Title: Cognizant
Author: Nadia Mack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Summary: Sequel to Awake. She thought it was only a dream.
Author's Notes: This storyline is gonna come in hard and fast. You'll know once you read it. Remember, this story is written in 7 parts, so please don't expect it to be long and drawn out. With the exception of the Prologue, I hope the updates are appropriate in its lenght.

Previously in Awake

An accident on the way to Smallville left Lois Lane in a coma for two days. Little did she understand that during her comatose state, she found herself living in the future where she was successful, married and most of all, happy.

Now back in the life she knew, there are moments where she questions the possibility that some of it is real.

And if so, what would it mean for her.



That's what I feel right now.

I can barely eat. I don't care much to think. Everything seems to move in slow motion. I always thought this would never happen to me again. I always thought I had things under control. I was so wrong and wished so much I was right.

Everyone has left now.

I can hear the fallen leaves whistling.

I was alone.

No one but the memories of people long gone to keep me company. I stare numbly at the gravestone and I still can't believe it.

'Loving husband and father'

It isn't right.

He shouldn't be gone.

"It never gets easy, does it?" I asked.

I felt someone watching me. No. I knew someone was watching me. I kept my eyes right where they were until the person stepped up and stood besides me.

"No. I'm afraid it never does."

I face Bruce and the tears forming in my eyes felt like poison.

"There are times when I wished I didn't know them. That I came and went. It's different when my mother died. I knew her, but then I didn't really know her. If it wasn't for the photos, I wouldn't remember her at all." I paused trying to gather the strength to continue. "But... but Mr. Kent was like... was like a dad to me and now he's gone."

I felt him wrap one arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer so he could place an assuring kiss on my forehead.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him softly.

"Chloe was worried. I wasn't sure if you wanted the company, but once I got the call from her, I knew there was no place I'd rather be than be here for you."

I smiled weakly.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked.

"I can already foresee Mrs. Kent overworking herself at the Talon to avoid coming home. She spent last night at my apartment. And Lex Luthor as Senator is making things worse. I need your help, but it's a really big favor."

Without further explanation, "What do you need?"

"I need you to buy the Talon."

I should be surprised that he didn't look all that surprised.

"Consider it done."

"And put it in Martha Kent's name."

He nods.

"I'll pay you back. I don't know how exactly, but I will."

"You don't need to. Our friendship doesn't work that way, Lois. No strings attached." I want to cry but I force myself not to. "Can I give you a ride home?"

I shake my head. "I want to stay a little longer, but I won't be long."


When he leaves I look back on Jonathan Kent's gravestone, a constant montage of images goes through my mind.

"No more running," I whispered. "I'm going to transfer to Met-U. Get my degree and do something with my life. Anything. But I promise I'm not going to run anymore." I take out a single white lily that I've been holding onto all morning. "It's my favorite flower. I hope you like it; your wife liked it too. Goodbye Mr. Kent. I'll never forget you."

When I turned to walk away I stopped when I felt another feeling - a feeling I couldn't describe. I turned to see if anyone was around but my line of sight saw no one. I turn back around and left the cemetery with the strong sense that someone was watching me all the way through.

Clark stepped out of the trees and watched Lois Lane walk to her car. He heard everything she said. Felt the sorrow in her voice. Saw the determination in her eyes. And he saw something in her she never lets him see.

A woman of remarkable compassion.

He looked at his father's headstone and realized.

Lois was right.

No more running.

To be Continued…