She was just barely hanging onto the ledge of the building, her feet bare as her heels had long since fallen off when she had tried to create a foothold on the glass building. Her hands hurt from where they were gripping onto the ledge of the building. She was sure that her nails, which had cost her more than she wished to admit to get done the day before, were more than ruined.
"Help!" Lois called as she felt her left hand slipping, her grip on the side of the building becoming weaker. She turned around and looked down, then wished she hadn't. She was more than hundred stories off the ground, dangling from the side of Lex's building. This was definitely not the way that she wanted to go, and more than definitely not the way that she had imagined going out. She never had a thing with heights before, but now, looking at things from this perspective, she had the right to feel a little nauseous.
Then, just as she felt her strength finally give, she felt a pressure on her wrist. Her head snapped back up, and she frowned as she took in the bald head and ever present cocky smile. "Lex?"
Lex grunted as he grabbed onto her wrist with both of his hands. "Hang in there Lane. Wouldn't want you to fall, now would we." He said, and Lois thought, yeah, that's all he wanted.
"That's all you've been wanting me to do since you met me Luthor!" Lois yelled.
He grunted again as he tried to position himself into a position that he could easily pull her up. "Yes, well, can't have you perishing here, now could I? Imagine the headlines."
Lois tried to pull herself back up, but just couldn't seem to do it. "Can't have me ruining your pristine image now can we?"
Lex laughed as he tightened his hold on her. "No, no we can't. But…"
"But? But what Luthor?" Lois shrieked, dreading the answer, though knowing what was to come.
Quieter than he had been previously speaking to her, he replied. "But, everyone's seen me attempt to save you Lois. Now, what if your grip on me just happens to loosen, and I just can't seem to hold on any longer."
"You little bald headed rat bastard! DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Lois raged.
Louder this time, he yelled with a smirk on his face. "LOIS, YOU'RE SLIPPING! Hold on just a little longer."
Then, as if in slow motion, she felt as his grip on her arm loosened, and as he thrust forward as if to grab for her hand he knocked her hand on the ledge of the building. She closed her eyes as she fell, not wanting to watch as she made contact with the pavement.
Lex turned back around, his face contorted in anguish. Camera's flashed, journalists more than likely thinking they had just witnessed the story of the year.
He turned to his chief of security as he rushed forward, and took a seat on the edge of the building, his head in his hands. "She couldn't hold on. She slipped before I could get a better hold on her."
"Mr. Luthor! Mr. Luthor!" journalists began to yell. Most of them had shocked looks on their faces, most of them continued to work. None of them realized that they were playing into Lex's hand.
His head hidden in his hands, the smirk that covered his face went un-noticed. He'd finally gotten rid that thorn in his side. It wasn't exactly planned, and it wasn't meant to happen, but hey. Who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
He turned back to look at the journalists that surrounded him, and shook his head. "Someone, get me in touch with the Planet. I have to tell Perry the news before he finds out. And then get me in touch with her father. He'd… he'd want to know."
It was the screaming that had alerted him. He'd been across the street, interviewing an officer that was handling crowd control when people began to point up into the sky. Clark turned, and was just barely able to step out of the way as the rotor of a helicopter smashed into the ground. He stared down at it for a moment in surprise, unsure of what was happening, before his eyes narrowed.
He turned back to LexCorp Tower, pushing his glasses down to the bridge of his nose as he did so. Thanks to what his mother liked to refer to as his microscopic vision he was able to see someone dangling over the side. He pushed himself further, and his eyes widened as he took in Lois' face as she turned to look at the street, then turned back to Lex, who was leaning over the edge of the building. She was just barely hanging on, Lex reaching forward to grab a hold of her arm.
The officer he'd been speaking to rushed forward, yelling into his radio that they needed the fire department, though Clark was unsure of what kind of help they could do. The most they could possibly do was help with the crowd control at this point, there'd be no way they could get here fast enough, not in the city traffic.
He knew that he was Lois' only hope now. He was the only one that would be able to get to her in time; that was unless Lex was somehow able to pull her back over the ledge. He turned back around, looking for someplace deserted, and found an empty alleyway a block down the street.
He turned back to Lois. He wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. No one was paying any attention to him, their eyes all locked onto the top of the tower. He made the split second decision, and supersped into the abandoned alley.
He ripped his glasses off, placing them into the pocket of his jacket, then ripped the front of his shirt open to reveal the red S on the blue suit. "No time like the present to do this." He said to himself as he shot off, speeding past on lookers and up into the air. He just had to hope that the suit that his mother had made him did its job, and that the disguise that they had all come up with had worked.
A man was thrown off balance as he sped past him, his eyes widening as he looked for the cause. People gasped and pointed as they watched him go, though he gave them no mind. Lois was slipping, fast, and she wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Then he heard her yell, and he knew exactly what was about to happen. It was almost the same as it was then, when Lex had done the same to his own father.
Lois plummeted as Lex let her go, her arms spread as she freefell. Clark shot up, then adjusted his speed to her own as he began to fall as well. If he didn't do this right, he may snap her neck, or break her spine from the impact. He'd learned that the hard way during his training, though luckily that had only been in the Fortress' virtual program.
They were forty stories from hitting the ground when Clark finally caught her. He grinned as her eyes shot open. "Don't worry, I've got you."
"What?! You've got me? Who the hell's got you?!" Lois almost shrieked, her eyes wide.
Clark grinned, then began to push himself back up towards the top of the building. Gently, he allowed her to regain her footing as soon as they touched down. He had to steady her, as she seemed to be uneasy on her feet, her legs buckling slightly as she felt herself touch the roof once again.
Their eyes locked for a moment, and Clark was sure that she had possibly recognized him. Then, as if by some miracle, or curse, depending on how you looked at it, Lex's robot finally broke free from the wires and began to rush them.
"Look out!" Lois cried as the robot tackled Clark, the force of the hit sending the both of them back over the side of the building. The robot pulled its giant fist back, preparing to strike, but Clark was faster, and stronger. He caught the blow, and squeezing his hand crushed the robots fist. The second blow he hadn't seen coming, the thing slammed its head down on Clarks own, and for a second he thought he was seeing stars.
"Bad boy." Clark said as he began to try and shake the blow off. He turned his head then, trying to gage how long they had before they made impact with the ground. They were maybe two, three stories up now.
He turned himself over just before he could hit the street and pushed the thing forward, creating a crater in the road. Clark stood, and then began to X-Ray the robot, looking for anything that may help him to stop it. The things eyes flickered for a moment, and before it could fully restart itself Clark plunged his fist into the chest, and pulled its power source free. Its eyes completely dimmed this time, and it finally went still.
Clark stood, sighed, and finally took a moment to look around him. His right hand was covered in a black oily substance as he held onto the things power source. Onlookers began to inch towards him, police officers had their guns drawn, but kept them at their sides.
Clark smiled apologetically at them. "Sorry for the mess. I'll make sure to clean it up, just after I return this. I promise." Then, picking the robot back up from the hole that he had created he took off.
Lois was leaning over the edge of the building, along with the fifty other reporters that had been present. Just what was he if he could fly, and take that thing on with just his hands! She almost felt like she was going to swoon as she watched him take off again.
Get a hold of yourself Lane! You don't swoon, you make others do it damn it! She thought to herself.
"I believe this belongs to you." The man said as he set the robot down at Lex's feet.
Lois turned, and had to keep herself from laughing at the look of outrage and disbelief on Lex's face.
Just as he was about to take off again Lois called out. "Wait!" To her surprise he did, turning back around to face her. "Who are you?"
She wasn't really sure what to think of the look on his face. Was he scared to answer her, or just unsure of why she'd asked, or was he just unsure of how to answer her question. After a moment, he smiled, making her go slightly weak in the knee's, and said. "A friend.
With that said, he turned back around, and took off again.