Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, Lollie mentions of past Lexana & Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: season 7
Summary: Oliver returns to Metropolis on business. Clark’s depressed over Lana’s death. An unexpected encounter leads them to a friends with benefits situation, neither willing to get into a real relationship.
Clark stared. Oliver Queen was standing in his loft. He blinked once . . . twice. Nope, he was still there. Except for the occasional phone call, the two of them hadn’t been in touch since Oliver left with his team.
The times they had talked were strictly about business and even then, the last phone call had been a few months ago. Before the whole Bizarro situation.
Yet here he was, standing in Clark’s loft, like he never left. Intense brown eyes were gazing at him and for a second, Clark could not come up with an appropriate greeting.
Wait a second, he thought, this is Oliver. What’s wrong with you? But he could not help but notice how good Oliver looked. In a simple long sleeved black shirt and a pair of faded jeans, he was as handsome as ever.
Handsome? Now he knew he was going nuts. He really did need to get out more. But he wasn’t given the chance to question his thoughts.
“Clark?” Oliver said, his expression turning concerned, “You still there?”
“Yeah,” Clark said quickly, “I’m here. Sorry . . . hi.”
“Hi,” Oliver replied with a grin.
“I was just . . . surprised to see you,” Clark confessed. He scooted over on the couch. “Have a seat.”
“Thanks,” Oliver said, taking the seat that Kara recently occupied. “Actually, I was in Metropolis on business and I came to see how you were doing.”
“Business?” Clark repeated, unsure of what he meant by the word.
“Queen Industries business,” Oliver added, with a grin. “I’m taking a break from . . . my other job. The rest of them are God knows where.”
Clark grinned. It was nice to see Oliver again. Despite all their arguments and their differences in ideology, he considered the older man to be a friend.
“So how have you been Clark?” Oliver asked.
“I’ve been pretty good,” Clark answered, not completely lying.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Really? From what I heard, you’ve had a crazy past couple of months.”
So Oliver did know what had happened in Smallville while he was gone. Clark didn’t know how much he knew.
“And where did you hear this?” Clark questioned.
“From Bart,” Oliver replied. “Before we all split up, he said that he contacted Chloe, who filled him in.”
Clark vaguely remembered Chloe saying she talked to Bart but he had quickly forgotten. Of course Bart would’ve told the rest of the team.
“I’m sorry about Lana, Clark,” Oliver said softly.
“It’s okay,” Clark responded with a weak smile. “I mean, her death is not okay. But I am . . . or I will be.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Oliver said. “You’re strong.” Green eyes met brown and Clark realized Oliver meant everything he said. There was a silence that followed, neither knowing what to say.
Clark broke the silence, standing up. “I’m being a terrible host. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
Oliver shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.” He patted the seat. “Sit down Clark.” Clark did as Oliver told.
“How much do you know?” he asked. Sensing Oliver’s confusion, he continued. “About what happened. How much did Bart tell you?”
Oliver bit his lip. “I know that Lana died and Lex was the main suspect but he escaped a jail term because of a lack of evidence.” At this Oliver rolled his eyes. Both knew that if Lex was behind this, no evidence would’ve ever seen the light of day. “I know that there was some kind of monster that you were fighting. I know Lois almost died and Chloe saved her life and almost died in the process. I know Chloe has some kind of meteorite power.” He paused and the concern in his voice was unmistakable as he continued. “I know you almost died. But that’s all I know.”
“You know more than I expected,” Clark told him.
“But not enough,” Oliver countered. “Clark, I was worried about you. I wish you would’ve called to tell us you were okay instead of hearing it from Bart.”
Clark felt a twinge of guilt at the genuine concern in Ollie’s tone. He hadn’t even considered calling Oliver.
“I’m sorry,” Clark couldn’t resist saying. “Things were just so hectic around here . . .”
“Don’t apologize,” Oliver commanded. “You don’t owe anyone, least of all me, an apology. I just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you . . . nothing else.”
Why did Clark’s heart flutter at the idea of being in Oliver’s thoughts? It was ridiculous but being around him like this was almost similar to how he felt . . . his thoughts trailed off. Clark had to hold in a gasp. How he felt . . . how he felt when he used to be around Lana. Minus the whole getting sick because of her kryptonite necklace, of course.
He tried to focus on Oliver instead. “So do you want me to fill in the blanks?” There were very few people he would trust with his secrets but for some reason, Oliver made him want to open up. There was just something about him.
“If you are willing to tell me,” Oliver said, “I would love to hear it. But they’re your secrets Clark . . . I won’t force them out of you.”
And he had never in his life gotten a response like that. He was used to the guilt trips or the demands for the truth but Oliver was the first person to point out they were his secrets. Clark didn’t owe anyone his secrets and sometimes, he wanted to tell Lana and Lex that but wasn’t brave enough.
Yet the one person who didn’t want his secrets was the one that he wanted to tell. Ironies of life indeed.
“No, I trust you,” Clark said, surprised that he said that aloud and even more surprised that he actually meant it.
Oliver listened patiently as he explained what had been going on over the past couple of months. He left out the parts about Kara and J’onn and was vague with the details on how he defeated the Phantom. Fortunately, Oliver didn’t notice him filtering the story as he told it.
Though Oliver already knew about Clark being an alien, he didn’t understand the whole story behind the Zoners. The truth had slipped over the phone of all places, when Oliver gave him a tip that led him to finding a Zoner. Clark gave him the barest details- his origins, his arrival and the powers he possessed but nothing more. And Oliver never asked.
When Clark finished the story, he looked at Oliver, who had a thoughtful look on his face. But one look into those brown eyes and he saw fear. Fear? For Clark?
“The last time I was here, I asked you why you weren’t doing anything about 33.1,” Oliver said slowly, “And you said you had a more important problem to deal with.”
Clark nodded. He remembered that conversation. It was right after Clark found out Bart was working with Oliver.
“These . . . these Phantoms,” Oliver continued, “They’re the problem, right?” Clark didn’t answer but Oliver took his silence as agreement. Oliver bit his lip, and Clark could tell that he wanted to say something but was holding back.
“Oliver?” Clark asked, “Do you have a question?” Oliver hesitated and Clark smiled. “You can ask. If I can’t say, I will tell you. But there’s no harm in asking.”
“Do all of these Phantoms want to kill you?” Oliver blurted out and immediately blushed. It was a different look on him but it was . . . cute.
Shut up, he told himself. This was getting ridiculous. Besides, he had a question to answer. Not one that he had expected and part of him wanted to know why Oliver asked it in the first place.
Clark sighed. “Yes, they do. My biological father was the ruler of Krypton and he was the one who banished them to the Phantom Zone. He is no longer alive for them to seek their revenge but I am. Therefore, they directed their hatred toward me. Can’t kill him, so they want to kill his only son.”
Oliver was silent, which made Clark look at him and he was astonished to see the blonde looking guilty.
“Oliver?” he asked gently.
“I pressured you,” Oliver said, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t understand when you said there was something else you were focusing on.”
Oh Oliver, Clark thought. “It’s not like I offered an explanation . . . we both said things we didn’t mean that day.”
“I guess you’re right,” Oliver said reluctantly.
“Besides, I know you just wanted me to use my powers to help the world,” Clark added. “There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact . . . I appreciate it.”
“You do?” Oliver asked, surprised.
“All my life I’ve been told to hide my abilities,” Clark confessed. “My parents were worried for my safety and as a child, they were always saying how I have to be careful. If someone were to find out, they could take me away . . . put me in a lab. It’s my biggest fear.”
“They told you this as a child?” Oliver interrupted, horrified. “That’s not right!”
“They were just trying to protect me!” Clark exclaimed defensively. He saw Oliver’s incredulous expression and frowned.
“I’m not criticizing your parents,” Oliver told him. “It’s just . . . you were a kid. You shouldn’t have had to be worried about things like being locked up in a lab.”
“Ollie,” Clark said, “I had a good childhood. Normal children also aren’t able to pick up a tractor by the age of 5. My parents were worried, with good reason. I guess at times I resented them . . . for putting all these fears into me. For making me so afraid to tell the people closest to me the truth. Afraid of the consequences if my secret ever got out.”
“Well you don’t have to be afraid of me knowing,” Oliver declared, “I won’t tell a soul . . . I promise.”
“I know Ollie,” Clark said. Wanting to talk about happier topics, he asked, “How long are you going to be around?”
“For a little while,” Oliver replied. “Speaking of which, I should get going. I have to settle back in.” He stood up and Clark stood up too.
“Thanks for stopping by,” Clark said. “It was nice to see you.”
“Yeah, I’ll call you sometime and maybe we can hang out,” Oliver offered. “You know, when you’re not busy with classes.”
Clark smiled. “That sounds good. I live in Metropolis now so it will be closer.”
“Dorms?” Oliver asked. Clark shook his head and realized his living situation hadn’t come up during their conversation.
“I’m actually sharing an apartment with Lois and Chloe,” Clark admitted.
“And both you and Lois are still alive?” Oliver joked.
Clark laughed. “Surprisingly, yes.”
“I’ll have to stop by sometime then,” Oliver said.
“You should,” Clark responded.
“Then I will,” Oliver said and started to head down the stairs. “Bye Clark.”
“Bye Oliver,” Clark replied, watching as Oliver exited the barn.
When he heard Oliver’s engine and the car disappearing, he sat down again. It was nice to see Oliver again . . . and it would be cool if they could hang out. As for whatever else he was feeling or he thought he was feeling . . . he could ignore it. For now at least.
Oliver too was happy to be back in Metropolis. As he drove back to his penthouse, he was grinning. He didn’t know what possessed him to go see Clark first but he was glad that he did. Part of him was still in shock that Clark had spilled as much as he did.
Never had he seemed to be the open type but now Ollie knew why. Having acquaintances like that nosy bastard Luthor is enough to get anyone paranoid. Especially someone who has as many secrets as Clark. God knows that if Lex ever got a whiff of what Clark could do, he would be in a lab faster than he could say ‘alien’. But he was flattered that Clark trusted him enough to tell his secrets to.
When he had found out Clark was an alien all those months ago, he promised himself that he would never bring it up. Unless Clark offered any information on his own, he would not even talk about what had been shared over the phone. And after that phone call, he checked and made sure that nobody found out about it. In twenty minutes, Oliver Queen had joined the Clark Kent Club of Secret Keepers- became one of the few guardians of the most important secret that he had ever been entrusted with.
Truth be told, he had come to Metropolis for business but he had also come to see whether Clark was ready to join the league. Whether he had taken care of whatever problem he had been previously mentioning. Now that he knew what the problem was, he realized that Clark might not be joining them anytime soon.
Nothing wrong with that, Oliver thought. Inside Clark was a hero waiting to come out. The way he protected the planet from those Phantoms and whatever else threatened what and who he held dear proved that Clark wanted to save people. It was only a matter of time before he would want to take his powers to a more global scale.
When he was ready, Oliver would be there. He would teach him what it was to have an alter ego and guide him until he was ready to show himself to the world.
Oliver sometimes pondered why he was so obsessed with Clark. Something about him . . . something about him just caught Oliver’s attention. Even from day one, when he met that fateful night through Lois, he knew that this was no ordinary farm boy. Meeting him again when he was disguised as the Green Arrow just proved that theory.
At first, he used to be frustrated with Clark . . . the man had all these amazing abilities and didn’t use them. He had to admit he had been slightly jealous too. Which was why he had resorted to the healing drug. But even as he lashed out at Clark and changed into someone he wasn’t due to the drug’s side effects, Clark didn’t walk away.
That was when he learned about the true strength within Clark. It wasn’t his ability to bounce bullets off his chest or shoot fire from his eyes. It was his love for the people around him and his belief that there was a goodness existing in every person. It was his ability to forgive and his huge heart. And somewhere along the way, Oliver found himself admiring Clark.
Maybe that was why he felt threatened about Lois and Clark’s relationship. Why he was so hurt when he saw Lois kiss the Green Arrow . . . because from day one he wondered if there was something else between the two. Something under the fights and the teasing . . . was he the only one who could see the chemistry?
He realized he was home and for once, was relieved to see the penthouse. Upon entering, he quickly made his way to the balcony. It was always a good place to think. Oliver had a good view of all of Metropolis and now he was silently watching the loud noises of the city the bustling streets.
Oliver looked at all the apartment complexes nearby and wondered which one Clark, Lois and Chloe resided in. He wasn’t pretty close to Metropolis University so their apartment too should be somewhat nearby.
He was also nearby the Daily Planet, where Lois was now working. Oliver saw one of her articles published about a month ago and had been impressed. Even when she was writing degrading articles about his alter ego in the Inquisitor, he thought she had a flair for writing.
Lois . . . it all came back to her somehow. He could still remember her cute smile, her smirk when she was being smug, and the dedication with which she pursued a story. Being with her had been wonderful. For the first time in his life, he was in love.
But even then he couldn’t tell her everything. Duty pulled him away from her every night and each time he put on the Green Arrow costume, he wondered whether he would live to see another day. Eventually, she got sick of his secrets. At least he managed to stop her from finding out the truth about his alter ego.
Of course, it also resulted in that kiss between Clark and her. Who apparently could give him lessons in kissing. His ego was seriously bruised. Nobody brought up that kiss . . . he didn’t talk about with Lois and Clark definitely didn’t mention it.
But it was him that she stayed with. However, their relationship hadn’t lasted much longer. One broken promise too many and she was gone from his life. His alter ego and need to save the world had come before her and though she didn’t know to what their relationship was second to, she wouldn’t take it.
She deserved to be first and they both knew that. So when she walked out of the door, he didn’t stop her. And he still regretted it. Months after their breakup, he still thought of her. He didn’t dare ask Clark about her during their many phone calls. Clark predicted he would break her heart and he had. Oliver wasn’t brave enough to find out what was going on with her . . . only prayed every day that she was doing okay.
Now he was back and he had to see her. No doubt she wouldn’t be thrilled to see him but he could at least try. He had spent too long wondering what would’ve happened if they had stayed together . . . if he had told her the truth about himself. In his life, he didn’t have many regrets. Granted he wasn’t proud of the person that he used to be in high school, the boy that picked on Lex and many others. But he’d liked to think that wasn’t him anymore. He had changed . . . he was saving lives. It didn’t do much for his past guilt but the fact that he learned from his mistakes partially made up for them.
But Lois . . . she was his biggest “what if” . . . he wanted . . . no, he need to know. If there was still a chance for them, he would tell her everything. If there was even the slightest feelings on her part for him, he would do everything to win her back.
Now he just had to gather up the courage to go see her. That would be the hardest part. Because for the first time in his life, Oliver Queen was scared.
What was that Spanish phrase? Qué sera sera? Whatever will be will be? Hopefully, whatever was in store for him was a happy ending.