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The bang from the gun was deafening and I squeezed my eyes shut. As brave as I acted, I couldn't watch the bullet hit me. Everything had drowned out and my mind was screaming that I was dead. There's no way I'm making it out of this, but then a voice I hadn't expected broke through and my eyes snapped open.

Immediately I locked eyes with Ben. He seemed shocked, his brows knitted together and I frowned, his eyes tore away from mine as his hand came up to the front of his shirt. There was a dark spot in the middle of his chest and I gasped, looking back up at his face before his eyes rolled back and his body went limp, slamming against the cold concrete floor with a shuddering finality.

"Can't believe that worked!" Barry quipped from behind me.

I spun around to see he had unlatched Clark and was helping him up. Still shocked, I just stood there watching Barry keep Clark's large and heavy body up, a large arm was swung over Barry's slim shoulders.

"Wha-?"

"Cyborg and I realized something was wrong. So here we are. Let's get out of here first. He's heavy and I'd like to move you both at the same time." Barry explained quickly, his words slurring together as he reached for me. His sentences just blended together sometimes.

His dark red gloved hand held onto me, pulling me into him, his arm wrapping around my torso.

"Do you have us?" I asked skeptically.

He smirked, "I guess we'll find out."

And then my stomach lurched into my throat as he set off.

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The cold concrete of Bruce's floor was the first thing I felt when we came to a shuddering halt. Pulling myself from Barry's hold I shot forward, doubling over as stomach acid surged up my throat. My head was spinning and I felt so cold, shivering I fell to my knees wretching again.

"Annie?" Cyborgs voice was behind me and I could feel his mechanical hands grasp at my waist to pull me up.

"She's been poisoned." Clark said as he began to regain his composure.

Being away from the kryptonite was helping and I glanced up at him briefly before Cyborg pulled me into his arms. It was so quick that I felt my stomach roll again and I sobbed.

"I'm going to puke!" I gasped, holding a hand to my clenched lips.

"I'm all metal. Don't try to force it back down," Cyborg responded.

I couldn't if I wanted to and I tried to lean away to puke over his arm and away from me but I couldn't. It spilled from my mouth and splashed against my tank top. Now covered in blood, dirt and vomit. Cyborg rushed to the medical wing in the lair. He quickly deposited me onto the table and moved about the room.

Clark and Barry followed in. Barry had changed in the few minutes this all unfolded and watched with bulging eyes as I convulsed on the bed. Clark was by my side, hand tightly around mine. His other was pulling my damp and straggly strands of hair away from my sweaty forehead. Someone handed him a cool towel and he placed it on my forehead - for just a moment it gave me relief. Between my sobs and cries of pain I could hear the others talking.

"Barry get that saline drip, she needs fluids."

"It's lead. I couldn't see it."

"Where's Bruce?"

"On a mission in Singapore. I've already sent for him. He'll know what to do." Alfred's voice was soft as he placed a blanket on me. I tried to smile at him but I think it came out more as a grimace.

The pain was unbearable and my throat was raw from my dry heaving. I had nothing left to throw up. My body was on fire and freezing at the same time. Clark demanded I get out of the pajamas I was in. Blearily, I was sat up, my chin resting against Clark's shoulder as he reached around me to pull up my top. Glancing about the room - it was empty and dim. The low light was helping dull my migraine.

"Clark..." I sputtered, but he didn't answer just kept me rested against his chest as he undressed me.

My head rolled to the side when he placed his strong arm behind my back, shifting me so he could pull my ragged top from my damp body. I could barely keep my eyes open, my vision was so blurry but his fingers on my skin were warm and I tried to concentrate on them. Eventually, I was laid back onto the bed and he shifted his attention to my shorts. Pulling them down quickly he replaced them with grey sweat pants and pulled socks over my dirty bare feet.

I reached up to feel at the top I was wearing and the needle in my wrist tugged slightly. Glancing down, I saw a white top. Not concerned with where they came from my eyes fluttered shut, but before I drifted off to sleep Clark joined me on the bed his body molding around mine as he pulled me to him. His lips pressed a kiss to my temple and his hand captured mine pulling my arm to my chest, cradling me as close to him as possible.

"I love you, Annie."

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Low voices were across the room and as consciousness returned my eyes pulled open. The lights were off and sucking in a breath I looked over at the two men before me. Clark was already walking towards me. He was fully healed now, his eyes bright and his skin clear and soft. I smiled at him slightly and turned to Bruce. He looked exhausted and his smile was small and I could tell it didn't reach his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Clark asked me.

"A bit better, still no overwhelming urge to empty my stomach. Yet. How long was I out?"

"75 hours." Bruce stated.

"Oh, thank you. I was sure I was going to die."

"I wasn't going to let that happen." Bruce said to me. He kept my gaze and I nodded smiling at him.

Sighing, I shifted on my elbows to sit up with the help of Clark.

"Where are Cyborg and Barry? They got me here...how did they know?" I asked.

"Cyborg had kept an eye on you and when your entire apartment building went silent all at once he realized something was wrong and by the time he was able to get footage of your building you all were gone."

Bruce explained, "Everyone in the building was drugged and forced to sleep -,"

"The sweet mist we saw." I interrupted.

"- and the explosion that destroyed your apartment well there was no evidence of it."

"What?" I balked.

"The cult with the help of alien technology were able to repair the damage. Leaving no trace behind."

"I didn't believe it until I went to get you clothes." Clark said looking down at me.

"I guess I don't have to look for a new place now," I chuckled.

"And Lois?"

"She's fine."

"Ben?"

"His body was retrieved by MPD with my help and was charged with kidnapping, treason and attempted murder. It's all over the news. Everything is out except who funded the cult." Bruce told me.

I nodded not wanting to linger on the worst of what's happened in the last couple of days I changed the subject, "Now that the lead is out of my system I just want everything to be back to normal. I think I'll take off from work too, stay stress free."

Both men looked like someone ran over their dogs.

"We were able to treat you with the proper medication and..." Bruce's voice trailed off as his eyes slid to Clark.

I glanced between them before Clark spoke up.

"Annie, I don't know how to tell you this."

I frowned and a sense of dread swept over me, "The lead is gone, right?" I asked.

Clark nodded not meeting my eyes.

"What else is wrong?"

A silence crept between us three and my brow furrowed, "Clark. What is it?"

His blue eyes finally met mine and he clenched his jaw before answering me, "Annie, you're pregnant."

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Don't shoot me, please. I'm so sorry for being gone for so long.

I graduated college in May and am currently writing a book. It's something that I've always wanted to do! Excited to publish it through Amazon too. If anyone wants to stay updated on that please let me know! I'll be happy to update you!

Got a weird threat by a reader who said they were going to cut off my toes or something, even if it's a joke please don't leave comments like that. I don't appreciate it and I hate being pressured into updating. This was already finished about a month ago so don't think your "threat" did this.

With that said to everyone who has been extremely patient and encouraging I thank you! I hope you all enjoy this long overdue chapter!

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