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Chapter Two: And I Still Can’t Find What I’m Looking For
After a trip around the globe, Callie came up with nothing, but she wasn’t giving up yet. However, she was exhausted. As the sun began to rise, she walked through the front door of the Kent house and found Clark sitting on the couch with his infamous blue T-shirt on.
“Where did you go?” He asked semi-worried, but staring straight ahead instead of looking at her.
“Gee, it sounds like you were worried about me. Huh, I didn’t think that was possible. Though, if you must know, I was looking for someone. They went missing after the whole Doomsday fiasco.”
His eyes shot up to hers. ‘Hmm, I struck a chord. At least he’s not all dead inside.’
“You lost someone that day?”
“She’s missing,” Callie said enunciating the word ‘missing’. She then continued saying, “but I firmly believe she’ll turn up. She has to.”
She saw him get a sad look on his face and his eyes diverted to the floor. “I’m sorry.” He said.
“It’s not your fault.”
He nodded slightly and rose from the couch. He silently moved out of the room, cold and distant again.
Then it clicked in her head. He blamed himself. The whole Doomsday thing, Lois missing, he blamed himself. Before she could open her mouth to say something, there was a knock at the door. Since Clark didn’t seem to want to be bothered with it so she decided to answer it.
“Don’t worry I’ll get it.” She whispered sarcastically to herself.
She opened the door to reveal a short blond woman. ‘Chloe Sullivan’ Callie thought automatically.
She could tell by the look on Chloe’s face that she was surprised to find her answering the door. “Uh, hi. I’m looking for Clark.”
“Broody McGee just left the room.”
Chloe smiled friendly at her and introduced herself. “I’m Chloe.”
“Callie.”
“So you know Clark?” She asked eyeing Callie.
“We sort of met yesterday. He’s helping me out.”
Chloe’s eyes sparkled. “He’s helping? Like actually caring?”
“Yeah, well he sort of seemed worried when I snuck out last night…”
“Wow. That’s…that’s great!” She said smiling brightly.
Callie could tell that Chloe was way too happy that Clark was helping someone. How long had he been Mr. Stone Cold?
“Not to put a damper on your mood, but he’s still pretty closed off.”
“Yeah, but some improvement is better than no improvement.”
Callie nodded understanding what she meant.
“What are you doing here?” Clark asked in his monotone voice as he was coming into the living room.
“I know it’s really early, but I hadn’t heard from you in a while and I wanted to see how you were. I also have something for you, from Oliver.” She said, clutching a manila envelope.
“I’m fine and I don’t need anything from Oliver. You can go now.”
Callie was taken aback. She turned to Chloe and she could see the hurt look on her face and she felt compelled to say something. Who was this guy?
“Someone needs an attitude check.” She said loud enough for him to hear.
“Excuse me?” He asked.
“Chloe came over here because she cares about you. Cares. Do you need Webster to define it for you?”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, so stay out of it.”
“Sure I don’t. I’ve known you for like, what, 2.5 seconds and I’ve already got you pegged.”
“Really, I’d love to hear this.” He said, folding his arms again.
“You care a lot about people and about helping them, but something bad happened and maybe someone got hurt and you blame yourself. So you close yourself off, wear you’re ‘I’m angry at the world’ outfits, and totally go back on everything you once believed in.” She turned to Chloe. “You know him. How did I do?”
Chloe’s mouth opened, closed and then opened again. “Pretty good.”
Callie looked at Clark. The flicker in his eye was back. His only response, though, was to turn around and leave.
“Yeah, do what you do best now, walk away.”
That stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly. “You don’t know me. Get out and take Chloe with you.” He said with anger.
“Awesome.” Callie said as headed for the door. Before she left she turned around and said, “You know, I really pity anyone out there hoping that you’ll come and rescue them because you’re no hero, you’re a coward.”
Callie closed the door behind her following Chloe down the steps.
“You know that was pretty good for someone who has only known Clark for, how long was it, 2.5 seconds.”
“What can I say, I can read people.”
“Yeah.” Chloe said, her mind trailing off somewhere.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just, the way you talked to him, it reminded me of someone.”
“Oh.”
They walked in silence as they walked down the driveway until Chloe finally turned to Callie, stopping her.
“I hope I’m not prying, but what exactly was Clark helping you with?”
Instead of verbally telling her she pointed to the gaping hole in the barn’s roof.
“A hole in the roof? Why would he be helping you with that?”
“Well, because I sort of did it.”
She could tell by Chloe’s face that she still wasn’t getting it.
“I fell through the roof of the barn and Clark found me yesterday. I then ran away and when I had no place else to go I was sort of drawn back here and that’s when Clark caught me on the premises.”
“What exactly caused you to fall through the roof of the barn? I’m assuming this isn’t a sky diving lesson gone wrong, right?”
“This is going to sound crazy, but it was some flying mystery woman who glows green and likes to give me a headache.”
“You don’t know who she is?”
“Nope, hence the whole Clark helping me thing.”
“Huh. So where do you live?”
“That’s a bit complicated.” Callie said beginning to walk down the driveway again.
“Really?” Chloe asked catching up her.
“Yeah, look, it was nice talking to you, but I have something I have to do. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I can give you a ride.” Chloe offered.
“No thanks.”
“Okay. Look, with the way that Clark has been acting, if you need any help, you can find me at the Talon in town.” Chloe said as she got into her car and drove away.
Once Callie saw she was out of eyesight she sped to the Daily Planet. She really didn’t know why she was there but it was as if something was calling out to her. She walked the stairs down into the basement and viewed the hustle and bustle of the bull pen. She smiled remembering many experiences like this, but on a different floor. Not exactly knowing what she was looking for she figured she’d start with what she did know. Clark and Lois worked across from each other at the Daily Planet in the basement in 2009 and when it came to being a reporter, Lois was a workaholic. If there was any place she would have been the day she was missing, it was the Daily Planet.
‘Okay, time to put on the investigative reporter cap’ Callie thought to herself. ‘Rule number three, ‘Do whatever it takes to get the story’ and right now that story is ‘Where is Lois Lane?’.’
As she walked up to Lois’ desk, she saw some else sitting there.
“Excuse me, but I thought this was Lois Lane’s desk.”
The man turned to her and said, “It was, but I was assigned to it. Can I help you?”
Callie shook her head ‘no’ and looked to the desk that was supposed to be Clark’s. She frowned when she noticed his name plate wasn’t there. As she turned to leave a security camera at the elevators caught her eye. If Lois had been at the Daily Planet then it would have been caught on video. She quickly made her way to the elevator and to the security desk. She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear she sped in and got the footage of the day she needed.
However, instead of leaving quickly she hid the video in an empty bag she found, got into the elevator, and punched in familiar numbers. She closed her eyes and waited patiently for the doors to ‘ding’ and open up. When they did she opened her eyes and stepped out. She watched all the people working and rushing to get things done. She smiled as her eyes landed on two very familiar desks.
Not that the elevator was a time machine, but she was really hoping to see the two people she needed the most at the moment come out of the Editor’s office and sit down across from each other. As an alternative, she found two completely strangers there. She sighed sadly and stood there for a bit. Luckily nobody even noticed she was there. When she felt composed enough she got back into the elevator and went down to the lobby. She needed to focus on the footage she had in her possession. She quickly exited the building, but now that she had the video she needed to figure out where she was going to view it.
She couldn’t just go and get equipment; she didn’t even know what equipment to really get. She was from a different time, everything in 2009 seemed ancient to what she was used to. She thought about going back into the Daily Planet and finding some tech whiz-kid to help her, but there was no guarantee she could use her skills of persuasion without any questions asked. Plus, she couldn’t say that she knew anybody who worked there to back up her story. Looking up at all the buildings in the city she found her answer: the Watchtower. She kicked herself for not thinking of it before. Super-speeding in she saw a bunch of equipment piled up, obviously Justice League related.
“How did you know about this place?” She heard Chloe’s voice say behind her, surprised to see her.
Callie turned around and shrugged. “Look, I know you don’t know anything about me and you have no reason to trust me, but I…I…” Callie sighed, “It’s just so complicated. I kind just need you to trust me.”
Chloe eyed what Callie was holding. “What’s that?”
“It’s security footage of the basement of the Daily Planet on Doomsday.”
“Why do you have that?”
“Because I’m looking for Lois Lane.” She said with conviction.
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Why?”
Callie didn’t want to tell her the true reason why so she tried to work her answer around it. “I know that she went missing on Doomsday and I know that Clark worked across from her. I think that if we can find her and make sure that she’s okay that Clark won’t blame himself as much. Maybe he’ll, I don’t know, wake up.”
Chloe scoffed. “That’s asking a lot from just finding Lois.”
“Believe me. She has a certain affect on him.”
“How do you even know that?” Chloe asked. Callie made a face indicating she couldn’t say. “Right, right, it’s complicated.”
“I think she was at the Daily Planet, so if we can find the footage, I think we may be able to find at least what happened.”
“Hate to break it to you, but I’ve been through the footage. There’s nothing there, I’ve already looked. A giant gap of time is missing from the tape.”
“So, wait, if pieces of video are missing, shouldn’t that set off alarms? Obviously someone tampered with it. I think we should look at it anyway. Maybe someone missed something.”
“Okay.” Chloe said. By the way her voice sounded, she didn’t believe they were going to find anything.
Chloe cued up the tape. As she went through it frame by frame they saw that Lois was indeed at the Daily Planet, since there was footage of her at the elevators. However, right before the video cut out Callie noticed something, rather someone.
“Wait! Go back to that last frame, the one at the doorframe, by the windows.” Callie got closer to the screen and looked at the angle. “There’s a reflection. Can you zoom in?”
“I can try.” Chloe said as she used her computer tech skills. “Good eye.” She held her breath as the picture came in clearer. “Tess Mercer,” she breathed out as she quickly printed the image.
“Where can I find her?” Callie said getting ready to leave as she took the photo from the printer.
“Look, we don’t for sure that she’s connected to Lois’ disappearance, I mean she has many reasons for being at the Planet. Besides, she may be a bit more dangerous than you can handle. The reason I came to Clark’s this morning was that I wanted to give him something that potentially has something to do with Tess.”
Chloe pulled out the manila envelope she had with her this morning. “I don’t why I’m showing you this, but something tells me I should.” She handed it to Callie.
Callie opened it up and pulled out satellite photos. “What are these?”
“Satellite photos of the Luthor Mansion after Doomsday. Skip to the last one.”
Callie pulled out the last photo. “Oh my god.” It was a symbol etched in the grass.
Surprised, Chloe asked “Do you know what that means?”
Callie looked up at Chloe worried. “That’s the symbol for Zod.”
“How do you--? You know what,” She began, putting her hands in the air like she was surrendering, “Clark’s not talking to me, but you have a chance. He needs to know about this. He’s the only one who can defeat him.” Chloe pleaded.
Callie put the photos back in the envelope. “I’ll get them to him immediately.” As Callie was about to walk away Chloe asked her to wait. She went over to the corner and pulled a sheet off a box. She lifted it up and brought it over to Callie.
“This is Lois’ stuff from the Daily Planet. I don’t know why you’re looking for her, but maybe something in here will help you. I’ve been through it all, but perhaps you’ll see something I didn’t. I haven’t been in the best state of mind since everything happened. Hopefully you’ll catch something I didn’t.”
“Thank you, Chloe. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Yeah, I do. Any way, if you need me, you obviously know where you can find me.” She said, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other and then smiling, indicating that Callie would fine her in the Watchtower.
“Um, not that I don’t appreciate this, and I’m probably shooting myself in the foot for even asking this, but, why are you so quick to trust me? I mean it’s not just you, but even Clark, it’s all no questions asked with you guys.”
“Honestly, there’s something about you, that, I don’t know, I feel like I know you somehow. Besides, I’ve been down the whole ‘I can’t tell you now/I have secrets’ road before. I know how it works and in the end, it usually means something good.”
Callie smirked. “Thanks again.”
“Any time.” She said as Callie left.
<*>
Callie sped back to the Kent farm. Gripping the photos and box in her hands she walked in the house and called Clark’s name, but there was no response. Looking throughout the whole farm Clark was nowhere to be found. ‘Well if he’s not here I guess it’s all up to me now.’ Skipping over the debris in the barn she settled in the loft. Spreading out the photos, the satellite images and the print out from the security camera, she joined them with contents of the box.
“This is all connected somehow, I just know it.”
After hours of examining all the objects she still came up with nothing. She wanted nothing more than to burst into the Luthor Mansion and search for more clues, but she knew better than that, she was taught better than that. She needed Clark. He already had an established relationship with Tess, if he could just come back she could give him all the evidence. However, he’s not the Clark she knows. What he might due with all this information was questionable.
Callie stared back at all the objects and picked up a black case. She opened it up to find nothing but an empty slot, like something you’d put a ring into. She shut it and threw it on the table. It was hopeless. She was kidding herself. She was nowhere near the kind of reporter Lois or even Clark was. She was a disappointment. How could she even think she could be a hero. Yes, she had powers, but who was she helping? She can’t get home to her time to help her family, and she can’t help Lois or Clark in this time. She placed her head in her hands. She shook her head almost like she was trying to shake the thoughts from her head.
“No, you can’t think like that.” She whispered to herself.
Frustrated she got up and walked around. She stumbled into a box marked “Kara”. Curious she opened it up to find clothes. She looked down at her own apparel to see that she hadn’t changed since the day before. Picking out a few garments she decided to take a break, have a nice long hot shower, and change into some new clothes. If Clark came home, then she’d tackle him with all the information she had gathered.
<*>
Moving all the things to the dining room table Callie was in the same position she was hours before, she still couldn’t find what she was looking for. Even after a nice hot shower and a change of clothes, she nowhere as rested as she hoped she’d be. Though, that was probably also attributed to the fact that she hadn’t slept. She glanced at the clock. Ten o’ clock. Still no Clark. She had found a police radio in the barn a couple hours before and had listened to certain crimes being handled by the time cops were on the scene, but there was no sign of the ‘Red-Blue Blur’, just assumptions that it could be him or some other ‘Good Samaritan’ hero. She assumed it was him but being very low key. Staring at all the things spread across the table, Callie’s eyes began to become heavy. Before she could stop herself she fell asleep.
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Thanks for reading you guys!! I think I might change up the POV of the chapters every so often, so, next chapter will be Clark's POV.
After a trip around the globe, Callie came up with nothing, but she wasn’t giving up yet. However, she was exhausted. As the sun began to rise, she walked through the front door of the Kent house and found Clark sitting on the couch with his infamous blue T-shirt on.
“Where did you go?” He asked semi-worried, but staring straight ahead instead of looking at her.
“Gee, it sounds like you were worried about me. Huh, I didn’t think that was possible. Though, if you must know, I was looking for someone. They went missing after the whole Doomsday fiasco.”
His eyes shot up to hers. ‘Hmm, I struck a chord. At least he’s not all dead inside.’
“You lost someone that day?”
“She’s missing,” Callie said enunciating the word ‘missing’. She then continued saying, “but I firmly believe she’ll turn up. She has to.”
She saw him get a sad look on his face and his eyes diverted to the floor. “I’m sorry.” He said.
“It’s not your fault.”
He nodded slightly and rose from the couch. He silently moved out of the room, cold and distant again.
Then it clicked in her head. He blamed himself. The whole Doomsday thing, Lois missing, he blamed himself. Before she could open her mouth to say something, there was a knock at the door. Since Clark didn’t seem to want to be bothered with it so she decided to answer it.
“Don’t worry I’ll get it.” She whispered sarcastically to herself.
She opened the door to reveal a short blond woman. ‘Chloe Sullivan’ Callie thought automatically.
She could tell by the look on Chloe’s face that she was surprised to find her answering the door. “Uh, hi. I’m looking for Clark.”
“Broody McGee just left the room.”
Chloe smiled friendly at her and introduced herself. “I’m Chloe.”
“Callie.”
“So you know Clark?” She asked eyeing Callie.
“We sort of met yesterday. He’s helping me out.”
Chloe’s eyes sparkled. “He’s helping? Like actually caring?”
“Yeah, well he sort of seemed worried when I snuck out last night…”
“Wow. That’s…that’s great!” She said smiling brightly.
Callie could tell that Chloe was way too happy that Clark was helping someone. How long had he been Mr. Stone Cold?
“Not to put a damper on your mood, but he’s still pretty closed off.”
“Yeah, but some improvement is better than no improvement.”
Callie nodded understanding what she meant.
“What are you doing here?” Clark asked in his monotone voice as he was coming into the living room.
“I know it’s really early, but I hadn’t heard from you in a while and I wanted to see how you were. I also have something for you, from Oliver.” She said, clutching a manila envelope.
“I’m fine and I don’t need anything from Oliver. You can go now.”
Callie was taken aback. She turned to Chloe and she could see the hurt look on her face and she felt compelled to say something. Who was this guy?
“Someone needs an attitude check.” She said loud enough for him to hear.
“Excuse me?” He asked.
“Chloe came over here because she cares about you. Cares. Do you need Webster to define it for you?”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, so stay out of it.”
“Sure I don’t. I’ve known you for like, what, 2.5 seconds and I’ve already got you pegged.”
“Really, I’d love to hear this.” He said, folding his arms again.
“You care a lot about people and about helping them, but something bad happened and maybe someone got hurt and you blame yourself. So you close yourself off, wear you’re ‘I’m angry at the world’ outfits, and totally go back on everything you once believed in.” She turned to Chloe. “You know him. How did I do?”
Chloe’s mouth opened, closed and then opened again. “Pretty good.”
Callie looked at Clark. The flicker in his eye was back. His only response, though, was to turn around and leave.
“Yeah, do what you do best now, walk away.”
That stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly. “You don’t know me. Get out and take Chloe with you.” He said with anger.
“Awesome.” Callie said as headed for the door. Before she left she turned around and said, “You know, I really pity anyone out there hoping that you’ll come and rescue them because you’re no hero, you’re a coward.”
Callie closed the door behind her following Chloe down the steps.
“You know that was pretty good for someone who has only known Clark for, how long was it, 2.5 seconds.”
“What can I say, I can read people.”
“Yeah.” Chloe said, her mind trailing off somewhere.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just, the way you talked to him, it reminded me of someone.”
“Oh.”
They walked in silence as they walked down the driveway until Chloe finally turned to Callie, stopping her.
“I hope I’m not prying, but what exactly was Clark helping you with?”
Instead of verbally telling her she pointed to the gaping hole in the barn’s roof.
“A hole in the roof? Why would he be helping you with that?”
“Well, because I sort of did it.”
She could tell by Chloe’s face that she still wasn’t getting it.
“I fell through the roof of the barn and Clark found me yesterday. I then ran away and when I had no place else to go I was sort of drawn back here and that’s when Clark caught me on the premises.”
“What exactly caused you to fall through the roof of the barn? I’m assuming this isn’t a sky diving lesson gone wrong, right?”
“This is going to sound crazy, but it was some flying mystery woman who glows green and likes to give me a headache.”
“You don’t know who she is?”
“Nope, hence the whole Clark helping me thing.”
“Huh. So where do you live?”
“That’s a bit complicated.” Callie said beginning to walk down the driveway again.
“Really?” Chloe asked catching up her.
“Yeah, look, it was nice talking to you, but I have something I have to do. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“I can give you a ride.” Chloe offered.
“No thanks.”
“Okay. Look, with the way that Clark has been acting, if you need any help, you can find me at the Talon in town.” Chloe said as she got into her car and drove away.
Once Callie saw she was out of eyesight she sped to the Daily Planet. She really didn’t know why she was there but it was as if something was calling out to her. She walked the stairs down into the basement and viewed the hustle and bustle of the bull pen. She smiled remembering many experiences like this, but on a different floor. Not exactly knowing what she was looking for she figured she’d start with what she did know. Clark and Lois worked across from each other at the Daily Planet in the basement in 2009 and when it came to being a reporter, Lois was a workaholic. If there was any place she would have been the day she was missing, it was the Daily Planet.
‘Okay, time to put on the investigative reporter cap’ Callie thought to herself. ‘Rule number three, ‘Do whatever it takes to get the story’ and right now that story is ‘Where is Lois Lane?’.’
As she walked up to Lois’ desk, she saw some else sitting there.
“Excuse me, but I thought this was Lois Lane’s desk.”
The man turned to her and said, “It was, but I was assigned to it. Can I help you?”
Callie shook her head ‘no’ and looked to the desk that was supposed to be Clark’s. She frowned when she noticed his name plate wasn’t there. As she turned to leave a security camera at the elevators caught her eye. If Lois had been at the Daily Planet then it would have been caught on video. She quickly made her way to the elevator and to the security desk. She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear she sped in and got the footage of the day she needed.
However, instead of leaving quickly she hid the video in an empty bag she found, got into the elevator, and punched in familiar numbers. She closed her eyes and waited patiently for the doors to ‘ding’ and open up. When they did she opened her eyes and stepped out. She watched all the people working and rushing to get things done. She smiled as her eyes landed on two very familiar desks.
Not that the elevator was a time machine, but she was really hoping to see the two people she needed the most at the moment come out of the Editor’s office and sit down across from each other. As an alternative, she found two completely strangers there. She sighed sadly and stood there for a bit. Luckily nobody even noticed she was there. When she felt composed enough she got back into the elevator and went down to the lobby. She needed to focus on the footage she had in her possession. She quickly exited the building, but now that she had the video she needed to figure out where she was going to view it.
She couldn’t just go and get equipment; she didn’t even know what equipment to really get. She was from a different time, everything in 2009 seemed ancient to what she was used to. She thought about going back into the Daily Planet and finding some tech whiz-kid to help her, but there was no guarantee she could use her skills of persuasion without any questions asked. Plus, she couldn’t say that she knew anybody who worked there to back up her story. Looking up at all the buildings in the city she found her answer: the Watchtower. She kicked herself for not thinking of it before. Super-speeding in she saw a bunch of equipment piled up, obviously Justice League related.
“How did you know about this place?” She heard Chloe’s voice say behind her, surprised to see her.
Callie turned around and shrugged. “Look, I know you don’t know anything about me and you have no reason to trust me, but I…I…” Callie sighed, “It’s just so complicated. I kind just need you to trust me.”
Chloe eyed what Callie was holding. “What’s that?”
“It’s security footage of the basement of the Daily Planet on Doomsday.”
“Why do you have that?”
“Because I’m looking for Lois Lane.” She said with conviction.
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Why?”
Callie didn’t want to tell her the true reason why so she tried to work her answer around it. “I know that she went missing on Doomsday and I know that Clark worked across from her. I think that if we can find her and make sure that she’s okay that Clark won’t blame himself as much. Maybe he’ll, I don’t know, wake up.”
Chloe scoffed. “That’s asking a lot from just finding Lois.”
“Believe me. She has a certain affect on him.”
“How do you even know that?” Chloe asked. Callie made a face indicating she couldn’t say. “Right, right, it’s complicated.”
“I think she was at the Daily Planet, so if we can find the footage, I think we may be able to find at least what happened.”
“Hate to break it to you, but I’ve been through the footage. There’s nothing there, I’ve already looked. A giant gap of time is missing from the tape.”
“So, wait, if pieces of video are missing, shouldn’t that set off alarms? Obviously someone tampered with it. I think we should look at it anyway. Maybe someone missed something.”
“Okay.” Chloe said. By the way her voice sounded, she didn’t believe they were going to find anything.
Chloe cued up the tape. As she went through it frame by frame they saw that Lois was indeed at the Daily Planet, since there was footage of her at the elevators. However, right before the video cut out Callie noticed something, rather someone.
“Wait! Go back to that last frame, the one at the doorframe, by the windows.” Callie got closer to the screen and looked at the angle. “There’s a reflection. Can you zoom in?”
“I can try.” Chloe said as she used her computer tech skills. “Good eye.” She held her breath as the picture came in clearer. “Tess Mercer,” she breathed out as she quickly printed the image.
“Where can I find her?” Callie said getting ready to leave as she took the photo from the printer.
“Look, we don’t for sure that she’s connected to Lois’ disappearance, I mean she has many reasons for being at the Planet. Besides, she may be a bit more dangerous than you can handle. The reason I came to Clark’s this morning was that I wanted to give him something that potentially has something to do with Tess.”
Chloe pulled out the manila envelope she had with her this morning. “I don’t why I’m showing you this, but something tells me I should.” She handed it to Callie.
Callie opened it up and pulled out satellite photos. “What are these?”
“Satellite photos of the Luthor Mansion after Doomsday. Skip to the last one.”
Callie pulled out the last photo. “Oh my god.” It was a symbol etched in the grass.
Surprised, Chloe asked “Do you know what that means?”
Callie looked up at Chloe worried. “That’s the symbol for Zod.”
“How do you--? You know what,” She began, putting her hands in the air like she was surrendering, “Clark’s not talking to me, but you have a chance. He needs to know about this. He’s the only one who can defeat him.” Chloe pleaded.
Callie put the photos back in the envelope. “I’ll get them to him immediately.” As Callie was about to walk away Chloe asked her to wait. She went over to the corner and pulled a sheet off a box. She lifted it up and brought it over to Callie.
“This is Lois’ stuff from the Daily Planet. I don’t know why you’re looking for her, but maybe something in here will help you. I’ve been through it all, but perhaps you’ll see something I didn’t. I haven’t been in the best state of mind since everything happened. Hopefully you’ll catch something I didn’t.”
“Thank you, Chloe. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“Yeah, I do. Any way, if you need me, you obviously know where you can find me.” She said, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other and then smiling, indicating that Callie would fine her in the Watchtower.
“Um, not that I don’t appreciate this, and I’m probably shooting myself in the foot for even asking this, but, why are you so quick to trust me? I mean it’s not just you, but even Clark, it’s all no questions asked with you guys.”
“Honestly, there’s something about you, that, I don’t know, I feel like I know you somehow. Besides, I’ve been down the whole ‘I can’t tell you now/I have secrets’ road before. I know how it works and in the end, it usually means something good.”
Callie smirked. “Thanks again.”
“Any time.” She said as Callie left.
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Callie sped back to the Kent farm. Gripping the photos and box in her hands she walked in the house and called Clark’s name, but there was no response. Looking throughout the whole farm Clark was nowhere to be found. ‘Well if he’s not here I guess it’s all up to me now.’ Skipping over the debris in the barn she settled in the loft. Spreading out the photos, the satellite images and the print out from the security camera, she joined them with contents of the box.
“This is all connected somehow, I just know it.”
After hours of examining all the objects she still came up with nothing. She wanted nothing more than to burst into the Luthor Mansion and search for more clues, but she knew better than that, she was taught better than that. She needed Clark. He already had an established relationship with Tess, if he could just come back she could give him all the evidence. However, he’s not the Clark she knows. What he might due with all this information was questionable.
Callie stared back at all the objects and picked up a black case. She opened it up to find nothing but an empty slot, like something you’d put a ring into. She shut it and threw it on the table. It was hopeless. She was kidding herself. She was nowhere near the kind of reporter Lois or even Clark was. She was a disappointment. How could she even think she could be a hero. Yes, she had powers, but who was she helping? She can’t get home to her time to help her family, and she can’t help Lois or Clark in this time. She placed her head in her hands. She shook her head almost like she was trying to shake the thoughts from her head.
“No, you can’t think like that.” She whispered to herself.
Frustrated she got up and walked around. She stumbled into a box marked “Kara”. Curious she opened it up to find clothes. She looked down at her own apparel to see that she hadn’t changed since the day before. Picking out a few garments she decided to take a break, have a nice long hot shower, and change into some new clothes. If Clark came home, then she’d tackle him with all the information she had gathered.
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Moving all the things to the dining room table Callie was in the same position she was hours before, she still couldn’t find what she was looking for. Even after a nice hot shower and a change of clothes, she nowhere as rested as she hoped she’d be. Though, that was probably also attributed to the fact that she hadn’t slept. She glanced at the clock. Ten o’ clock. Still no Clark. She had found a police radio in the barn a couple hours before and had listened to certain crimes being handled by the time cops were on the scene, but there was no sign of the ‘Red-Blue Blur’, just assumptions that it could be him or some other ‘Good Samaritan’ hero. She assumed it was him but being very low key. Staring at all the things spread across the table, Callie’s eyes began to become heavy. Before she could stop herself she fell asleep.
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Thanks for reading you guys!! I think I might change up the POV of the chapters every so often, so, next chapter will be Clark's POV.
Although, I'm sure you can tell by the way I've tried to write her......
(or you might have just thought it up yourself - if so great minds think alike! 
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