Happy new year!

"Wish" is finally back! I know the long waiting period between seasons is really annoying, but it's worth the wait, I promise. This season is my longest one so far, and there was so much to unpack in regards to Emmeline's character and growth. I'm super excited to finally begin sharing it with you!

Here we go with season seven! :)

~fanwriter1245


Emmeline raced into the Emergency Room at Smallville Medical Center. "Clark! What's going on? What happened?"

"I don't know," Clark answered. He looked at Lois whose blue jacket and yellow shirt was covered in spots of dried blood and appeared as if she had just been submerged in water. "You want to tell us what happened out there?"

Lois started walking down the hallway. "It's gonna sound insane. I don't know, Clark. Maybe I was unconscious and dreaming."

Clark gently pulled on her arm to make her stop walking. "Maybe you weren't."

She turned to Clark and Emmeline, confused and exhausted. "The last thing I remember, I was pulling an eight-inch knife out of my gut, and there was blood everywhere. I dialed Chloe, and I had this…this chill, and-and my hands started to tingle, and then I-I must have passed out."

"So someone stabbed you?"

"A guard, right here." Lois lifted up her shirt to expose her stomach, but there was no trace of a wound, not even a scar. Clark started to say as much, but she quickly cut him off. "I know. But there was this warm light all around me. And when I woke up, the wound was healed. And Chloe was lying a few feet away, unconscious."

"Okay, but…but Chloe's gonna be okay…right?" Emmeline asked, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "They brought her here in time and now she'll be fine."

"I…I'm not sure."

Clark turned away from them. "You said that Lex may have been doing some experiments down there."

"When I was out, maybe one of his men did something to me…and Chloe." Lois shook her head in frustration. "That's it. I can't just stand around here waiting."

"Lois, where are you going?" Clark asked as she marched towards the exit.

"I'm going to see what Lex did to her."

"Lex? Lex is dangerous."

Lois angrily spun around. "I am not stupid, Smallville, okay? I know that he's not just gonna cough up all his deep, dark secrets. But you heard the doctors. None of Chloe's vitals were normal. And if someone at the mansion knows what happened, I will take my chances with Dr. Evil. Maybe Lana can help me do some digging."

Clark's eyes clouded over. "Lois, um…there's something you should know."

"If this is another heart-to-heart about Lana, I don't mean to be insensitive, but Chloe is fighting for her life, and I am barely keeping it together, so one more ounce of emotion, I might just lose it. So make yourself useful for once. Just stay here and make sure nothing happens to my cuz, okay?"

As Lois hurried off, Emmeline slowly faced Clark. "…Did something happen to Lana?"

Clark sighed and looked at her brokenly. "I don't know how to say this, Em, but, um…Lionel told me that she got into her car, and then there was an explosion, and…Lana's gone."

Emmeline's lungs emptied of all their air and her legs weakened and nearly made her fall to the floor. She had just seen Lana a day ago. How could she be gone? Was Lex behind the explosion or was it just a horrible coincidence? She should've tried harder to make her see a counselor and get help. She should've tried to connect with her more often. She should've worked harder to get her away from Lex. She should've…she should've done so much more.

But now her friend was dead and there was nothing she could do.

"I…I need to focus on Chloe right now," she said through her tears.

Clark nodded. "Okay."

"If Lois was stabbed and now doesn't even have a mark, do you think Chloe had something to do with that? Could this be her meteor powers finally revealing themselves?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"What was she like when you saw her? Do you…do you think she has a chance?"

"She didn't look good, Em. But…Chloe's a fighter. Right? We know that. She'll fight. She'll make it through this."

Barely two minutes later, a doctor came down the hallway…and she didn't have the look of someone who had good news.

"No," Clark whispered.

"Where's Miss Lane?" the doctor asked.

"She just left." His face filled with horror and worry. "Chloe's gonna be okay, isn't she?"

"I'm sorry, son, I can't share any information with you until we've notified Miss Sullivan's immediate family."

Emmeline put her hand to her mouth, tears pouring down her cheeks. That kind of statement could only mean one thing.

"No," Clark said again. "No." He turned towards the double doors Chloe had been wheeled through just a little while ago.

"That's a restricted area," the doctor said firmly.

"Clark!" Emmeline called.

When he burst through the doors, a man with a bad head wound sat on a gurney as two nurses attended to him.

"Get them out," the male nurse ordered.

"You can't be in here," the female one told Clark and Emmeline as she hurried to usher them out of the room.

"Where's Chloe Sullivan?" Clark demanded.

The female nurse sighed and looked at them sadly. "She didn't make it. I'm sorry."

Emmeline let out a harsh sob. She lost two of her closest friends in the span of five minutes? How was this possible? How could life be that cruel? How was she possibly going to be able to move on from this?

Clark stumbled away from the double doors in shock and took a few steps away as tears came to his eyes.

Emmeline fell against him and sobbed into his chest. She had never believed this kind of despair possible. It felt like she had fallen into a black hole where everything, absolutely everything inside of her, had been sucked away forever.

She couldn't move or breathe. It took all of her energy just to take one breath after another, but even those came too quickly and she could tell that she was hyperventilating. But she didn't care if she passed out right here in the middle of the hallway. At least then, the pain would be gone for a little while.

Clark clutched onto Emmeline to somehow stay grounded. He felt as overwhelmed and pained as the first day he had discovered he had enhanced hearing. Everything bombarded his mind so quickly that he couldn't make sense of any of it. All he knew was that he was being severely overloaded with stimulation.

And then suddenly…something peeked through all of the chaos.

"Clark! Somebody help me!"

That was impossible. He had to be hearing things.

That was Chloe's voice.

Clark released his hold on Emmeline and rushed down the hallway.

"Clark?" Emmeline called hoarsely. She hurried after him through several hallways and down the stairs until they ended up in the morgue. "What are you doing?"

Clark opened up one of the morgue doors and pulled out the body.

A very-alive Chloe Sullivan sprang up from the hard metal surface.

Emmeline gasped again and let out a quiet sob of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay," Clark said quickly to Chloe.

"What happ…?" Chloe asked quickly, looking around her in panic. "Am I in a morgue?"

"Come on, let's get you out—"

"Why am I in a morgue?!"

"You're alive. That's what matters now."

Chloe looked down at the tag on her foot. "But I wasn't alive, was I?"

Clark took the tag off.

"Lois…"

"Lois is fine. I'm guessing you know that better than anyone."

Chloe's brow creased with concern as she tried to remember all that happened before she'd woken up here. "Turn around."

Clark turned away as Chloe stepped off the slab, hugging the sheet to her chest.

Emmeline came over to her and tightly hugged her. After she was sure that Chloe was truly alive and this wasn't some sort of hallucination and she wouldn't be gone again if she let her go, she helped her get something better to wear than a sheet. Unfortunately, all that was available was a left behind lab coat.

"She showed me her stab wound, the one that didn't leave a scratch?" Clark explained.

"Funny, I thought I had the market on resurrections today."

"Lois said that one of Lex's guys may have done something to you when you were out. You want to tell us what really happened?"

"Clark, as much as I would love to contribute to Lois's divine intervention story, I was a little busy being unconscious."

"Chloe, come on."

"Clark, I don't have time for 20 questions right now. I gotta get out of here."

"You just died and came back to life. Don't you think you should at least have your blood pressure taken?"

"And get turned into some sort of lab rat? From one guinea pig to another, I think I'll pass."

Chloe looked down at the table and saw her own death certificate. But then her eyes caught what was underneath.

A death certificate for Lana Luthor.


Chloe and Emmeline stared down at a computer screen. On it played an old video from when the two of them and Lana had visited New York just last year. They'd gotten lost in the hectic streets, and even though it had been stressful at the time, they'd all laughed about it a few hours later.

Both of them could barely make out the screen through their teary vision.

"Chloe, put down the camera and look at the map," Lana chided on the video.

"Come on, but you're such a good tour guide," Chloe laughed.

"Come on, the Empire State Building has got to be just around the corner."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, let's follow him, Mr. Buns of Steel."

"He's watching."

"Whoa!"

"Next time, we are taking a taxi."

Now that Chloe was alive and well, the loss of Lana hit Emmeline with full force along with all of the guilt at how she could have possibly prevented her death.

Clark slowly came into the apartment and looked at them sadly.

"Hey," Chloe said as she wiped away tears. "Oh, it's really hard to concentrate when Lana was here one minute and now she's just…" She shook her head and looked up at him. "I'm so sorry, Clark."

Chloe got up from the couch and hugged him, but Emmeline stayed sitting and looked at the paused video. Lana smiled at the camera, and at her, feeling nothing but happiness. It just didn't feel real that she was dead. Emmeline put her hands to her head, feeling the beginnings of a nasty headache.

Clark gently pulled back and looked over at Emmeline. "Em…how are you holding up?"

Emmeline rubbed her hands over her face. "Not great."

The young man sighed. "There's a lot more people that could get hurt right now."

"Yeah," Chloe answered. "Denial should be our friend right now." She wiped more tears away and sat back down in front of the computer. "Okay, so, this Phantom-Clark thing was inhabiting humans, but when he touched you, it just replicated. Why?"

"The phantom needed a Kryptonian body in order to replicate to become whole again. Chloe, I don't know how to stop him. It's not like I can just fly after him."

"This guy can fly? You gotta get on that one. Well, where's our Bizarro Clark now?"

"I don't know. But, Chloe, before I hit him, his face distorted, almost like he was hurt."

"Which is why he pushed pause on his one-man mission to kill you. But…why would your doppelganger weaken if you didn't?"

"It's like everything affects him the opposite. Like when Lionel held the meteor rock to him, it almost made him stronger."

"So maybe he went to find more meteor rocks so he could recharge and finish the job he started."

"You know, Oliver's been tracking all of Lex's meteor shipments for his 33.1 experiments."

"Yeah, and it says here in these records that there were several containers transferred to Reeves Dam just a couple weeks ago. Clark, if he gets there before you do, there's no way you can go up against him alone. I mean, how are you gonna take this guy down?"

"I don't know, Chloe. But there is someone who might."

"Who?" Emmeline asked.

"My Martian friend."


Despite Bizarro Clark absorbing a storage load of kryptonite, Clark discovered that his doppelganger's weakness was his strength: the yellow sun. With this knowledge, he made sure to fight his double in the sunlight, and he was able to successfully overpower him. The last phantom escaped from the Phantom Zone was finally gone.

Clark now sat on the sofa in his living room listening to a radio report about what had happened to Lana.

"The fairy-tale marriage of Lana Lang to Lex Luthor ended in tragedy," the person on the radio announced. "Sources say the billionaire is the prime suspect in the explosion that cut short such a vibrant young life…"

Chloe and Emmeline stepped up to the screen door.

"Clark?" Chloe called softly.

The two of them opened the door and stepped inside as the radio continued to give the terrible details of Lana's demise.

"Police say Lang's vehicle exploded upon ignition in what was believed to be a car bomb behind a local coffeehouse. According to wire services, a funeral date has yet to be set. Although no witnesses have come forward, Lex Luthor was apprehended near Reeves Dam, which was the source of the recent flooding."

Chloe reached down and turned off the radio. "I know you wanted to be alone, but…I thought we'd come by and see if we could get more than two words out of you."

"Thanks, guys. I think I'll take a rain check."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserve a little bit of peace and quiet after sending the evil Bobbsey Twin to the sunny side of Mars."

"Who's to say he's any more evil than I am?"

"Unless you have a second secret identity that I don't know about, I…"

"When I heard about Lana, I went to find Lex. And I wasn't gonna let him leave there alive. The irony is I think it was the first time I ever…really understood Lex. Loving someone is hard. It's difficult. But hate…hate is so…clean."

Emmeline's eyes welled with tears again, and it felt like she would never be able to stop crying at the drop of a hat. She felt completely lost in her grief, just like she had been when her mother died. And if this grieving process would be anything like what she'd gone through then, it would be a long time before she didn't feel the loss so strongly and wanted to break down every five minutes.

Chloe sat next to him on the couch. "Maybe you need to feel this right now. I mean, anger is a natural human emotion."

"Well, that's just it. 'Cause when that phantom was trying to kill me and I was staring into my own eyes, I saw the monster that I could become if I wanted to. It was a reminder that I am not human."

"Tell that to every person you've ever saved. Clark, whether you want to see it or not, you're one of us now. And the fact that you're from a galaxy far, far away just…adds character. And you know, I'm here, no matter what side of nature or nurture happens to be winning out."

"It goes both ways, Chloe."

Chloe's eyes darkened and she looked away from him.

Emmeline's gaze, which had been uncommitted, suddenly zeroed in on him. She knew he was only thinking about Chloe's sudden apparent abilities, but she also knew there was something she was hiding as well.

"Whatever happened in that dam, you ended up in a morgue."

"Yeah, it was nothing."

"I'm just saying that when you're ready—"

"Thanks."

Emmeline then looked away. Bringing someone back to life and then dying and then also coming back to life was definitely not nothing. And Chloe's clear refusal to discuss what had happened couldn't be healthy and they couldn't just brush it under the rug.

But she also knew that she didn't have any room to judge.

Lois quickly came through the screen door. "Clark? There you are."

Clark stood up from the couch.

"I forgive you."

"For what?"

"Oh, don't make me relive it, it was traumatizing enough the first time around."

Clark's doppelganger must've done something unpleasant.

Lois looked at Chloe behind him. "And by the way, you've got some explaining to do there, missy."

"Lois, I'm sorry," Clark apologized.

"I know you are. And I know you didn't mean it. You were just in shock. I heard about Lana on the news." Lois came up and hugged him tightly. "Clark, I'm so sorry. Look, all I can say is…at first, you don't know how you'll ever make it through, but somehow you do. Just trust me on this one. But if you ever grab my butt again, I will be taking your head with me when I go. Okay?"

Despite the million depressing thoughts running through her head, Emmeline still couldn't help smiling.


With a trembling hand, Emmeline picked up the burner phone and dialed Oliver's number.

"Who's in trouble?" his clipped voice answered.

"No one, everyone's fine, I just…I just wanted…" Emmeline shook her head and her voice broke as she said, "I'm sorry, this was a mistake."

"Wait, hold on," Oliver said quickly, his voice suddenly gentle and worried. "What's going on?"

"So much has happened in the last 24 hours that I…I feel like I'm suffocating. And I'm sorry, Oliver, I just didn't know who else to call."

"Okay. Talk to me."

"Right after I got back to Smallville from our training session, I found out that Chloe was in critical condition, so I ran to the hospital. She…died, but then…she wasn't dead."

"That's good, right?"

"You don't understand. She was dead for a long time. What happened to her wasn't normal. I mean, it's great that she's alive, but we still have to talk about what that means and she won't. And…the same can't be said for Lana. She really is dead."

"Oh, man…I'm so sorry, Emmeline."

"Oliver, the things I said about her, and-and now, she—"

"Emmeline, you were venting and blowing off some steam. No matter what you said, she was your friend and you cared about her."

"I just…I can't talk to Clark because he's hurting and won't talk about it, Chloe won't talk about what happened to her, and I can't even talk to my dad because he doesn't know about any of this. I'm sorry, I know that…I'm risking your safety right now."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. Look…I know there's nothing I can say. I know you lost your mom somewhat recently so you know what this feels like and how hard it is to get through it. But you will. I promise. You just need to take it one day at a time, okay? Do you want to hold off on some training sessions for now?"

"No. No, I-I need the distraction."

"Emmeline, I know you're hurting, but you can't think of our training sessions as a distraction. There's too much at stake for that."

"No, you're right, I'm sorry. I need…I need moments where I only focus on one thing and not everything hitting me at once. I need time where I'm not in Smallville and I'm away from all of this."

"All right. Then I'll see you three days from now."

"Okay. And, uh, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Emmeline hung up and took a deep breath as she once again wiped her eyes.

What she had conveniently left out was what had happened to the archery target at the end of their training session. If Oliver had noticed that one of his targets had been burnt to a crisp, he hadn't mentioned it.

That was for the best. Emmeline didn't want to even begin to consider what something like that meant.

But then, maybe she'd been high on adrenaline from all the training (and admittedly, Oliver's toned shirtless self) and she was remembering the whole thing wrong. Maybe it wasn't her at all. Spontaneous combustion was a thing that existed, wasn't it?

Of course. That made much more sense. There was surely a much more logical explanation to the whole thing, and that was why Oliver hadn't said anything. There was no need to worry.