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In Love ... All Bets Are Off Chapter 1

New story! I hope you all like it. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Story: In Love … All Bets Are Off
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Oliver, Clark/Lex friendship
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex, jerk!Jason (sorry, I do like him but I needed a villain and he fit)
Spoilers: none, AU
Summary: Clark’s dad dies when he’s in high school. Martha and Clark sell the farm and leave to live with Clark’s grandfather in Metropolis, Clark transferring to Excelsior. Excelsior … where Oliver Queen rules the school. Oliver takes a bet that he can get the new guy in his bed … but what happens when he ends up falling in love instead?

Chapter 1

“Trust me, Clark, it’s for the best,” Martha assured her reluctant son.

“How can this be for the best Mom?” Clark questioned, “I’ll never fit in there … why did we have to leave Smallville? All my friends are there … I miss them. And I don’t want to be away from you.”

“Clark,” Martha began, her eyes filling with sadness. Immediately, Clark felt guilty. He knew the move had been as tough on his mother as it had on him.

“I’m sorry,” he said before she could continue. “I know … I understand. It just … sucks.” His voice choked. “I miss him so much.”

“I miss him too honey,” Martha said, pulling her son into her embrace. He hugged back, holding in the tears that threatened to spill over.

There was no question as to who the ‘him’ was in this context. Clark’s father … Clark’s late father … and he didn’t think he’d ever get over the sick feeling every time he was reminded his dad was dead. That he would never see him laugh … or never hug him again … it just seemed surreal. Like it was a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from … his dad … dead? It wasn’t right … he shouldn’t be.

But he was. Jonathan Kent had passed away … a heart attack had taken his life. At least, that’s what finally caused his death … for most of his life, Jonathan hadn’t even had issues with his heart. Clark knew what changed that … knew what was the real cause of his father’s death.


His mother had tried several times to convince him that it wasn’t his fault but he wasn’t convinced. He could never be convinced. If it wasn’t for him, his dad wouldn’t have never had problems with his heart in the first place.

If only he was normal … but he wasn’t. He was Clark Kent … adopted son of Martha and Jonathan Kent … and an alien.

Even at a young age, he knew he was not their biological son … and when he was younger, he had always been stronger than normal children. And he could run really fast. But he didn’t understand where it came from. His parents didn’t give him any answers, just constantly warned him to not reveal his strength and speed, saying that if someone found out, he could be taken away from them.

Their words in mind, he tried not to stand out and easily slipped into the background. He didn’t ask and they didn’t tell.

Until high school, where everything had come out. He had wanted to try out for the football team with his best friend, Pete.

His father had said ‘no’, like he had every time he had wanted to play a sport. This time, Clark wasn’t as willing to let go and demanded to know why. That was how he found out the truth.

“I don’t get it!” Clark yelled, “I mean … so what? I’m a little stronger than everyone else … and I can run fast. This town is full of people with meteor-induced abilities … why do I have to hide? I figure I’ll run at half-speed and I won’t hit anyone. Come on … you played when you were in high school.”

“Clark,” Jonathan said patiently. “It’s more complicated than that. I know you’re careful but what if there’s an accident? A lot of things can happen in the heat of the moment. I know this is hard on you, son, but you got to hang in there.”

“I’m sick of hanging in there,” Clark snapped, “At least tell me ... why do I have to keep hiding? What’s wrong with me?’

His father looked saddened. “Clark … I always knew this day would come … it’s time, son.”

“Time?” Clark repeated, “Time for what?”

“The truth.”

The answer was vague and Clark didn’t understand at all but still followed his father as he made his way to the loft.

“I want you to take a look at something,” Jonathan said.

He didn’t respond, just watched silently as his father pulled out a yellow cloth, unfolding it to reveal a long, flat metal object. It was covered with unrecognizable symbols.

“What is it?” Clark questioned.

“I think it’s from your parents … your real parents,” Jonathan said.

“What does it say?” Clark questioned, analyzing the unknown symbols.

“I’ve tried to decipher it for years,” Jonathan admitted. “But it’s not written in any language known to man.”

“What do you mean?” Clark asked, anxiety building at the tone of his father’s voice.

“Your real parents,” Jonathan began, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “Your real parents weren’t from around … here.”

“Where are they from?” Clark asked. Seeing his father’s expression, he shook his head incredulously. “What are you trying to tell me, Dad? That I’m from another planet?” He snorted. “And I suppose you hid my spaceship in the attic?”

“Actually it’s in the storm cellar,” Jonathan confessed. Then, his father took him downstairs and when they entered the cellar, Clark was horrified to see that there was, indeed, a ship there.

“This is how you came into our world, son,” Jonathan informed, him. “The day of the meteor shower.”

‘Oh God,’ was all Clark could think. This couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t just a freak … he was an alien.

“Wait, this is a joke, right?” he tried desperately. Seeing his father’s serious expression, his hope died.

Emerald green eyes stared, full of betrayal and hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“We wanted to protect you,” Jonathan pleaded.

“Protect me?” Clark repeated, too angry to even think straight. “You should’ve told me!”

His father was looking remorseful but all he could see was a man who had apparently been lying to him for the past twelve years of his life … he couldn’t stay there. Not at this moment.

So he left … speeding away before either of them could blink.

He heard his dad call his name as he left the farm but he couldn’t be there now. Clark knew that he had to go before he did or said something he would regret.

Any chance he had to be normal was gone … he wasn’t normal. He’d never be normal. And the thought depressed him more than anything.

Clark had freaked out initially but when he took some time to calm down, he went home.

Then, his father and he were able to have a rational discussion … a conversation that made Clark very happy that it was his mom and dad that had found him.

He still wasn’t used to it but he gradually grew to accept his differences. What was weird was when his powers started developing. Shortly after their talk, he found out he was invulnerable … and that wasn’t the strangest power.

In his sophomore year of high school, he developed heat vision, that was initially triggered when he was … aroused. Fortunately, he learned to control that one but it had been embarrassing when he set off a fire in his biology classroom, too enamored with his sexy teacher rather than the film they were watching.

Slowly, other powers began to arrive and along with powers, he found his weakness. The meteor rocks, or as he later called them, kryptonite affected him. Through the help of a scientist, Dr. Vigil Swann, Clark was able to find out more about his origins.

His planet had a name … Krypton. And he figured the meteor rocks were pieces of his home planet, thus the name kryptonite was given.

There were several colors, each affecting him in a different way. The green took away his abilities and the red … the red was inadvertently responsible for his father’s death.

It made him lose his inhibitions and last summer, after the explosion of his ship led to his parents losing the baby they had always wanted, he had felt guilty enough to put it on a red meteor rock ring. He ran away to Metropolis and his father had gone to Jor-El, his biological father, or at least to the cave where his memories rested.

Jor-El had granted his father abilities and though Jonathan had managed to get Clark back to normal, the powers gave him heart problems.

That’s how two months into Clark’s junior year, he had a heart attack … they rushed him to the hospital but it was too late.

His dad was dead.

The funeral was attended by close friends and family. Even as his father’s body was lowered into the ground, Clark couldn’t believe it had happened.

Within the next couple of weeks, Clark’s world shifted. The farm was over its head in debt and Martha made the extremely difficult decision to sell it. William Clark, Martha’s father, a man who had never approved of her marriage, took them both in.

Clark had met his grandfather once before and had wanted to get to know him better but he hadn’t stayed long.

This time was his second chance and though he knew that his father didn’t get along with him, he was still family.

So his mom and he packed their bags and moved to Coast City. William Clark was as dominating as ever and had already had Clark enrolled in Excelsior Academy, one of the country’s top boarding schools … located in Metropolis.

His mother was not pleased at the idea of her son going all the way back to Kansas while she was in California but William had insisted that Clark was to get the best opportunities possible. Eventually they agreed and though Clark was afraid to be living in a school with his abilities still developing.

William said that he would get a single room, which eased his worries but after losing his dad just recently, he didn’t know that he could stand being so far away from his mother.

Chloe and Pete, his two best friends were happy at him being back in Kansas. Metropolis wasn’t Smallville but it was a hell of a lot closer than Coast City. Being close to his friends again slightly eased the pain of being halfway across the country from his mother.

His mother and his grandfather accompanied him back to Metropolis. All his belongings in boxes, they made their way to the school.

Upon arriving, Clark was the first one to step out and could only gape at the gorgeous structure. This high school had more beautiful architecture than several universities.

While William entered the school to talk to the administration, he was outside with his mother.

“Clark?” Martha said, snapping him back to reality. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assured her. “At least, I think I am.” He was still a little overwhelmed.

Martha smiled and was about to say something when William chose that minute to return.

“This will be a great experience for you, Clark,” William declared. He smiled and Clark forced himself to smile back.

“Are you ready?” William questioned.

Eyes darting to the huge campus and then back at his grandfather, he gave a small nod.

“Come along then,” William said, addressing both his mother and Clark. He walked away, leaving Martha and Clark little choice but to follow.

His eyes took in the scenery as he walked. It truly was a remarkable sight.

Clark already knew that it was an all-boys school and he wondered, after spending his entire education in co-ed schools, how he would adjust.

It’s not like I have a choice. It was true … this was a new phase of his life and he would just have to deal with it.

“Looks like there is a new guy … wonder who he is.”

Brown eyes looked up inquisitively. “Excuse me?”

Alden pointed to where an older looking man, a red-haired woman and a young brunette were walking.

“You ever seen him before?” Alden questioned. “I think he’s new.”

“It’s a little late to be coming in, isn’t it?” Geoffrey, Alden’s other best friend, commented.

The unofficial leader of the small group smirked as the two guys exchanged thoughts on the situation.

“Maybe he has connections,” Alden suggested.

“He’s dressed like a farm boy,” Geoffrey retorted. “What connections could he have?”

As the two of them went back and forth, Oliver Queen gazed at the aforementioned scene, observing the oblivious trio.

His eyes fell on the guy his friends were describing. He was a little far away to do some close judging but from what he could see, he was gorgeous, farm boy clothes or not.

“Well,” Oliver said, breaking his silence, “I can tell you that the older man is William Clark … I’m assuming the redhead is his daughter. And I’m figuring the brunette is his grandson.”

Alden and Geoffrey were immediately silenced, looking at their friend in awe.

“As for why he’s here now,” Oliver finished, “Or even who he is … I’m not sure … but I intend to find out.”

His friends nodded, eyes wide, and a traditional smirk graced Oliver’s handsome face. He practically ruled this school … standing at 6’3”, with spiky blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, he was a known charmer. Even as a freshman, he had made an impact, people wanting to befriend the heir of the Queen Industries. Now, as a senior, he had more power than ever. If he wanted information, he was going to damn well get it.

He shot one last look to the figures, who were disappearing out of sight. Yes, he was going to find out who the new guy was.

Something told him that this year had just gotten more interesting.

Chapter 2
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: in love all bets are off
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