A/N: Hey friends! Enjoy Ch.10!

I'm falling and then I'm not. There's a warmth on my left and then it's gone. I'm lost in a darkness that I don't know how to escape. "Open your eyes, Stiles!" My subconscious yells at me but I don't know how to. I'm trying, I truly am trying, but they just don't want to budge. "Now!" They blink open slowly. The stuff around me spins like a merry go round and I think I'm going to throw up. Luckily, I don't hurl everywhere, but the spinning is still there.

I let my head fall to the right, there's metal guard rails, and a slide. I force my head to the left and it's the same thing. I want to move, but I physically can't, my energy level is depleted. I can hear chaos in the background and my brain tells me I need to move.

Whatever I'm laying on shakes, which causes me to panic in fear of Manjaro coming back, and I muster the energy I need to move. I sit up, my entire body heavily protesting the movement, and I cry out in pain. My right side feels like someone took a hammer to it and my left didn't feel much better. I lift my shirt and see the discoloration growing. "Ow." Is all I can say.

I have to get to the guard rails in order to be able to stand. I go to the right, grab ahold of the bars, and pull myself up. It's painful, I groan and clench my teeth through the pain that is vocalizing, but I keep it pretty muffled. Once I'm standing, I realize I probably could have just stayed sitting in order to take the slide, but that idea was a bit late now.

Going down the slide? Big mistake. It jolted me more than I thought it would and I'm huffing at the bottom trying to will the pain away. It's not really working too well in my favor. I force myself to stand, it's a struggle, but I manage to succeed. I make my way towards a tree, and once I'm to it, I lean against it. It's physically hard for me to stand right now from the world spinning and the pain.

A loud roar echoes in the city streets and I quickly look towards it. I see Manjaro swatting at Superman, aka Clark, and I worry when I see him successfully land a blow. Superman is swatted like an annoying fly, y'know the ones that like to buzz around our heads, and a building partially falls on him.

"This is your fault." I tell myself. "He came to help and you got him hurt. Just like you got Lois hurt." Even that wasn't my intention, though, didn't mean it wasn't the truth. "I'm the one that he wants." I mumble under my breath and I yell to him, "Hey! I'm over here!"

Manjaro punches the building, collapsing it more, when he abruptly stops. He turns to face me and I slowly approach him. "Yeah, I'm over here! Just leave him alone and you can have me!" I try to yell but it doesn't come out the way I expect. "I'm the one you want, just, leave him alone!"

Manjaro laughs and the hairs on my arms stand. "What have I done?" I think to myself as the fear rises into my throat.

He charges after me, but I can't run, I'm in far too much pain to even consider it. I squeeze my eyes shut, and put my arms up preparing to be knocked across the park, but the hit never comes. I peek through my arms and see Superman in front of me. Manjaro is across the street with a steal beam through his chest. I guess that's what he gets for trying to drop the building on Clark.

While he's still facing away, looking at the disaster before us, I attempt to leave. I know I'm not fast enough to escape him, but I'm not ready to face him either, so I walk the opposite direction of Superman. "Stiles." He calls but I keep moving forward swaying a bit as each step gets a little bit more challenging. "Stiles!" He calls again, a bit firm this time, but I keep going.

My head is starting to spin again, it never really stopped, and I feel a hand grab my shoulder. He turns me around and I look at the ground. "Stiles," he says to my face, "what were you thinking putting yourself at risk like that?" He scolds and I don't look up.

"I couldn't let anyone else get hurt because of me." I reply and feel the tears coming back. "I couldn't let him collapse the building on you. What if you died?" I finally look up and meet his gaze. I can't tell if he's mad, sad, disappointed, or all of them mixed together.

"He could have killed you and you're worried about me?" He says, his eyes growing more annoyed than sad now. "Stiles, I can survive having buildings collapsed on me. You can't survive being crushed to death."

"Yeah, well, I'm fine." I push his hand off and turn and start walking away again.

"You have three broken ribs and a cracked one. You're not fine, Stiles." He follows me. "I also owe you an apology."

I stop for a second, the world spinning a bit more, and turn to face him. "No, no you don't. I'm grateful you saved me from Manjaro but uh," it was getting harder to think," but uh, I don't deserve an apology." I stumble a little and he's there in an instant to balance me. "I'm the one who should be sorry." I start to fall over as my head spins and my vision swirls but he catches me before I can hit the ground.

His arm goes behind my knees and he lifts me into his arms again, gently. "No," I attempt to push him away, "I don't want to burden you anymore. Please, just put me down." I argue and he rolls his eyes.

"Stiles, you're not a burden." He tells me but I don't believe him. "If you're going to pass out then I'm not going to let you fall. You're already hurt, and you probably wouldn't be if I hadn't yelled at you, and let you wander off." He's talking but I can't really understand what he's saying. Those prickly fingers of darkness have latched onto me again and they're pulling me back under. "Stiles?"

A/N: Next chapter you guys are going to see a bit more of the fatherly side of Clark uwu and Stiles will just have to deal lol