A/N: This is the last installment of this story (i know, it took forever to finish!) I hope you guys enjoy and be on the lookout for the sequal Here With Me arriving around the beginning of September...and now...In Shadows.

Oh, one more thing, the lyrics from this song are from Angel by Sarah McLaughlin.


Lex blinked a couple of times, making sure he read the sender's name right. His mouth opened as he realized that the name on the mail was real in fact, and he wasn't seeing anything unreal. It was just hard to expect that concept with how weird seeing that name on screen was. "Clark Kent…but…how?" He knew that this couldn't be right. Clark was dead; there was no way he could send an e-mail, and with the fact that he didn't believe in the beyond, the rich man started to get confused.

Lex looked around for the subject area on the screen but couldn't find one. Meaning that if it really was Clark who sent this, he didn't want others to know. He moved the cursor over the name, and opened it. His screen went black as the e-mail opened and words began tumbling across the screen. He raised his eyebrows as the letter scrolled down.

Lex-

It's me, Chloe. Look, I know you were expecting this to be from Clark, but it was the only way I could risk getting word out to you and not have anybody else read it. I've found some information on Clark that I think you need to see. I'll be down at the Torch for a while, so come by as soon as this is done scrolling. Remember, this message will only go by once and when it's done playing; it'll delete itself when it's done. I hope you've been reading this carefully.

Chloe Sullivan

That e-mail surprised Lex-he knew that some of the things Chloe did were secretive, but to go as far as to create an e-mail using her recently departed friend's e-mail…this had to be a sign from the reporter that something big with Clark was going down and they needed to find out about it fast. He grabbed his coat and keys, and rushed out the door without a second glace back.


Jonathan and Martha slowly walked to their son's room, knowing this was going to be hard on them no matter what way they looked at it. Both parents gazed at each other looking for comfort from the other before confronting their son about what they had done. Finally, they got the courage and opened the door.

Clark was sitting in his slightly raised bed, and had been dozing off until he heard his parents come in. He made a move to sit up more but the move was quickly forgotten as pain shot up into his chest. He hid his agony and smiled slightly as his parents took a seat on one side of him, and as soon as they did, he looked at them both grinning softly, as if nothing bad had happened-as if everything was going to be okay. A look that made it more hard for the parents to do what they had to do.

"So, are Lana, Chloe, and Pete going to stop by soon?" Jonathan and Martha looked at each other giving the silent okay. Jonathan took a deep breath and started.

"Son...I don't think anybody's going to come by any time soon." Clark's eyes shot up in a mix of confusion, worry, and wonder.

"Oh. Why not?" Jonathan sighed. "They…don't…really know you're here right now son." He stopped and Martha took over grabbing Clark's hand stroking it softly. "Baby, you've got to understand that we did this for your own good."

He pulled away from the grip immediately. "Mom, what do you mean, I'm confused." She thought on how to put her words at this.

"Sweetie…no one in Smallville knows you're alive right now except for us, Doctor Haslam, the Sheri ff, a-and your school principal." Martha felt like she was talking with a knife in her throat telling the boy this, and Clark's eyes widened, "W-what? No, mom, I don't think I heard you right. What do you mean by everyone thinks I'm…dead?" It pained Martha to see her son panic like this. She wished there was something she could do, yet, the more she thought, the less ideas that came to her head. Jonathan's voice caused her to look over at him luckily, snapping her out of her distressing trance.

"Son, there was nothing else we could do. If Derek knew you were still alive right now, there's no telling how far he'd go the next time to hurt you again. As far as you go to Smallville, you're dead. There was a funeral for you and everything. I'm sorry son, I really am."

Clark's eyes filled with tears as he realized that his parents were telling the truth. Everyone thought he was actually.. "No" He whispered, "You're lying." Martha shook her head and reached for his hand again.

"Clark, please don't cry, we just didn't want to lose you for real. It was for your own good sweetie." Clark turned his head away and pulled his hand back from his mother's grasp for a second time.

"Please, don't, just leave." His voice came out in almost a whisper, which broke Martha's heart more then anything. "If there was anything else we could do, we'd do it Clark. This was the only way to keep you out of danger, please, try to understand that."

He shook his head again, "No mom" A tear rolled down his face, "I just want to be alone, don't come back for a while." That was a crushing blow to Martha's as she let the words of her son ring in her head. He was so angry at them; she knew that he had every right to feel anger like that though. She also just wanted Clark to want them there with him; to hold him and comfort him after he found out the news. Instead, he just wanted to be…left alone and have nothing to do with either of them. Slowly, the couple rose together and walked toward the door when Jonathan turned around.

"Just remember Clark, we're here for you when you need us." Clark didn't reply to his offer, instead, he kept his head turned staring hard at the wall, willing himself not to cry until they left. Jonathan put his head down in defeat, knowing there was no way their son was going to forgive them for this for a very long time. He put his hand on Martha's back and lead her out the door, closing it behind him.

When he finally heard the door click, Clark let it all out. He cried feeling hurt, feeling betrayed by his own parents for keeping this lie from him. His friends thought he was dead and gone, and he shook his head in disbelief as more tears rolled down his soft cheeks. No he thought My parents wouldn't do this to me, they love me. No, they would've told me when I woke up. He curled up under the white hospital bed sheets and made himself as comfortable as he could on the bumpy mattress. Hopefully none of the doctors came to check up on him, he knew it wouldn't be a pleasant sight for them to see him sobbing like he was a little child.

Wiping his eyes with the back of his un-taped hand, he hoped to dry his face and control his emotions, but no avail came to him when the tears still kept coming. In fact, he thought he'd be crying forever. Right now all he wanted to do was wake from this dream. Nothing here seemed to be right, his friends would come in at any minute and start talking to him about what he'd miss in school and that everyone couldn't wait until he came back. He realized after a little bit that this dream was reality and he couldn't get out of it. Relaxing against the pillow, he soon drifted off into a restless sleep, praying the whole time all this would just…go away.


Lex hurriedly pulled up in front of the school in one of his expensive black Ferraris, got out, and ran inside the building. It took him a little while to find the Torch office since the school had many levels, but he finally found the entrance and burst in. Chloe, who was sitting at her computer, jumped up in startle as the door was burst open. She turned around troubled to see Lex in the doorway.

"Lex! God, don't just burst in here like that! At least come in quietly if you're going to startle me." He smiled a little then covered the distance between the two with two quick strides. "You said you had some information on Clark, what is it exactly?" Chloe's eyes glistened with excitement but quickly dimmed as she turned around to her computer. Brushing back her hair, she quickly opened the files needed and turned back to Lex.

"I did some digging after Clark…d-died, to see what kind of injuries he had. Turns out, they never documented any of them." Lex leaned down and looked at the computer.

"Why wouldn't they document any of the findings? The hospital is supposed to record everything about a patient." Chloe nodded. "That's what I've always thought. So I dug a little deeper and…I found his files. They hid them so deep, it almost took me two hours to find them."

Lex raised his eyebrows, "What did the files say?" Chloe sighed as he did, making a few more clicks on the mouse before standing up straight again.

"I looked through the whole chart and…there was no time of death Lex, nothing about him dying." Confused, he pressed further. "What are you getting at Chloe?" She smiled a little.

"I think Clark's still alive."


Lana sat on her bed looking through some old photo albums she had. There were images of happy memories and good times frozen in one moment in time. Every time she came to a picture with all her friends goofing around and smiling, she wished that she could go back to those times and be happy again.

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.

She smiled as she turned to a picture of her and Clark covered in whipped cream laughing at each other. She remembered that day well. Clark, Pete, Chloe, and she were hanging out at the Talon just after closing. All of them had gotten bored, so Chloe disappeared for a moment and came back with cans of whipped cream. She tossed everybody a can and began to fire the whipped cream all over everyone. Of course they all had to get her back, and an all out war began seconds later.

She smiled at the memory, having to bow her head to the divan below her sadly when she realized the small grin had slipped onto her lips. We had so much fun that day. Everybody was happy and...alive. Her thoughts stopped again as she remembered Clark. Tears came to her eyes again. She shouldn't feel happy when the person she loved was dead. Not when he can't be happy with her.

There's always some reason
to feel not good enough,
and it's hard, at the end of the day.

She looked through some more pictures and found another photo of her and Clark. This time they were out in the snow. Lana was on top of Clark with a big smile on her face as she held a snowball waiting for the strike. She laughed a little at the remembrance. More tears came to her eyes as she remembered all the good times there were.

I need some distraction,
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.

Let me be empty,
Oh, and weightless,
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

She sighed, all the memories that went through her head were becoming too much to handle. She just wanted them to go away for a while so she could feel peaceful for at least a little while. What a release it would be from what reality was doing to her. She thought of Clark again, he was now her angel. If she closed her eyes, she could remember his embrace. It was always warm and smelled of sweet spices and hay.

She was comforted by the smells that flooded back to her. God, if only he were here with me now. I could tell him how I feel and that I love him so much. Looking through more photos, she came across a bunch with him and Pete, then some of him and Chloe, then some of just him and her. Usually the ones she found with just the two of them; they were always hugging.

In the arms of the angel,
fly away from here,
from this dark, cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you feel.

You are pulled from the wreckage,
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort here.

There was a picture that suddenly stood out of all the others. It was a sunny day in the background and Chloe, Pete, Clark and she were all sitting on one of the Kent's back field fences smiling at their accomplishment. All of them had come out to the Kent's to help repair one of their back fences after a storm tore the whole thing up. A sort of warmth filled her heart as she thought back to that day. That was one of the better days where they didn't talk a lot, but you could tell they were all good friends.

So tired of the straight line,
and everywhere you turn,
there's vultures and thieves at your back.

The storm keeps on twisting.
Keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack.

She sighed again.
Clark wouldn't be there anymore for them. Thinking back, Lana remembered all the criminals and thieves that he had fought away for all of them. It always seemed like somebody was after them. Every time they turned around some other meteor freak would come after them.

Don't make no difference,
escape one last time.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness,
Oh, this glorious sadness,
that brings me to my knees.

Lana looked up at a sudden noise that was made. She realized that the sound was thunder and that a storm was coming close to them. She moved from her bed, walked down the stairs, then walked out the door. The rain started to come down as she closed the door. Looking up, she put out her hands and put her head up to feel the rain coming down on her. The water masked the tears that now poured down her face. Another rumble of thunder brought her down on her knees in anguish. She yelled out as another rumble went across the skies.

"Why? Why did you take him away from me! He wasn't ready to leave, he was too young!" She began sobbing again; no longer having the strength to yell out on her sadness. There was nothing left in her to fight her growing emotions. So there she sat on the lawn crying until there was nothing left to cry.

In the arms of the angel,
fly away from here,
from this dark, cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you feel.
You are pulled from the wreckage,
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort here.

After her tears were gone, she walked back inside dripping wet and sat down on her bed. The room was cold and dark; except for the occasional flash of lighting. As she lay down on top of her bed slowly drifting off to sleep, her last thoughts were, My Clark, my angel that holds me when I cry, my love, and my hero. I miss you. She held up a picture that contained just him smiling one of his signature smiles. She kissed the picture and held it to her chest as she eyes closed and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

You're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort here.

The End