I guess the story starts off when Y/N sat on her bed in middle of the night. The moonlight shone through her open windows. The wind licked the curtains as she stared absentmindedly at nowhere in particular.

She, Clark and some other members of the league were undercover on a mission in a small town, in the middle of nowhere. Bruce bought a small (huge actually but Bruce said it was small) cabin next to a lake with a pretty view of the forest.

Her mind wandered to how many people she killed. She had a nightmare earlier about her not being able to save the league because she wasn't strong enough and now she couldn't help but think...

Getting up and shaking herself free of her depressing thoughts, she decided to get something to eat.

Her warm feet touched the cold wooden floor as she quietly made her way to the kitchen. She felt warm but the house felt cool.

Filling her glass with some (drink), her thoughts wandered.

"Y/N?"

Recognizing the voice, she didn't even bother to turn around.

"Hey, Clark." She said, putting away the drink.

"What are you doing up this late?" He asked. "It's 3 in the morning."

"....I was just thinking." She offered him a small smile. "Night, Clark." Y/N said, trying to slip away.

Clark grabbed her forearm, suddenly growing nervous. He panicked a little before steadying his erratic heartbeat.

"Talking about it will make it easier." He advised.

The truth was, Clark always admired Y/N. He didn't know what it was, but everything she did was confident and perfect. He never saw her this weak and hurting.

"Thanks... But not thanks." She pushed off Clarks hand before walking off.

Clark stared at her as she walked away, thinking how even the most admired and powerful could be so weak.

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The next night after that was almost the same. So Y/N decided to stay in the night after that. She locked the door, avoiding the daily conversation she had with Clark.

Because this nightmare hurt the most.

Tears were streaming down her face, but her expression never changed. Her silent cries were somehow heard though.

"Y/N?" Clark said, quietly through the door.

Y/N mentally groaned. "Go away, Kent."

"So we're on last name basis now?" He joked.

She ignored him, wiping away her silent tears.

"I was just coming to check up on you..." Clark swallowed, on the other side, getting nervous. "Since you aren't getting your drink for the night."

"Just... Just leave me alone, Clark." She mumbled. "I'm fine."

"You know, that's not a good lie to tell others." He sighed. "I got your drink..." He bargained.

Y/N stared out the window, debating wether to open the door or not. "You have to leave, immediately." She said.

"No."

"Then, go away."

"C'mon." He whined. "I'll knock down the door and make everyone awake."

"Fuck you, ET."

Clark laughed a little. "Seriously, let me in."

She froze at those words. It punched her in the stomach. Y/N never let anyone in for a while, since last time it came back and punched her nearly to death.

"Y/N?" He asked, knocking again. "Please?"

She sucked in a deep breath, staring at the doorknob before getting up and opened the door. Her face said she was clearly agains the idea. Grabbing the drink out of his hands, she tried to close the door, but Clark held the door open, smiling.

"Want to talk about it?" He offered.

"Fuck no." She scoffed.

"Want a blanket?" Clark tried.

She didn't answer but walked over to the corner and stared out the window with her drink. Clark grabbed the blanket on her bed and wrapped it around her.

He felt his heart beat faster as he touched a little part of her bare neck. He felt like a hormonal teenager all over again.

"Do you get nightmares?" She asked, quietly. "Are you haunted by this?"

"I try not to think about it... But yeah." He stared at her. "Can I hug you?"

"No."

Clark wrapped his arms around her. He never realize how much smaller she was than him. She smelled like fresh laundry.

"This is assault." She said, struggling to get out of his grasp.

"Just relax, then it isn't." He said.

She rolled her eyes, but relaxed in his embrace.

They didn't say anything after that but they both knew that she felt better. Clark felt content as they both stared out the window, getting lost in their thoughts but their presence comforted each other.

And when she left, he missed it. Even though he knew that it was probably a one time thing, he wished it was every day. And I guess that's when he fell for her. And this is when the story ends.