Title: The Assassin

Summary: This is sort of my alternate ending to Infamous. It's not going to be a very happy fic in the beginning, and I'm hoping it'll get happy before I end it. What if Clark had been taken by the government in the episode?

Disclaimer: You know what I do and don't own.

A/N: Please let me know what you think, whether I should keep going with it. Reviews are always great.

Emotional Issues

Death. It was the only thing he knew, the only thing he breathed, the only thing he lived for. He had never experienced it, but he had seen many people going through it. It was odd, he never felt remorse for the people that died. He felt nothing at all. He would watch their eyes slowly drain of life, all their hopes and dreams dying along with them. He didn't know anything else, just the orders that he was given.

"Here's your new assignment." a man across from him said. He passed him a folder with pictures and basic information. "You are to find this woman and kill her before the end of the week."

He opened the folder and looked through the pictures. "What is she being convicted of?" It was the same question he would always ask whenever he was given a new assignment.

"Treason."

"That's understood, but why else?"

"In the past, she attempted to help an enemy of the country get away. We were led to believe that she had died in a fire, but now we have proof that she is still alive."

The man nodded as he continued looking through the pictures. She looked familiar, as if she was from his past that he couldn't remember. "What is her name?"

"Lois Lane."

He nodded and collected the files. "I'll get it done."

She walked out the coffee shop with a large cup filled with the decadent, warm, brown liquid. She couldn't wait until she could drink it, but first she had to call her sweet baby cousin. She pulled out her cell and dialed the number she had memorized so many years ago.

"Hello, Chloe Sullivan."

"Chlo, it's me."

"Hey, it's good to hear from you considering the busy life you lead." the sarcasm was noted in Chloe's voice.

She smiled as she continued walking. "Yeah, I specially put enjoying my coffee on hold so I could call you."

Chloe laughed. "What's been going on?"

"Nothing, just wanted to let you know that I was in town…"

"What?! No way!" Chloe squealed.

"Geez, Chloe, you're going to bust my ear drum." she held the phone away from her ear and grimaced slightly.

"Oh get over it. So when are you going to stop by?"

"In about thirty minutes." "Great! I'll see you then."

"All right, bye baby."

"See you Lois."

Lois hung up the phone and put it back in her purse. She put on her happy mask and continued walking. Life had been so hard after the incident in the barn. She had never found out what happened to him. After she escaped, she lost all contact. Now she regretted ever leaving that place. Maybe if she hadn't left then she might know what happened to Clark.

She took a large gulp of the coffee and sighed contentedly. It tasted so good.

There was a loud gun shot and Lois immediately ducked and started running. The gun shots continued and people on the streets started running away, ducking for cover. Lois hid behind a car and the bullets came flying to the car. Whoever was shooting the gun seemed to be aiming for her. Lois peeked her head out to see if she could catch a glimpse of the shooter.

Whoever he was, he was hiding in the bushes with the gun barrel poking out from the leaves.

Lois pulled her head back and waited, hoping the car would continue providing cover for her. The shooter was bound to run out of bullets eventually. Faintly, she could hear the empty click of the gun. She stood up and began running, her coffee forgotten on the sidewalk. She was wearing tennis shoes and jeans, so it was fairly easy to run, unlike all the other times she ran in her pencil skirts and impossible high heels.

She ducked into an alley hoping that she had lost whoever it was. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. Her throat was burning from the lack of water, but she could handle it.

Lois could feel a strong hand grab her by the neck and she was slowly being lifted up. She was being choked. She clawed at the fingers that were squeezing the air out of her lungs and started scratching them. She only ended up hurting her finger nails. She opened her eyes to look the offender in the eyes. She gasped. It couldn't be, it wasn't true. "Clark?"

He sat in the bushes waiting for her to get off the phone. He had learned never to kill someone while they were on the phone. The police would come much quicker. He watched her smiling and walking briskly. It seemed so familiar. He kept the gun trained on her. She finally hung up the phone, but he couldn't bring himself to start shooting. She was just so pretty and looked like an honest person. He couldn't imagine her trying to help an enemy of the country. He clenched his jaw and remembered his orders. Kill Lois Lane. He started shooting. Lois ran once the bullets started flying. He saw her duck behind a car. He continued shooting at the car, waiting for the protective shell it provided for her to break.

The bullets ran out and he didn't bring anymore. He saw her get up from behind the car and run into an alley. His superiors had always advised him not to use his abilities unless it was necessary. This time was just one of those times.

He stood up and sped to the alley in a blur. He saw her leaning against the alley wall with her eyes closed as she caught her breath. He sped up to her and grabbed her by her neck. Slowly, he lifted her up and started squeezing his fingers around her small little neck. He could easily break her neck in half, but he always seemed to enjoy seeing his prey suffer.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Clark?"

Hearing that name made him loosen his grip, but not completely. Why was that name so familiar? Why did it make him want to pull this Lois Lane into his arms and kiss her feverishly?

"Please, Clark. It's me. Lois!" she continued pleading with him.

Lois. It was Lois Lane. He knew that from the files, but now he felt as if he knew her on a completely personal level. "Lois." he spoke.

"Yes! Lois!" she started coughing from her lack of air.

He freaked out, not wanting Lois to die just yet. Maybe she knew something about his past. After he found out all he could, then he would kill her. He gently lowered her to the ground and let go of her neck.

"Clark! Please tell me you remember?" Lois said with a sadness in her eyes.

He wasn't able to identify that emotion though. He had been forced to numbness such a long time ago. He no longer knew what it meant to be happy, sad, angry, excited, nothing. Emotions were no longer a part of him. "I was sent to kill you." he said. He didn't know why, it just came out.

Lois' hand went to her mouth and he could see drops pouring from her eyes. "What have they done to you?" she whispered.

"They made me whole." he answered. He didn't know what those water droplets falling from her eyes were called. He had seen a familiar substance from some of the people he had killed, but he didn't know what they were called. Could he produce that same kind of substance?

"No." Lois said in a firm voice. "Come on Clark. I know you're in there." she said as she grabbed his hands in her own.

He looked down at their clasped hands. He tilted his head, wondering what this fluttering in his stomach was. He only felt it whenever she was touching him of her own free will. He didn't feel it when he had held her high up in the air as he tried killing her. No, this time was different. He looked up into her hazel eyes. There were so many emotions running around in them, but he couldn't name any of them. "Lois." he spoke her name, not knowing what might happen.

She smiled. "Yes! I'm Lois, and you're Clark."

He furrowed his brows. Clark? Was that his name? He could never remember what his name was. He was only called 'the Assassin.' "I'm Clark?"

Lois smiled. "Yes! You remember!"

He closed his eyes and tried organizing his thoughts. As he did, one thought persisted. Kill Lois Lane. His eyes flew open with a new rage burning inside of them. It was a rage that he would save for very special victims.

Lois backed away when she saw the immediate change in him. "Don't do this. You're going to regret it for the rest of your life."

"I have no regrets because I feel nothing." he said as he took a step closer.

Lois looked down at her purse. Inside of it was a lead container that had the only thing that could kill Clark; kryptonite. Chloe and Oliver had insisted that she start carrying it around, just in case something like this ever happened. Lois couldn't bring herself to take it out though. It didn't matter it Clark did want to kill her, she was going to purposefully bring pain to him. "You don't want to do this!" she pleaded.

"It's my orders to kill Lois Lane. You are Lois Lane. I was sent to kill you." his voice was monotonous. He knew no other thing.

"Please…" her voice quivered with emotion as she saw his eyes begin burning a bright red. She knew what that meant. He was going to incinerate her. She closed her eyes and a tear seeped through as she waited for her doom to come.

It never did though. All she heard was a loud gun fire and an inhuman scream. She threw her eyes open and saw him kneeled on the ground yelling. She looked up and saw a blonde man standing with a gun. The barrel was smoking as he let it swing at his side.

Lois bent down beside Clark. She looked up at the blonde man that was quickly approaching them. "What did you do to him, Oliver?!" she yelled.

"I shot him with a tranquilizer dart. The needle had a small amount of kryptonite so that it could actually penetrate his skin." Oliver said as he knelt down.

Lois looked up at him with a fury in her eyes. "How could you do that?!"

"Lois, he was about to kill you! What else was I supposed to do?"

Lois turned the now unconscious Clark over on his stomach. There was the dart sticking out of his back. She pulled it out and threw it into a trash can. "We have to get him out of here."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea…" Oliver said with a hesitancy in his voice.

"Why not?" "Because they're bound to have put a tracking device on him. They'll track him down and arrest all of us."

"Oliver, this is Clark we're talking about."

"Clark doesn't exist anymore Lois." Oliver said.

Lois clenched her jaw. It was so hard not to punch him right then and there. "What are you talking about."

"You have no idea what they did to him, Lois." Oliver said, trying to chose his words carefully. "They broke him completely."

Lois swallowed her tears. "Well, we'll just have to fix him then." she said as she stood up. "Come on. Help me carry him to your car."

Oliver sighed as he stood up. There was no point in arguing with her.

Chloe paced the floor in her apartment. After Oliver called her telling her to get some things ready, she had been freaking out. He wouldn't tell her what was going on and Chloe really needed to be in the know. She prayed that nothing happened to Lois. If Lois was hurt, she didn't know what she would do.

There was a knock on the door. Chloe ran to answer it and flung it open. "Oliver, Lois!" she looked at the man they were supporting. "Clark?" she took a step back as her hand traveled to her mouth. It couldn't be. Was it really Clark?

"Chlo, you got the things?" Lois asked as she and Oliver proceeded to walk in.

"Uh, yeah. Hang on." Chloe said as she was snapped out of her daze. She ran to the kitchen and grabbed the things.

Lois and Oliver laid Clark on the couch with a heave. Lois blew out frustrated air and she brushed her hair aside. Chloe came in with a blow of warm water, a wet towel, and lead box with kryptonite, just in case he decided to go on a rampage.

Lois grabbed the towel and started patting Clark's face with it. "Don't worry, Smallville. You're going to be just fine."

"Oliver, can I talk with you for a minute." Chloe said as she grabbed his arm and started leading him to another room. She closed the door and looked at Oliver. "What the heck is going on?"

Oliver put his hands in his pockets. "Clark came back."

"Thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious. What really happened?" "I was following Lois, making sure that she was fine and everything. Out of nowhere some person just started shooting and they seemed to be aiming for Lois. I started running for her after she ducked into an alley, but then there was this black blur. I couldn't believe it at first, but when I finally reached the alley, there he was. He was trying to kill her."

Chloe's hand went to her head as she tried to fathom the idea. There was once a time that Clark would threaten to choke Lois because she was just so annoying, but then they started getting so close to where the choking turned into kissing. From what Chloe understood, they never had a real kiss without any help, like a love potion, red kryptonite, or even that time in the alley that Lois still didn't know it was him dressed as Green Arrow. "So what are we going to do when he wakes up?"

"I don't know. Maybe seeing Lois will bring back some memories." Oliver suggested. He was really grasping at straws here.

Chloe frowned. "Okay, but we're going to have to have something near just incase he doesn't remember and still wants to kill Lois."

Oliver nodded. "I don't supposed you have some blue kryptonite that we could slip on him?"

Chloe shook her head. "That stuff is pretty hard to find. The only thing that we could possibly use is the green kind." she sighed. "But we would only have to use it for a very short amount of time. You know what it can do to him."

Oliver nodded. "I'm really sorry." Oliver said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Clark had been Chloe's only real friend aside from Lana. But she didn't know what happened to her. She had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

"It's all right. You weren't the one that brainwashed him."

Oliver smiled grimly at her attempt at humor. He walked out and could hear Chloe behind him.

Lois was sitting on the coffee table, tenderly wiping Clark's forehead. It would be such a cute moment if it weren't for the circumstances.

"How's he doing?" Chloe asked.

"Fine. I think he's waking up a little bit." Lois said. She smiled at his sleeping face. It was so peaceful. It might be the only time he had peace.

"Lois, you know that he might not remember you when he wakes up and might very well try killing you." Oliver asked.

Lois sighed. "I know that."

"And you understand what that means, right?" Oliver continued.

"Yes, but I will not let you kill him, understand? I know that he's in there somewhere. He's just waiting for the right person to bring him back." Lois said.

Oliver pitied her. She believed so much that Clark would come back and be the same man he was before. But Oliver believed that it would take a miracle.

Clark began stirring. Oliver grabbed the lead box, just to be safe. Chloe didn't know whether to step closer or step back. Lois held her breath as she waited to see if he would remember her or try killing her again.

Clark moaned and his hand went to his forehead. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. His eyebrows came together as he tried to sort out his scattered thoughts. He asked himself the same questions he would always ask himself when he woke up in confusion. Who was he? He didn't know. Where was he? He didn't know. Who was he supposed to kill? Lois Lane.

He sat up straight and stared Lois dead straight in her eyes. "I'm supposed to kill you Lois Lane."

Oliver was about to pull out the kryptonite, but Lois put her hand up to stop him. "Then do it. Kill me right now." Lois said.

Clark clenched his jaw. Why couldn't he do it? What was so different about this woman that made him want let her live.

"What's wrong? Why can't you kill me?" she continued.

Clark shut his eyes as he tried blocking out all the images that were surfacing in his mind. He remembered a cell, green stuff that hurt him terribly, gun shots, and a ring with an 'L' on it. But after every image that passed, one of Lois would show up. She would be smiling, looking furious, crying, or sticking her tongue out in a playfully manner. All the memories hurt him. Every time a new one would come up, his mind would start hurting. He grabbed his head, hoping that it would stop the spinning.

"Clark! Clark, are you okay?" he could hear Lois yelling. He felt her hand on his arms. Why did it make his arm tingle?

He closed his eyes tighter. Finally, he heard it. Smallville. The name kept ringing in his head, over and over again. After he heard Smallville, he started hearing Clark Kent. Different people calling out to him, some happy, others crying, and some angry.

The pain in his head stopped. All of the images fell into place. Clark Kent. He was Clark Kent. He opened his eyes and looked at Lois. "Clark." he spoke. "I'm Clark."

A grin spread over Lois' face as she threw her arms around his neck. "You're back!" she said with happy tears spilling from her face.

Chloe was laughing as tears fell from her eyes too. Not even Oliver could hide his mile wide smile. Clark had finally come back home.

But he still wasn't complete. He understood that he was Clark Kent, but he didn't understand what Lois was doing. "What are you doing?" he asked her.

Lois looked at him and she grabbed his face in her hands. "I'm so happy!"

Clark was still confused. "Why were your arms around my neck?" he asked more persistently.

Lois frowned. "I was hugging you." she said it as if he should've known.

Hugging. Clark had never heard that word before. Was that a good thing or a bad thing. "What is that?"

Lois sat back. "Are you serious, Smallville?"

Clark frowned harder.

Chloe knew what was going on. "They took away his ability to feel." she stated in a sad voice.

Lois turned around and looked at her. "There has to be a way to make him feel again."

"We're going to have to teach him everything, starting from the basics." Oliver said.

Lois looked back at Clark. His eyes were so blank. He knew that he was Clark Kent, but that was it. "Do you know who I am?"

"Lois Lane."

"What about me?" Chloe asked as she stepped forward.

Clark thought for a moment until an image came up and a name along with the image. "Chloe Sullivan."

"All right, Kent. You seem to remember these two, do you remember me?" Oliver asked.

Clark put names and images together in his mind. "Oliver Queen or the Green Arrow."

Oliver smiled. "But just call me Oliver. We don't want people knowing my secret."

Clark didn't know why he was smiling. He thought that you were supposed to smile when something funny happened and from what he remembered about funny, it was something that made your stomach feel weird until you let out this loud noise from your mouth. It wasn't exactly yelling, but it wasn't crying either. It was sort of in between.

"So what do we do with him?" Oliver asked. He looked at Clark who was now staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

Chloe sighed. "We have to keep him until he remembers more things."

"I'll take him." Lois offered.

Chloe and Oliver shared a concerned look. They knew of the things that happened between her and Clark. They didn't think that it would be a good idea because Lois might get too attach. It still wasn't for certain if this memory thing was going to stay. And there was always the possibility that he might remember his mission to kill Lois.

"Lois, it would be a lot better if he stays here." Chloe eased.

"Then, I'm moving in too." she insisted.

"But-"

"I am not going to leave his side until he is completely better." Lois said as she stood up with a new mission in life.

Chloe sighed. There was going to be no point in arguing with Lois. "All right, you can take the guest bedroom and Clark will take the couch."

Lois turned around and looked at Clark. "Just like old times, right Smallville?"

Clark looked at Lois with a blank expression. "What do you mean?" he asked in a monotonous voice.

Lois sighed and rolled her eyes. "We're going to have to work on that." she said as she patted his shoulder. "I'll be back with a few things. I won't move in completely just yet." she said as she stood up. She looked down at Clark. A part of her longed to kiss him. They had never shared a real one and she thought that opportunity had passed them by, but here he was. It wouldn't be real though because Clark didn't understand what a kiss was. "I'll see you in a few." she said as she walked out.

Chloe turned to Oliver. "You want to move in too?"

Oliver laughed. "Nah, I think I'll stay at my pent house." Oliver started walking to the door. "Are you going to be fine here alone with him?"

Chloe shrugged her shoulders. "It's Clark. My best friend in the whole world." Chloe said a little wistfully.

Oliver nodded understandingly. "Give me a call if either of your house guests acts up."

Chloe chucked. "Then I'll end up calling you by the end of the day."

"See you later Chlo."

"You too Ollie."

Oliver walked out the door leaving Chloe alone with the amnesiac Clark. "So Clark, it's just you and me."

Clark turned his head when Chloe spoke his name. "Clark." he repeated. "I'm Clark."

For the first time that day, Chloe saw the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.

The man sat behind his large desk looking at all the file work spread out. On his nameplate it read Justin Bartlett. He was the boss here, the main guy, the top dog. Everyone reported to him, even The Assassin.

Someone started knocking on his door. "Come in." Justin said.

The door opened and the tech guy, a.k.a. the nerd, came in. "Uh, Mr. Bartlett." he stuttered as he started adjusting his glasses nervously.

"What do you Stewart?" Justin asked.

"I, um, have some new information for you…" Stewart said as he walked in with papers clutched to his chest.

"What is it?"

"The Assassin, he um, seems to be stalling in killing the latest target."

"Why?" Justin asked. He was getting annoyed by the minute.

"We don't know, but he seems to have stopped at this address." he handed him a slip of paper with an address to an apartment.

Justin took the slip of paper and looked at it. "Get General Lane in here."