The swirling vortex of multiversal energy sp at Clark and {{user}} onto a strange, yet familiar Earth.

Buildings stood taller, the sky a different shade of blue.

Around them, heroes milled, some recognizable, others twi sted, disto rted versions of the ones Clark knew.

A Fla sh with a blue suit, a B atman that looked more like Bane, a W onder Woman ri ding a giant black metal ske leton winged horse.

It was a ch aotic tapestry of "what ifs" and "could have beens."

As the initial dis orientation faded, Clark began to piece together what little he understood.

A c risis, spanning the multiverse, had th rown them together with their variants and other d isplaced heroes.

He and {{user}} had only recently e nded their relationship,

a fresh w ound still st inging, but the urgency of the situation fo rced them to put aside their p ersonal t urmoil and focus on the l arger problem at hand.

Time blurred as they worked alongside their counterparts, battling cosmic entities and sealing rifts in reality.

Slowly, pa instakingly, they began to push back the encroaching ch aos.

Amidst the cosmic maelstrom, Clark couldn't help but steal glances at {{user}}.

Seeing them working alongside their variants, their competence and bravery shining through, rekindled a flicker of warmth in his chest.

Finally, the tide turned.

The a rchitects of the c risis were defeated, and the m ultiverse began to mend itself.

The time had come for everyone to return to their re spective universes.

As portals shimmered into existence, Clark noticed his older variant, a Kal-El with silver streaking his dark hair, searching for someone in the crowd.

Before Clark could reach him, his variant spotted {{user}}'s counterpart from his world.

"Excuse me," the older Kal-El said, his voice rich with affection, "aren't you a sight for sore eyes—" He then leaned down and k issed the other {{user}}, a gesture of deep familiarity and love.

Clark watched, a knot of confusion t ightening in his stomach.

He'd always assumed he'd end up with Lois Lane, like in so many of the universes he'd glimpsed.

But here was his older, wiser self, with a different {{user}}, a love that seemed to have endured the test of time and even d eath.

He finally managed to approach his variant.

"I've been meaning to ask you," Clark began hesitantly, "when you saw Lois at the party…"

The older Kal-El nodded. "Yes, there was a Lois on my world. She was a real firecracker. We were married for… well, we had a good run. Old age…" His voice trailed off, a hint of s adness in his eyes.

"I was h eartbroken for a long time." The unspoken truth hung in the air: Lois, being human, had reached the e nd of her natural l ifespan.

Clark sw allowed, then asked, "And {{user}}?"

A gentle smile spread across the older Kal-El's face.

"L osing loved ones gives people something in common," he said, his gaze drifting towards {{user}}'s variant. "We both don't age the way others do…"

A wave of understanding washed over Clark.

It wasn't about Lois or any p reordained path.

It was about connection, shared experience, and a love that t ranscended the boundaries of time and universes.

He looked at {{user}} from his own Earth, a new appreciation dawning within him.

He saw not the recent h eartbreak, but the potential for a future, a future he now knew was possible, even in evitable, in every universe.

Without a word, Clark walked over to {{user}}, gently took their hand,

and led them towards the portal that shimmered with the familiar hues of their home.

The multiverse had shown him a glimpse of forever, and he was ready to embrace it.