Chapter 2

Clark shot up in a cold sweat. He was trying to catch his breath, thanking God it was just a dream. Clark ran a hand through his hair as he lay back on the couch. Why was he dreaming of what happened to Lois a month ago, and why was the end result death? Clark stood up suddenly. Frustrated, he threw a chair against the wall. He walked to the window reminiscing on what happened in the loft a couple of months ago.

Clark was in the loft looking over the baseball tickets and birthday card his father had given him when Lois climbed up the stairs. She was giving Clark advice on relationships, but her comment at the end of their conversation made him think about what he was really saving for her. He made sure he would never forget what she said:

"Look, sometimes you gotta tuck your feelings away until it's the right time - like stuffing dollars into a piggy bank for a bike you can't quite afford."

"Only, I can't imagine there is anyone else."

"You never know, Clark. Maybe when you finally crack open that piggy bank you'll find that all this time you haven't been saving for a bike...you've really been saving for a Harley."

"There are times when I think you don't know me at all, then others where I think you know me better than anyone."

Clark didn't realize before but Lois was right. Lana wasn't the person he would be spending his whole life with. And she certainly wasn't his Harley. Realization hit him: what if Lois was his Harley? What if she was the one for him? Clark shook his head. He knew he cared for her deeply, but he wasn't in love with her, yet alone ready to spend the rest of his life with her. Clark was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice that someone had joined him in the loft.

" Clark?"

Clark turned around, " Lana, what are you doing here?" Clark was surprised to see her, but he was not in the mood to talk to her.

"Umm… I just wanted to see how everything is going."

"Other than the fact that the girl I care about is fighting for her life, everything is fine," Clark spoke harshly, turning away from her.

"Look, Clark, I'm sorry for what happened, and I really do hope she wakes up," Lana said, putting a hand Clark's shoulders.

Clark shrugged her hand away, "Lana, I appreciate you coming here, but I just need to be alone."

Lana was surprised at Clark's attitude. "Clark, I understand that you're hurting, and I want to help."

Clark sighed, "Lana, the only way I'll be fine is when Lois wakes up so if you want to help then please just let me be."

"Okay, fine, I'll go. Just remember I'm here if you ever need to talk," Lana spoke with a small smile. Clark nodded in reply.

Once Lana was gone, Clark walked to the graveyard. He sat down on the ground and placed flowers on his father's headstone. He began talking to his dad about what happened the past few months; he voiced his fears of what might happen to Lois too. Clark talked about anything until he fell asleep.

When Clark finally woke, he found himself in a white room. He stood trying to figure out where he was. He could have sworn he was in the graveyard, but now he was in some strange place.
Clark turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. He couldn't believe who he was seeing.

"D..Dad is that really you?"

"Yeah it's me, Son."

Clark ran to his father to give him a hug, but instead found himself running straight through him. Clark was confused, "Uhh… Dad why can I go through you?"

"Let's just say I'm here, just not physically, Clark."

"But how?" Clark questioned.

"Let's not get to that right now. It's hard to explain."

"Okay, then why are you here. Not that I…I'm not happy you are…because I am."

"Clark you're babbling," Jonathan laughed, "To answer your question on why I'm here, the reason is you need guidance on your dilemma. And I'm also here to warn you."

"Warn me?"

"Yes, you need to watch out for Lex Luthor and General Lane."

"I understand Lex, but why Lois' father."

Jonathan shook his head, " I wish I could tell you, but I can't."

"Wait, why?"

"It would mess everything up. But I can tell you this: it involves Lois."

"Lois?"

"You're her light. You need to will her to come back before it's too late."

"Too late? Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Look out for her. She may be the key to your destiny and maybe your happiness."

"I still don't understand…"

"All will be revealed, Son. Like Chloe and your mother said, don't lose hope because there will be more pain before there's happiness."

"Why is this happening to me, Dad?" Clark asks, his voice breaking.

"Everything happens for a reason, Son. Sometimes the end result is good; sometimes it's bad. You just have to live your life and not worry about what will happen tomorrow."

"I can't lose Lois, Dad, I just can't."

"Then don't, Son. Do everything you can to keep her safe. Now I must go."

"Wait, please, don't leave me!" But it was no use; Clark's father was gone.

Clark found himself back in the graveyard. Clark was full of confusion. Was it a dream? Clark stood up, said goodbye to his father and headed home. He went straight to the loft, not wanting to be disturbed. He was completely bewildered. Something big was going to happen but what that something was, remained a mystery. Why did it involve Lois and her father? And what was General Lane up to? He only knew that if Lois were harmed there would be hell to pay.

After everything he saw earlier today, he needed to see Lois just to make sure she was okay. He checked in at the hospital's front desk and headed to Lois' room. There was still no change, so he did the only thing he could: he sat, held her hand, and started a very one-sided conversation.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you're all right."

Tears formed in Clark's eyes, "You know I had the craziest dream today. I dreamt that you died, but I knew that wasn't possible because you're still here breathing. I told Lana the only way I'll be okay is if you're awake so don't you die on me not now."

He felt something in his pocket; it was a bracelet that had the initials LL. He didn't know how the bracelet got there but he knew who it was from. He placed it on Lois' wrist and then kissed her hand. He laid her hand on his heart, "If you can feel my heartbeat know this. You have a piece of it now Lo so don't give up because if you do, you would be taking a piece of my heart."

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