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Final Chapter!!!

All stories must come to an end eventually and mine is no exception. So this is the final chapter! I'd like to thank everyone who has been reading and all of you to took the time to review. Your kind words always made my day and I really appreciated you sticking with me on this one. I can hardly believe at one point I thought of not writing this story.

And I would like to thank boltgirl426  for being the best beta in the entire world and always encouraging me to write, even when I had my doubts. This story wouldn't have even been up if it was not for her!

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 23

He dozed off but he only slept for a couple hours before he woke up again. Glancing at the clock and back at Oliver, he was struck with an idea.

Clark shook the blonde gently. “Hey Oliver,” he said softly.

Oliver moaned in protest and snuggled into Clark’s chest. “Oh Oliver,” he said again, not giving up.

He finally woke up and looked at Clark. “What Clark?”

“You awake?” Clark asked.

“I am now,” Oliver groaned, “What time is it?”

“5:45,” he replied promptly. At this, Oliver glared at him.

“Wake me up in a couple of hours,” he said and closed his eyes.

“You have to wake up now,” Clark insisted.

Realizing Clark wasn’t going to give up, Oliver sighed and opened his eyes again.

“Please tell me you have a good reason for waking me up at this godforsaken hour,” Oliver grumbled.

Clark had gotten out of bed and was in the process of putting his clothes back on. “Come on, get up.”

“Clark, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Oliver said, “It’s so early and you wore me out last night.”

He grinned. “Thanks for the compliment, but let’s go! We have places to be.”

Oliver didn’t look pleased but rolled out of bed anyway. He slowly put on his clothes. “Okay, let me go freshen up.”

“No time for that,” Clark insisted, “We have to go now.”

Clark made his way out of the bedroom and heard Oliver following him.

“Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?” Oliver questioned.

Clark stopped briefly and winked. “Nope, it’s a surprise.” He reached the balcony and stepped outside.

“Clark,” Oliver complained, “It’s cold out there.”

“Take a jacket,” Clark said and waited a few moments as Oliver disappeared and came back, now with a jacket on.

Oliver looked around. “What’s the surprise?”

In one swift move, Clark pulled Oliver into his arms. “You’ll see.” With a grin, he added, “Hold on.”

“Clark what . . .” Oliver started but trailed off when he looked down and found that they were off the ground.

“Oh my God,” Oliver breathed as the two of them took off into the air. Clark smiled as Oliver tightened his hold on him and looked around in amazement.

He reached his destination, the top of the Daily Planet Globe.

“Clark,” Oliver said softly, “You can fly! I thought you said you were afraid of heights.”

“I got over it,” Clark said. “You’re the only person I’ve ever told about my fear of heights and I wanted you to be the first to know when I got over it. I figured what better what then to show you?”

He was silenced with a pair of soft lips on his. “Thank you,” Oliver said, pulling away, “Thank you for sharing this with me. This was a great surprise.”

“Surprise isn’t over yet,” Clark told him and he looked at him. “Tell me, Mr. Queen, have you ever seen the sun rise?”

Oliver opened his mouth to say something but his eyes followed the path where Clark was pointing and he understood why Clark was so intent on dragging him up so early.

The sun was slowly coming out, brightening the dark sky with shades of yellow and orange. Clark felt pleased at the look of awe that was on Oliver’s face.

“Beautiful,” Oliver said softly. He rested his head on Clark’s shoulder and the two of them watched as the sun rose over Metropolis quietly.

Afterwards, Clark flew them both back to the penthouse. Landing carefully in the balcony, they reentered and Clark shot Oliver a grin.

“Now wasn’t that worth waking up for?” Clark teased.

“Definitely worth it,” Oliver agreed. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Clark said. They stood in silence, neither knowing what to say.

“I should be getting back to the farm,” Clark said, “I don’t want the others to wake up and worry.”

“As long there is food around, Bart won’t care,” Oliver joked.

Clark cracked a smile. “When do you have to leave?” he asked.

Oliver swallowed hard, all signs of happiness gone. “In a couple of hours.”

“I should let you get packed and everything then,” Clark said, trying his best to keep his voice calm. It wasn’t easy though.

“Clark,” Oliver started to say but was cut off when Clark pressed his lips on Oliver’s.

“Don’t say it,” Clark told him. “We promised we’d never say it.”

“Don’t say what?” Oliver asked.

“Goodbye,” Clark said, “We promised not to say goodbye.”

“Never say goodbye,” Oliver remembered, with a fond smile. “Then I suppose this is farewell.”

Clark nodded. “Be safe.”

“You too,” Oliver replied, “I don’t care what you call yourself, Clark or Kal, you’ll always be my Green Eyes.”

“And you’ll always be my Blondie,” Clark said, with a sad smile.

“Farewell Clark Kent,” Oliver said.

“Farewell Oliver Queen,” he said. “Ollie.” Oliver grinned at the nickname but even then, he could see the smile was forced, and he was unable to hide the devastation in his eyes.

With one last kiss, Clark left, not once looking back, knowing that if he saw Oliver, even for a moment, he would go back to him and never leave.

He returned to the farm with plenty of time to spare. Everyone was still asleep but it didn’t stay that way for long.

Soon, everyone was up and his mom cooked breakfast, only too happy to have so many people to cook for again.

Later, they were all sitting in the barn when Chloe showed up.

“Okay,” she was saying into her phone, “Thanks.” She hung up and looked at the group. “So the Daily Planet is running with the story that a gas explosion destroyed the ‘vacant’ Luthorcorp building down by the docks.”

“Vacant?” Clark repeated. “Looks like the Luthor cover-up machine is in full swing.”

“Well, at least we got Bart out before Lex ran him into an early grave,” Chloe said.

“Come on,” Bart protested. “No worries. I had plenty of juice left.”

“Could have fooled me,” Victor pointed out. “The way you cleaned out Mama Kent's fridge.”

“That's 'cause I like to stay fueled up,” Bart replied. In a quick flash, he was by Chloe side and gave her a flirty smile. “Just in case I need to, uh, spring into action.”

“I still have a boyfriend,” Chloe told him.

“Yeah. Well, a man can dream, can't he?” Bart joked, with a grin.

“Now you know why we call him Impulse,” A.C. chipped in.

“Impulse, Cyborg, Aquaman, Green Arrow,” Clark said. “What do you guys call your team?”

“I don't know,” Bart said excitedly, pacing the barn. “I've been thinking that we need something cool. We need something like, uh . . . like, uh . . .”

“I was thinking about something with the word ‘Justice’ in it,” a new voice interrupted. They looked up to see Oliver enter the barn. Clark’s heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. “After all, that's what Lex is going to get a big dose of. Victor and A.C. were able to hack into the 33.1 mainframe before we blew the building.”

“That was your other mission,” Chloe realized.

“Haven't met the computer yet I couldn't crack wide open,” Victor said.

“What did you guys find out?” Clark asked.

“That Lex isn't satisfied playing in his own backyard anymore,” A.C. replied.

“Luthorcorp is starting up divisions of 33.1 all across the globe,” Oliver informed him. “Wherever there's evidence of people with abilities, there'll be laboratories to do experiments on them.”

“We can’t let that happen,” Clark said immediately.

Oliver gave him a smile. “We won't,” he assured him and then addressed the trio. “Gentlemen, our first target is a large facility on the island of Corto Maltese. You guys know the drill. Wheels up in 30 minutes. Get your gear.”

They started to head for the exit and then turned back to look at Clark.

“You coming, amigo?” Bart asked.

“Yeah, you got to come with us man,” A.C. added.

“We could use the big guns,” Victor said.

Clark was flattered that they wanted him to go with them. He met Oliver’s gaze.

“They're right, you know,” Oliver said. “You'd be a major asset to the team.” He could see the hope in the brown eyes.

It was so tempting, to just drop everything and go with them. Join the team . . . they were doing so much good in the world and Clark would finally belong somewhere. And Oliver, he wouldn’t have to leave Oliver. But he knew that it wasn’t possible. They had a mission and so did he. For now, their destinies would take them down different paths.

“I want to be a part of this, guys. I really do,” Clark started.

“But?” Oliver said.

“That problem I told you about . . . the one that I caused,” Clark responded. “I have to take care of that first.”

The disappointment that he was feeling was reflected in Oliver’s eyes but the blonde took the news well.

“This isn't the end of the story, Clark,” Oliver said seriously, sticking out his hand. Clark shook it, even though he wanted nothing more than to pull him into his arms and kiss him. “This is just the beginning.” He nodded at Chloe. “Chloe.”

“Come on, boys,” Oliver said, as they left. “Let's go save the world.”

Clark and Chloe watched the four walk out. “You have some pretty amazing friends, Clark Kent,” Chloe said.

“Yeah,” he agreed and glanced at his best one. “I do.”

“So how do you feel?” Chloe asked gently, “He’s gone. The two of you seemed to be on good terms, considering.”

He gave her a smile and told her what happened the night before.

Chloe seemed amazed at the end of his tale. “You spent the night together and today, you watched the sun rise? Clark, how could you have let him walk out the door? It’s obvious you two love each other!”

“Chloe, he’s leaving,” Clark said, “And he’s not coming back anytime soon.”

“It’s called a long distance relationship,” Chloe exclaimed, “The two of you are meant to be together. If you wanted to see him, you could find him easily. Honestly, Clark, can you tell me you’ll ever love someone the way you love him?”

“No,” he said immediately, “I’ll never love someone the way I love him.”

“Then what are you standing here for?” Chloe said, “Go after him!”

“What if he doesn’t want a long distance relationship?” Clark asked, trying to find excuses. “He may not want to be tied down.”

“I think that he would be happy to have someone who wants him as much as you do, despite his constantly having to put himself in danger,” Chloe pointed out. “I think he’ll be too thrilled to have someone to come home to, especially when that someone is a man he loves so much.”

“Clark,” Chloe said, “He’s a loner by nature. Sure, he may be charismatic and always surrounded by people but that doesn’t mean he connects with anyone. I think it is a safe bet to assume he hasn’t connected with anyone since his parents died. You’re probably the first person to break through his barriers and I bet you he misses you already.”

“I don’t know, Chloe,” Clark said, but his resolve was dying.

“The reason he didn’t ask you for a long distance relationship,” Chloe said, “Is because he may be afraid of your rejection. He doesn’t want you to hold yourself back for him. I’m assuming he isn’t used to having people make sacrifices for him.”

“I wouldn’t consider it a sacrifice,” Clark said.

“But he doesn’t know that!” Chloe said, “And that’s what you have to go and tell him. If you love him, fight for him!” She took his hands in hers. “Show Oliver that there’s something worth coming back for.”

Her words hit him. “You’re right,” he said, “I have to go fight for him.” He was filled with a new determination. “I’m going after him.”

“Go Clark!” Chloe cheered. “Let me know how it goes.”

He gave her a quick hug. “Thanks, Chlo.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” she said, and then pushed him off. “Now go. You have plenty of time to thank me. He won’t be here for much longer.”

He nodded and said his goodbye. Clark was about to leave when he remembered something. Making a quick dash to his room, he searched his closet and found what he was looking for.

Then he was gone, hoping and praying that he wasn’t too late. He ended up at the airport with minutes to spare and made his way to the runway. Using his hearing, he managed to track Oliver’s heartbeat and his x-ray vision helped him find out which plane the group was on.

That plane being already on the move, making its way to the runway. A quick bout of superspeed and he put himself in the middle of the runway.

He met the pilot’s eyes and the man frowned, confused where he had come from. But he refused to move. The plane stopped and he could see the engine shut off.

The pilot was saying something and then the doors opened, a staircase appearing by its side. Oliver ran down and looked shocked to see Clark.

Clark closed the distance between them.

“Are you nuts?” Oliver demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“This,” Clark said and crushed his mouth on Oliver’s. He felt Oliver melt into the kiss and then he pulled away.

“I love you Oliver Queen,” he told him. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Oliver glanced at it and all color faded from his expression. Because in his hand was the paper that he had given him three years ago with his phone number and e-mail address on it.

“Clark,” he whispered, “You kept this.”

“I never forgot you,” Clark said, “Not really. Even then, I knew I was in love. I couldn’t bring myself to part with it . . . it was the only memory I had of you.”

Tears were filling those brown eyes. “Nobody compared to you,” Clark said, emotion laced in every word, “Nobody will ever compare to you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Oliver said, a tear falling from his eyes. Clark brushed it away, caressing the soft skin.

“But I have to go,” Oliver whispered.

“I know,” Clark said, “But I’d be okay with a long distance relationship if you are.”

“Clark, I can’t ask you to do that,” Oliver argued. “I can’t ask you to make that kind of sacrifice. You’re young, you need to explore your options.”

“You’re not asking me,” Clark said, “I’m offering. I don’t need to explore. I already know what I want. I want to be with you and if I only get to see you a couple of times of a year, I’ll be okay with it.” He grinned. “Besides, I can always find you if I have to.”

“Oh, can you now?” Oliver asked, putting his arms around Clark.

“I can follow your heartbeat,” Clark admitted, blushing.

“You know my heartbeat?” Oliver repeated, a dreamy look coming over his face.

“I know you,” Clark said seriously.

Oliver kissed him and at the same time, pressed the paper back into his hands.

“This time,” Oliver said, “I expect you to keep in touch. Don’t try to disappear again, Green Eyes. I know where you live.”

“Going to stalk me down?” Clark asked, feeling as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest in happiness. Oliver wanted him . . . he wanted to be with him.

“Oh you know it,” Oliver said softly before meeting his lips for another kiss.

But it was cheers and catcalls from three very familiar voices that broke them apart. They looked up to see Bart, A.C. and Victor grinning at them from the top of the steps.

“Woo hoo!” Bart exclaimed, “Go get him, amigo!” Then he started singing, “Clark and Oliver sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” He was stopped when Victor smacked him over the head.

Clark laughed and Oliver groaned. “I can’t believe I’m traveling with these dolts.”

“Have fun,” Clark teased.

“It’ll be worth it when I have you to come home to,” Oliver said. “But I really have to get going now.”

Reluctantly, Clark stepped out of his arms and nodded. “I’ll be here, waiting.”

“I know,” Oliver said and kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Clark replied.

“Never say goodbye?” Oliver joked.

“Never say goodbye,” Clark agreed. “See you soon, Blondie.”

“You can count on it Green Eyes,” Oliver replied, with a wink. “I will call when I land.” Clark nodded and watched Oliver reenter the plane.

Oliver waved from one of the windows and Clark waved back. He stood on the runway, watching the plane take off.

Only when the plane was out of sight did he leave, making his way back to the farm.

Oliver was gone, but he would be back. And Clark would wait, wait for however long it took. It would be worth it. Just to be wrapped up in that embrace again, to feel those wonderful lips on his, he would wait forever.

With Oliver, he had found his soul mate and as long as he had anything to say about it, they would never say goodbye.

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