A/N; I'm just going to state a few things now as this whole thing is starting up.

Clark and Lois are together at the beginning of the story. Ollie and Chloe, however, are not. The reason why is explained later on. And yes, I know Chloe had a kid by 2015 in canon, but, for simplicity's sake, I'm not factoring the kid in the story as said kid was never even given a name.

Clark and Chloe are my favorite pairing- as friends. Not as a couple. In the earlier seasons, it would have been fine. However, after the point where Clark and Lois got together, the concept of Clark and Chloe seemed far fetched. Just so we're clear, this will not be a romance story between the two, so, if that's what you are looking for you have come to the wrong place.

Also note that this is a re-post due to some heavy editing I have planned. This is all really due to a certain obsession of mine were I like to have absolutely everything interconnect. By everything, I mean all my stories. My original stories all connect in some way, and my fan fiction stories all happen to exist within the same mashed up universe. As I'm reorganizing absolutely everything, this story, along with a few others, were on the list of 're post now'.

Anyways, on with the story.

Chapter 1

We Fall Together

August 5th, 2015

Her heart was thumping frantically.

There was a gun pointing at her head.

But, that wasn't what mattered, wasn't why there was fear pumping in her veins. The fear wasn't for her. It wasn't for her at all. She'd been face to face with death time and time again, she held no fear for herself. Sure, she didn't want to go, she wanted to stay. After all, who just wants to lay back and let the world kill them?

No, she was a fighter. But, she also knew when it was time to just accept the facts. And, right now, death was the better option. She didn't want to be saved, because she could see the glint in the eyes of her captor as they shined with malice.

Her mind continued the endless mantra, the chant she had practically adopted.

'Don't come, don't come. Damn it Clark, don't come for me. Leave me, I'm not worth it, leave me here, leave damn it!'

The seconds were ticking past.

"Where's your hero now?" the man before her sneered viciously.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

If she could just get close enough, just close enough, she had enough training to get the gun away from him. But she couldn't. She was trapped up against the wall as he pointed the gun at her.

Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds...

'Don't come, Clark. Don't, don't, don't! Her mind was screaming.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...

She could see it in his eyes, see it as they glistened with madness.

This was a trap.

This was a trap, and, as she heard the doors breaking and Superman's booming voice demanding that Lex Luthor let her go, she knew Clark had just walked right into it...

"NO!" she screamed. The fear wasn't for herself. It wasn't for herself at all.

BANG.

The air around them was practically torn as Clark shot forward. Running faster than the eye could see, he first grabbed Lex and shoved him away, hard, before jumping in-front of the bullet, just as Lex knew Clark would.

Clark grunted and gave out a pitiful yelp as he fell back, as he collapsed, blood falling from his chest onto his Superman suit as he felt the Kryptonite rip right through him. Chloe screamed as she watched him collapse.

Frantically, she ran up to him and turned him over.

"Chloe..." he hissed in pain.

"I knew you'd come for her." Lex spat as he rose.

Chloe turned and glared at him, her heart filling with complete and utter hatred of the man she had once called friend.

There were shouts outside, the sound of a battle echoing forward from the rest of the compound. Clark wasn't the only member of the Justice League here attempting to rescue Chloe Sullivan, aka Watchtower, but, ultimately, he was the target of this little charade.

In fact, she was sure this wasn't the only one of Lex's many facilities currently being assaulted at the moment. But, this was the facility that held her, and, of course, Clark, idiot he was, had come straight to her instead of sending someone more practical, someone who wouldn't collapse on the ground in withering agony at the presence of a mere stone which Lex seemed to own with increased abundance.

Suddenly, something caught Chloe's eyes. She glance a little to her right at a faint green glow. The bullet. It had pierced, through and through. Without a second of hesitation, she shot forward, grabbed it, turned, and flung it as hard as she could to the opposite of the room before Lex could even think of trying to stop her.

Clark gasped and Chloe glanced down as the wounded healed itself.

"No!" Lex snarled. Superman would not survive this day. He would ensure himself of that. He would ensure himself that this day, the Man of Steel would be no more as he pulled a dagger out made of a special ore he had taken months to even find.

Gold Kryptonite.

Emil Hamilton had been very unresponsive when Lex demanded to know Superman's greatest weakness. Lex, however, had many allies. Psimon, a powerful psychic at Lex's disposal, had all but destroyed the good doctor's mind, crawling through it's depths to discover the one weapon that would strip the Man of Steel of his powers forever. In hindsight, Lex supposed that allying himself with Inter-dimensional demons(Trigon) and the leader of Apokolips itself(Darkseid) was a bit haphazardly, but, it got him the results he wanted, so he wouldn't question it now.

Superman quickly rose. The wound still burned, and there was still some residue Kryptonite inside of him, but it wasn't enough to slow him down.

Lex dropping a blue meteor rock on the floor, however...

"COME ON!" Lex screamed at Superman. Really, he hadn't gone through all the trouble in putting together an entire League of Supervillans together and setting up an elaborate trap to not kill his greatest nemesis now. Currently, while there were still a few Justice League members battling it out here, most of them were scattered all over the planet with all the chaos Lex had stirred while getting this plan into motion.

"Superman, don't!" Chloe held him back, pointing at the dagger in Lex's hands. Clark recognized it for what it was instantly, quickly hiding his shock. How the hell did Lex manage to-

"Fight me, or I kill her." Lex snapped impatiently, lifting the gun once more and pointing it at Chloe.

"Why don't you just shoot me again?" Clark countered, causing Chloe to resist the urge to smack him upside the head. Seriously? Did he want to get himself killed!

"Because," Lex said casually, "I want to see. I want to see the light die in your eyes as I kill you."

"Superman-" Chloe warned.

Lex fired a warning shot above their heads.

"Getting impatient here." Lex informed them, as if they didn't already know.

"Clark, DON'T!" Chloe bellowed as the idiot charged. Sure, he had all the training Jor-El had to offer, and, even stripped of his powers, was a formidable opponent, but still, what the hell? Chloe didn't even realize her slip until a moment too late, but she found that she did not care. Not now, anyways.

Superman swung at Lex, but the other man dodged and slashed.

Blood.

Superman attempted to grab Lex's knife hand, trying to get the dagger out. Lex, however, was a well trained opponent, and he twisted, turned, and managed to land a good kick on Clark, sending the other man backwards.

Then, Lex did something neither Clark nor Chloe had expected. He kicked away the blue Kryptonite, causing it loose it's glow, before turning to Clark. Slipping his hand in his pocket, he quickly drew a green one instead.

'Where the hell does he get all these!' Chloe mentally screamed as she watched Clark fall to his knees.

"NO!" at which point she ran at Lex.

But, she wasn't fast enough. She wasn't quick enough.

And, she watched helplessly as Lex Luthor plunged the knife made of Golden Kryptonite into the body of Clark Kent, her best friend, the man she had once loved and the man she had come to view as a brother in all things save blood, her hero.

Clark screamed in agony.

His back arched backwards as Lex backed away, grinning in satisfaction. It was easy, almost too easy, too good to be true. But, years had payed off, and now, he had finally done it. Clark's eyes took on a golden tinge, light itself practically exploded from within him and he glowed. He glowed, every vein on his body popping out before it was done, and the Man of Steel fell...

He, Lex Luthor, had overcome Superman. He, a mere mortal, had brought a God to his knees.

"No, no, Clark! CLARK! CLARK!" Chloe knelt before her friend, heart wrenching sobs ripping from her as she pulled the dagger out and tossed it away.

"Chlo..." he gasped as she gripped his fallen frame, shaking him back and forth as more sobs escaped her.

Clark... As in Kent? Clark Kent? Clark Kent was Superman? Lex's eyebrows shot into his none-existent hair. Even he hadn't seen that one coming. After all, who would suspect such a bumbling bafoon to be a walking talking god?

"Clark, damn it Clark, damn it you are not going to die, you hear me? YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE!" Chloe hollered.

Lex laughed cruelly as Clark whimpered.

"He's already dead, sweetheart." he told her.

Chloe ignored the other man as she placed her hand on Clark's chest. It had been a while since she'd done this. She's remembered thinking she'd lost her powers after Braniac. In all honesty, she had, for a while. It had only been years later, when she, by accident, healed Ollie that she realized her powers had returned to her.

And she would be damned if she didn't save her friend now.

"Chlo, don't." Clark gasped out.

The look of glee and triumph written on Lex's face began to fade as he watched in confusion.

"Shut it, Kent." Chloe snapped before closing her eyes. Her hand began to glow with brilliant blinding angelic white-light. Then, she screamed. Again. This time, it was Chloe's back that arched. This time, she was the one in pain. She'd healed others before, even Clark, but not like this. This was different. This was something she had never experienced before, because, usually, the pain came afterward, but not this time.

Chloe's eyes had snapped open and they glowed in her power. Her iris' took the tinge of a white star, brilliant and eternal, as she attempted to heal the Kryptonian at her feet.

"What are you doing!" Lex demanded, watching as white light glowed from were Chloe had her hand placed on Clark's chest, engulfing the wound. She was healing him, Lex quickly realized with horror. "NO!" he bellowed, moving to pull her off when an unseen force suddenly lifted him and slammed him into the wall.

He felt a hand around his throat and looked up into the eyes of Tess Mercer.

"Hello brother..." she squeezed.

"I... Got rid... Of you..." Lex gasped.

"I'm a ghost. Not real easy to get rid of, and you killed me Lex."

"I'm sure I had a reason."

"You were under the delusion you were saving me." Tess shrugged, ignoring Chloe's agonized moans behind her as she tried to heal the unnatural wound that plagued Clark.

His skin began to glow again, like when the dagger had first plunged into him. But, this time, it as different. It felt different, very different.

Tess watched as Lex slumped up against the wall, the loss of air to much for him, and she let him drop before turning to the other two. They wouldn't survive, neither of them. Chloe's powers were still on the fritz, and even still, Lex had plunged the knife in too deep.

There was only one thing she could think of doing.

Walking up to Chloe, she knelt beside the other woman. Chloe, believing Tess to be Lex, tried to strike the spirit away before she realized who it was. Her jaw dropped for half a second before she remembered Clark, quickly returning to work.

Tess was going to sacrifice herself. Her spirit would fade, and finally be in peace, but, should it work, she'd give both Clark and Chloe the strength to carry on as she placed a hand on each of them, even as Chloe continued her vigorous attempts to heal the unhealable wound.

Tess bit her tongue as pain filled her, but she had expected it. Then, she smiled. She was finally going to rest. After so long, she could rest.

There was a bright flash as Tess Mercer was no more, and an even brighter flash as the completely unexpected happened.

Clark Kent and Chloe Sullivan were no more... They were gone. Just gone...

August 5th, 2005

Clark's eyes shot open as he gasped loudly like a man just plunged out of the water, rising up quickly on his bed. Clark gave a great pant, breathing in air to his greatly depleted lungs. He glanced down at his chest, his hand quickly moving down to were the wound from Lex's knife should have been.

He howled out in pain when he found it.

It was still there. He could feel his strength slowly returning to him slowly, but the scar was still there. Gold Kryptonite, the one thing on the damn planet that could leave an actual scar on him. Silently, he remembered Clark Luthor, and his own Gold K scar. Still, the other retained his powers despite it. Clark wondered if he would to?

"Clark?" a voice asked softly, laced with concern.

Clark's eyes became wide as he turned his head slowly towards the source. The second he recognized her, instinct took over and he jumped straight out of bed, quickly moving to flatten himself against the wall.

"Lana, what the hell are you doing here?" he gasped out.

She recoiled back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Clark looked at her in confusion, before looking around.

His room.

They were in his room.

What?

"Clark, what is wrong with you?" Lana snapped at him, rising up a bit, holding up the blanket to cover herself.

Realization lit in his eyes.

"Lana, what year is this?" he asked her.

"Excuse me?"

"Please, answer the question Lana."

Lana continued to stare at him before she rose up from the bed. The tears she had almost shed were gone as she walked up slowly towards Clark, her eyes lit with concern.

"Clark-"

"Stay back." Clark commanded.

And the tears were back, glistening in her eyes. Slowly, she began to shake her head at him. "What is wrong with you, Clark Kent?"

"You're poison." the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She gaped at him. "Excuse me?"

"No, that's not what I- God, Lana, just tell me the year!" Clark demanded.

Lana shook her head in disgust, fighting back the urge to break down right there, right now. The best night of her life, and Clark was ruining it. She didn't know what was wrong with him right now, she didn't know what was going on inside that stupid male brain of his, but she wasn't going to put up with it. Lana began picking up her clothes, quickly slipping them on.

"Get out of my way." she said coldly. It was then that Clark realized he was pressed against the door. Quickly, he moved. Lana walked up to it, placed her hand on the handle, before looking up at him.

"I don't know what's going through your head right now, I don't know what's wrong with you right now, and I seriously want to help you Clark, but I just don't know how. When you're ready to explain, and if you want to save this relationship, you better call me." she told him, before looking away, turning the knob.

"Lana, wait." Clark pleaded.

Her hand stopped, but she did not look at him. She was waiting, hoping, for an apology. What she got instead, however, made her nearly boil over in rage.

"What year is it?"

Lana turned her head and full out glared at him.

"2005." she replied icily before swinging the door open and storming down the stairs.

"Lana, wait!" Clark chased after her, his theory confirmed.

Somehow, he'd traveled ten years into the past. How, he had no idea. The last thing he remembered was his fight with Lex. Then, there was an angel. Everything had been so bright, blindingly so, before he had suddenly awoke in his bed five minutes ago.

His mind was putting two and two together fairly quickly, and he internally groaned, realizing the day and what he had just ruined. This was the day he and Lana had woken up together after they had made love for the second time, and the last time while they were both still, for lack of a better word, human. No wonder she was reacting like this, and he couldn't blame her, not really.

"I don't want to hear it!" she snapped.

Jonathan and Martha looked at each other in shock as they watched first Lana, then their son, who was still clad in his underwear, coming down the stairs.

"Lana, please, let me explain." Clark grabbed her shoulder as they reached the kitchen, right in front of his parents.

She wheeled around and glared at him.

"Fine. Explain. NOW." Lana demanded.

"Clark, Lana?" Martha gasped.

Clark turned to look at his mother before his eyes landed on his father. Jonathan Kent's eyes were going off like firecrackers at the moment, but the second Clark saw him, the world froze around him. Tears began to fall down his cheeks, and the anger in Jonathan's eyes was replaced by confusion at his son's reaction to even looking at him. Clark was staring at him... Staring at him as if he'd seen a ghost, or, more specifically, was staring right at one.

"Dad... You're alive..." Clark whispered, but everyone heard him.

"What?"

Clark didn't answer as he walked forth and gripped his father in a tight hug, refusing to let go, tears streaming down his face.

Lana shook her head. Part of her was concerned for Clark, part of her wanted to help him, but his words kept echoing inside her skull endlessly.

Stay back, you're poison... Poison, poison, poison... He sure as hell acted like she was poison, she thought bitterly.

That hurt more than she'd like to admit.

Jonathan reluctantly wrapped his arms around his son, confusion replacing his former anger.

At that moment, the front door swung open and Chloe marched in wearing pajamas and bunny slippers.

"Clark!" she cried.

Clark let go of his father before turning to look at his friend. Her eyes were wide, had a desperate edge to them before, finally, they fixed on him.

"Clark!"

"Chloe!"

Soon, they were holding each other, tears streaming down both of their faces before Chloe suddenly let go and began to hit him, repeatably. The other three occupants of the room looked back and forth between each other, wondering what the hell was going on. Lana's currently theory involved Clark and Chloe ingesting several different pills mashed together along with a heavy stream of hallucinogens.

"Owe, owe, Chlo!" Clark lifted his hand as she continued to pummel him.

"Damn it, Clark, damn it! I told you to leave me, I told you to let me die! Why do you always have to be the freaking hero!" Chloe screeched, her eyes growing puffy and red.

Clark managed to grab her arms, even as she continued to struggle against him, trying to hit him some more.

"I wasn't going to leave you to die, Chloe!" he retorted.

"No, you were just going to die in my arms... Again!" Chloe countered as she ripped her hands from his grip, backing up and glaring.

"Okay, what the HELL IS GOING ON!" Lana's voice made everyone jump a mile in the air.

Clark looked over at Chloe.

"Don't." she warned him.

Clark looked back at Lana, then to his mother, then his father. Lana was staring at him as if he'd lost his mind. His parents, on the other hand, looked like they were seriously considering puling out the Kryptonite in the back.

"Clark-" Chloe's voice was not heeded.

"We're from the future."

At which point, Chloe decided to resume her assault on her currently mortal best friend.

A/N; the whole Tess-is-a-ghost thing is not something I actually came up with. Apparently, in the comic book continuation of the series, Tess' ghost actual does take to haunting her murderous older brother, which is were I got the idea to toss her in.

As for the episode I tossed them into, I wanted one were Clark was mortal. Not just mortal, but one were he was mortal for a while. As in months. I had two options; Season 8 and Season 5. I went for Season 5. Why the mortality thing played such a factor will be explained later.

Please review.

Goodnight!