Clark's P.O.V

It had been a normal day in Metropolis, but once I had walked into the Daily Planet it had all changed. I walked up to my desk then I noticed that everyone's eyes were on me. "Hey Lois, do I have anything on my shirt or face?" I asked questiongly.

Lois who was sitting right in front answered by shaking her head no. "Then why is-" I was cut off by Jimmy Olsen who was one of the many photographers here at The Daily Planet approaching me and Lois crying. "Jimmy what's wrong?" asked Lois worriedly.

"Nothing...um...C.K. wants to see you in his office," said Jimmy.

"Why what's wrong?" I asked.

"NOTHING! NOW JUST GO!" yelled Jimmy now everybody was staring. I just turned around and walked to Perry's office.

Once I walked in Perry's office I knew it was bad because instead of calling me Kent he called me by my actually name.

"Jimmy told me that you need to talk to me." I said.

"Yeah, I do need to talk to you Clark. You see, after everyone left yesterday, I got a call from the editor of The Bay Mirror in San Francisco." he said. At that point I was lost what would they want with me. "Clark, she told me that she was down a reporter and asked me if I would be willing to transfer any of my reporters. Then I thought to myself...Who's one of my best reporters? Then I thought of you Clark." The way he said all of that is like he didn't care about any of my feelings. "Clark, now I have one last question. Will you do it?" he asked.

Thoughts started to race in my head...mainly where will I live, who will I meet, and are there any villain's there. Then I remembered that I have always wanted to see the Golden Gate Bridge. "I'll do it" I said.


Lois's P.O.V

You miss a lot of stuff when you leave The Daily Planet for five minutes just to get a cup of coffee. I just got back from a coffee shop and I can't see Clark anywhere. I run up to his desk and find Jimmy sitting there crying harder then he was before. "Jimmy what's wrong? Where's Clark?" I asked.

"Lois, he's been transferred to San Francisco," Jimmy told me while wiping away his tear.

Smallville transferred? That must be why everyone was staring at him this morning. I got out my phone and dialed Clark's number. "Hello." I heard Clark's voice on the other line. "Clark it's-" I was cut off by Clark's voicemail. I closed my phone I turned around and ran straight for my car. Once I got out of city limits, I tried to call Clark again and I got his voicemail once again. I finally got to the Kent farm and the first thing I saw was Clark's bright red truck.

I jumped out of my car and ran right for the door which was wide-open. I guess Clark didn't hear me come in because I walked right up to him and he didn't even budge. "Super hearing my butt," I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"Actually, I did hear you come in but I just decided to ignore you," Clark told me sitting down, opening his laptop.

"So, you're leaving town and didn't even tell me bye," I said using my puppy dog voice and pouting my lip.

"Actually, I was going to after I find a apartment. Speaking of apartments I see one which looks pretty nice," he told me while moving his laptop in my view so I could see the apartment. It looked like a really nice little space, except it looked one of those efficiency apartments. Clark must have figured out what I was thinking because he asked me if I thought he should look for a new apartment. "No I like it you should get it." I told him trying my hardest to sound happy that he got the transfer.

He got up and got a hold of the apartment people and of course, he got the apartment.

As much as it killed me to see him go, I pulled him in a hug and whispered in his ear. "Never forget about Smallville." That was the last time I saw the man I secretly loved.