Author's note: I've actually started writing a sequel for "Not in Kansas Anymore". It's called "Through the Looking Glass" and you can find it here at Just check my author's page.

Epilogue

Never Really Gone

She was in her bedroom, standing in front of a vanity mirror. She was dressed in a short silky nightgown and applying a layer of dark lipstick to her lips. Gerard Bouvier appeared in the doorway holding a paper in his hands. He entered without knocking. He knew no one beside her and her son were there. She looked at him in the mirror and the man neared her and dropped the paper on the vanity table. Lois Lane turned her attention toward it as Gerard sat down uncomfortably on the edge of the king sized bed.

"Oh, don't you just love a happy ending?" she said with a grimace looking at the first page of the Enquirer that announced in big bold letters: "In love again. The Luthors' amorous escapade to the Caribbeans". Beneath the title, pictures showed Lex and Lana Luthor on a yacht, holding each other and smiling with a breathtaking exotic scenery in the background. "I didn't expect her to last so long anyway," she admitted throwing the paper away. "There's only so much a person can take. Especially one as horribly weak as Lana Lang. It was a real shocker she managed to go through the first two weeks without jumping off a building."

"You said she'd kill herself in three days tops," Gerard reminded her. Lois looked back at him sternly. "I'm just saying…she's an inconvenience, madame."

"One, two, three, who cares?" she asked as Alex came running toward her and she scooped him up into her arms. The boy giggled and she smiled. "Who's my precious little angel?"

"I am?" the boy asked shyly.

"M-hmm, and who do we hate most in the world?" she asked rising him up in her arms.

"Lex Luthor," the boy said firmly.

"That's right!" she said chuckling. "And why do we hate him?" she asked him, but the boy, although he had heard it before in the last few days, couldn't quite remember. "Because he tried to get rid of mommy. And no one gets rid of mommy," she added with a smile. Her short nightgown fell around her waist as she bent over to deposit her son on the floor. Tattooed on the lower part of her back was a strange symbol that not long before had belonged to another woman.

On the vanity table a strange little artifact shone weakly in the dim light of the room. It was the same one Quentin Terrane had stolen from his father's vault for Lana Luthor.

The End