I've posted this story on two sites. So I wrote two endings to see the reviews I would get. I knew how I wanted to end it and that was with Clark getting shot at the wedding. Then I was hit with an idea for a sequel so I wrote a two part Epilogue. The Sequel is called "Finding My Way" and I'm currently working on a music video for it. Don't worry, there will be a happy ever after.
Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me on this story. I enjoyed writing it and I enjoyed everyone's feedback. Even the haters. :) Gotta love the fans. I hope all of you come to read the sequel and I can't wait for the reviews you leave me. I really do write because of the readers.
Epilogue
Oliver stood inside the hospital room like he did everyday. The beeping of the machines the only sign of life still in Clark Kent's body. Lex had finally snapped and decided to do the job himself. Only the bullet hadn't hit true. It had grazed Clark's skull but it was still enough to ruin everything. Clark had passed out from the lose of blood which eventually lead to him slipping into a coma.
Oliver had done everything he could to help Clark and Lana. He'd paid for Clark's hospitalization and for his doctors. He had made sure Lex was put a way for good. But no matter how much money he threw at the situation the result was the same. Clark Kent wasn't waking up. There was little hope to that outcome since Clark had been in a coma for four years now.
Max had stopped coming to the hospital after two years. He had his family to take care of and now that Edge and Lex were gone he could safely do that. Chloe stopped coming shortly after. Lana hadn't left his bedside. Not till about two months ago. Oliver refused to leave his brothers side. But he didn't blame Chloe and her husband Pete to get Lana to start to move on with her life. The world was still rotating and Lana had a future. Yeah, she loved Clark very much. But when he finally gave her his letter she cracked and began to mourn him.
Now only Oliver waited in the hospital room. He didn't know where the others were, just that their lives had finally started to move forward. One day Clark might wake up and he could have his happily ever after with Lana. At least that's what he and Lana prayed for. But after four years, hope was gone.
Lana stood in the middle of the Kent driveway. The sun was softly setting behind the barn and the gentle rays of sun set the house aglow. She stood still, her arms folded across her chest. She once had a future on this land. A future with Clark, her husband. They had finally gotten married but Lex had destroyed her happily ever after. She wished she could sleep soundly at night knowing that bastard was behind bars but without Clark by her side she couldn't sleep. Not after four years.
Chloe and Pete had set her down a few nights ago. When she saw their wedding bands it put another crack in her heart. She hadn't the heart to be Chloe's maid of honor. She had known she wouldn't have been able to be happy at her best friends wedding but she had still gone. And she had cried the entire time.
Now she stood on the farm taking her friends advice and saying goodbye. Saying goodbye to her happily ever after, her dreams of having a family on this farm, cooking pies and letting them cool in the window. She was saying goodbye to Clark.
She still wore her wedding ring and she always would. Clark was her soul mate. Her one true love. Nothing would change that. No one would. Their love went beyond where it was now. She would look into his blue eyes again. She had faith she would survive. She already had for four years.
Tears slipped from her eyes and landed in the dust at her feet. Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered all the times she had rushed through the kitchen door to see him. The time she had come to the farm and seen the barn door shot up and how her heart had broken when she thought he was dead. The times they would fall asleep on the couch while watching a movie. When she would watch him working on his fathers truck and how he'd hit his head on the hood when she'd surprise him.
All of that was in the past. A past she wished she could relieve. To stop all those tragic events that happened to them. But in the end she knew it made their love stronger. Proved that they were meant to be. And if Clark were here, he would argue that point to her. He had fought for their love. Proved to her that they were meant to be. And when she had opened her heart and fully let him into her life. She had lost him.
She turned back to her jeep and got in. One day she would be strong enough to move into the farm. Like Clark had wished. She started her car and gripped her steering wheel. She could see him walking out of the barn with a rag in his hands wiping off the grease from the tractor. A huge smile on his face when he saw her. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the image from the past. She pulled the jeep around and headed down the driveway and back onto the main road. Back to her apartment that held similar and just as painful memories.
The hospital room was quiet except for the constant beeping of Clark's heart monitor. Soft blues filled the room. A vase with roses from Lana was at the table across from his bed. When they would die Oliver would have them replaced. But Oliver wasn't in the room now.
Beep…..beep…..beep…beep…beep..beep..beep.beep.beep….
Clark's eyes opened. His lids closed a few times over his blue eyes. But the fact was the same. Clark Kent was awake.