He sat beside her the bed creaking under his weight. He lifted her into his lap. Her eyes stayed on the clouds.

"What happened?"

He was pushing her too far. She rested against his chest.

"You…aren't suppose to see this. It, just helps me. Training. There isn't anything wrong with it. I just get hurt a little. Dad…he…he always would train with…the same way. There's not anything wrong. Don't tell it's my secret. I don't want to see the way your mom would look at me. Her eyebrows drawn together, face all bent up with worry. It's…not wrong. It isn't."

She was talking more to herself than anyone else.

He looked down at her

"Why do you train?"

"It's better to get aggression out through training than it is to get it out on a person."

He looked at her and stood up.

"Get it out on me."

She looked up at him, "No."

"Why not? I won't hit back."

"I won't hit you, if I did, I'd rather you hit back."

He sat back down and brought her to lean against his chest again.

"Why do you train?"

"I already told you."

"We have an agreement, you tell me everything and I won't call unless it's necessary. Let's try again, why do you train?"

"I…depend on it."

Her eyes were starting to cloud over.

"It…it um, helps me stay sane…nothing's wrong with it."

"Something is wrong with it."


"These cuts, these bruises, that's what! I won't stand back and let you do this to your self. Lois, please, please let me help. We can go running together, anything."

She studied the pattern on his bed sheets.

"No! Nothing. Is. Wrong. With. It!"

She pushed herself off the bed and ran for the door.

He got there first, "Lois, we have a deal," he reminded her again.

"Why do you train?"

She sunk to the floor, "I couldn't save her."

His eyebrows furrowed, "Couldn't save who?"

"Lucy…Momma was gone, and I should have been there for her! I should have been the mom. The better mom. I should have known things were going wrong, I should have stopped them. I couldn't save her," He sank down beside her. "She was all I had, she's gone now. I should have protected her and I couldn't," He brought her into a hug. She was just ranting now but it hurt to hear the desperation in her voice.

"It's okay, tell me more."

"I always saved her, and this time I couldn't," Her eyes were unfocussed now. "My baby sister I couldn't save her. She was hurting and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't beat up the bad-guy. I couldn't save her, I couldn't." Her whole body was shaking, and if the bruises had scared him this was scarring him twice as much.

"I know, I know," he whispered into her hair.

"I couldn't be the mom, I…couldn't…save…her...," she exhausted herself, falling asleep against Clark's chest.

He lifted her up placing her in the bed and getting in beside her. He ran a finger across a bruise on her cheek.

"You can't save everyone in the world."