was terrible, as Harry's guts had been spilt open along with crushing nearly every bone in his body from the impact.

"I am not going back in that!"

Jonathan spun around to see an ethereal image of Harry Potter standing there.

"Harry? Are you dead?"

"Nope, just having an out of body experience."

"Would you just fix your body and get back in!" Dani demanded.

"Would you want to get back in that? I'd feel unclean for a week! I'll just create a new one." He waved his hand and his broken body disappeared.

"Harry... I think you have another bonded on in this universe." Amara said hesitantly.

Harry looked down at his ethereal body and could see the links to his bonded as streams of light that faded off after a foot or so towards the castle. Two of the streams were connected to Dani and Amara, but two separate streams much weaker than the others were pointing one to the west and the other the east.

"Huh... I guess we could go and investigate at some point." Harry said in suppressed surprise.

"HARRY! HARRY!"

"In here Clark." Dani called out.

A gust of wind and Clark joined them. "Oh god! I killed Harry!" He cried.

"Please!" Harry scoffed. "People more powerful than you have tried and failed."

"But aren't you dead?"

"Nah, just a nobody." He smirked.

"Speaking of which, hurry up and build your new one." Dani ordered.


"So this Cassandra claims she can tell you the future?" Harry asked as the five of them sat around the Kents table having heard about Clark's encounter with a seer at the old people's home.

"I told you Clark, no one can-"

"You really don't want to finish that sentence." Dani winced.

Jonathan looked at her in disbelief.

Amara laughed. "Jonathan, you already know that magic and aliens exist, Harry brought us here through space and time."

Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "I suppose it is a bit silly to keep doubting things."

"I believe her, I just don't want to be the last person alive!" Clark said desperately.

"Really not going to happen." Harry shrugged. "I. Can. Not. Die!" Harry said as he poked at Clark's forehead, punctuating his words. "None of us in the castle can truly die anymore, if we are all still here when the universe dies out do you honestly think I will leave you here alone?

"Clark, I know how much torture that would be, I spent over ten million years alone in my home universe my only other company was my best friend Neville, a Phoenix who would visit me every few hundred thousand years. Trust me, you will never be alone if I have something to say about it."


The following day Emma made an announcement to the school that there was a murderer in Smallville. Harry had arrived at the home of Jim Gage when the call came over the police scanner only to find he was too late and the man's soul had moved on.

Sheriff Miller was not pleased with Emma's actions.

"You could start a panic in town!"

"I could save their lives by making them more cautious!"

"We will have everyone suspecting each other and turning on each other!"

"I'm not a fool, Sheriff." Emma spat. "I gave them enough knowledge to know that it is unlikely to be someone they knew. This person appears to be following the signature of Harry Bolston, whom we both know is missing from the Home."

"Bolston is an old man with arthritis, there is no way he could do this."

"Which just means he likely has an apprentice or a copycat, either way the killer is unlikely to deviate too far from the established signature." Emma explained more calmly, but personally she wasn't going to make any assumptions about it not being Bolston until they caught the culprit. "The students know not to let strangers in the house at night and not to open the door unless they can verify the identity and purpose of the visitor. They also know not to go out alone."


"Harry, Cassandra gave me another vision!" Clark said as he rushed into the castle.

"And?"

"Someone is going to die. Oh and we think Harry Bolston was de-aged somehow."

"How do you know this?" Emma asked.

Clark couldn't help his blush as he saw Emma was dressed in her costume today.

"Clarkie come play?" Clark looked down to see a five-year-old Mindee smiling up at him hopefully.

"Mindee sweetheart, come play with me for a bit. Clark has to talk with Harry." Martha smiled.

Mindee pouted but joined Martha and her sisters with Lorna and Jean.

"Clark? You were explaining?" Scott prompted.

"Chloe looked up the news articles from Bolston's crimes, she found a picture of him and realised we actually spoke to him in the Talon."

"Would you mind if I took the memory of Bolston and shared it amongst us?" Emma requested.

Clark looked very uncomfortable.

Emma just rolled her eyes. "I am fully aware, without reading your mind, that you are trying not to think about my body, I promise not to go searching for anything other than Mr. Bolston."

Clark had surpassed tomato and attained beetroot levels of blushing.


"Come in."

Emma was quite bemused when Clark led a scowling and reluctant Chloe Sullivan into her office trailed by Pete Ross.

"Principal Frost, Chloe made a discovery about Harry Bolston." Clark said as he pushed Chloe forward. If looks could kill Chloe would have easily killed Clark.

"Miss Sullivan?" Emma prompted.

"Bolston is going after people he thinks wronged him. More specifically their children. The ones who stopped him from attending the advanced music schools and put him in jail." She stated grumpily. There was no love lost between the two blondes.

Chloe had managed to put the facts together after Clark rescued Zoe Garfield who was the granddaughter of one of the jurors who put Harry Bolston away for murder.

"You have compiled a file?"

"Just a few paper clippings." She shrugged.

Emma reached into her desk for a pad and pen and began writing out three notes. "Mr. Ross, take these notes to your teachers for your last lessons of the day, then join Mr. Kent and Miss Sullivan in compiling as comprehensive a file as you can on your findings. I will alert the Sheriff to your discovery."

"You're actually letting us run with this?" Chloe asked in surprise.

"You have made the initial discovery, you have a grasp on the current situation. Lives are at stake Miss Sullivan, now is not the time to be playing power games." She warned. "You have work to do. I will check up on you at the beginning of the next period."


Harry Bolston made the unfortunate mistake of going after Jonathan Kent when he was out of the house. Martha was home but Amara was with her, mainly because Chloe had discovered that Jonathan's grandfather was on the jury that convicted him and each of the former jurors or their families were being watched.

"Pitiful little man." Amara muttered disdainfully as she sent a burst of green light at Bolston causing him to drop to the ground lifelessly.

"Amara! What did you do?" Martha exclaimed.

"She delivered justice to an unrepentant murderer." Came Harry's voice. "Now I will give him final judgement."

Martha watched as Harry's hand reached out and caused a naked ethereal image of an elderly Harry Bolston to appear.

"For your crimes I condemn you to complete and utter annihilation." Harry growled.

The image began to scream silently as it slowly began to disintegrate before their eyes.

Martha was horrified.

"You are the first mortal in this universe to witness me perform my duties as Death." He told her quietly. "Are you going to be ok?"

Martha could only stare at the last place she had seen Harry Bolston's soul.

"I will take her to the castle. Bring Jonathan when he arrives?" Amara asked.


"Can I get a little help here?!"

Clark and Harry had just arrived at the Retirement Home, as Clark wanted to introduce Harry to Cassandra, as they arrived they heard Lex's distraught call.

"Lex, what happened?" Harry asked.

"Cassandra... she was holding my hand... she just... died."

"Stay with Lex." Harry ordered Clark as it was clear Lex was fairly shaken up.

Harry rushed into the room and knew with a glance that Cassandra was dead. Mainly because he could see her soul standing next to her body.

"Congratulations, you have reached the end of this stage of existence." Harry smiled at her. "I am Death, normally I would allow you to pass on to the other side peacefully, but I would like to offer you something else."

Cassandra was seemingly at peace with her death, she had seen it happen after all. But it was still a scary thought to meet Death himself. She had no reason to doubt him as she was obviously dead and this man was conversing with her.

"Our young friend out there, Clark. He needs friends, he considers you a friend and I would like you to be that friend. To that end, I am offering you a fresh new life. I will restore your youth and give you a place and a purpose with my family where you can be a friend to Clark."

Cassandra asked him something only he could hear.

"No, no strings attached. Should the time come, you will be free to leave our company and live out the remainder of this second life. I can't control what happens when you pass over, I only control when you pass over. I'm told there are good things on the other side."

Cassandra spoke and nodded hesitantly.

Harry leaned forward and plucked a hair from her head. "Stay close to me, when we are alone I will rebuild your body."


"I'm fine Clark, really." Lex assured his younger friend. "I was just shocked, it's not everyday someone nearly dies in your arms."

"I've made it a personal mission to make sure it doesn't happen to me." Clark agreed thinking of when he had Lex's life in his hands at their first meeting.

Lex could only chuckle.

"She's gone. I've alerted the nurses and I'll need to sign off on the death certificate." Harry announced.

"Was she... did she...?"

"She died very peacefully, Clark. Never even knew it happened."

"He's right, even I didn't realise she had gone until she didn't respond and she was holding my hand the entire time."

"No... she knew... she told me someone close to me would die... she was right."

"Just because someone tells you the future, it doesn't mean you are obligated to make it happen. Some glimpses, like Cassandra's death, are beyond the control of mortal man. Others should be considered gifts to give us hope or the chance to make things better."

"You believe she was a seer, Harry?" Lex asked.

"Oh yes." Harry said with certainty. "She gave Clark enough to prove that. But fate is not written in stone."


Harry ordered Clark to drive Lex home and he ordered Lex to comply. This left him to sign off on Cassandra's death and then get back home.

"Harry? Where's Clark?" Martha asked. As the triplets all ran up to hug him.

"Cassandra passed away, Lex was there when she went and it shook him up so I asked Clark to drive him home."

"Oh dear, is Clark ok?" Martha asked.

"He will be. Especially as I brought him home a new friend." Harry smirked as he reached out a hand and caused Cassandra's soul to become visible.

"Harry, I don't think Miss Cassandra is quite as comfortable with nudity as Emma is." Scott commented with averted eyes.

Cassandra was covering her body as souls are naked and she was displaying hers.

"Oops, sorry." Harry said as he removed his hand. "I'll just build your body." He told the thin air.

"..."

"Yes, yes! Complete with clothes!"

"..."

"Sorry, I'm the only one who can do this, not because I'm Death, it's a whole other aspect of being me."

"..."

"Ha! I am far older than I look young lady. I'm older than humanity."

"..."

"I've seen plenty of naked bodies, Cassie. I am also a licensed doctor."

"..."

"Fine! Here!" He huffed as he conjured a privacy screen.

Martha and the others looked on as Harry appeared to have a conversation with no one.

"..."

"I'm going to create the clothes as I create your body! Speaking of which, Martha, are you squeamish? You are going to see all of her internal anatomy."

Martha shook herself as she realised Harry was talking to her. "I think I'll be fine."

Harry just went back to work and Martha watched whilst he created Cassandra's new body.

When he was finished there was a young blonde woman lying in mid-air.

"Come on, let's get you in there." Harry gestured to the disembodied soul.

A few seconds later and Cassandra was staring in amazement at her youthful body in a conjured mirror.

"Are you sure I haven't been reincarnated or crossed over to heaven?"

"You're alive, Cassie. If you want we can go and see your dead body."

"I can see how she would be confused, Emma does look somewhat angelic." Lorna smirked.

She received a round of disbelieving stares from the other women. "I said 'looks'!"

"Perhaps I should leave, I don't think I should be here if this is your changing room." Cassandra said bashfully.

"Huh?" Harry asked.

"I think she's talking about Emma's outfit... or lack there of." Jean laughed.

"Oh... relax Cassie, Emma has never been fond of clothes and whenever she is home she dresses in as little as possible." Harry assured her as he led her to a seat.

"And I only wear this because Martha is a constant visitor." She remarked with a smirk causing Martha took a little guilty. "Oh relax dear, you are more than welcome here, especially as you allow Dani and Amara to scratch their itches."

"I what?" Martha asked worriedly.

"Farming, Martha. Farming." Jean laughed. "We know that you and Jonathan are not the type to engage in a polyamarous relationship. Dani and Amara think of Jonathan as a little brother and you are their beloved sister-in-law."

"Yes... but for the record, Dani will be looking to try and get Clark to be open to it." Lorna warned.

"So will my girls when they are grown up." Emma said approvingly.

"Clark? Dating more than one girl at a time?" Martha laughed. "He has enough trouble even talking to Lana!"

"Yes, but he has eternity to learn."

Martha sobered at that thought.


Explaining Cassandra to Clark and Jonathan was a step further in proving Harry was Death. Clark wanted to believe but Jonathan disliked the idea. He thought Harry was a great person, but he had issues trying to comprehend that all that power belonged to a single person. In his book the more power a person had the more corrupt they became.

"I guess there isn't any denying that you are Death." Jonathan sighed.

"Well... you can deny it... you'll just be wrong." Laura teased as she had joined them with Scott.

"Does this mean you'll accept Harry's gift of magic?" Dani asked excitedly from Jonathan's left.

"Why are you so eager for us to become magicals?" Martha asked from his right, Amara on her right.

"I just guess it will feel like you truly accept us." She said as she let her hair fall to hide her face.

Jonathan smiled at her softly and put an arm around her shoulders.

"Look, accept the gift of magic. Other than the initial lessons on how to use it you don't have to ever worry about it. At least it will give you a method of defence if you are attacked again." Scott offered.

Jonathan nodded slowly, his eyes lowered in thought. "Ok. I would be a fool not to take any chance to defend my family."