|Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-11-20 22:33:00
|Entry tags:||emma swan, kon-el/superboy|
Who:Emma and Kon
What:Trying to visit Lois and failing.
Warnings:CK is not for Clark Kent but for Cranky Kryptonians.
Lois was shot. That was the last thing he remembered before his mind decided to go screwy on him. There were times he was there and focused, and others he just didn't seem like himself. This was one of the later. He remained outside the hospital for the time being, he'd asked Allana to go in ahead of him and bring Clark the things he needed but he just couldn't go in yet. He knew how it must have looked, but he just couldn't make himself see her like that. Lois and Clark had always been sort of invincible to him. To see Lois laid up in a hospital bed was terrifying. She and Clark had been the only real family he'd ever known. He hadn't asked to be created, but he was and Clark had taken him in. Initially the older Kryptonian had been hesitant about it. Hell even tried to ignore him, but now they were so close it felt real. Kon was faced with the very real idea that Lois could die, and it scared him more then anything ever had. He had died twice and Clark had once. If Lois died what would happen to them?
She was the glue that kept them together. Even though she wasn't his Lois, she'd gone out of her way to get to know him and made sure he felt wanted. The last thing Kon wanted to do was lose that. To go back to things the way they were when he first met Clark. Strangers of the same DNA. Like distant cousins that only came around every so often on birthdays or special occasions and then disappeared with the wind. Kon wanted a family. A real family, and that was what he had with them. He paced infront of the hospital, probably looking much like a crazy person with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the door. Almost as if he expected them to come out moments later.
Clark had said she was dying. Kon could vaguely hear her heart beat, but it seemed so weak. Finally he sat down on a stone planter box and ran a hand through his short dark hair. He looked a lot like Clark, same blue eyes and nearly the same physical features just smaller thanks to DNA. Go figure, all he had been worried about earlier in the day was a fifth period math test.
He was angry. Angry at the criminals who shot Lois, and angry at Lois and Clark as well. He had no idea what Lois was into, how dangerous it was. He should have heard it. He should have been able to stop it. The headphones Lois had given him still hung around his neck. They were sound proof ones. Kon was considering making this the last time he ever used them. If he'd had his ears open just maybe she wouldn't be in such critical condition. Maybe he wouldn't be on the verge of a mental panic attack.