Epilogue: Present Day
Clark looked up from his wife's bedside as he heard the door open.
"Who's there? Chloe? Casey is that you?"
Suddenly he fell to his knees as he felt something he hadn't felt in years. Kryptonite.
"What the-"
"I'm sorry Clark, but I needed you to understand. I-"
The man's voice was cut off as a shot resounded through the room. He fell on his back, looking up to see a very angry Sarah Walker Kent sitting in bed with her still smoking gun in her hand.
"Stay away from my husband. Clark, are you okay?" She asked, looking to where he was standing up, the kryptonite having rolled out of the man's hand when Sarah shot him.
"I'm fine. Thank God you're awake, I thought I'd lost you!"
"I'm not going anywhere. Now how about we see who shot me?" She asked and he nodded, pulling the mask from the man's face, nearly dropping it in shock as he saw the face beneath.
"Pete? Why would you-"
"You left me. My best friend...left me. Didn't even say...goodbye."
Pete's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Clark looked in shock.
"No Pete no! Somebody help! Somebody-" He stopped as he saw Pete's eyes close, and he knew that it was too late. His friend, his brother in all but blood was dead.
"I'm sorry Clark." Sarah said, but he shook his head sadly.
"Don't be. Pete was right. Secrets do have a price. I just wish the cost wasn't so high."
Sarah nodded, and as the two looked at each other they both knew one thing. They were grateful that the price hadn't been each other. That would have been much to high a price.
A/N: I wasn't sure about this, but I decided this was the best way to end it! Hopefully you all enjoyed this, and who knows? Maybe there's another story in here somewhere. Only time will tell.