chapter dedicated to sarahmichellegellarfan1. Thank you so much :)
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Kiss It Better
"He holds on to a memory,
All she is, is a memory~
Hey, hey..."
Eve...
Lois...
...Lois...
...Eve...
...Eve laughing...
...Lois' hair flowing in the wind...
Eve looking up at him curiously...
Lois looking away in apology...
Eve sticking her tongue out playfully...
...Lois comforting him after that invasion...
...Lois Lane...
...Eve Lancaster...
They were both memories to him now. Both beautiful, wondrous memories that made his eyes want to cry.
One with long, reddish hair. Another has brown voluptuous waves.
Memories played behind his eyes. Memories of one that had already gone, and of the other he was almost certain would leave him too after all this was over.
...chasing Eve across the park like children...
...Of that kiss with Lois after stopping Zod's attempt to destroy Earth.
...Eve whirling around and smothering whipped cream on his nose.
...Lois lightly bopping his head as she hurried to leave the office to cover the next story.
Of Eve looking away nervously, but not quick enough for him to not see the red hue blending with her face.
Of Lois giving him a knowing glance in the elevator...
Of Eve worrying, asking if she has made any mistakes across the restaurant table.
...The night he carried Eve on his back to her apartment after she passed out at a bar...
...The glare Lois sent him after he answered Perry with something he guessed wasn't the right response.
Of Eve's honest answers that were sometimes a little hurtful.
Of Lois confronting him at the graveyard to tell his story.
Of both of their looks after explaining his father, Jonathan's, death.
Of their skin sliding against his, one's hands very pale and the other a light caramel color...
...Of the feel of their lips with his...
They were both different women, so how did he fall for both?
...They were like memories to him now.
Clark swallowed, planting his feet firm on the ground, readying for a fight. He turned to look of his shoulder—his mind telling him not to look away—to yell one last time for Eve to run away. Then the next thing he knew, everything had blacked out.
When he awoke moments later, his head was spinning. Clark shook his head and looked around, momentarily forgetting where he was. Looking up, Zod glared down at him, a snarl shaping his mouth.
As the general glanced up briefly at their onlookers, Clark took notice of his enemy. Zod was alone, it seemed, and he was emitting some sort of powerful energy Clark could not put a finger on. He also wore a different metallic armor, this one appearing much sturdier and resistant than the one from their first encounter.
After their first "meeting" that left Smallville, Kansas literally in flames and with his armor's breather broken, the general had fled. But the parting death-glare he sent to Clark—or Kal, as what he insisted calling him—haunted Clark the many months that followed. It had gotten so bad, others began pointing out how he constantly looked to the skies as if it were going to fall.
That all changed on Lois' death and the night he was shot with Kryptonite. That was when all worry and then rationing flew out the window and slattered on the concrete. Clark had forgotten all about Zod; he had begun to act more on selfish impulses that even now he found odd behavior.
Clark leaned back on his elbows. His head ebbed in pain.
Zod circled to Clark's opposite side, his back no longer to the mirror. "So this is where you've been hiding, Kal?"
Clark's heartbeat sped hearing how calm Zod's voice sounded.
"It's too shameful for my taste," Zod glanced around the empty room, seeming oblivious to the men positioning guns behind the glass. "...just like you!"
Pain exploded across Clark's abdomen, his body instinctively curling into a ball as he turned the other way.
He wasn't used to the pain and it was almost overwhelming. The throbbing in his skull accompanied by that in his stomach was enough to make his head swim again. Clark pushed up onto his elbows regardless.
"You low-life piece of..."
The rest of Zod's insult was lost in a haze as his metal-clad knee knocked Clark's neck backwards.
Clark's nose was broken, he could feel. The pain was excruciating.
He reached up and was surprised to see bright crimson liquid glisten on his fingers. His nose ran like a red river, and if he removed his left hand, his sleeve would be dotted with blood as well.
The world was now a haze; Clark's vision swam in and out of blurry colors. This was not right...he should not be in such pain so easily...
He made out Zod's blurry image as he squatted in the face of the younger Kryptonian. He was saying more insults, something that was relevant to his supercilious mentality. Clark couldn't hear it pass the blood rushing in his ears.
Zod smirked and Clark felt warm wetness slide down his brow—more blood.
Zod scowled before Clark felt his fist tangle in his hair. He tried not to scream as the shorter alien pulled him up to his eye level. A shrill sound still escaped Clark's lips; he could only hang limp under the general's iron grip.
Clark's breath came out in raged puffs. Zod tilted his head in thought; he breathing exactly normal.
Zod was looking at him, a crazed look about him. His voice sounded as clear as if they were underwater. He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision enough to see the ambitious homocidal.
Clark's ears cleared in time to hear Zod's trick question.
He pulled back his lips in a snarl and answered it with just as much ass he was given.
Zod's eyes widened even more if possible, Clark's answer catching him off guard. He said something more, but Clark's hearing drifted in and out.
Zod was now yelling.
"Then if you love these weak scums of filth, you can die with them!"
Clark whimpered feeling the long, sharp metal force itself between is ribs. When there is pain this strong, the body freezes, tensing up and feeling is as if the world stopped for a moment.
Despite the pain, Clark's vision was no longer hazy, and he caught Zod's wild expression before he was held higher in the air.
Zod switched his hand in lightening speed from fisting Clark's hair to holding him by the face. But he wanted to see Clark—Kal—he wanted to see the look in his eyes as he felt his pain. So Zod parted his fingers to allow one of Clark's wide eyes stare back at him from between his covered fingers. Zod's superior strength allowed him to left the taller alien high before smashing his body, skull first, deep into the hard floor. Zod felt a satisfying crunch underneath his hand.
He was going to get rid of this annoying nuisance Kal and finally obtain the codex.
Zod stood, flexing his muscles.
Clark didn't feel his lasers charging up until they shot from his eyes.
Zod was all-too-ready—he met Clark's heat lasers with just as much intensity. ...And then more, as his quickly overrode Clark's, the marker where the red lights met pushing further and further to Clark's face.
Clark didn't know the consequences of heat vision pushed back on the eyes and didn't want to find out. He closed his eyes—actually one eye, the other lagged. The blow from the heat hitting him tossed him back, flipping him onto his back. He was out of breath, the air no longer seeming to collaborate with his lungs. His hand shook raised to the eye that hadn't closed when the blast hit. All he felt was warm, wet blood and Clark felt panic begin to weld up in him.
Why was he not fighting as he would have; why did he feel so weak, the thought had passed Clark's mind more than once. There was something about Zod and his armor this time...something about that spear he was stabbed with...
He still felt immensely, overwhelmingly guilty for his actions.
Clark glanced at the mirror, hoping Eve had left by now.
That panic increased seeing the door open. The words passing thru his head were all but were pleasant.