Author's Notes: This has certainly been a wild ride. One of the best times I've ever had writing fanfic so thank you all for your continued support, praise and criticism. They were all greatly appreciated. Thank you again.
I walked into the newsroom and spot Chloe at her desk. "Hey little cousin." I greeted her like I normally do every morning when I get in. "How's my favorite cousin doing this fine morning?"
She chuckled. "Lois, I'm your only cousin."
"Ha ha," she replied with a wide-grin. "What's gotten into you this morning? You're looking incredibly happy."
"Nothing, it's just a good morning."
"How many cups of coffee did you drink?" she fished.
"What?" I protested. "I can't come to work with a little morning cheer?"
"I can't be that bad."
"Lois, you're late every morning but today. Something's definitely up."
"Oh please,"I scoffed."I'm not late, everyone else is just early."
"Do you actually think I would buy that?"
"No, but I've always wanted to say it."
She laughed. "Where's Clark?" she asked. "Have you two worked things out, because the tension is killing me."
I shrugged. "I don't know, but we talked."
"And…" I didn't know what else she wanted me to say. "We talked," I repeated. What did she expect?
"That's it? You guys just talked?"
"And nothing happened?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, cuz, but nothing newsworthy about us, I assure you," I replied, giving her a wink before heading to my desk. On the way there, I could faintly hear my cousin saying, 'What did that wink mean?'
Clark arrived at the Kawatche Caves staring at all the symbols on the cave walls. He hasn't stepped foot in there in years. After he had learned how to fly, he avoided using the cave as a transportation device to the Fortress and decided on flying being the safest for everyone involved.
He couldn't help but stand there and reflect over the past years and how much everything and especially he, has changed.
"I hope I made you proud, dad," Clark said, kneeling before the headstone that carved his father's name. He sat down and crossed his legs Indian style. "And I wish you were here with me and mom." He breathed deeply, remembering all the good memories he had with his father.
"I miss you, and I just want you to know that I'm going to be all right…" he paused. "Even if I have to do it alone."
"You're not alone," a voice spoke out from behind him.
My eyes blinked open and I wake up with a start. I couldn't get the feeling that something was off. I turned and bugged the sleeping form besides me in hopes that it wasn't happening again.
"What's wrong?" Clark murmured out of his sleep.
"What?" he exclaimed, eyes bursting open. "Why?"
"Just to make sure I'm not dreaming"
Clark grinned at me. "I could do a lot more than just pinch you, you know," he teased mercilessly. That was normally my job, but I find that the role has reversed.
He gets out of bed, taking me with him.
"Come on," he says, getting excited. "We got to get to the church before Chloe disowns us. Even with my superpowers, we're never on time."
I chuckled. "That's because you keep distracting me."
"Me? What about you?" he countered playfully. "You're not exactly innocent in all this."
I shrugged. "But I'm the fiancée, I've got privileges."
He laughed before looking at his watch. "We've got at least 20 minutes to get there."
It's been a year since he and I 'officially' started dating. We actually had plans on getting married earlier, especially after everything I knew - there was a part of me that wanted to be spontaneous, something that was done because I had wanted it to and not because it served my memories right. And when we were ready, I realized that I wasn't.
I wanted to share this moment with the people I loved. My friends. My family. Old and new. If I never found my way to the future, I honestly believe that I would be exactly where I'm suppose to be.
Next to the man I'm going to spend my life with.
"They're not going to start without the bride and groom."
I wouldn't want it any other way.
"But we need to get prepared," he replies.
I smirked and took a quick glance at the clock. "We can spare ten, right?"
He shook his head adamantly. "That's not enough." I raised my eyebrows before he added, "Let's go for fifteen."
Then he took me and did what I can only describe is a fiery passionate kiss and the rest is history.