It was quiet. Eerily quiet. Eris furrowed her brows in confusion. Where was she? This… This looked like Metropolis, but… Not?

She stood on a rooftop, high up. She approached the edge slowly and climbed up to get a better view.

She let out a gasp. Her entire being filled with horror. Buildings destroyed, fires raged and smoke bellowed up into the air.

She clenched her hands to her chest, tears filling her eyes.

What the hell was going on!?

She could see beings floating off in the distance. They were just tiny blobs of black from this far away.

Her mouth dropped open in shock as red beams shot out from the blobs. Kryptonian's!?

"Oh God!" She gasped. Tears began to slide down her cheeks as her hands raised to cover her mouth in shocked horror.

She let out a shout as someone floated up in front of her, only feet away. She stumbled backwards in shock, stepping down rapidly from the building's edge.

"Clark?" She asked cautiously, wanting to step forward, but his whole posture scared her. It was as if he were looking right through her, not actually seeing her. He was floating stiffly as he hung in the air.

His eyes glowed red for a moment, as if he was going to use his heat vision before clearing once again. Eris swallowed heavily and took another step back.

He eyed her, hazel eyes traveling up and down her form. His eyes flashed green, an unnatural green and then they widened in shock. He seemed to have recognized her after all.

"What are you?... What are you wearing? How did I get here? What's going on?" She questioned and let out a scream as a beam shot passed his shoulder and hit the building beside her. Her face remained indifferent.

She fell to her knees as the building began to shake and crumble.

Clark's brows pinched and he raised a hand to his head, as if he were in pain.

"Clark!" Eris shouted.

She stumbled to her feet and made her way back to the edge. She needed to get down. This building wouldn't stay standing for much longer.

Just as the roof collapsed out from under her, she jumped, hoping to god that this strange Clark would catch her.

His head shot up as she cried out, his eyes clearing for the first time since she had first encountered him merely a minute or two before.

Clark looked absolutely terrified. He reached out for her, arms catching her as she leapt.

She clung onto him.

"What the hell is going on, Clark? One moment I am home and then the next I am here? What the hell!?" She's panicking. She knows she is.

Clark is gazing at her, eyes scanning her face in absolute shock.

"You should be dead. You died." He spoke, voice choked up.

"What!?" She asked softly, voice quiet and shaking. "No… I… What?"

His haze shot behind her, eyes widening in horror before he took off, holding her close to him as he flew.

She let out a cry, eyes looking over his black clad shoulder in fear as a beam from one of the other Kryptonian's went through the air right where they had been.

She let out a gasp and closed her eyes as she clung onto Clark with all of her might.

Her whole body jerked as they landed. She heaved for breath as Clark pulled back and she let her hands rest on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

She slapped his hands away as they reached for her.

"No!" She cried and backed away from him.

He had tears in his eyes as he held his hands up and backed up a bit, giving her some space. He swallowed thickly. She watched his throat bob as he did and she saw a tear leak from the corner of his eye.

"What the hell is going on, Clark? Where are the boys? What do you mean? I… I died?" She asked in a brokenly confused voice?

Clark closed his eyes and looked down, fists clenching.

Clark began to pace, hands in his hair as he tried to figure out how to answer her questions. She waited. She tried to be patient, to let him gather his thoughts, but she couldn't.

"Clark!" She hissed.

Clark shook his head and looked her dead in the eye.

"What is the last thing you remember?" He asked firmly, his body turned to face her and he reached out once more.

This time, she let him touch her. He pulled her close carefully, hand reaching up to cup the side of her neck while the other rested against her hip.

Eris covered his hand with hers, gripping tight as she placed the other on the black and gray symbol on his chest.

"I…" Her brows furrowed. "We were painting the living room." She giggled wetly. "Or, we were trying to at least." She swallowed. "You left to go save people. Dick, Damian, Jon, Jordan, Lois and I were having fun slathering each other up in paint." She paused when his face pinched in agony.

"Clark." A tear fell. "Where are the boys?" She whispered.

His eyes closed and his head fell to her shoulder as his whole being wracked shook with silent sobs.

"No…" She whispered, eyes widening. "No!" She cried out and hit his chest hard, anger filling her being.

"No! Tell me it's a lie! Please!?" She begged as she began to sob with him. He held her arms back as she continued to try to hit him and she sagged into his hold. Her legs gave out on her and Clark followed her to the ground, coming to rest on his knees as she sobbed into his chest, weakly hitting his shoulder.

She sobbed right along with him as they wallowed in their pain.

Eris isn't sure how long they sat there for. She wiped at her eyes as she pulled away from his chest. "How long?" She asked, voice hollow.

Clark kept his eyes closed, head tilted down.

"A year." He confirmed her suspension.

So she had been dead for a while.

She swallowed her anger down.

"How?"

Clark looked up slowly, eyes opened and wet. His gaze bounced around her face, taking in every detail he had missed in the last few years.

"Morgan Edge sent people after you and Lois. You, Lois, Jon… and… I couldn't save you. Any of you." He trailed off, voice becoming choked up once more. "Jordan was lost when Morgan Edge's father took control of him. I couldn't get him back."

Eris closed her eyes, feeling his pain alongside her own. So Morgan Edge was a bad guy after all…

"When?" She needed to know more.

His gaze drifted down her form. He was still shocked she was here.

"Clark! When?" She asked. She needed to know. She looked at the symbol on his chest once more and let out a gasp. Her hand was translucent.

"Clark? I… I think I'm going back. Clark when!? Maybe I can prevent this!?" She begged.

Clark's eyes hardened. His hands making their way back up her body to cup either side of her neck, holding on firmly as he placed his forehead against hers. If she really was going back to that moment in time, he wanted to savor this. He had just gotten her back.

"He sent three people after you guys.…. And." He trailed off.

Eris opened her eyes. "And?" She tried to hurry him along.

"The ba-" Eris closed her eyes as her vision went white. She opened her eyes a moment later. She was floating in an empty void. Everything was so bright and white. She couldn't tell where it began or where it ended.

She screamed.

Richard let out a shout of terror as Eris dropped in a dead faint.

Everything had been fine one moment. They were laughing and flinging paint at each other, and then…

Dick reacted the quickest, having been the closest to her. His hand caught her head before it smacked into the hard floor, her body flopping like a rag doll.

Everyone began to panic.

Damian was at his side in the next moment. Dick looked up and met Lois' eyes. "Use the ELT!"

"Mom!" The twins cried out at the same time and rushed over. They both hovered, afraid to touch Eris anywhere.

Damian began looking her over for any visible wounds while Dick cradled her head and lightly tapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up. "Uncle Clark!" He shouted out as his worry began to climb.

He bit his lip.

"What happened!?" Clark asked as he was by their side seconds later, taking his wife from Dick, cradling her on his lap as he knelt upon the ground.

"I don't know! She just collapsed. No warning or nothing!" Dick cried out, eyes wide in shocked horror.

Lois came to rest next to Dicks side, the ELT open and in her hand still.

"Should I call an ambulance?" She asked worriedly.

Clark's jaw clenched and he lifted Eris up into his arms as he stood.

"No time." And he was gone, the plastic covering the furniture rustling against the force of his speed.

Dick sat on the hard floor, staring down at the hands in shock. He looked up slowly and locked eyes with his brother. His green orbs wide with shock. Everything had happened so fast.

"Call Dad." His voice ground out. "Now."

Ellie woke in a daze, her body aching. She groaned and swatted at the hands touching her.

She opened her eyes and blinked. She was staring up at a red sky. She blinked in confusion.

She sat up and pressed a hand to her forehead, pulling it back with a loud hiss. Looking down at her hand, she could see blood.

"Oh." She whispered. She looked back up at the sight in front of her. It was their farm. But… something was off. It wasn't quite right.

A hand waved in front of her face to get her attention and it came to rest once more on the hand that wasn't covered in blood.

Oh. How did she not notice she wasn't alone? Her gaze slowly drifted to the left and locked onto the form of her husband.

Her eyes instantly went to his chest and her head tilted back. She pinched her brow in frustration.

"Shit." Not only was he in his Superman suit, but his symbol of Hope was completely backwards.

"Clark? Please tell me this isn't real?" She all but begged to the sky.

".gnideelb er'uoy, sirE"

Her head lowered back down and she gaped at the man who mirrored her husband. He moved in front of her, one hand reaching up and pressing carefully against the cut to her forehead.

His brows furrowed as he watched her, worry flashing across his face.

"?yenoH"

She shakingly raised her hand and placed it against his chest, tracing the symbol in shock. Was…. Was he speaking backwards? Is that why she couldn't understand a word he was saying?

".llef uoy nehw drah ytterp daeh ruoy tih uoY .latipsoh a deen uoY .esnes yna gnikam t'nera uoY" He spoke, face pinched in concern as he cupped her hands in his.

"Oh, crap! I don't understand!" She began to panic.

His hands grabbed her gently by the shoulder, one traveling up to force her to meet his eyes.

"Clark. You aren't my Clark. You are but, at the same time, you aren't…" Tears filled her eyes and began to leak.

His eyes softened and he lifted her up and into his arms. She let out a gasp at the sudden move, hands shooting up to grip his shoulders.

Her head swam and she pressed a hand to it once more. Dark spots spread across her vision and she went limp in his arms as her eyes rolled back into her skull.

"Is mom going to be alright?" Jon asked quietly as he sat on a chair in the hospital waiting room.

Dick paused in his pacing and turned to look at the twins. They were holding hands as they huddled together.

Dick swallowed down his tears and blinked them away. His gaze drifted across the waiting room. The entire family was here except for Clark and Bruce, who were off waiting inside Eris' room as the doctors ran as many tests as they could.

Dick knelt before his cousins with a small, forced smile, trying not to let his worry leak through. They were already scared enough, they didn't need to worry even more.

"She'll be fine. Your mom is strong. She will wake soon. Just you wait." He tried to reassure them as much as himself.

He heard Tim let out a sniffle and turned to gaze at his brothers.

Jason had his arm around Tim's shoulders as they sat against the far wall. Damian was standing next to them, arms crossed and expression dark.

Lois was pacing back and forth just like he was and she kept shrugging off her fathers hands.

Dick closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he picked both boys up and sat back down with both curled up on his lap as best as they could.

This time when Eris woke, she was freezing.

She sat up, flinging snow everywhere. Her arms crossed over her chest as she began to rub her arms together trying to make friction for warmth.

She stood up and shivered as a gust of wind blew past her.

Where was she now? Another weird ass version of her world?

Her teeth began to chatter. She was not dressed for this. She was still in a ratty old band tee of Clark's and her Nike shorts. She wasn't even wearing any shoes!

She shuffled her feet, the biting cold making her toes red.

Something whipped past her at incredible speeds and she fell back. She stared in front of her in shock for a moment before a much, much younger version of her husband stood before her, staring down at her in complete shock.

Oh great. First the future, now the past? What in the hell is happening here!?

"Um…" She had to think of something. "I… Don't know how I got here." She shivered.

His eyes wondered about her form and he quickly took off his sweater, leaving him in a tee shirt and helped slide it over her head.

"Um.. Where is here?" She asked cautiously. She really didn't know and she didn't want to make Clark weary of her.

Clark reached out for her. "Let's get you someplace warm first." She froze when he reached and he paused before touching her. She eyed him carefully.

This Clark had no idea who she was. He looked like he might have been a few years younger than when she had first met him.

She took a deep breath as the wind began to pick up and she gave him a hesitant nod.

He picked her up carefully, keeping his hands in respectable spots and suddenly they were someplace else and she was being placed back on her own legs.

She stumbled a bit, not used to Clark just releasing her completely. She had to remember that Clark wasn't in love with her yet here. He didn't even know who she was. Maybe she shouldn't say who she is? Would that mess with the timeline?

She gazed around the cave they were now in. "Wow." She whispered. She turned and looked at Clark. He was watching her carefully, eyes never leaving her form.

She looked down at her feet. "Oh." She whispered. They were very red. "My feet are on the verge of frostbite." She muttered to herself.

She blinked stupidly down at the boots now laying before her feet.

She looked up slowly, gaze locking onto Clark's feet before trailing up to his face. Her head tilted in confusion.

"Thank you?" She needed to sound as confused as she could.

She bent down and slid the boots on easily. She stayed on the ground, her butt slightly chilled against the icy floor. She tucked the sweater under her butt, it was large and baggy on her much smaller frame.

Eris' eyes traveled up to him once more and he's watching her still. "Who are you?" She asked. "How did you…" She trailed off. "Never mind. I don't feel like dying from asking questions I shouldn't be asking."

She shuffled turned around and faced away from him.

"I wouldn't kill you!" He sounded mortified.

Eris smirked to herself. Oh, this was going to be fun. She looked over his shoulder at him, a faux worried look in her eyes.

His eyes were wide and the thought alone that he would kill her to silence her made his heart hurt.

"How do I know that? You just flew!" She gestured wildly with her hands before tucking them under her armpits and shivering once again.

"You obviously aren't quite human." If he was as young as he looked, she hoped he hadn't figured out how to tell if someone was lying yet.

By the look on his face, he had believed her worries.

She stood back up, holding the sweater as close as she could for warmth.

"Who are you?" She asked once more. Taking a step back as he stepped forward. He froze in his place, hand out to try and show that he meant no harm.

Clark was at a loss. The woman standing behind him was down right gorgeous, even if she was older than him by at least fifteen years. Or maybe more! He couldn't tell, she looked great for whatever age she was.

"Clark. My name is Clark. How did you end up in the Arctic?" He asked.

Her eyes narrowed and her brow pinched. "Arctic? I'm in the Arctic!? The hell?" She said as she lifted her hands up to grip her hair in frustration.

"I have no fucking clue, Clark! One moment I was with my sons painting and having fun and the next…" She trailed off, huffing and puffing as she began to pace.

Hands carefully and hesitantly grabbed onto her shoulders and turned her to face the warmth that was Clark.

"Look, I can bring you home. Just, what town? What state? I can get you there safely." She smiled up at him. Even this young he still towered over her.

She nodded slowly.

"Smallville, Kansas."

The second the words left her lips her vision swam once more and she stumbled forwards.

"Woah!" Clark exclaimed as he caught her. Her body sagged and she fell unconscious.

He stared at her dumbly, not knowing what to do. His eyes widened as her body began to glow and become transparent, before it disappeared completely from his arms.

He stared down at his arms in complete wonder. "What just happened?"

He stood there for a moment. He looked off to the side, back towards the entrance to the cave. A storm was raging outside.

A small smile tugged at his lips. "What a woman." He hoped he'd see her again some day.

Eris let out a scream as she woke. She was falling, from an incredibly high height, the ground rushing closer and closer.

"Shit!" She was yanked to a sudden stop and let out a cry of pain.

She closed her eyes and dangled for a moment. This… This felt familiar.

She hesitantly opened her eyes and looked up.

"Holy shit." She whimpered. The aches and pains hit her full force. This… This was the day she discovered who Clark was. The day of the earthquake.

Her eyes widened as he flipped her around and her head spun. He gripped her tightly, yet gently as his eyes roamed over her form.

She grasped on tightly to his shoulders.

"Clark…" She whimpered. "I want my Clark!" She cried. When was this going to end? She wanted to get back! She wanted her family back!

Clark panicked as Eris began to cry and sob in his arms. He opened his mouth to speak and watched in horror as she began to glow and disappeared.

The same scream he had just heard sounded from above and his head shot up at the sound. It sent dread through to his very core. He shot up and to the left, catching his girlfriend by the ankle once again. What the hell just happened?

He gazed back towards where she had just disappeared from. Why did that feel so familiar?

Eris woke once more, screaming and sobbing. "Please!? Make it stop!" She sobbed and fought the hands holding her down.

"Eris! It's me! I'm here!" Clark's voice sounded tortured.

Eris sniffled and looked up, locking eyes with her husband before her gaze drifted to the right, locking onto her brother's worried face.

A sniffle met her ears and her eyes shot to the other side, tears filling her eyes as she spotted her sons.

"Oh, god! I'm back!" She sobbed in relief.

"Eris…" Clark's voice sounded choked and he had to clear his throat.

"You've been out for two days… What happened? You kept- You kept twitching, crying and glowing." Bruce spoke as he stepped closer, gently placing his hand over hers, which was grasping onto Clark's shirt in desperation.

Her body sagged and her grip loosened. "I-I don't know how? I saw… I don't know what I saw exactly. A horrible future, a bizarre ass alternate world, Clark as he was, I assume, learning how to control his powers in the Arctic, and…" She looked up and locked eyes with Clark. "And the day you caught me falling from the high rise, the day I found out you were Superman."

Clark's eyes widened and his mouth opened. "That… That actually happened? I thought it was a vision or... or something. Something that was to come." He sounded as confused as she was.

"When I saw you all those years ago, I thought it was a vision of who my soulmate was... A glimpse of my future." He whispered in awe.

"I want to go home." She whispered out.

The boys are suddenly climbing into her bed and cuddling close, Dick releasing them from his hold in shock.

Bruce watched his sister cry as she held her boys close and reached out for Clark with one arm. He scooped them all up and settled himself into the bed.

Bruce's face hardened and he strode out of the room. He whipped his phone out to call his fiancé, to let him know Eris was awake.

He also needed to discharge his sister and get her home where she wants to be. Medically, she was as healthy as a horse. She didn't need to stay here any longer. They would no doubt want to run more tests, but Bruce wasn't about to let that happen.