A/N Come on, I couldn't just leave you there!! I hope that 2010's going okay for everybody. Here's the next part :-) Please review if you have time, and special thanks to Sarah for her honest reviews!

Previously...

"Come on man, let's get out of the way. Lois will be fine while you just change quickly. Then we can get right back."

Clark took a step next to Oliver and they turned in the direction of the exit.

"Code blue! Room 215! Code blue!"

Alarms sounded and medical staff raced towards Lois' room, as she went into cardiac arrest.

Time ceased to exist, the world itself stopped spinning as Lois Lane's heart stopped beating. It was almost as if the entire universe was paying respect to her: A final goodbye to the woman who had kicked more butts than anyone else Clark knew. She was feisty, irritating and would never let anything go, but neither Clark, Chloe or Oliver could live without her. Once you'd met Lois Lane, you didn't forget her - not ever. She always made an impression, how couldn't she?

The events almost seemed as if they were going in slow motion, doctors running frantically talking about defibrillators and compressions. Tears streamed down Chloe's face as Oliver held her in his arms, a look of disbelief on his face.

She couldn't be dying, she just couldn't be.

But there she was, helpless. Lying on a bed surrounded by strangers as they tried to revive her, all the while, her loved ones quivered outside. It was backwards.

Clark stared at her face, pale and unfamiliar as it was, and couldn't stand it. He was supposed to save her. If there was anyone worth saving, it was her. She was the girl who stole his coffee, scribbled on his articles and constantly teased him with a smug smile on her face. She was the girl who had barged her way into his life and infused it with sarcasm and general volume. She was the thorn in his side that had burrowed deeper and deeper into him until it was beyond removal.

But somewhere upon the way, that thorn unknowingly stumbled into his heart. And now it felt as if some higher power was wrenching it from him, taking her away forever. And there was no way that Clark was gunna let that happen.

But what could he do?

Six times.

Six times Lois had died, only to be revived again by the exhausted doctors who had worked on her for over an hour and a half.

Chloe was in pieces, Oliver's face hadn't seemed to change over the entire time span and every muscle in Clark's body remained tense, as if waiting for her to stop breathing once again.

"Miss Sullivan?" a tentative doctor tried to talk to Chloe, but any attempt she made to reply was stifled by a whimper.

Clark and Oliver stepped protectively on either side of her, and addressed the wary man. "She's been here a long time. We just need to know how Lois is doing."

The doctor nodded graciously and replied, "Miss Lane has some broken ribs and a collapsed lung, but we have her on a ventilator to keep her breathing strong. The wood from the building has wounded her abdomen, she's lost a lot of blood." His gaze flicked to Clark's shirt, before continuing, "But she's stable now. The thing is, we've been forced to induce a coma so that she has the energy she needs to heal."

Oliver quickly asked, "What are her chances of survival?"

Looking uncomfortable, the doctor spoke more softly than his previous professional tone. "I'm not going to lie to you. It didn't look good. But now, I'd say it's fifty-fifty. It all comes down to how long she was in there and how strong she is. But she's put up quite a fight already."

"Can we sit with her?" Clark took Chloe's hand and squeezed it. She gripped his hand tightly, and leeched Oliver and Clark for comfort. She didn't need this today, not after what had happened to Jimmy.

"I don't see how that could be a problem, though if a nurse comes in you must stay out of their way." They all nodded, feeling like children being told what not to do. "And if you are asked to leave, say that Doctor Richardson has said that you can sit here." Dr Richardson finished with a warm smile before receiving a page and dashing off to some other disaster. These were the heroes that didn't need a disguise.

They all headed into the small room, shutting the door behind them. Luckily there was a large sofa-like chair big enough for the three of them to sit upon comfortably. Oliver went out to get some coffee, and returned to find Clark sat with Chloe leaning on him, her legs outstretched, both of them were asleep.

A small smile touching his lips, Oliver went over to the chair beside Lois' bed, slightly shocked that it was almost midnight. He sat down and watched Lois for a minute, trying to look past the tube of the ventilator going into her mouth and the drip cord leaking a coctail that surely contained morphine into her system. It felt strange, the thought of losing Lois for good this time. She was strong, he knew, but the possibility that she might not make it was just too much. Looking quickly at Chloe and Clark to check that they were asleep, Oliver organised his thoughts before he began.

"Hey Lois. Look, I know you probably can't hear me right now. But I figured that if there's a chance that you can hear me, I might as well take advantage of the fact that you can't talk. Sorry, now's not a great time to attempt humour, but I've been awake for over 24 hours and I've not drank my coffee yet.

"I know we've been through a lot, with my jetting off everywhere running a business and with my extra curricular activities being quite committing. But... It got me thinking, that maybe it took not having you in my life to realize that I want more. That I should get something for me. And, I know what you're thinking: That it didn't work the last time. But now, I've got so many more people helping me and with the Blur and all the rest of the guys I have more time on my hands. And I want to spend that time with you.

"I want to be with you Lois. But you have to get better first, okay?"

Oliver leant back into his chair and let go of Lois' hand that he had taken in his own subconsciously as he was talking to her. Taking one last look at her, Oliver closed his eyes - Clark could always heat up the coffee later - and went to sleep. He was oblivious that Clark had been watching him the whole time and was now resisting the urge to set him on fire.

Not that he was jealous, or anything.