A/N: Howdy friends! Hope you like chapter 3!

He had me follow him into the Daily Planet. Apparently he works here as a reporter but nobody knows his secret identity. I found that very unbelievable, but he said that the glasses, clumsiness, and his dorky side didn't seem to make him a suspect. I was still skeptical until I met Lois Lane, officially this time, and he went all fumble this and stutter that.

"So you're the one from this morning." She accused and I felt myself shrink a little as if I had done something wrong. "That was really brave. Manjaro could have easily killed you." What in the, this isn't my world so I shouldn't judge, name was Manjaro?

"Oh, that," I shrug, "rather it be me than a kid, y'know." She's staring at me. "You and Clark?" I ask. "How long have you been working together?"

Clark's knee smacks the desk when he goes to stand and he winces. He grabs his knee and the coffee cup that toppled over. I look at him judgingly, my eyes squinted, and Lois sighs. "He's been my partner for a year and a half now. As you can see it's going well."

Clark is wiping spilled coffee off of himself and blushes a bit. "This doesn't happen often." He argues and I believe the accident was real. The pain? He needed to work on that a bit.

Lois excuses herself and I help him finish cleaning the mess. I do so quietly as I think about how awkward that entire interaction was. Once it's cleaned, Clark is back at his computer researching time cubes. I'm watching him scroll through fan made Dr. Strange stones and contraptions and then I see it.

"There!" I point at the screen and he follows to where I'm pointing. He clicks the image and pulls it up bigger. "That's it."

"This, this right here is what brought you from your world to ours?" Clark asks and I nod to confirm.

"Box of Mirrors? That name doesn't make any sense." I huff and he researches it further.

"A box of time travel, reality manipulation, and many hidden secrets. Once used by the Masked Merchant to rob banks and trains back in the thirties. You can now find the box displayed at the local museum in our very own Metropolis." Clark reads. "Oh hey! I guess we now know why it sent you here."

"Maybe," I answer, "Where's this Museum?"

"It's across town. Let me grab my jacket and we can head over. Though, we probably won't be able to touch it. It's considered a prized artifact." He says as he finishes scrolling.

"We're somehow going to have to get our hands on it." I retort and stand. "But for now you're right. Let's just go see it."

It's early evening when we arrive at our destination. For being a Museum, this place was massive and it took forever to find what we were looking for. Once we did find it, I wasn't very relieved to see it locked under a glass box, and behind a glass wall. Clark and I stood side by side staring at the small box. The designs on it foreign to both of us, and the crevices still had small bits of light that shined through, it just like I remembered before.

"That's it?" Clark asks and a shake my head. "For such a small box it sure does hold a lot of power if it brought you here."

I exhale heavily and think about Scott and if he won the fight or not. "Yup," I agree, "and it's going to need that same power to get me back home." I mutter and then hear glass breaking and screams erupting.

Both Clark and I quickly look in the direction of the chaos. People are running and hollering again like this morning. My eyes are darting quickly through the crowd to find the source and I see him, the Time Merchant, and he had Manjaro with him.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaim in frustration. "How is that even possible?"

"I'm assuming the Merchant was brought here with you and saw the disaster this morning. Must've broke Manjaro to help him get the box." Clark explains and I feel as dread and fear build inside of me.

"Clark, if he gets that box I'll be stuck here. I need to get back to my dad and friends!" I panic a bit and he turns to me.

"We're going to get you home." He reassures. "But for now I need you to stay here. I'll be right-" He's cut off mid sentence when the building quakes a bit.

Manjaro is punching a structural beam and the Merchant is staring right at me. He begins making a shrieking noise that rattles the glass. He's across the Museum from us, and its so loud, we both have to cover our ears. Manjaro keeps punching that beam until breaks, causing debris to start falling. Clark tackles me to the floor and puts himself on top of me as rock falls from the ceiling and lands around us.

"Stay here!" He commands and runs behind a statue where there aren't any cameras, or people, and I feel a wind whip through the area.

In an instant, I feel the wind whip again and he's back in his little outfit thing he wears to hide his identity. I won't lie, it suits him well. He helps me stand and tells me to stay behind him. "What are you some kind of shield now?" And the look he gives me tells me to shut up. "Sorry." I mumble.

The giant is hitting another beam which causes more debris to fall and Clark grabs me by the shoulders and gets us out of the way before we get smashed. The quick movement makes my head woozy and I have to regain my balance once he does it.

"You good?" He asks and I tell him I'm fine.

"We have to get that cube." I tell him and he nods. "The glass is already shattered from the crap that keeps falling. If you can keep them busy I can get it."

He looks at me contemplating the idea. "You realize it's a crime to steal from a Museum." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Dude, did you think we wouldn't be taking it if I need it to get home?" I ask him. He looks at me for a few seconds and then nods.

"Ok, but, be careful." I tell him I'll be fine. He then flew off towards the two bad guys ravaging the place.

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