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Chapter 22!!!

We're reaching the end with this story. Thsi is the second to last chapter. Hope you like it! :)

Story: Never Say Goodbye
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lollie, Chlimmy, Lexana, mentions of past Clana
Rating: R
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.

Chapter 22

Wasn’t anyone going to find him? The close proximity of the meteor rocks hurt like crazy and he was fighting to say conscious. How much longer would it be before he would give in to the darkness?

Then he saw big black shoes and he looked up painfully to see a guard there.

“Hey,” the man said, “You’re not supposed to be here.” Then he had a gun to his face. Clark was certain in the moment, his heart stopped. Then the guard’s face contorted in pain and he fell to the ground, an arrow sticking in his back.

“Neither am I.” He had never been more relieved to see the Green Arrow standing there.

Oliver! His mind was cheering. He had come for him after all.

“Come on,” Oliver said, picking him up, and carried him out of the room. It felt good to be in his arms, even if the circumstances that landed him there were awful.

The minute the door closed, Clark felt his strength returning. Oliver put him down and Clark took a few deep breaths, steadying himself.

“I’m all right,” he said.

“You sure?” Oliver asked and Clark nodded. Oliver started walking, talking into his headset. “Green Arrow to Watchtower. Boy Scout’s out of the woods.”

“Boy Scout?” Clark repeated.

“If you hadn't ran off, you could have picked your code name,” Oliver said. The other man turned to him. “You don't want to play for the team, that's fine. You can be smart about it.”

Oliver sounded annoyed but there was an underlying note of something else in his voice that Clark couldn’t place.

But he didn’t have time to analyze it. “Point taken. Where’s Bart?”

“Impulse,” Oliver corrected. “He didn't get to pick his own code name either.” He handed Clark a headset. “Watchtower will guide you to where he's probably being held.”

“What will you be doing?” Clark asked.

Oliver switched to his Green Arrow voice and gave him a smirk. “What I do best.”

He watched Oliver leave, wishing he had at least said “thank you.”

Chloe’s voice came through the communicator, interrupting his thoughts. “Watchtower to Boy Scout. Let’s find Impulse.”

With Chloe’s help, he found where Bart was being held. He overpowered the security guards and as the last one was thrown to the ground, he glanced at the chamber.

Bart was running around in circles and he could tell the younger man was exhausted. He sized it up and at the right moment, he smashed through the glass and broke through the other side, carrying Bart with him.

He shielded him as the chamber exploded.

“Bart?” Clark asked, observing the younger man, who looked drained, a trail of blood on the side of his mouth. “You okay?”

Bart gave him a weak smile. “Muy bueno, amigo.”

The two of them got out of the room, back in one of the hallways.

“Can you superspeed?” Clark asked.

“Yeah, I just . . . I need a minute to catch my breath,” Bart told him.

“You know what?” Oliver said, appearing out of nowhere. “You're going to have to catch it later.” He spoke into his headset. “Aquaman, Cyborg, rendezvous alpha confirmed.”

“We're on the move,” Victor replied.

“Watchtower,” Oliver continued, “Have all Luthor's people cleared the building?”

“The last heat signatures are moving away from the North,” he heard Chloe confirm.

“Wait a second,” Clark interrupted. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I'm doing?” Oliver asked. “You want more of your friends to end up in here?”

“Yeah, I'm voting no on that one,” Bart chimed in.

Clark pressed his lips together. He picked up his own headset and spoke into it. “Watchtower, are you sure everyone's out of the building?”

“100% positive,” Chloe told him.

Clark thought about what they were going to do but knew that there were no other options left. He met Oliver’s gaze, the other man looking at him expectantly.

“All right,” Clark said. “Let's do it.” A smile came across Oliver’s face.

Back at the penthouse, Chloe watched in amazement as the building exploded. “Whoa,” she said softly.

The five heroes walked away from the building, having completed their mission and now ready to go home. Or at least back to Oliver’s penthouse.

The ride back had been one in silence. He had wanted to go off by himself but Bart insisted he stay with them and he couldn’t argue.

They finally got to the penthouse and as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he found his arms full of his very frantic best friend.

He hugged Chloe back, happy to be in the familiar embrace. He didn’t see Chloe looking over his shoulder and her gaze meeting Oliver’s.

And only she saw the longing in those brown eyes, the desperate want to be the one being held in those strong arms, as he watched the two friends reunite.

Clark, oblivious to the situation, pulled away happily. “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he said.

“Clark Kent,” Chloe scolded him, “You are going to give me gray hair!”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry?”

She laughed. “Oh Clark, why can’t I ever stay mad at you?”

“You have no idea how grateful I am for that,” Clark joked. He laughed as she hit him playfully.

She looked at the rest of the group. “How are you guys all doing? You’re all okay?”

“We’re fine,” Victor assured her.

“But if you’d like to hug me too, I’m cool with it,” Bart offered, flashing her a grin. The rest of the group groaned and Chloe just smiled.

Bart shrugged. “What? It was worth a shot.”

This caused everyone to laugh. “I should get going,” Chloe said, “Nice works boys.”

“I’ll leave with you,” Clark said. Their eyes met and she gave him a small smile.

“Awww, you can hang with us, amigo,” Bart said. “No need to run off. We’re going to order food and get Ollie over here to pay for it.”

Oliver rolled his eyes and Clark just smiled. “I’d like to . . . but I should really go. But you guys enjoy your evening.” He couldn’t be in the same room with Oliver . . . the pain was equivalent to what he felt when he was in the room with the meteor rocks.

“See you later,” Chloe said.

“Thanks for all your help Chloe,” Oliver told her.

“It was my pleasure,” she said. She turned to Clark. “Coming?” He nodded and followed her out.

He shot the group one last look, as they stepped into the elevator. His eyes locked with Oliver’s for a second. He broke the gaze just as quickly and let the doors shut.

For the most part, the ride to Smallville was quiet but eventually, Chloe decided she couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Chloe asked.

“I’m fine,” Clark said.

“Oliver was worried about you,” Chloe said.

“Sure he was,” Clark replied, his tone sarcastic. “He was probably annoyed that I was hindering them from completing their mission by getting myself into trouble.”

“You know that’s not true,” Chloe said. “He cares about you. Why else do you think he insisted on saving you himself?”

“To see that I’m not invulnerable after all,” Clark offered.

“Clark, you know Oliver is not that mean spirited,” Chloe said.

“This coming from the person who was threatening to kill him with his own arrows,” Clark replied, glancing at her.

“Oh I threatened him to his face too,” Chloe said.

“CHLOE!” he exclaimed. “You didn’t?”

“I did,” she said, with a smug grin. “Told him if he hurt you again, he’d have to deal with me.”

“I would’ve loved to see his face when you said that,” Clark said, amazed.

“I think I scared him a bit,” Chloe said, clearly pleased.

“You are scary Chlo,” Clark agreed. He looked at her. “You’re really amazing, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know,” Chloe responded, “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She paused. “But really, you may want to reconsider the Oliver situation.”

“There is no situation,” Clark said. “He made it perfectly clear on where we stood. He doesn’t want to take a risk with me again.”

“Tonight may have changed things Clark,” Chloe said. “Almost losing you may have made his see how much he really wants you in his life.”

“I don’t think so,” Clark said sadly.

“You don’t think so?” Chloe repeated, “Or you don’t want to go and put yourself out there?”

“I put myself out there Chloe,” Clark replied, “And I got shot down. Do you really blame me for not wanting to go through that again?”

“True love is worth fighting for Clark,” Chloe advised.

“Can we not talk about this?” Clark pleaded.

“All right,” Chloe relented. “But not talking about it won’t make it go away.”

“I know,” Clark said, “But just, just not now.”

“Deal,” Chloe said and the two chatted on meaningless topics until they got to the barn. She stayed for a bit. They didn’t get to hang out much anymore and he appreciated every moment they got to spend together.

His mom had left food in the fridge so they heated it up and ate together. Later, they were joined by Bart and Victor, both wanting to crash at the barn.

Chloe left shortly after they arrived and the three guys were able to spend some time catching up. A.C. showed up too and Clark found himself having a good time.

“Where’s Oliver?” he finally got the nerve to ask.

“Ollie is at the penthouse,” Victor said, “We asked him to come with us but he turned us down.”

“Robin Hood looked a little upset,” Bart piped in.

“It’s been a long day,” A.C. argued, “I’m sure he’s fine . . . he’s probably just tired and was relieved to see you go so he could finally get some peace and quiet.” Bart mock glared at him and A.C. just grinned in response.

“Hmm,” Clark said, considering their words. His heart lurched at the idea of Oliver being all alone in that penthouse. But he tried to pretend the information didn’t affect him much and continued with their conversation.

Eventually, everyone headed to bed. Clark insisted they take his bedroom and the living room couch. After much protest, they agreed and Clark was left alone in the loft. Making sure the trio was sleeping, he left the farmhouse.

He needed to see Oliver, to make sure he was really okay. It was late but he was sure that Oliver was still awake. Slowly, he entered the elevator and he didn’t know what to expect when the doors open.

Just as he suspected, Oliver was still up and still in the living room. He was staring out of the one the windows, not moving.

Clark didn’t know whether to announce his presence or not.

“Hi Clark,” Oliver said suddenly. “Come on in.”

He took a few steps toward Oliver. “Hi Oliver.”

“To be honest with you Clark,” Oliver said, “I wasn’t expecting to see you again tonight. Aren’t all the guys at your place?”

“Yeah, they’re all there,” Clark replied, “You should’ve come . . . we were just hanging out.”

“I wasn’t much in the mood to hang out,” Oliver told him.

“Bart said you looked upset,” Clark said cautiously.

“And you came to check in on me?” Oliver questioned with a wry smile.

“Yeah,” Clark said, “I hope I wasn’t intruding.”

“No, you’re not,” Oliver said, “I was just thinking.”

“When are you planning to leave?” Clark questioned.

Oliver looked at him, surprised at the question.

“You are leaving Metropolis soon, aren’t you?” Clark asked. He could tell by the way that Oliver was standing, the way he was surveying the scene in front of him . . . it all seemed so final. His eyes were taking in the scenery as if he was storing it to his memory. Which meant that he wasn’t going to be back anytime soon either.

Ignoring his heart breaking at the idea of not seeing Oliver again, he continued, “33.1 is a big problem. You have taken down one facility but knowing Lex, there’s more out there. I figure that you were onto Lex when you came here and that was your true business in Metropolis. Now you’re taking off again. Right?”

“You can read me like a book, can’t you?” Oliver asked softly.

“I’m right then,” Clark said.

“You’re right,” Oliver told him. “I’m planning to leave tomorrow.” Intense brown eyes looked at him. Oliver looked hesitant for a second but then seemed to make a decision.

He walked right up to Clark and before Clark could say anything, he kissed him. He was thrown off guard for a moment but responded to the kiss soon after. Clark could feel Oliver pouring all his emotions into that kiss and responded with equal passion.

This time, Clark was the one to pull away. “Oliver?” Clark managed to say.

“I wanted you to be the last person I kissed before I left,” Oliver explained. “Not Kal, but Clark.” He grinned. “And if Chloe wants to come beat me up, well, this was definitely worth it.”

Clark laughed. “I heard she threatened you. Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize,” Oliver said, “She’s a good friend.”

“That she is,” Clark agreed.

Oliver was smiling and the sight was just so beautiful that Clark couldn’t resist kissing him again. This time it was longer and only the need for air separated them. Even then, Clark continued trailing kisses down Oliver’s neck and let his hands wander over Oliver’s body.

“Clark,” Oliver moaned, “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop this from going further.”

“Who said I wanted you to stop?” Clark whispered.

Oliver took a few steps back and looked into his eyes. “Clark . . . you do realize what you’re saying?”

“I know what I’m saying,” Clark said, closing the distance between them. “I don’t want to stop. Don’t make me leave tonight.”

“But . . .” Oliver started to protest.

“I know, you’re leaving tomorrow,” Clark interrupted. “It doesn’t matter.” He wrapped his arms around Oliver. “I need this . . . we both need this.”

“Besides,” Clark added with a naughty grin, “You never made love to me.”

Oliver frowned and tilted his head. “You slept with Kal,” Clark added, “But never me.”

“Well then,” Oliver said, “We’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we?” Their lips met again and slowly, they made their way to Oliver’s bedroom.

Unlike the last time, they didn’t rush a thing, both trying to savor every moment, taking the time to explore every inch of each other’s bodies. Clark knew that this could end up being the biggest mistake he’d ever make but he needed this. If he couldn’t keep Oliver, he had to be with him one last time before they were forced to part.

He was nervous, especially without the red k in his blood this time around, but Oliver was perfect, letting Clark set the pace.

Once he was comfortable, it was easy to let go of his anxieties and let his desire for Oliver take over.

And as he laid in Oliver’s bed hours later, the blonde fast asleep in his arms, Clark was content. Soon he would have to say goodbye but for now, he had Oliver and was going to savor the moment while it lasted.

Chapter 23
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: never say goodbye

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