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.
Clark was positive that Lana, Lois and Lex single handedly kept the Metropolis General Hospital up and running. It used to be just Lana and Lex but with Lois’s new desires to be a reporter, she had been joining the duo.
Maybe it has something to do with people who have the initials of LL, Clark thought. How was it that the people who ended up close to him always had those initials? Lana, Lex, Lionel and finally Lois.
But it was not the time to be contemplating his friendships. Lois was in the hospital and he had to go and check on her. What he found out made him even more determined to find Oliver. As it turned out, Lois had found Oliver decked out in his Green Arrow gear and assumed he was robbing the place.
She had tried to come at from behind and she had ended up injured. Oliver hadn’t come to visit so Clark was now wondering if he even realized the consequences of his own actions or if the drugs had completely taken over.
Lois told him she would call Chloe to help but Clark was already on his way to see her. After checking several places he thought Oliver may be, he came up empty so he decided to go see if she had found out anything.
She had. And he was right- the drug that he was taking was not someone would take to party. It had healing properties. The downside was that it affected the part of the brain called the amygdale, which apparently triggered violent and aggressive behavior. Which must’ve been the reason for Oliver’s outbursts.
Chloe was curious to know why Oliver would take that kind of drug but he managed to distract her before she could ask too many questions. They discovered that a woman named Pamela Black was the one who created the drug and she was currently working for Queen Industries, taking a sabbatical from her job as a professor at Princeton.
Figuring Oliver would go to her for more drugs eventually, they headed toward the lab. But when they got there, they found that the lab was torn apart, equipment and supplies strewn all over place. And Dr. Black was dead, lying in a pool of her own blood.
Clark approached the body and with a quick check, he said, “She’s dead.”
“And her place has been completely pillaged,” Chloe added.
Clark felt sick to his stomach. “Look, drugs or no drugs, I can't believe Oliver would kill someone.”
“I don't think it was Oliver, Clark,” Chloe responded, pointing to a too familiar arrow pinned to the wall. “It was the Green Arrow. Looks like our green hero has made the leap from Robin Hood to cold-blooded killer. I just don't understand why a scientist was his target.”
Clark refused to believe it. There had to be another explanation. Using his x-ray vision, he scanned the room and stopped when he saw something.
“Chloe,” he said and then proceeded to rip off part of the wall.
“Clark!” Chloe exclaimed.
He found a bunch of folders and began to look through them. “These folders are from a halfway house in Metropolis called Second Chance. This doctor, she was giving the kids there the same drugs Oliver was taking.”
“Lex's foundation funds this halfway house,” Chloe told him.
“Lex co-opted Oliver's scientist,” Clark said, sighing. “Those two have been at each other since high school.”
“And the Green Arrow got in the way,” Chloe said, drawing her own conclusions. “Ever the crusader for the underprivileged, he must have gotten wind of Dr. Black's secret experiments and taken care of her his own way.”
She was wrong but he wasn’t about to correct her. He had vowed to himself that nobody would figure out Oliver’s secret identity and even though it was killing him to lie to his best friend, he had to.
“If the Green Arrow found out that Luthorcorp was behind this, Lex could be the next target,” Clark realized.
“What do we do?” Chloe asked, sounding nervous.
“I’m going to go find Lex,” Clark decided. “That’s our best bet on finding the Green Arrow.”
“Good luck,” Chloe said, “Call me if you need anything.”
“Can you take care of this?” he asked, gesturing around him.
“Yeah,” she said, “Don’t worry about this, I’ll be fine. You just go . . . time is running out.”
With a quick nod, he sped out of the room. The first place he went was the mansion but later on, he really wished he hadn’t. Because not only did he not find Lex, he managed to run into Lana.
She was upset so he tried to help but it resulted in his accusing Lex of making her upset and her insisting that he leave. So he did.
Where would Lex be? If not at the mansion, then there was only one other location . . . Luthorcorp. He scanned the building for movement and when he located the office with figures in it, he immediately took off in that direction.
He arrived and found Oliver on the ground, groaning. His eyes wandered and he saw Lex lying, motionless, on the other side of the room.
“Oliver,” he said, “What have you done?” He rushed to Lex’s side.
“He pulled a gun, Clark,” Oliver said, “I had no choice.”
“Lex?” Clark tried shaking his former best friend. “Lex?” It wasn’t working.
Oliver had stood up and was watching him. “No, let nature take its course.”
Clark turned back to the other man. “Oliver,” he said calmly, “That’s the drugs talking. It’s not you.”
“Hey, that drug is the best thing that ever happened to me, Clark,” Oliver said defensively. “I'm not bulletproof like you, all right? I got to do whatever it takes. I need that drug.”
Clark gripped his uniform. “Oliver,” he shouted, “You’re not a killer.”
“No, but he is, Clark,” Oliver insisted. “You and I both know the world's a better place without Lex Luthor.”
Clark loosened his grip, and put him down, disappointed at the words that were coming out of his mouth. But he knew it was the drugs. Oliver is not himself.
“That’s not for us to decide, Oliver,” he replied sadly. He paused. “Where are the drugs?”
“Lex . . . he took it all,” Oliver said, raising his voice. “He took it all from the lab.” He watched Oliver’s gaze dart to the corner of the room and when he followed it, he saw a black case.
He went over and broke it open and found vials of the drug lying there. Taking a syringe, he ripped open Lex’s shirt.
As he prepared to inject the serum, he felt Oliver’s hand on his shoulder and his voice hot on his ear. “Let him die.”
Furious, Clark pushed him off, sending him flying across the room. He injected the serum but found Lex was still unresponsive.
He stood up and looked at Oliver. “You killed him,” he said, “You killed him.”
Oliver looked shocked and then his eyes moved to Lex, who was starting to stir. Clark met Oliver’s eyes.
He walked toward Oliver. “We need to get out of here,” he told him.
Oliver nodded and they both left before Lex could wake up. Once they were out of the building, Clark gave Oliver a brief nod and ran off. He wasn’t ready to deal with him just yet. In the distance, he could hear Oliver saying his name but he didn’t stop. Not until he reached Smallville and was safely back in his own house.
Please, he prayed, let Oliver stop taking those drugs. He hated how close the other man had come to being a murderer and if Oliver had been in his right mind, there was no way he would’ve ever done that.
There was no point in denying it anymore . . . Clark cared deeply about Oliver, cared about his well being, cared if he was safe and sound. He had known it three years ago, and though he had temporarily managed to push him out of his heart, Oliver was back now and had had reclaimed his spot.
Clark was silent after his admission. “I don’t understand,” Oliver said, after a brief pause. “Why would you be worried about yourself?”
Was he remaining intentionally dense? “Isn’t it obvious?” Clark asked. “I want you . . . and it’s hard for me to be around you, feeling like I do.”
“I don’t see the problem in you wanting me,” Oliver said. “Why would you have to stay away?”
“Because you don’t want me,” Clark replied. Oliver frowned.
“Where did you get a stupid idea like that?” Oliver asked. “I think from the other night, the way I kissed you, I made it pretty clear that I wanted you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Oliver,” Clark scoffed, “We both know that it was a short time thing for you. Just an attraction . . . you’re probably over it by now. And I’m . . .”
“And you’re . . .?” Oliver prodded.
“I’m not over it,” Clark said. He closed his eyes. “I don’t like the way you make me feel.”
“And how do I make you feel?” Oliver said. Since he was closing his eyes, he didn’t notice Oliver slowly heading toward him.
“Helpless,” Clark said, “I like being in control, being confident. But with you, I can’t be. If it was some random woman, I could have sex with her and it would be over. I’m not sure I can do the same with you. And I hate it.”
When Clark opened his eyes, he found Oliver was only a couple inches away. “And what if I feel the same way?” Oliver asked.
“You don’t,” Clark said, stepping back. “Please don’t pretend you do. I am not an idiot . . . I would rather you not say stuff to get me into bed.”
Oliver closed the distance and Clark continued to back off. Then he hit the wall and found that he couldn’t go any further. But Oliver continued approaching him, until there was no space between them.
Clark’s heart was pounding. “You don’t know me at all then,” Oliver said, pressing Clark against the wall.
“You intrigue me like no one ever has before,” Oliver said softly, “Every time you ran away, I came after you. Do you think I do that with anyone? If you were just a one night stand, I would’ve given up a long time ago.”
“Oliver,” Clark began but Oliver put a finger on his lips.
“Ssshh,” Oliver said, “It’s my turn now. You bring out emotions in me that I didn’t know I could still feel.” He caressed Clark’s face with one hand.
“You’re so much more than a one night stand,” Oliver whispered, before covering Clark’s lips with his own.
Clark returned the kiss with fervor. They didn’t care that they were making out in a public bathroom and anyone could walk in at any moment. Clark was too wrapped up in Oliver.
Only when did the need to breathe overcome them did they separate. Oliver rested his forehead against Clark’s.
“You’re not,” he said, clearly out of breath, “You’re not going to run off on me again, are you?”
Clark laughed. “No, I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” Especially not after a kiss like that. Out of everyone he had ever kissed, and granted that was a short list, Oliver was the best, no doubt about it.
Oliver smiled. “I still want to leave, you know,” Clark finally said.
Oliver looked confused. “But,” Clark added, “I’m kind of hoping you’ll come with me.”
“You want to go to another club?” Oliver asked.
“I think,” Clark said, trying to keep his voice calm, “that we could be doing so much more interesting things than dancing.”
Oliver grinned. “My place isn’t too far from here.”
“Lead the way,” Clark said.
“You sure about this?” Oliver asked, meeting his eyes.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” Clark said confidently. Which was true. He was nervous as hell but one thing was clear: he wanted Oliver. And now, he was going to have him.
As the elevator went upwards, Clark tried to figure out what to say. He didn’t know what to expect as he opened the door.
What he saw relaxed him a bit but he still made sure to keep his guard up. Oliver was sitting behind his desk. When he saw the door open, Oliver tilted his head.
“Who am I dealing with, Jekyll or Hyde?” Clark asked cautiously.
Oliver chuckled. “Just plain old Oliver today, Clark.”
Which was the best of them all, Clark thought, smiling inwardly. “You haven't broken any glasses. That's a good sign.”
“Right,” Oliver said, smiling.
Clark smiled back, knowing the Oliver was back to normal. “What made you come to your senses?”
“Actually, you did,” Oliver informed him. Clark tilted his head, in confusion.
“This whole time, I just wanted to be like Clark Kent, you know?” Oliver continued. “I wanted to, uh . . . I wanted to have the ability to bring justice to the world without having to worry about getting killed in the process. And then something occurred to me, and I realized that, uh . . .”
Oliver cleared his throat and stood up. “Clark Kent would never take another man's life.” Clark pondered his words and watched as Oliver walked around him and went on speaking his back to him. “I came within an inch of doing just that.”
Oliver slowly turned around and met his gaze. “I'm not even in your league,” he said, downcast.
Oh Oliver, Clark’s heart ached for the older man. If he only knew how wrong he was. But he didn’t have the words to tell him that he wasn’t perfect.
“Oliver, you do a lot of good in this world,” Clark said, trying to find the right words. “You don't need to be indestructible to be a hero.”
“Yeah. Well, you're right,” Oliver said, not looking completely convinced. “You're right. Yeah. Um . . . I should be thankful for who I am, right, and the abilities that I have. I know that.”
“Me too,” Clark said. This time, Oliver’s smile was more genuine.
After a pause, Clark said, “Now, come on. You can't be alone on Thanksgiving. The bird's waiting.” He headed for the door.
“Thanks, Clark. I appreciate the offer, but I can't,” Oliver said. He looked down. “I . . . look, Lois is going to be there, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't even want to be in the same zip code as me.”
Clark pressed his lips together. He knew what he had to do. “Now that you're back on track, I'm sure Lois is going to want you there.” He smiled. “Trust me.”
“Whoa. Trust you?” Oliver repeated. “What happened to all the lectures about guys with secret identities not being able to handle relationships?”
“The truth is, you and I are different,” Clark said. “And Lois isn't Lana. If you two are meant to be together, then who am I to stand in the way?”
Oliver smiled at this. But Clark wasn’t done. He knew he had to apologize for before and there was really no better time.
“Oliver, look,” he said. “About before.” Oliver opened his mouth to say something but Clark just shook his head. “No, I have to say this. I want to apologize. What I said to you . . . I was a total jerk and I don’t feel that way.” He sighed. “I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you.” He met Oliver’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Clark, you don’t have to . . .” Oliver started but Clark cut him off.
“I’m not done,” he said quickly. “You may think I’m perfect . . . that I’m some sort of saint but really I’m not. As far as you not being in the same league, that’s as far from the truth as it gets. To some point, I do what I do because, yes, I care about the people I love and want them safe. But also, to some degree, I feel responsible for what goes on around here.” He took a deep breath, he had never been this honest with anyone before.
“You do what you do because you genuinely want to help people,” he said, “And I admire you greatly for that. It doesn’t matter that we have a difference in how we do what we do . . . what matters is that you are doing it.” He forced himself to meet Oliver’s gaze.
“What you do is important,” Clark said, “And the world is lucky to have you. Never doubt that.”
Oliver was clearly speechless. Clark grinned. “Now, we expect to see you at dinner.” He stepped in the elevator and waved. “Don’t be late!”
Later that evening, as he sat in the table, watching everyone interact. Oliver had shown up and he and Lois had a nice reunion. It hurt, watching the man he was falling for with another woman but he took happiness from the fact that Oliver was happy.
His eyes drifted from his mother to Chloe to Lionel. This was what Thanksgiving was about . . . being with the people you love. His family may be unusual but it was his. And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.