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.
“Wow, Clark, it seems you have your very own knight in shining armor,” Chloe joked. They were sitting in the Talon, and just hanging out. It was a rare moment, with no meteor freaks or zoners to interrupt and they were determined to enjoy it.
“I never thought I would see you as a damsel in distress though,” Chloe added, laughing. “Then again, I think you could pull off pink.”
“Chloe, it’s not funny!” Clark said. He had just told her about how Oliver had defended him against Lana and the almost kiss that had occurred later. Ever since he had told her of his feelings, she had been on his case, trying to find out what was going on.
“It is nice to see one guy who hasn’t fallen under the Lana spell,” Chloe mused aloud, “I mean, don’t get me wrong. Lana is my friend but it is kind of annoying how she manages to turn usually intelligent men into mindless dorks.”
“Are you implying something Chlo?” Clark asked.
“Clark you have to admit that you’ve done some pretty stupid things in the name of your love for Lana,” Chloe pointed out.
“I suppose you’re right,” Clark conceded. “It was just something about her . . .”
“That made you want to protect her, blah, blah, blah,” Chloe finished, rolling her eyes. “I know, Clark trust me. You weren’t the first and I’m certain you won’t be the last male to want to be her prince charming.” She grinned. “But I have to give Oliver his props. He is way cooler than I thought he was.”
She frowned. “But I am disappointed in you, Clark Kent. Jumping up like that! How could you not kiss Oliver?”
“Chloe, I don’t know if you remember, but he is dating your cousin!” Clark replied, “I was probably wrong anyway. It must’ve been in my imagination.”
“I doubt it,” Chloe said. “But then again, you are dense about the matters of the heart.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s true! He spends time with you for no reason, he compliments you at random moments, and he protects your honor against your ex-girlfriend . . . and you honestly think there’s nothing going on?”
“When you put it that way,” Clark said, sighing. “I don’t know.”
“Look, Oliver probably does care about Lois,” Chloe said, “And she is definitely heads over heels for him. Trust me, if he hurts my cousin, I will kick his ass but . . . you should see yourself when you talk about him.”
“Chloe,” he protested.
“No Clark,” Chloe insisted. “Your eyes light up and you just look so happy. I’ve never seen you this crazy about anyone and don’t forget that I listened to you whine about Lana for years.”
“You don’t think I love him more than I love Lana, do you?” Clark asked, but already knowing the answer.
“I don’t think that,” Chloe said softly, “I already know it for sure. Am I right?”
“You’re right,” Clark said, knowing there was no point in lying. His throat closed up. “I wish you weren’t though.”
Chloe covered his hand with her smaller one. “Clark, I know it hurts . . .”
“It does hurt,” Clark said, “I don’t know what is wrong with me . . . I keep falling for people who I can’t have. Maybe, maybe I’m just meant to be alone.”
“Don’t say that,” Chloe told him, “Don’t you ever say that. You are a wonderful man and you are going to make some person very lucky one day.” She smiled at him. “Because you’re kind and you have a good heart and you’re a great catch. Anyone who has told you otherwise is blind and stupid.”
Clark smiled and squeezed her hand lightly. “Does Jimmy know how lucky he is? If he doesn’t, I’ll be more than happy to remind him.”
Chloe smiled, tears shimmering in her eyes. “I think he does.”
“Well, I feel pretty lucky too,” Clark agreed, “to have you as my best friend.”
“The feeling is mutual Clark,” Chloe said. They sat in silence, the two of them just enjoying each other’s company when a voice startled them.
“If it isn’t the dynamic duo.” They looked up to see Oliver, with a teasing grin on his face.
“Hey Oliver,” Clark said.
“Am I interrupting anything?” Oliver asked.
“No, definitely not,” Chloe said, “In fact, I was just leaving.”
“Chloe, you don’t have to go,” Clark said, not really wanting to be alone with Oliver.
“It’s all right,” Chloe said, “I have to get back to the Planet anyway. See you guys later.”
“Bye,” Clark said.
Oliver took Chloe’s abandoned seat. “I hope I didn’t chase her away.”
“No, Chloe is always running around,” Clark assured him. “It’s not in her nature to sit still for this long.”
Oliver laughed. “I can understand how she feels. I really can’t sit still either.”
“So what’s new?” Clark asked.
“Well, actually, I was looking for you,” Oliver admitted.
“Looking for me why?” Clark questioned.
“I need a favor,” Oliver said
“Okay,” Clark agreed, “What kind of favor?”
“The Metropolis Museum of Art is having this exhibit,” Oliver explained. “I got this invitation and I RSVP’d for two. Unfortunately, Lois can’t come.”
“So what do you want me to do about it?” Clark questioned.
Oliver grinned. “I was hoping you’d be free this weekend.”
“You want me to come with you?” Clark asked incredulously. “Wouldn’t that be a little weird?”
“Not at all,” Oliver replied, “Nobody will say anything. People bring their friends to these things all the time. And you did say we’re friends. I really don’t want to have to go alone.”
He’s very sneaky, Clark thought. “I don’t know Oliver,” Clark said, “I don’t really belong at these fancy events. It’s not really me.”
“Don’t worry,” Oliver said, “If I can deal with Lois, I can deal with you and trust me, she’s not exactly easy at these parties. I always have to watch her and make sure she doesn’t offend anyone.”
“Sounds like Lois,” Clark laughed. He thought about it for a moment. It was getting harder to spend time with Oliver but he couldn’t say ‘no’ to him.
“Clark?” Oliver asked, “Do I get an answer?”
“I don’t know anything about art,” Clark said, trying to come up with another excuse.
“You don’t need to,” Oliver said, “Most the people there don’t know much about art. I know enough and I’ll keep you informed so you don’t look out of place.”
Clark was reluctant but knew he didn’t have a choice. “Sure, Oliver, I’ll come with you.”
“Great,” Oliver said. “It’s on Saturday at 5 pm. So I’ll pick you up around 4.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I just met you at your penthouse?” Clark asked.
“Yeah, I suppose but it wouldn’t be as much fun,” Oliver said.
“Sitting in a car for an hour is fun?” Clark wanted to know. “Your concept of fun troubles me.”
“Oh come on, Clark,” Oliver said, “Just go with me on this one.”
“Fine, you’ll pick me up at 4,” Clark relented.
“Good, now the dress code is formal,” Oliver said, “So don’t show up in your jeans and t-shirt. Otherwise you’ll definitely be out of place.” He stood up. “I have to get back to work. See you Saturday!”
“See you Saturday,” Clark repeated.
Then Oliver was gone and he was alone, left to contemplate what had just happened. Stupid Clark, he thought. This was not one of his finest moves. How was he supposed to be with Oliver for hours and be cool about it?
Just friends, Clark, you’re just friends. That would have to become his new mantra or something. Maybe if he kept repeating it in his head, he would survive Saturday.
The next couple of days passed by and before he knew it, it was Saturday and he was getting dressed to meet Oliver. He went through his closet and tried to find a decent outfit. Since his mother had become senator, she wanted him to have some formal clothes. They had gone shopping and after a few very painful hours, Clark had more dressy clothes.
Right now, he wanted the right outfit. No, not just the right outfit . . . the perfect one. And could he sound anymore like a teenage girl ready to go on her first date? He rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself. That didn’t, however, stop his search. Finally, he found the combination he was looking for. A dark blue shirt and black pants, topped off with a black suit jacket, no tie. Dress shoes were never very comfortable but he knew that sneakers would not work.
Five minutes to four, he heard a car pull up and decided to meet him downstairs. He reached the bottom of the steps as Oliver rang the doorbell. Opening it, he greeted Oliver with a smile but was unable to say anything.
Because Oliver looked gorgeous. Dressed in an all black suit, he took Clark’s breath away. Damn you Oliver Queen, he thought. Okay, back to the mantra. But he found he couldn’t remember the mantra anymore.
“Hey,” Oliver said, “You look nice.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Clark said, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Ready to go?” Oliver said.
“If I must,” Clark said, sighing dramatically.
That brought a smile to Oliver’s face. “Come along then,” Oliver said. Clark made sure to lock the door and turning around, he stopped. Because sitting in his driveway was a white stretch limo.
Oliver was standing by the door, looking at him expectantly. He walked toward him and the driver showed up, holding the door for both of them. Oliver got in and Clark slid in after him.
He waited until the limo had started moving and then he looked at Oliver. “What’s the deal with the limo?” Clark asked, trying to keep his tone casual.
“No deal,” Oliver responded, “Just thought it would be fun. Is there a problem?”
“No problem,” Clark said, not wanting to provoke an argument. “No problem at all.” Oliver looked satisfied at that answer.
The ride to Metropolis took a long time and Clark wished that he insisted on meeting Oliver at his penthouse. This had to be a ridiculous waste of both their time.
“So how has the past couple of days been for you?” Oliver asked, breaking the silence. “Save any lives?”
Clark smiled and shook his head. “No. Everything has been pretty normal. What about you?”
“It’s good,” Oliver said, “I’m a little worried about Lois though.”
“Is she all right?” Clark asked.
“She’s fine,” Oliver said, “But her reporter instincts are working overtime. I’m running out of excuses to give her every time I disappear and she is still intent on finding out who the Green Arrow is.”
“You didn’t honestly expect her to give it up?” Clark asked.
“Not really,” Oliver replied, “But I was hoping she would cool down the search. But she’s just more focused.”
“What will you do?” Clark asked, “If she finds out?”
“I don’t know,” Oliver told him. “I mean, she’ll be angry. Hopefully we’ll be able to salvage our relationship.” He met Clark’s eyes. “I really care about her, Clark. I can’t lose her.”
His throat tightened. Chloe had been completely wrong. Oliver didn’t think of him as anything more than a friend and it was clear that he was devoted to Lois.
He forced a smile. “Lois cares a lot about you too. She will be upset that you lied to her but you could probably explain and she’ll forgive you.”
“Are we talking about the same Lois?” Oliver asked, in a disbelieving tone.
“Lois is hardheaded,” Clark agreed, “She’s stubborn and doesn’t know when to quit. But somehow . . . I think you’ve managed to break through her walls. She doesn’t want to admit it because she hates being seen as weak. Results of growing up an army brat, I assume. The General is very strict and I don’t think after Lois’s mother died, she was very willing to express her emotions nor was she encouraged to.”
“You know for two people who fight like cats and dogs, you know a lot about her,” Oliver observed.
“Lois and I argue,” Clark agreed. “She’s like the sister I never wanted. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her . . . she’s one of my best friends. And I see the way she looks at you, the way she talks about you. If she gets angry, it will be because she’s angry at herself for opening herself up to you and you lying to her.”
Now Oliver’s expression held guilt. “You think I should tell her the truth?”
“You know where I stand on that,” Clark said, “But in the end, it’s your decision. Do you trust her enough to tell her?”
Oliver looked as if he was going to answer but before he was given a chance, the limo came to a halt. They had arrived at the museum.
The door opened and Clark went out first, and Oliver came after him. They entered the museum together after Oliver showed the security guard his invitation.
The place was packed, everyone on Metropolis’s who’s who list there. Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he had done research on the museum and the pieces it held. He knew Oliver would cover him but he didn’t want to look like a bumbling farm boy in front of Metropolis’s wealthiest.
The first half an hour went well and even Oliver was impressed at what he knew. Oliver was talking to some businessperson so Clark went off wandering. He bumped into someone and was about to apologize when he saw who it was.
Lex . . . and Lana. Both looked surprised to see him.
“Hey Lex,” he said, “Lana.” He should’ve known they’d be here.
“Clark,” Lex replied. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I here as a favor to a friend,” Clark said.
“Oliver Queen, I presume?” Lana asked. Clark nodded and Lex turned to her, clearly surprised. Apparently, she never told him about their encounter the other day.
“That would be me,” a voice came from behind them and he looked up as Oliver approached, two champagne glasses in his hand.
“Lex,” Oliver greeted them, “Ms. Lang.”
“Mr. Queen,” Lana responded politely.
“Oliver,” Lex said.
“For you,” Oliver said, handing him a glass.
“Thanks,” Clark replied.
“Shall we move on?” Oliver asked.
“Definitely,” Clark confirmed. He gave Lana and Lex a small wave. “See you both later.” Much later, he added silently. At least if he could help it.
“Thanks for the save,” Clark whispered to Oliver as they started walking away.
“My pleasure,” Oliver replied with a grin. “I could see how uncomfortable you were.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing them together,” Clark admitted.
“It is weird,” Oliver said, “Your ex-girlfriend and your ex-best friend. It would be weird if you got used to it.”
Clark smiled at this. They continued to make small talk with people and Clark found he was actually having a good time.
But in one moment, everything changed. Clark was walking slightly ahead of Oliver when he suddenly heard a yell. He spun around and froze at the sight before him.
Because a man dressed in a security outfit had grabbed Oliver and had a gun to his head. It was the same man who Oliver had handed his invitation too. Clearly he was not the real security guard. He met Oliver’s eyes and saw the fear there. Clark’s throat tightened and he remembered the last time Oliver had a gun to his head.
“All right!” the man yelled, “Everyone freeze or I blow the brains out of this pretty little blonde over here.”
Clark saw how offended Oliver looked at being called pretty. Figures, Clark thought, only Oliver Queen would look annoyed when he had a gun to his head.
He was too scared though, to think of anything else. There had to be a way to unarm the gunman without revealing his powers. There were too many people around . . . he couldn’t afford to be careless. Then again, Oliver’s life was at stake and he didn’t care too much about people finding out about what he could do.
Be rational Clark, he told himself. People were panicking and the gunman was saying something but Clark wasn’t really listening. Noticing that nobody was really paying him any attention, in a flash, he was behind the gunman.
He tried to look as if he had been there the whole time and thankfully, nobody had. Purposely, he sought out Lex and Lana . . . the two biggest threats in the room but even they didn’t see him.
Standing behind the gunman, he contemplated his next move. His next move would be very dangerous but he prayed it would all turn out okay. He quickly grabbed the man’s hand and with his strength, pulled the gun away from Oliver’s head.
Taken aback at the sudden move, the man winced under the pressure Clark was placing on his arm. He made sure that he couldn’t press the trigger and in one move, he pulled him away from Oliver and threw him down. The gun fell from his arm as he slid across the floor, people moving out of the way.
Clark quickly picked up the gun and handed it to the real security people who had come running. He turned back to Oliver, who was lying on the floor, having lost his balance when the gunman was pulled off. Clark rushed to his side, helping him to his feet.
“Hey, you okay?” he said, trying not to hug him tightly and never let him go. He had almost lost Oliver . . . and that scared him to no end.
Oliver was looking at him in awe. “You saved my life.” He remembered how scared Oliver had seemed and he couldn’t stop himself.
He hugged Oliver. “I was so worried,” Clark managed, words spilling out before he could think about them. “I mean, he had the gun to your head. You had a gun to your head again and I didn’t know what to do.”
“I’m okay,” Oliver told him, hugging him back. “You did well.”
“That you did,” a voice came. Clark removed himself from the embrace and turned to see a security officer there.
“Mind if we ask you a couple of questions?” he asked. Clark nodded and went with the man.
He was so caught up in his relief that he missed Oliver’s last words.
“Wait . . . again?”