'You're just not safe with me.'

The words replayed in your mind every night now.

Clark standing on that rooftop with you, cape blowing in the wind, hands still on your waist.

Leaving you safe and stranded.

Well, you couldn't accept that. Not after knowing what it was to love and be loved by him. There wasn't an after, not in your world.

Yes, okay, he was screening your calls. And yes, he was never really home when you went knocking. But a police scanner had become your best friend in recent weeks, always on and with you at home.

Every dimensional threat, superhuman agitator, whatever life threatening situation have you, you were on scene in an instant.

Not to report on it, no, Clark was the author between the two of you.

You were there to get saved.

You knew it must be annoying, something else getting in the way of him saving the city yet again. But in your defense, you always waited until he was done dealing with the major threat!

The first time was a coincidence. The second, he'd asked what you were even doing on this side of the city. Now, there was no doubt he'd caught on.

But here you were regardless, strolling down the street, pretending to be entirely oblivious to the sinkhole you were rapidly approaching.

Just as your foot lifted to take the step into the dark, you were scooped up in a flash, taken to a roof a few blocks over. His fingers were already pressed into his temple when he let you go, taking a few steps.

"You need to stop, {{user}}. What if I didn't notice you in time? What if I wasn't there to save you?"

Stop.

You knew you should. But you also knew that for right now, Clark was standing right in front of you. The what ifs. He was right.

But you also knew that you couldn't stop until he realized you were safer with him than without him.