Emma's POV

The night before was amazing. Clark was such a gentleman to me. I felt like I didn't deserve to be with someone like him.

"Emma."

I snapped out of my thoughts when my dad called my name.

"What?"

He chuckled. "You alright there peanut? You don't seem to be on earth today?"

"Oh, yeah I'm fine."

"Does it have something to do with Kent?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You know he has a first name too right?"

Dad shrugged. "Not really on the first name basis just yet."

I shook my head, but with a smile. "If you actually try to get to know him, maybe you two could actually get along."

"How about we get some work done."

I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible."

Dad chuckled as we stepped inside of his office. I turned to the TV that was on the news. I watched it as dad spoke to his assistant. My eyes went wide when I saw who the man in the wheelchair was.

"Hey, dad, isn't that Wally?"

He turned and was also shocked. "The hell is he doing there?"

The reporter asked Wally a question and he spoke. "Superman ruined my life. It's because of him that Im in this chair. I'm here to represent others who lost everything because of him."

I shook my head. I mean, yes, I too almost died that day. But the whole world would've been destroyed if it wasn't for Superman.

They switched to another reporter outside of the capital building. "And now we wait. All of us wondering if Superman will-" Suddenly everyone started to scream and cheer as Superman descended in front of the capital. "He's here! Are you getting this? Superman has arrived at the capital building!"

I put a hand to my mouth I shock. He was there.

I heard my dad talking to his assistant, someone gave him some papers. I looked down at them and saw that they were newspapers from the Metropolis battle. Written on them in red, 'YOU LET YOUR FAMILY DIE'.

Dad and I stared at each other then back at the screen, just in time to see the capital building explode...

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I hurried out of my car and sprinted into the apartment building. I had to see Clark. I just had to. He wasn't returning any of my calls or texts. I was worried.

I knocked, more like pounded, on his door and waited. When I got no answer, I sprinted back up the stairwell towards the roof. He told me that he would go up there to clear his head.

When I got to the roof, no one was up there. I searched around, but I couldn't find him. I grabbed my head, frustrated and worried.

"Clark where are you?"

I turned around to head back inside and froze.

At the edge of the roof, looking out over the city, was Superman.

My entire body was paralyzed. I don't think I even breathed.

It was like my body took over me, and I walked up to him. I didn't know why, I just did.

When I was about 5 feet from him, he spoke. "I didn't see it." He whispered. "I didn't see it because I wasn't looking."

I played with my hands nervously. "Y-You... people think that you did it."

"Do you believe them?"

I paused. "No."

Finally Superman turned around. "They're scared of me."

"They shouldn't be."

"But they are." He growled. "No matter what I do, it's not good enough."

I rubbed my arm. "It's never good enough. People are always going to criticize whatever you do."

He gazed into my eyes. "Do you think I'm a monster?"

I shook my head. "No."

"But that day, the Metropolis battle, you were almost killed."

"But I wasn't."

"Others were."

I took a step forward. "The entire planet would not be here if it weren't for you. And there are people who see that." I placed a hand on his chest where the 'S' symbol was. "This means something. It's all some people have. It's all that gives them hope. You give them hope."

He stared at me for a moment before smiling softly. "Thank you Emma."

He then slowly levitated into the air and took off at sonic speed. I smiled, but then froze and frowned.

How did he know my name?

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I paced back and forth in my room. My phone to my ear as I was calling Clark for probably the hundredth time tonight.

I sighed when I heard the annoying voice-mail. "Clark, please. I don't know what's going on with you, but it's worrying me. Please call me back. Please."

I hung up and groaned as I flopped down onto my bed. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door and it opened to reveal my dad.

"Hey peanut." He said as he walked over and sat down beside me. "Still no word from Clark?"

I shook my head. "I don't know where he is. He did say that he was following Superman for a story so I don't know if he was at the capital building. I can't reach him at all!" Tears started to form in my eyes. "What if he was there and he got hurt? Oh god," I covered my face. "What if he was inside the building and..."

"Emma." Dad lifted my chin so that I was looking at him. "Clark will call you back and he will be fine."

I stared at him for a moment before sighing. "I'm just worried."

"And you have every right to be. But you need to trust that Clark will come back to you, safely." He sighed. "As much as I hate to admit this, Clark is a good man. And I know that he'll take care of you."

I smiled. "Thanks dad."

He pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead. "You're welcome peanut." He stood and walked to the door. "Try to get some sleep. Watch, in the morning, Clark will be back and safe."

I nodded. "Okay. Good night dad."

"Good night Emma."

Then he closed the door and I turned off my lights and pulled the covers over me.

All night long, I thought of Clark... and Superman.