Story: Never Say Goodbye
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lollie, Chlimmy, Lexana, mentions of past Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: season 6, starts at 6x04, Arrow
Summary: That night at the penthouse was not the first time Clark met Oliver Queen. He has met him before but he just doesn’t remember where or when. But as the memories return, Clark finds out that his fateful summer in Metropolis is not as long gone as he thought it was.
Avoiding Oliver was easy. He was quite busy trying to solve the case and he even met the Green Arrow himself. I can’t believe he got away. This guy didn’t seem to have powers or anything, just seemed to be some kind of Robin Hood wannabe and yet, he managed to slip through Clark’s fingers.
Then Lois got kidnapped and Clark arrived at the scene right before Oliver did. When he accused the Green Arrow of doing the deed, Oliver got surprisingly defensive. They got into an argument, which was interrupted by Chloe’s phone call. She had gotten a clearer picture of the ring.
Fortunately, Oliver had to leave as well. Only later did he learn why. The picture he received from Chloe showed a very familiar crest.
That picture led him to Oliver’s place and with one look around, he located the area where Oliver hid his gear. And upon going through the secret storage area, he found a tracker.
He found both Lois and Oliver on a roof, him decked out in his gear. But at the moment, he was helpless, as Lois had his crossbow. Her intent, he assumed, was to unmask him. Clark didn’t want to do it but he knew he had to.
He aimed for the lights and with his heat vision, knocked them all out. When he accomplished his task, he headed out.
Oliver’s motorcycle was headed right to him. He stopped when he noticed him.
“Oliver Queen,” Clark said, “You owe me one.”
The figure froze and then took off his helmet. He was met with the confused face of Oliver.
“That was you on the roof?” Oliver asked, stunned. “Why’d you let me get away?”
Clark held up the arrow. “I’m not sure Lois would understand why her new boyfriend leads a double life.”
Oliver took the arrow from him. “Or why one of her best friends does the same thing?” Clark’s expression remained unchanged. “I think we’re even.” He looked away, presumably putting away the arrow.
“We’ll be even when you return what you stole from Lionel,” Clark said. This caused Oliver to look back at him.
Clark didn’t say anything else, he just walked away, knowing fully that the blonde’s eyes were trained on him.
Keeping the blonde’s identity a secret was a pain but he had to, especially since Oliver knew about his abilities as well. Hiding it from Chloe was not fun and he hated breaking into her computer but she understood.
Little did he expect to run into Oliver so soon. He was climbing up the stairs to his Fortress of Solitude when he noticed someone already there, sitting at the desk, reading a newspaper.
That person was none other than Oliver. Oliver glanced up at him, seeming amused.
“I didn’t realize I was such a fascinating subject,” he said, closing the newspaper. Waving it around, he added, “You’ve been reading up on me.” But he made no move to get up. “You and Lois ought to start a fan club.”
Clark started walking toward him. “Are you going to tell her?”
“I don’t know Clark,” Oliver replied, gesturing to his surroundings. “You know, you seem to be doing a pretty good job skating by with this farm-boy charade.
“You can’t be with someone unless they know who you really are,” Clark said seriously. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”
Oliver nodded, as if he understood. “You lost her to Lex.”
Clark looked away, putting his hands in his pockets. Now Oliver stood up, matching his height. He felt oddly uncomfortable at how close he was.
“Is that why you hate me Clark?” Oliver wanted to know. “'Cause I'm just another silver-spoon-fed rich boy, is that it? Or is it because I'm not willing to play the martyr like you?
Ignoring his proclamations and leaving his questions unanswered, Clark continued. “You can play these games as long as you want but sooner or later you’re going to hurt her. You know that.”
Well, you seem to have all the answers,” Oliver said, reaching into his jacket. “So I guess it's a good thing I've decided to put this into safer hands.” He handed Clark the necklace.
Walking around him, he continued talking, “For the record, Lionel bought that off a notorious Bosnian warlord, used it to launder Luthercorp money.”
“So why give it to me?” Clark wondered aloud.
This stopped Oliver in his tracks and he turned around. “Well, you seem to have a crystal-clear idea of what's right and what's wrong. You decide who it belongs to.”
Clark looked at the necklace and then back at Oliver. He took a few steps toward the older man. “It’s not as clear as it used to be.” He paused. “You really think it's right to steal, as long as it goes to a good cause?”
Oliver gave him a hard stare. “That the end justifies the means? Absolutely, yes.”
“I’ll never feel that way,” Clark declared. Then he frowned, the memory of the night coming back to him. “You said you didn’t owe me one, so why are you really here?”
Oliver closed the distance between them. “Clark, you have abilities I couldn't even dream of. And I admire that you use them to save the people you're close to.”
“But?” Clark prodded, knowing that he wasn’t done.
But there's a whole world of people out there, Clark,” Oliver responded. “They need us. With your potential . . . you can't wait for them to come to you. When you're ready to do something about that . . . you let me know.”
Clark observed the man in front of him and realized he was dead serious. The conversation left his heading spinning. All his life he had been told to hide his abilities and along came Oliver Queen, who wanted him to take a completely different direction.
“You have a good night Clark,” Oliver said, realizing he wasn’t going to say anything. Clark watched silently as Oliver made his way down the steps.
Only when he heard the roar of an engine and the noise of the car disappearing in the distance did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Clark looked up from the bar when he heard his name being called. Had to refrain from looking shocked when he saw Oliver emerge.
“Seems like we’re running into each other a lot,” Oliver said casually.
“You following me now Blondie?” Clark asked.
“I have a name you know,” Oliver pointed out. Then he smirked. “Or are we at pet names already?’
Clark rolled his eyes. “Hardly. Your given name is of no interest to me. So I’m calling you what I like.”
“Well then,” Oliver said, “People usually call me Ollie but since you’ve gone through all the trouble of coming up with a nickname, it’s only polite that I reciprocate the gesture.”
“Kal is the only name I want to hear from your lips,” Clark warned.
But Oliver paid him no attention. He sat down right next to him and was observing him carefully. “How about . . . Green Eyes?”
“Green Eyes?” Clark repeated. “Creative. Hope you didn’t strain your brain thinking of that one.”
“Like Blondie is so much better,” Oliver retorted.
“I think it suits you,” Clark said, a touch of smugness in his tone.
“Green eyes suits you,” Oliver shot back. Clark didn’t say anything, he just smiled. “Seriously, though,” Oliver added, “You’ve got some amazing eyes.”
Clark took a sip of his drink. “Got to work on your pick up lines.”
“Who says this is a pick up line?” Oliver said. “Trust me, if I was hitting on you, you’d be with me already.”
“Confident,” Clark noted.
“I have a lot to be confident about,” Oliver said haughtily. “But right now I’m being serious. Your eyes are really beautiful.”
Something in Clark stirred at the tone of his voice but outwardly, he remained calm.
“Thank you,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
Oliver smiled, clearly pleased his compliment had been taken in the right manner. ‘He had a nice smile’ Clark thought.
Then he stiffened, horrified at his own thoughts. No, he was not interested in Oliver. But he needed to get away from here. Feelings were no longer part of the deal. He threw down some money for the drink and stood up abruptly.
“You going somewhere?” Oliver questioned.
Without answering his question, Clark spun and headed straight for the door. What he didn’t count on was Oliver following him.
Clark stopped suddenly once he was outside, causing Oliver to bump into him.
“What?” Clark snapped, annoyed.
Oliver raised his hands. “Green eyes, has anyone ever suggested you get some treatment for those mood swings of yours? You blow hot and cold.”
“I don’t owe anyone an explanation,” Clark said. “We hardly know each other.” He would’ve gone on but something caught his eye.
‘And I thought I left the saving lives deal when I got out of Smallville’ he thought. Some kid was just standing the middle of the road, text messaging. He was walking at a snail’s pace and didn’t see the car coming at a distance.
But when the bright headlights hit the kid, he looked up startled. Seeing that he wasn’t moving, Clark started running and pulled the kid out of the way, to the other side of the street. The car never stopped.
Now the kid was staring at him in awe. “Wow, thanks mister,” he said.
“Look kid,” Clark told him, “It’s Metropolis and unless you want to decorate the road, start using those eyes of yours.”
“Yeah, mister, thanks again!” he called and ran off.
“This is the second day that I’ve known you and the third life I’ve seen you save,” a voice said from behind him. He didn’t have to look to know it was Oliver. But still he turned, meeting those brown eyes, that were completely filled with awe. And to think . . . he put that look there. That gave him a thrill, though he would never admit it aloud.
“It’s nothing,” Clark shrugged.
“You’re used to saving lives,” Oliver observed. Clark cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. “The way you react, your quick reflexes tell me that and your shying away from compliments tells me that you’re not used to being thanked. So when you save lives, you do it anonymously.”
Clark was speechless and a little frightened too. This man could read him like a book.
“Where I’m from,” Clark said slowly, “strange things happen. If I can stop people from getting hurt, I do.”
“But nobody credits you,” Oliver said. “So why do you do it?”
“I don’t do it for credit,” Clark told him, “I do it to save lives.” He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. “Why do people become doctors or policemen or fire fighters? They don’t do it to be recognized, they do it because they want to help humanity. We should all help, the best way we can.” Clark gestured on the streets. “Look at Metropolis- by day it is an elite city, where people come for great shopping and the rich live the high life. But at night, it transforms into something darker- women get raped, people get mugged and killed. It’s disgusting.”
Clark had never spoken so openly before and especially to someone he barely knew. He was always the one who kept quiet, wanting to disappear in the background. Because if someone paid him too much attention, he feared that they would find out what he could do. And his paranoia of being ripped away from his home and shipped to some lab came into play.
“Do you have any suggestions?” Oliver asked, his tone curious.
“No,” Clark admitted. “I mean, I don’t have any solutions. It’s just that, I think that we should all do what we can. Some can do more than others, I know. So that’s why I try to help. You asked why I do it and this is my answer. If you can, you should.”
He needed distance . . . this conversation was too intense. He was in Metropolis to party, and party alone.
“You’re right,” Oliver was saying. The blonde turned away for a second and Clark used that second to his advantage.
“I think,” Oliver started again but it was too late. He turned back and found himself talking to air. Clark was gone.
And Clark, already running back to his hotel could hear Oliver’s voice calling out his name. But it didn’t make him stop.
However, after he got back to the hotel, he listened for Oliver, making sure the other man got back safely. Only when he heard Oliver enter his . . . wherever he was staying safely did he relax.
Never before had he been so open with someone, not even his parents or Lex. Something about Oliver made him want to share all his feelings.
Glancing at the ring still adorning his finger, Clark felt a surge of annoyance. Part of him wanted to rip it off but the feeling it was giving him, it was good. Besides, who cared if he told Oliver anything anyway? It wasn’t like he would see the other man for very long. Eventually they would go their separate ways.
Little did he know that the conversation they had would have a serious significance- for both of them. And with a few words, Clark Kent had changed the course of one Oliver Queen’s future.