Sorry for not updating this story sooner, I'm going to wrapped up pretty soon
Chapter 12: Memories on the lake
"Please God give my strength to do what I must, for the good of others… for the good of her" John Stewart told himself while contemplating the sunset in the quite lake, his fist were held tight to his body unable to let go of the fear that was slowly consuming him, he looked around for the others and only was able to find J'onn, Huntress was to far and Q was walking in circles close to her, Wally was nowhere to be found…he walk toward him for a pep talk, he could really use one.
"What's wrong John?" Ask the alien known as the Martian Manhunter.
"I'm concerned" reply John trying to block his fears from his friend.
"No man you are afraid for her" responded the Martian Manhunter.
"Come on don't get psychic with me, J'onn" replied back John Stewart.
"None of that, you're easy" reply J'onn with a smile.
John couldn't help himself and started laughing with him but suddenly he started to feel the weight of the decision they all took and the possible outcome and guilt took over… his eyes started to fill with tears of regret…he walked away getting closer to the river and away from his friend, he was inconsolable.
J'onn knows that his friends suffers for her…he is unsure about the emotions…but knows the drive…he loved once leaving nothing to himself, when they die he was empty…he wishes that no man should endure that but knows that is little he can do to stop it.
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Smallville, Kansas.
Jonathan and Martha Kent live peacefully in that little town, away from the day to day worries of the city… but today they knew something was wrong even before they turned up the TV, they know Clark was feeling a little down…haven't receive any news from him but sometimes he took time to that ice and glass fortress in the artic for long periods of time….but this was to much to ignore or to hide from Martha.
Two agents dressed in dark suits showed up at their footsteps asking for his son… they carry guns and an order from the judge to search the premises, they flashed their badges and told him their last names: Jones and Smith, how original is that?
Fifteen minutes later they couldn't find anything and then they asked me and Martha to come with them to the Federal Bureau of Investigation located in New York, I am an honest and god fearing man but never expected to be investigated….they say it was for my protection, that it was possible that my son alter ego was exposed and couldn't let anything happen to us.
I was frightened for Clark, but couldn't show it for the sake of Martha.
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The Question had been involved in a lot of trouble over time, but this was different….something big is going down and he knew that something was off; he just couldn't put his finger on it…how frustrating is that. The Huntress hasn't uttered a word since they landed, not to him, not to anyone… she was looking at the lake with melancholy and he felt that he needed to say something.
-Care for company? - He added in a concerned tone.
-Not really… I really like this lake, it's very peaceful- Huntress responded while holding tears of frustration in her beautiful eyes.
-Helena, nothing is beyond redemption, we can't still pull out of this- Q replied back with more determination on his voice.
-Is this one of your great theories baby, haven't heard one of those in a while- Added Huntress with sarcasm.
The agent known as "The Question" felt compelled to answer back, but choose not to… he didn't want to fight now, not with all of this on the line, he grab his fedora in his hands and left the presence of Huntress not knowing exactly what to do at the time.
She stay looking for a while at the sun go down behind the mountains wishing to be a creature on the wild, not scared of enemies, no memories or guilt…and not so frightened of motherhood.
She was pregnant.