Story: It’s Not Over (sequel to ‘Not Alone’; can be read as stand alone)
Pairing/Characters: Collie (aren’t you used to this by now?)
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Spoilers: through 6x14 “Trespass”, slight “Promise” spoilers (only that Lexana got married); “Freak” never happened in my world.
Summary: It took them long enough to get together. But that doesn’t mean the relationship will be perfect. Through the fights, the lies and the tears, will they stay together? SORRY, CRAP SUMMARY. Please read anyway. :D
Previous Chapters: Here
Clark had a lot of time to think on the ride home. Once he got there, he glanced at his watch. Oliver would probably be back at his penthouse by now. Taking the truck to Metropolis would take too long- he might as well run. Oliver already knew about the super speed. He glanced at his clothes . . . no, he definitely should change first.
Rummaging through his closet, Clark was at a loss. Then he grinned as he found what he was looking for. The black, short-sleeved button down shirt that he had worn for their first date. Maybe it would bring back memories of better days. He quickly changed and was out of the house.
Five minutes later, he was standing in front of Oliver’s penthouse. Be cool, Clark, he told himself. The elevator ride was the longest minute of his life. He pushed open the door and prayed for the best.
Oliver had clearly heard the elevator and had checked on his laptop to see who was coming because he didn’t look at all surprised to see him. Instead, he was leaning against his desk, looking at him expectedly.
“Clark.” God, he loved how that man said his name. He forced himself to stop a goofy grin from spreading. 14, 15 or 20, apparently the dorkiness didn’t wear off with age. Fortunately, Ollie found it appealing.
“Ollie,” Clark said. What to say now? “You left the Talon quickly.”
“Yeah, well, I figured Lex and Lana could keep you company,” Oliver said snidely. They had been too upset with each other for Clark to really observe him in the morning. But now that he did, he noticed Oliver was wearing a plain white suit and looked really good. Even when he was upset, he was good looking.
“I didn’t go there to see them,” Clark felt the need to clarify. “I went there to get a cup of coffee. They joined me.”
Oliver shrugged. “I don’t care who you hang out with, Clark. Let’s get down to why you are here.”
Tears prickled at the back of his eyes but he forced them down. “I didn’t realize I needed an excuse to see my boyfriend.”
“Considering this morning’s fight,” Oliver remarked, “You can’t blame me for being a little suspicious.” His eyes glanced at Clark’s shirt and there was a flicker of recognition, which transformed to warmth. It was gone in an instant.
“I wanted to talk,” Clark said, a pleading lilt to his voice. “Not argue, just talk.”
“Would this talking include you lying to me some more?” Oliver snapped. “Because, then, I don’t want to hear it.” This was not going to be easy. It was not an easy conversation already and Oliver was not willing to cooperate.
“No lies,” Clark promised. “I’ll tell you the truth - all of it.” Something in Oliver’s expression changed and his eyes seemed to soften. His tone stayed stiff.
“All right then,” Oliver said. “We’ll talk. But not standing here.” He turned on his heel and sat in his chair. He motioned for Clark to sit on the nearby couch. “Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
You could stop treating me like a business associate. But Clark didn’t say the words aloud. Instead, he shook his head and patted the seat next to him. “Sit here,” he requested. “When you’re over there, I feel like I’m being interviewed for a job.” Oliver looked surprised at the request. “Please?”
Oliver nodded warily and went to sit next to him near the couch. Clark swallowed at having him so close and not being able to touch him. How could he think for a minute that he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with this man? Even at his most intense moments with Lana or Chloe, he had never felt like this.
Rubbing his hands together, he took a deep breath. Where to start? Oliver clearly noticed his reluctance and misunderstood. Disappointment filled those dark eyes.
“Clark,” he started. “Maybe we should do this later . . .”
“No.” Clark was firm. “We have to do this now. I have to do this now. I don’t want to break up, Oliver.”
“We’re not breaking up,” Oliver said, sounding confused. “We had a fight . . .”
“We had another fight,” Clark corrected him. “All we ever do is fight. If we keep this up, how long before you put an end to this? So please, just let me explain.” All Oliver could do was nod. “I know you wonder why I keep refusing to have sex with you. I want to, Ollie, I really do. But . . . I’m scared. I’ve never had sex with another guy . . . and I don’t want to screw up with you. And I’m strong . . . I could hurt you. I’m so frightened of hurting you.” He was staring at the floor as he spoke, not able to watch Oliver so he didn’t see Oliver’s expression softening. Too caught up in his own headspace, he didn’t notice Oliver shifting closer and his eyes lighting up with warmth, the look he seemed to only reserve for Clark.
“I know you’ve seen me do all these powers,” Clark continued. “Super speed, heat vision, super strength . . . but you don’t know the least of it. I also have x-ray vision, super breath, which can also sometimes be so cold I could freeze stuff, and . . .,” here he hesitated for a moment. “I can fly.” He could feel Oliver’s shock but didn’t dwell on it. If he didn’t get this out now, he never would. “I’m an alien, Ollie,” he said, trying not to tremble. “My real name is Kal-El and I came from a planet called Krypton. My parents sent me here when our planet blew up and the meteor shower in ‘89 was just a cover up for my spaceship landing. The meteor rocks, which I call them kryptonite, I’m allergic to them. We figure they’re pieces of my home planet. The green weakens me, the red makes me lose my inhibitions, the silver makes me paranoid and not trust anyone and the black, well the black is for a variety of things. When someone is being possessed, it can be used to remove the invader. There may be other colors but I haven’t encountered any.”
Once he started, he found it was easier to go on. He mentioned his childhood, knowing he was always stronger and faster, about Lex hitting him with his car and Clark saving his life and that being the time where his parents finally admitted he was an alien. He winced as he remembered the hurt he felt when he found out his parents had been lying to him for twelve years. Cringed as he talked about his developing powers and how afraid he was that there may be more because with every power, he felt like more of a freak. Bit his lip to stop the tears when he talked about Pete and how he eventually left, Chloe and how she had him investigated, Lex and the room, Lana and how she died from his secret and how he changed time only to have his father die in her place.
When he finished, he was breathing hard and more afraid than he had ever been in his life. Because now Oliver had power over him. He could do to him whatever he wished. He knew Clark’s secret, his weaknesses and Clark hadn’t even confessed his love yet. He forced himself to meet Oliver’s gaze and found a conflict of emotions on Oliver’s face.
“Why?” Oliver asked hoarsely, “Why tell me now?”
“Because,” Clark replied promptly, “If I didn’t tell you now, I know I would lose you. And I can’t bear to lose you.” He took a deep breath. “I can’t bear to lose you, because . . . because I’m in love with you.” Oliver’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I love you, Oliver Jonas Queen.” Now Oliver was just staring at him. And oh god, did he make a mistake? Could Oliver really not have feelings for him?
A minute passed and still there was silence. How humiliating. Clark felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Oliver didn’t love him. He stood up quickly. The tears he tried so hard to fight were filling his eyes quickly and when the first tear fell, Oliver seemed to snap back to reality.
“Clark,” he started but it was too late. Clark was gone.
A/N I know, I'm evil for leaving a cliff hanger like that. :D Next chapter will be happier; I promise. :)