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.
~*No distance is too great
For your memory will live on
Let me live in this sweetness of your heart
You and I will live . . . will live on in our dreams
Never . . . Never Say Goodbye*~ (Farewell Trance- Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna)
Sunlight streamed through the windows in Oliver’s spacious bedroom. Clark winced as the bright lights hit him. Normally, he loved the sunlight . . . summer was his favorite season. But right now, he just wanted to sleep for a few more hours.
He shifted and stopped when he heard a moan next to him. Peeking under the covers, he couldn’t stop the smile that came up when he saw the sight that greeted him. Because there was no better feeling then waking up to a very naked Oliver Queen.
Who was currently snuggled under the blankets, his head barely touching the pillow, looking absolutely at peace. Clark rested against his pillow and watched him sleep. Last night had been incredible.
Clark had been nervous at first but Oliver had been so gentle and wonderful. At least in the beginning. After they got used to each other, they were able to do things that until then, Clark had only dreamed of. If he had known Clark was a virgin, he certainly hadn’t said anything. Oliver had a place in Metropolis so they didn’t have to worry about being discreet at some hotel.
He was no longer a virgin . . . and his first time had been with a man. A man that he was quickly falling for. Clark knew he had said feelings were no longer part of the deal but he didn’t know if he could stop himself. He was falling too hard, too fast for Oliver.
Oliver, who was now awake and looking at him curiously. “Good morning,” Clark said softly.
“A good morning indeed,” Oliver agreed. “Been awake long?”
“Not very long,” Clark admitted.
“And you were what . . . watching me sleep?” Oliver teased and smiled when he saw the light blush on Clark’s face. “You were!”
“You look adorable when you sleep,” Clark admitted. He was taking a big risk with his emotions but he figured it would be well worth it. All those years of hiding how he felt had never gotten him anywhere. The worst Oliver could do was laugh.
But Oliver wasn’t laughing. He was observing him. “Is this a dream?” Oliver asked.
”If it is,” Clark replied, leaning in for a kiss, “I never want to wake up.” His lips met Oliver’s in a brief kiss.
A cell phone ringing had them both jumping back.
“It’s your phone,” Clark said immediately.
Oliver groaned, annoyed but got up and went to answer it. Seeing him wandering around naked made Clark want to drag him back to bed but he refrained. There would be plenty of time for that later.
Oliver was putting on his clothes and leaving the room to take the call. Relaxing back into the bed, Clark allowed his hearing to wander, curious about the call.
“I told you to call me only if it’s an emergency,” he heard Oliver say, his tone full of impatience. He listened on and off to the conversation and from he could tell, Oliver was growing more frustrated by the moment.
A few minutes into the call, he decided to stop eavesdropping and closed his eyes. He didn’t know how long he was lying there but just as he was drifting off, he heard footsteps, waking him up again.
Oliver had returned and didn’t look pleased. Something told him that their conversation was not going to be a good one.
“Hey,” he said, “You okay?”
“No,” Oliver said, climbing back into bed. “That was one of my vice presidents.”
“And . . . ?” Clark questioned.
“And I have to go back to Star City,” Oliver sighed, “Business emergency . . . they need me.”
“When do you have to leave?” Clark asked, trying to remain calm, even though his heart was breaking.
“As soon as possible,” Oliver replied. “I don’t want to go.”
“It doesn’t seem as if you have a choice,” Clark responded mildly.
Oliver sat up. “It’s not fair,” he said, “I just found you . . . how is it possible that I have to leave you already?” He looked deep into Clark’s eyes. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
“Then don’t,” Clark said simply.
“What do you mean?” Oliver asked. His eyes lit up. “You can come with me!”
“No I can’t,” Clark said, shaking his head. The light was gone.
“But you said we are not going to say goodbye,” Oliver whispered.
“We’re not,” Clark said. “We shouldn’t say goodbye. Saying goodbye removes the possibility that we’ll see each other again.”
“You think if I leave, we’ll see each other again?” Oliver asked.
“I think . . . that we’re not through yet,” Clark told him, “We’re going to see each other again. When that is, I’m not sure.”
“So don’t say goodbye?” Oliver asked.
“Never say goodbye,” Clark confirmed.
“I can live with that,” Oliver said, with a grin.
“So you have to go now?” Clark asked. He was trying to be mature about the whole situation but he hated every minute of it.
“Not for a few hours,” Oliver said.
“Then what are we sitting around here for?” Clark asked suggestively. “I think we should make the most of our time, don’t you?” A wicked smile spread across Oliver’s face.
“I definitely agree,” Oliver said. And then Oliver’s lips were on Clark’s again. Words were not spoken again for a while, both determined to maximize the hours they had left together.
But time flew and soon, they were both standing by the door. Oliver ready to go to Star City, and Clark headed back to his hotel.
“Can I drop you at your hotel?” Oliver asked.
“No, I’ll be fine,” Clark said.
Seeing Clark’s expression and realizing how stubborn he was, Oliver quickly relented.
“Okay,” Oliver said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to Clark, who looked at it confused.
“I know you have faith in the fates or whatever,” Oliver said, “But . . . that’s my contact information. My e-mail address and phone number. I’m hoping you’ll use it.”
Clark beamed. “I will definitely use it.” They stepped into the elevator and a minute later, they were on the ground.
After sharing one last kiss, they prepared to go their separate ways.
“Never say goodbye?” Oliver asked, with a smile.
“Never say goodbye,” Clark repeated. “Farewell Oliver Queen.” Then with a hint of possessiveness, he added, “my Blondie.”
“Farewell Kal,” Oliver said softly, “My Green Eyes.”
He watched as Oliver stepped into the limo and stayed there as the limo headed off. Only when the limo disappeared completely did Clark take off.
Oliver had only been gone a few minutes and already he felt a sense of loss. He couldn’t go clubbing that night . . . he wasn’t ready. So instead, he just relaxed in his hotel room.
Glancing at the peace of paper in his hand, he smiled as he saw Oliver’s clear penmanship. He would definitely be using this.
But he had no idea that the fates would have something else in mind. Neither of them knew that it would actually be a long time before they saw each other again.
Clark knew that deep inside his closet, in a box that hadn’t been opened in a while, he still had that piece of paper Oliver had given him. A few days later, after Oliver had left, his father had found him. After a very violent confrontation, which resulted in him almost killing his dad, the ring was gone and he was back to normal.
However, he couldn’t bring himself to part with the paper that contained Oliver’s contact information. But he had buried it away, just like he did with the memories of that summer. For a little while, he missed Oliver like crazy but the guilt of that summer tore at him. All the horrible things he had done. Thinking of Oliver only made him remember what else had gone on that summer and the memories hurt too much.
So he closed them away, deciding to continue on with his life as it never happened. He concentrated on saving the farm, on the joy he felt at Lex turning up alive. Anything to take his mind off the beautiful blonde who had stolen his heart, only after a couple of days.
Eventually, he managed to forget and move on with his life. He thought that was the last he would see of Oliver. Never had he expected that the man would make a reappearance in his life and in such an odd way too. Oliver was now supporting his mother’s candidacy for Congress so Clark didn’t think he was going to be going anywhere soon.
Being just friends with the man was hard but Clark knew he was glad to have him back in his life. As he stepped into the Talon to get a cup of coffee, he smiled when he saw Oliver standing there.
And . . . talking to Chloe? When did they become buddy-buddy? Shrugging, he approached the pair.
“Hey guys,” he greeted them.
“Hey Clark,” Chloe said, giving him a smile. Oliver too smiled at him but didn’t say anything.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I was just telling Oliver how I used to live in Metropolis,” Chloe explained.
“And I asked her if she’d ever been clubbing,” Oliver added.
“But I told him that I moved here in middle school,” Chloe pitched in. “And he suggested that I try the clubs there.”
“There are a lot of good ones,” Oliver said, “The four of us should go sometime.” He grinned at Clark. “That is, if we can get Clark over here to the clubs.”
“Oh, I think Clark has enough experience with the clubs,” Chloe said, nudging him slightly.
“Really?” Oliver said, his tone interested. “When did this happen?”
“Let’s just say,” Chloe said, “A couple of years ago, Clark had a pretty wild summer in Metropolis.”
Oh God, Clark thought, this was not happening. She couldn’t bring up his summer. If she let too much information slip, Oliver may connect the dots and that would be good for nobody.
“Clark Kent,” Oliver said, amused, “I knew there was another side to you.”
“Is there ever!” Chloe exclaimed, laughing. “I wasn’t there, but from what I heard, he really hit up the clubs.”
“Shame we didn’t run into each other,” Oliver said, smiling. “I was there a few summers ago too.”
“Yeah, we must’ve missed each other,” Clark said quickly. “Chloe, actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Chloe shot him a concerned look but nodded. “Yeah, sure, that’s cool.” She shot Oliver an apologetic smile. “It was nice talking to you.”
“You too,” Oliver replied.
“Bye, Oliver,” Clark said, dragging Chloe away.
“Bye Clark,” he heard Oliver call out but he was already heading toward Chloe’s apartment.
“Hey, Clark, slow down,” Chloe said. “I can walk by myself you know.”
“Sorry,” Clark said, as they entered her apartment.
Chloe closed the door behind her. “Now tell me, what was so important that you had to drag me away?”
Clark sighed, taking a seat on the couch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have to talk to you about anything . . . it’s just I had to stop you from talking.”
“Oh Clark,” Chloe said, “I know you’re not proud of what you did that summer but I was just joking around.”
“No,” Clark said, “It’s not that. It’s just . . . Oliver can’t know about that summer.”
“Clark what’s going on?” Chloe said, taking the seat next to him. “There’s something between you and Oliver . . . I want to know what it is. Please Clark, you can trust me.”
“I know,” Clark said, “It’s just . . . it’s hard.”
“Take your time,” Chloe said, “I’m not going anywhere.”
He wondered where he would start. “Chloe, I met Oliver . . . before.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Chloe asked.
“I met him . . . that summer I spent in Metropolis,” Clark confessed. Chloe’s eyes grew wide.
“But how come he doesn’t know that?” Chloe asked.
“Because he doesn’t remember me,” Clark said. “Well, he remembers but then I was using a fake name. I was going by Kal.”
“But why are you so scared of him remembering?” Chloe said, “Clark, what happened between the two of you that you’re so afraid of him knowing?”
This was the big moment. Clark took a deep breath and started telling his story. About how he met Oliver, the saving of his life, the several conversations they had and how he slept with him. He filtered out the parts that would lead Chloe into realizing Oliver’s secret life as the Green Arrow.
He explained how he began to remember and what Oliver had told him the night before. It was difficult without adding the Green Arrow parts but he couldn’t reveal Oliver’s secret to anyone, not even his best friend.
When he was finished, he could barely meet her eyes. But he forced himself to look up at her. Chloe looked shocked and his usually quick-witted best friend was speechless.
“Wow Clark,” Chloe finally said. “I can’t believe it.”
“I know,” Clark replied.
“You slept with Oliver Queen,” Chloe said, amazed, “That’s . . . wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“Are you disgusted?” Clark asked hesitatingly.
“NO!” Chloe said. “Of course not! Where would you get a silly idea like that?”
“I don’t know, your best friend being bisexual may be pretty shocking,” Clark told her.
“It’s shocking,” Chloe said, “But that’s only because I watched you moon over Lana for years. Clark, I’m not homophobic. If you like men, that’s not my problem.”
She paused for a second, her eyes widening in horror. “Wait a second . . . you and Lex never . . .?”
“Oh, no, gross, Chloe,” Clark said, visibly appalled when he realized where her mind was going. “We were just friends! I never thought of him like that.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I’m sorry Clark but it’s just the two of you were so close . . .”
“As friends Chloe,” Clark interrupted, “And just as friends. There was nothing more to it than that.”
“Good,” Chloe said, smiling. “That’s a load off my mind.” She peered at him. “Are you ever going to tell Oliver?”
“No way,” Clark said firmly, “I mean, Chloe, I broke his heart all those years ago. How can I tell him that?”
“So you’re just hoping that he’ll never figure it out?” Chloe asked.
“Basically,” Clark responded.
“Clark,” Chloe asked, “Are you . . . do you still have feelings for him?”
He was taken aback by her question. “What would make you think that?”
“It’s just I can see it in your eyes,” Chloe replied, her voice gentle. “It’s okay, you know.”
“No, it’s not,” Clark said sadly, “Not when he is dating one of my best friends, it’s not.”
“So you do have feelings for him,” Chloe stated.
“I’m in love with him . . . again,” Clark admitted. He looked frantic. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t,” Chloe assured him, “Don’t worry about that. What are you going to do though?”
“Nothing,” Clark said, “There’s nothing I can do . . .”
“Clark, Lois is my cousin and I love her very much,” Chloe said, “But you’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. If Oliver still has feelings for you . . .”
“No,” he said, “He has feelings for Kal. We’re two different people and you know it.”
“I hate seeing you miserable,” Chloe said.
“I will be fine,” Clark promised. “I’ll get over him.”
“Will you?” Chloe questioned.
“I have to,” Clark said, his voice full of determination. He didn’t have a choice on that one. Oliver could never know of his feelings for him and no matter how much it was going to hurt, he had to move on.
The sooner, the better.