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Fic: Embracing Destiny (9/?)

Title: Embracing Destiny (9/?)
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Superman Movie-verse
Characters: Lois/Clark/Kal-El, Conner, Jason, Martha, Perry, Jimmy
Rating: T
Summary: Lois and Clark must fight harder than they’ve ever fought before to keep their family together.
Word Count: 4,700
Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Brothers owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author’s Notes: It's all been leading up to this next chapter. Nothing will be the same. How's that for an intro? It's also another favorite chapter of mine and it's also the largest. So, here we go! A few points: Lois heads to S.T.A.R. Labs for answers, Emil's family is threatened, and later Clark may have reached his breaking point. Read on and please leave a comment. Thank you! :D

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(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)
(Chapter 6)(Chapter 7)(Chapter 8)

Chapter 9: Deadly Visitor

S.T.A.R. Labs, earlier that same day:

Lois Lane-Kent had been given a very important assignment and she was definitely up to the challenge. After briefly returning to the office, conducting a bit of research and speaking to a few of her sources, she was ready for her interview with Dr. James Douglas, the Administrator at S.T.A.R. Labs.

Lois had explained to Dr. Douglas over the phone that it was an urgent matter, one that could not be put off under the circumstances. She told him that she had become privy to information that could be harmful to the Lab, especially if it became public knowledge that a certain employee was on Lex Luthor's payroll. Dr. Douglas had been shocked at that rumor and so Lois was given an immediate interview scheduled for later that morning.

She of course had been to the Lab numerous times in the past particularly in recent years after Conner had come to them out of the blue. So, as she stood outside the massive complex ready to go inside, she shook her head remembering that fateful day of meeting Conner and bringing him there to be examined to determine who he was and how he had Superman's powers.

It now appears as if S.T.A.R. Labs could have knowingly or unknowingly enabled Luthor to clone not only himself but also Bizarro, the 'Superman' clone that had lived only a few days and Conner Kent as well. The Lab was a world renowned research organization. Dr. Emil Hamilton had also been there on that fateful day and according to Clark, he and a few others on his staff were the only people in the facility that knew his secret, that he was Superman and that they had children of their own.

After going through several security checkpoints, Lois was lead to the administrative offices on the upper floors of the building where Dr. Douglas greeted her as soon as she was brought to his office.

"Welcome to S.T.A.R. Labs, Mrs. Kent. How nice to finally meet you," he greeted her pleasantly. They shook hands. "Please come this way," Dr. Douglas lead the way to his rather large and beautifully appointed office.

Lois was impressed. He shut the door, offered her some water, showed her to a chair, then he took a seat.

"Thank you, Dr. Douglas. I really appreciate you seeing me on such short notice. As I explained over the phone, the matter is urgent," Lois told him.

"Yes, I agree. As you asked, I had only my trusted research assistant to look into these allegations."

"And, what did he find out?" Lois asked as she pulled out her pad.

"It is true that we received a rather large donation from an anonymous source. The check came to us not long after Superman's unfortunate incident on New Krypton."

Lois perked up. "Yes, it makes perfect sense. What else did he find out?"

He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "The money was traced to an off-shore account in the Bahamas."

"Then it's true, the money did come from Luthor," Lois concluded.

"Yes, it's probably true, but we have no way of confirming that fact."

Lois thought about that information. She did have a few people in Nassau that she could contact about that off-shore account. "Were you able to find out anything else about Dr. Westfield?"

"His credentials are impeccable. We could find nothing that would connect him to Luthor. I'm sorry."

"But there must be something, like how long ago was he hired? What were his references? Did someone recommend him to you? There must be something shady in his past, something that may have sent up a red flag?" Lois asked, getting desperate. If this Dr. Westfield had been around all this time, then it was entirely possible that he was in fact on Lex's payroll, and that could mean that he knew Clark's secret and about little Sam as well.

Dr. Douglas sensed her urgency. "Alright, let me go over his file again and his prior work here at the Lab." Then he pulled out Dr. Westfield's file which was in his drawer. "That's odd, I could have sworn …"

"What is it?"

"I checked his file just this morning, but there appears to be something missing. I'm sure of it."

"What is missing exactly?" Lois asked, truly worried now.

Dr. Douglas looked at her then and she could see the regret on his face. "All his work here at the Lab, all of it … is gone."

Lois' heart began to throb. "And the computer files? Are those gone as well?"

A few mouse clicks on his computer, then Dr. Douglas' face fell even further. "I'm afraid so."


Meanwhile, high over the blue skies of Metropolis:

It was a beautiful day and Clark was finishing up his rounds about to head to the Planet. It appeared that he and his family were safe from Luthor's threats for now at least, and with a new hope that things would return to normal, they went back to the lives.

Suddenly, he got a call from his wife on his cell. "Lois, what is it?"

"I need to see you as soon as possible. Meet me at our special spot. I'm headed there now. I just left S.T.A.R. Labs and it doesn't look good."

"I'm on my way," he told her then he hung up.

Then Clark got another call. This time it was from Conner.

"Conner, what is it?" Clark asked.

"It's not good, Dad. I'm following a car. Someone just kidnapped Sam from school. JoJo is fine. She got on the school bus."

Clark knew immediately who had done this. "Can you describe the car, the person who took him?"

"Yes, he was tall, thin, dark hair and very distinguished looking. He had on a sport coat. He didn't look threatening at all."

"Conner, keep following the car and as soon as he leaves and he will, because he just set up a meeting with Emil for ransom."

"Alright, I'll collect Sam and call you later."

"Conner … thanks."

"No problem, Dad," Conner replied.


When Clark arrived at the Planet, Lois was pacing and stressing out. He landed behind her not making a sound. "Lois?"

Lois jumped out of her skin. "How many times have I told you not to do that?" She asked and quirked a smile, then she ran to him holding him close.

He could feel her shaking. She was truly worried; he could tell. "Lois, tell me what happened at S.T.A.R. Labs."

But before she could continue, he got another text from Emil. "I have to call him. Hold that thought." He dialed Emil. "Emil, I got your text."

"I just got a call from Paul, Paul Westfield and he has Sam and … he knows about him and I don't know what to do."

"I was just about to call you Emil. Conner was at the school and he was a witness to Paul kidnapping Sam. Don't worry. Conner will collect him shortly, but we will meet with Paul. He won't get away with this. I promise, Emil." Clark listened for a moment. "I'll take care of it. He wants money, of course, he does. He's a coward and a bully." He nodded again, then, "Yes, I'll meet you there. Goodbye, Emil."

"What in the world was that all about?"

"Emil just got a call from Paul Westfield and he has Sam and he wants Emil to meet him." He paused. "He knows about Lex being his father. But we have Superboy to thank because he knows where Sam is and he's getting him now."

"What a relief. Conner is truly amazing. But are you still going to meet with him?"

"Yes, we will. I told Emil that I would take care of him and Sam would be home shortly."

"But Clark, please remember, this guy has worked with Emil for years. He may know your weakness."

Clark thought about that. "Don't worry. I'm going to contact the police and then we'll take this guy down and then it will be over … all of it."

She hugged him close. "I hope so," she told him.

He touched her cheek and then he was gone.


On the docks on the outskirts of Metropolis:

Little Sammy Hamilton was shivering and so worried now. His parents won't be able to find him now. His hands were still tied up behind him and his mouth was still gagged so he couldn't scream. He didn't know where he was and he began to lose hope then he decided to pray.

Suddenly, a sound caused him to open his eyes and there standing before him was Conner Kent. Superboy had found him.

"You're alright now. It's ok," Conner whispered to him as he untied him and removed the gag from his mouth.

Sam was so grateful that the flung his arms around him and hugged him tightly around the neck, but the tears he tried to hold back burst forth. "I want to go home."

Conner tried to comfort him by stroking his back. "I'll take you home, don't worry," Conner replied as he picked him up but then he looked around the old warehouse and noticed a few things. "I'm going to put you down for a moment, Sam, ok? We'll leave in a minute. I need to check something out first. Alright?"

Sam didn't want to let go of him, but he did trust him. "Ok," he replied.

After setting Sam down, Conner looked around and spotted a file cabinet. He x-rayed it and there in several files were his name and his Father's name as well. After scanning the files, he decided to take the files to a secure location before the police could collect any of the documents as evidence.

It would not be a good idea if any of those documents became public domain.


An hour later, somewhere in Suicide Slums:

After receiving a text from Conner that Sam was alright, Emil was finally able to breathe again. He hurriedly contacted Kitty with the news. But he was starting to worry that Paul had found out that Sam was no longer where he had left him. Paul was late by thirty minutes.

The police were well hidden, but Emil wasn't sure if he should call this off or not. He pulled out his cell to return Paul's call, but then he heard a car pull up. It was him.

Paul got out of his car and approached him. "I hope you came alone."

"I'm alone." Emil played along. "Where's my son?"

"He's safe. Did you bring the money?"

"I can't help you," Emil told him then he eyed him closely. "I know you're on Luthor's payroll, and now that he's in prison again, the money has dried up. Is that it?"

"You can never have enough."

"Well, you won't get a dime from me." He paused and looked up. "Right, Superman?" Emil asked then he smirked at Paul.

"Superman? That wasn't very smart of you," Paul told him, then he pulled out a glowing kryptonite rock. "I know you're friends with him, so I came prepared."

"Drop the rock, you're surrounded. Drop it … NOW!" A policeman yelled at him pointing a gun at his back.

Paul was desperate. It was a set up. He pulled a gun out from his coat pocket but the police saw it then shots were fired.

His weapon was blasted from his hand and he screamed and fell to the ground. Emil picked up the green rock and placed it inside a lead box. He too had come prepared.

Suddenly, Superman quietly dropped down from the sky, took the lead box from Emil, pulled Paul up from the ground and held it up in front of his face. "Did you really think you could get away with this?" He didn't respond. "Where's Sam?"

"You'll never find him," he smirked at him, still under the delusion he could win.

"Take him away," Superman told the police. Paul was led away clutching his bleeding hand.

"Wait!" Superman called to him. He walked over to him and looked him in the eye. "I know what you tried to do."

"I don't know what you mean." Paul couldn't look at him.

"I know you tried to contact Lex and start rumors. It's not going to work." Superman nodded and the police took Paul away.

Emil also thought about Lex and what had happened last week. "What did you mean by that?"

"Paul went to Lex's prison and tried to start a rumor about Sam, but the prison guard on the inside, the same one who keeps Lex in line, contacted me a little while ago. Lex won't find out."

"I really hope so, but what about that woman accomplice who was on the plane in Canada? I read about her."

"Mercy Graves?" He remembered her involvement in all of this. "You may be right. She needs to be silenced as well. I'll find out if Paul visited her in jail and if she knows anything. My contact at the station told me that she has turned state's evidence. And once I confront her as Superman, she may help us."

"Then … Sam's secret will be safe?" Emil asked with hope in his eyes.

Clark squeezed his shoulder. "Yes, his secret will be safe."

"Thank you, Superman," he said truly thankful.

"You're welcome, Emil."

"Going so soon?" Conner yelled from above. He then drifted down from the sky with Sam in his arms.

"Daddy!" Sam yelled to his Father.

"Sammy!" Emil yelled back and then they were in each other's arms holding each other close, both crying, so very happy.

Clark and Conner stood by watching the touching scene.

"I'm proud of you, son."

"Thanks, Dad."

They both smiled as they continued to watch Father and son reunite. The police then escorted Emil and Sam home, then Conner told his Father about what he had found at the warehouse. They decided to meet up later at the house to go over the documents carefully to find any clues about Westfield and Lex's connection.


A little while later, County lockup:

Mercy had been told that Superman wanted to talk to her and she knew why … Lex Luthor of course, but Mercy was done with Lex. She made that patently clear to anyone who would listen.

Instead of bringing her to a visitor room with glass panels, she was taken to a special section of jail for 'special visitors.' Even her cuffs were removed. She was led inside a room and the door closed behind her. There standing before her, hands behind his back was Superman.

She'd never seen him up close before. He was a stunning vision to her eyes. What little skin she could see was glowing and very unusual, or was she imagining it?

"Ms. Graves, please take a seat."

Mercy obediently sat down.

Superman got right to the point. "I understand you had a visitor earlier today?"

"Oh, you mean Paul?"

"Yes, Paul."

"I suppose you want to know what he told me."

"Yes, I do. It's very important."

"Why is it important?"

He came closer. "I didn't come here to play word games with you."

"It's going to cost you."

Superman crossed his arms. "What do you want?"

"Well, I made a deal with the D.A. … six months."

"Six months sounds reasonable."

"It's too long."

"I'm sorry, but I can't interfere with the judicial system. I don't have that kind of influence."

"Really?" She was very doubtful about that.

"Yes, really. Once criminals are put in jail, my jurisdiction ends. It's that simple."

Mercy thought he could help her get out of jail, but that appeared not to be the case. "Alright," she started. "Paul told me about Lex having a son, but he didn't tell me who the mother was."

"I see," Clark said and eyed her closely. "You do realize that if that secret were to get out, an innocent child would be irrevocably hurt. His life would never be the same."

She eyed him closely. "Much like your children?"

"Yes, but much worst."

Mercy sighed. "I know."

"Then, are in agreement?"

"Yes, we are."

Clark was very relieved. "Take care, Ms. Graves. Six months really isn't that long." He looked her in the eye then. "This is your chance to begin again, Ms. Graves. Don't throw it away."

She also looked him in the eye. "I won't."

He nodded then turned and knocked on the door. "Guard!"


Meanwhile, on the outskirts of upstate New York:

A man stood outside the massive prison walls where he had just served nearly twenty years. All during that time, he had been a model prisoner, given many privileges that a model prisoner was given, like a television, exercise and he was also allowed to be in the yard for several hours a day. But on this day, after the parole board had refused to release him, he knew it was time. He had seen the announcement on television of Superman's three children. Yes, it was time.

Superman had been informed of General Zod's parole hearing and he had shut that down before the hearings had even started. After Lex had escaped this second time, Clark had checked up on Zod and the rest of his cohorts. General Zod should not be set free under any circumstances.

The parole board had listened and General Zod was sent back to his cell. His fellow Kryptonian cohorts, Non and Ursa who were located in separate prisons, however, had not been model prisoners, both combative and uncooperative. They had not been given privileges and were kept isolated from the general population.

But unfortunately, Zod had not been given a physical in well over a year, because if they had taken the time to realize that he had regained his powers, they would not have allowed him to be anywhere near a prison yard.

And so there he stood free to go anywhere he wanted to go, then he looked up at the beautiful blue sky, and then he took off, gone in an instant.


Meanwhile, back at the Planet:

Lois had returned to her office, and thought about the past week and everything that had happened to her family. She wasn't surprised by the awkward and pitying looks from her co-workers. Her true friends knew the truth and that was the most important thing to her.

It was truly a miracle that everyone had survived Luthor and his insane obsession with her family, but Clark, along with Conner had thwarted Luthor's threats and now, maybe they could have some peace. Once this Westfield character was taken care of then everything would return to normal. Normal? My family? She shook her head and had to chuckle at that.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door, and without looking up she invited the person inside, but little did she know that the next several days would turn into a nightmare far worse than she could have ever imagined for her and her family.

"Ms. Lane, it's so nice to finally meet you." The stranger briefly knocked, entered her office and shut the door.

Lois frowned. No one called me that anymore. "Do I know you? You look familiar."


Jimmy was passing by Lois's office and noticed the gentleman who had entered a few minutes ago. Frowning at the familiarity of the man, he peered inside the glass panel beside the door and he could not believe his eyes. Mrs. Kent must know who he is, right? Why would she invite him inside her office? Jimmy's mind was going in circles. He didn't know what to do so he headed to Perry's office to tell him what was going on.

He knocked but he was in too much of a hurry to wait for his boss to invite him inside, which would probably get him fired, but he didn't much care at the moment. "Chief, you have to see this … NOW!"

"What is it, Jimmy? I'm busy," Perry was not in the mood for his antics.

Jimmy grabbed his arm. "Please Chief. You have to come with me … NOW!" He tugged on his arm again.

"Alright, alright," he conceded then he followed him to Lois's office, but they were gone.

"Well, what was so important?" Perry asked annoyed.

Jimmy was really upset now. "I have to call CK right away, Chief."

"Why? What in the world is going on?"

Jimmy tried to stay calm as he explained the situation. "I passed by Mrs. Kent's office a few minutes ago, and that man with Superman's powers from years ago, General Zod, he was there, right there in Lois's office. She invited him inside as if he she didn't know him. Something isn't right."

"Are you sure it was him?"

"Of course I'm sure, Chief. He had gray at his temples but it was him." Jimmy then pulled out his cell and called Clark. He answered on the first ring.

Clark was at the police station following up on the Paul Westfield story. "Jimmy, what's wrong?"

"CK, you are not going to believe this, but that lunatic General Zod was just here and believe it or not Lois must have left with him. She must have forgotten what he looked like. I can't imagine why she would leave with him like that. It doesn't make any sense."

"I'll be right there, Jimmy," Clark responded. His heart was pounding with dread. He then mentally kicked himself for not taking her to the Fortress telling her everything about that day instead of skimming the surface. She must be terrified.

Minutes later, he arrived at the Planet. Jimmy and Perry then explained to him everything that they knew, what had happened to Lois, how Zod had just walked in off the street, how Lois had invited him inside not knowing who he was, and minutes later they were gone.

Clark had some idea where he had taken her, and of course, Lois would not have gone with him willingly if she had known who he was, but maybe she did … to protect her family and friends from that maniac. Who knew what he had planned for her.

He quickly turned and headed for the elevator, "I'll contact Superman!" He yelled for good measure then he was gone. As soon as the elevator doors had closed, he streaked up and up through the elevator shaft, removing his clothes as he went until he reached the sky.

Perry and Jimmy stared at each other, each with the hope he could reach Superman in time.


High over the skies of the Arctic:

Clark was in the sky flying to the Fortress, and then he got a call from Lois's phone. "Lois?"

"Hello, Kal-El."

"Don't you dare hurt her!" Clark snapped at him, as a growing fear took root inside his chest.

"Oh, I have no intention of hurting her."

"What do you want?"

"You, Kal-El."

"You got me!" Clark told him then he hung up.

Moments later, he landed inside the Fortress, heart pounding and then he saw her and his heart turned over. Lois was obviously freezing, her lips were blue and her skin was pale. He hurriedly went over to her, took off his cape, and wrapped her up inside and pulled her tightly to him. He then brought her over to the construct and inserted the Father crystal hoping that it would work.

Since regaining the crystals only a few years ago, heat was one of the things he hadn't had the time to repair. It didn't work. He turned to her then with silent apology. She tried to smile at him, but it came out as a grimace. She was shivering and shaking so hard he could hear her teeth chattering. He pulled her close under his chin hoping to give off as much body heat as he could.

Zod watched Kal-El with a thoughtful expression as he tried to save the human not saying a word. He was still astounded how much Kal-El truly cared for these beings. He would never understand it.

"I have to get her out of here! She'll freeze to death!" Clark yelled at him as he pulled her ever closer.

"Tell me, Kal-El, why didn't she remember me?" Zod was still shocked by this.

Clark was silent as a stunning hatred grew inside of him, a hatred he feared he would not be able to control if Lois were hurt or worst. If she didn't make it, he didn't know what he would do.



A/N: Oh dear me. General Zod is free to cause all kinds of problems for our family. *hugs Lois to keep her warm* I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Remember to come back in a week to see how the family will get out of this mess. Thanks for reading. Reviews are love; they really are. *pokes her readers*

A/N2: I have to say something. Most of my readers know that I do not read comics (so glad I don't), and this chapter was written at least two months ago. The reason I'm mentioning this is that I just found out that apparently Lois is going to be killed in the comics and by freezing her. *smacks DC Comics* Please rest assured that this is not my intention in this story. The next chapter was also written before this shocking news came to light. I love Clois, will always love Clois, so I hope you'll continue to read and review. Thank you.

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