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
He was running, running as fast as he could and within minutes, he was back in his barn. He headed straight to his loft, dejected, not wanting to face his mom and have to explain the tears. Sitting on the couch, he let his tears out. Clark wasn’t the type to cry . . . in fact, he hardly did it. But he couldn’t help himself. He and Oliver were over. There was no way they could be together after this. His cell phone was ringing . . . he didn’t need to look at the caller id to know it was Oliver. But he didn’t pick up. He couldn’t talk to Oliver, wouldn’t be able to bear the pity in his voice. The phone stopped ringing . . . it was probably going to voicemail. Clark was grateful Oliver hadn’t avoided calling his home number. The last thing he wanted was his mother picking up and getting in between. Oliver seemed to understand that.
That didn’t stop him from calling repeatedly. His mother had to go to some party but she had left dinner for him. At least he could eat alone and avoid questions. Alone . . . he was alone again. Why had he told Oliver he was in love with him? The truth about his origins would’ve worked for now. The declaration of love could’ve been saved until their relationship was back on its feet.
But no, he had to go and shoot his big mouth off. The rest of the night seemed to go by in slow motion. Clark had dinner and went straight to bed. Sleeping was hard enough but when he got to sleep, all he dreamt of was Oliver. Oliver with other women, Oliver with other men. All mocking him.
His mom was gone when he woke up. She would be in Metropolis all day. Well, that is what her note said. The morning went by smoothly. Chores took up a long time and by the time he was ready, it was almost noon. He had managed to keep his mind off Oliver. That was until he heard the roar of an engine. It was one of Oliver’s cars. Part of him wanted to run- there would be no way Oliver could catch up to him. But he decided to get the inevitable over with.
Footsteps were approaching fast. He still had time to go. The knock at the kitchen door. He didn’t have to answer. Pretend he wasn’t home. The twisting of the doorknob, to test if it was open. Why didn’t he lock the door? And why wasn’t he running? Was there kryptonite around? That could be the only reason why he felt so nauseous and unable to move. The door opened and he was face to face with the man who encompassed his dreams.
Oliver looked amazed that he was home and quickly shut the door behind him, as if afraid he would take off again. Then again, if Clark really wanted to go, he’d be gone. He observed Oliver silently. From the look of him, he hadn’t gotten much sleep either. Dark circles were under his eyes and his whole posture screamed tired.
“I called you.” That was the first words out of his mouth. “I called you several times, in fact.”
“I know.” Words were left unspoken but the message was conveyed.
“We need to talk,” Oliver said.
“I don’t think there’s anything left to be said.” Clark had put his heart on the line once and gotten hurt. No way was he going to do that again.
“You didn’t let me speak,” Oliver murmured. “You said that we were going to talk. You left before I could say anything.” He had a point. Damn. Oh well, Oliver was probably here to dump him.
“Okay,” Clark agreed. “Then say what you have to say.”
Oliver looked sad. “Clark . . .”
Clark interrupted him. “It’s okay Ollie. I understand. You want to end it; you don’t have to say it . . .”
But he was cut off by Oliver’s lips on his, hot, possessive. And God, it had been so long since he had this that he just let himself melt into the kiss. Consequences be damned. If it were to end, at least he would have the memory of this kiss to live by.
Oliver pulled away suddenly and glared at him. “I’m NOT going to break up with you. Get that through your head. I’ve waited too long to be with you and if you think I’m going to give you up now, you’re out of your freakin’ mind.” How was he supposed to argue with that?
“Oh.” Was that the best he could come up with? His brain was barely working, what with Oliver practically growling at him.
At his confusion, Oliver softened. He put his arms around Clark. “I want to see you tonight.”
“What do you mean?” Clark was even more confused. Weren’t they seeing each other right now?
“A date, Clark,” Oliver said, chuckling. “I know it’s been a while since we had one but certainly you couldn’t have forgotten.”
“You want to go out on a date,” Clark repeated.
“Yes,” Oliver said, “I’ll pick you up at 5. Dress code is formal.” Clark could just nod. Oliver kissed him again, this time it was sweeter. “I promise I will make this up to you.” And with that, he left.
Make it up to him? What was Oliver talking about? Part of Clark was relieved when he realized Oliver didn’t want to break up but he really didn’t know what to expect. A date . . . it had been a while since they had been on an actual date. They had made plans for dates recently but with their fighting, they never had a complete one. Somebody always left.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Could they really start over? Hope filled Clark’s heart. Please, he prayed silently, let Oliver want everything to work out too.
5 . . . that was only 4 ½ hours away. Clark had lunch and took another shower. Standing in his towel, he frowned. Now what was he going to wear? Formal? His eyes fell on an outfit he decided was okay. Dark pants, a gray pinstripe, long sleeved shirt and a dark gray jacket. He laid them out on his bed and headed to his dresser. Pulling out a bottle of hair gel that Chloe had insisted he buy one time (much to his protest), he glanced in the mirror at his hair. Squeezing a generous dollop from the bottle, he styled his hair so that it was curly.
Then he got dressed. Glancing at the mirror, he smiled. Not bad, not bad at all. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was only 4. A whole hour? His nerves were already on the edge. He got out a nice pair of socks and his dress shoes, just to get them ready. To pass the time, he browsed on his computer, answered a few e-mails, from Bart who was concerned about the status of his and Ollie’s relationship to Chloe who claimed she hadn’t seen him in a while.
It was 4:45 when the sound of an engine reached his ears. Eagerly, he put on his socks and shoes and had to stop himself from running downstairs. Be calm, Clark, he told himself. The doorbell rang and he smoothened his shirt and tried his best to look calm and collected as he answered the door.
Wow. Oliver looked . . . words could not describe his feelings right now. Dressed in all black, he was a sight for sore eyes. Oliver smiled and as his eyes traveled up and down his body appreciatively and Clark couldn’t help the shiver that ran through from the intensity of his stare.
“You look amazing,” Oliver said in a husky voice.
“You look pretty good yourself.” And boy was that an understatement.
Oliver held out his hand. “Ready to go?” Clark nods, and takes the offered hand. It was only then did he see the stretch limo sitting in his driveway and a man in a suit, presumably the driver, standing by the door.
“Oliver?” Clark asked, “What’s the occasion?”
“Happy 6 months,” Oliver whispered in his ear. Clark’s eyes widened. He totally forgot!
“I’ll be right back,” he said and super speeded to his room, found what he was looking for and ran back.
Oliver was gaping at him. Clark felt a twinge of pride. He loved impressing people with his abilities. Especially if that person was Oliver.
“We can go now,” Clark said, “Unless you would prefer to stand there and stare at me some more?”
Oliver laughed. “It seems I’ve rubbed off on you. Should I ask what you were in such a hurry to get?”
“Just something,” Clark said with a wave of his hand. Oliver smirked and opened the door for him, waving off the driver who seemed ready to do the same thing. Clark batted his eyelashes, as he slid inside. “What a gentleman.”
“Yeah, yeah farm boy,” Oliver teased, coming in right after him. “Just keep laughing.” Clark felt at ease. He was so nervous before but now it was as if all the fights never happened. It was like their first date all over again.
“Where exactly are we going?” Clark asked.
“It’s a surprise,” Oliver answered with a mysterious smile. “Just relax. It’ll be a while before we get there. That’s why I wanted to leave early.” Oliver scooted over to him, so they were sitting extremely close. “In fact,” Oliver purred. “I think we should find ways to entertain ourselves for the ride.” Then Oliver was kissing him and Clark was kissing him back. He couldn’t fully enjoy the kiss, because a worry kept coming back into his head.
So he reluctantly pulled away. “Clark,” Oliver groaned. He tried to kiss him again but Clark was quick to put some distance between them. Oliver gave up and looked at him expectantly.
“Ollie,” he said, “I want to know . . . after last night, are we okay? I mean, are you okay? You know, with me being . . .” He didn’t finish the sentence.
“It doesn’t matter,” Oliver interrupted. “I mean, it does matter because it’s a part of who you are but it is not all you are. I’m not freaked out. I’m,” his voice choked. “I’m honored that you trusted me with your deepest secret and I promise that I will never tell anyone else as long as I live. You have to believe me.” In a second Clark was by his side again, kissing him, reassuring him the best way that he knew.
When they (or at least Oliver) had to come up for air, Clark cupped Oliver’s face and stared into his eyes lovingly. “I know you won’t tell. I never doubted that for a second. The only thing I was worried about was you thinking I’m a freak, and not wanting to have anything to do with me anymore.” Oliver opened his mouth to protest but Clark just kissed him again. “I know, you don’t think that. But that’s what I thought.” He smiled wryly. “I guess you can say love makes me quite irrational.”
Oliver just smiled, eyes full of adoration. He recognized that they were avoiding the last statement and Clark was not brave enough to bring it up. But for now, they could skip it. They’d talk about it later. He’d been given a second chance and this time he was not going to screw it up.
A/N: see, hopefully the urges to kill me has know died? :D sorry, no more updates today. now i have some writing to do. ;)