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Forever May Not Be Long Enough Chapter 3

Thanks to everyone who has read the story and reviewed so far! I'm really thrilled that you're enjoying it! I hope you like this next chapter as well. Let me know! :)

Story: Forever May Not Be Long Enough
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, mentions of past Clana, Lexana & Lollie
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: season 7 (parts of it is true, others I made up)
Summary: After graduation, Clark knows he needs to go for his training and it causes him to make some tough choices.

Chapter 3

The next couple of days went by quickly. Graduation practice was boring but he managed to get through it. The real graduation would be exciting though. He was nervous too but knowing that Oliver was in the crowd, cheering for him, eased his anxieties.

Graduating college was a big step. He’d be entering the workforce and be trying to get a job. He had done summer internships at the Planet and now that Perry White was the editor-in-chief, he hoped he could get swing a job there.

Not that he’d actually mentioned any of this to Oliver. In fact, he and Oliver had just been enjoying each other’s company, and catching up on the past couple of weeks that talks about the future hadn’t even come up.

He really hoped that Oliver didn’t expect him to go to Star City with him, but then again Oliver definitely couldn’t stay in Metropolis either. Star City was his home and it would be selfish of Clark to ask him to move.

Those worries made him even more tense but he tried his best to concentrate on the moment. His mother flew in on Friday afternoon. Both Oliver and Clark had dinner with her at the farm that evening.

Saturday was graduation, and despite Clark freaking out, everything went just fine. The thrill of going on stage to receive his diploma was one he couldn't describe. Even the fact that his "real" diploma wouldn't get to him for a few weeks did nothing to hamper the moment. It was just a nice feeling to have an incident free graduation. Clark's thoughts had strayed to his high school graduation and the meteor shower, but left just as quickly as he glanced into the audience and saw his mother and Ollie's proud faces.

Sitting together, they both smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back. He had put that joy on their faces and that made his day even better. Because he wanted to make them proud. They both meant so much to him and he didn’t know what he would do without either one of them.

Afterwards the field became a zoo. Inwardly he was thankful for the outdoor graduation, but the mess of people all looking for their friends and relatives was overwhelming. Grateful for his powers, Clark used them to locate his mother and Oliver.

Immediately after he found them, his mother engulfed him in a strong hug.

“Congratulations sweetie,” she said, when she pulled away. “I’m so proud of you."

“Thanks mom,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I couldn’t have done it without you."

Behind her, Oliver gave him a wink and Clark grinned back.

Oliver put a hand on his shoulder. “Congrats, Clark."

“Thanks Ollie,” Clark replied, “I’m really glad you made it."

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Oliver proclaimed with a smile. The hand on the shoulder was as close as they were going to get now. Between his mother and the huge crowd, Clark knew it was not the time and place for a PDA. Anyway, he was sure that Oliver would more than make up for it later on, when they were alone.

They were all chatting when Chloe and her dad found them. Clark exchanged greetings with Gabe and accepted his congrats while Chloe spoke with his mom and Oliver.

Eventually they all parted ways with Clark, Oliver and his mother heading out for lunch. There was going to be a formal graduation party the next day, which he wasn't too keen on, but his mom really wanted to have one. A joint party seemed the only easy way for Clark, Chloe and Lois to appease their parents . . . so that's what they decided to do.

Today would be the day for spending time with loved ones. Clark didn’t see both his mom and Oliver as much as he would like so he was going to take advantage of the time he had.

They spent the day together and his mom made them dinner. When he or Oliver offered to help, they were shooed away.

So Oliver and he retreated to his loft to spend some much needed time alone. Somehow, Clark managed to keep his hands off Oliver because the last thing he wanted was to explain to his mother their disheveled appearance.

Thus, they stuck to talking, with light kisses in between. It would be good enough for now.

“You did good . . . didn’t trip or anything,” Oliver said softly, as they relaxed on the couch. The couch that had been there for years but somehow remained as comfortable as when they first bought it. Clark didn’t see himself replacing it anytime soon; it contained too many too memories.

“I knew you were watching me,” Clark replied, squeezing his hand gently. “I wanted to make you proud.

“I’m always proud of you,” Oliver told him, his eyes shining with adoration.

“I love you,” Clark said. He knew Oliver knew it but he just had to say it.

“I love you too,” Oliver said. And he definitely never got tired of hearing it.

“I know,” Clark said smugly. Oliver raised an eyebrow.

“You do, do you?” Oliver asked, pulling him closer.

“Of course,” Clark continued with a smirk, “How could you not?”

“It seems I’m rubbing off on you,” Oliver whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

“In more ways than one,” Clark agreed before meeting Oliver’s lips.

His mom’s voice broke them apart. “Boys! Dinner’s ready.”

Clark tugged on Ollie’s hand and they headed for the steps. “Come on,” he said, “Dinner is waiting.”

Oliver laughed. “I will always come second to the food, won’t I?”

“Most of the time, no,” Clark said, “But it’s mom’s cooking . . . so I’m not so sure.” He gave him a grin to let him know he was just teasing.

“Oh really?” Oliver asked, taking a few steps toward him.

Clark gave him another grin and ran down the steps, Ollie close at his heels. It would be easier to use his super speed and be gone in a blast but this was much more fun.

He sped into the house and quickly ran behind his mother.

“You know that’s not the smartest plan,” Oliver pointed out, “I can still see you.”

“Protect me, mom,” Clark said. Martha laughed at their childish tactics.

“Martha,” Oliver said in a sweet voice, “Would you please move?”

“Of course Ollie,” Martha replied and stepped out of the way. “He’s all yours.”

Clark feigned a hurt expression. “Betrayed by my own mother . . . what has the world come to?”

“It’s okay, Clark,” Oliver said, making his way to him and putting an arm around his shoulders. “I still love you.”

“That makes one person,” Clark said, pouting.

“How did you deal with him?” Oliver asked, directing the question to Martha.

“Somehow,” Martha said, sighing dramatically, “I managed.”

“You know,” Clark interrupted, “not feeling the love here.”

“What’s your point?” Oliver asked.

He tried to glare but ended up laughing. Oliver and Martha joined him.

They had a very pleasant conversation over dinner and Clark almost burst into a happy dance when he saw that his mom made pie. Both his mom and Oliver burst into laughter at his excitement.

Clark was willing to stay at the farm overnight but his mom practically pushed him and Oliver out of the door. With a wink and a laugh, she said they needed some time alone. He was positive he never turned that red in his entire life. Oliver had a good laugh at his expense.

Knowing that he would see her at the party the following day, Clark left with Ollie, both heading back to Oliver’s penthouse. Where there was no talking for the next couple of hours.

Later, as they were lying in bed, Clark stared at the ceiling, a small smile on his face.

“What are you thinking about?” Oliver asked, nudging him gently. Clark shifted slightly, green eyes meeting brown.

“Just . . . how happy I am,” Clark confessed, caressing Oliver’s face. “I just can’t believe I am done with school . . .”

“It must be a little scary,” Oliver stated.

“It is,” Clark said, “But I’m not too afraid . . . as long as I’m with you, I don’t think I’m afraid of anything.”

“Come here,” Oliver said softly, and pulled Clark so he was lying on top of Oliver. “You will always have me. And as long as we’re together, you don’t need to be afraid of anything because I will be here to protect you.”

“I love you,” Clark murmured, eyes closing, sleepiness finally overtaking him.

“I love you too,” Oliver said, planting a kiss to his forehead. “But sleep now. Good night Clark.”

“Night Ollie,” Clark said, before he finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

He awoke to the sunshine streaming through the windows. But he was surprised to find himself alone.

A note on the pillow made him grin. Gone out, be back soon. Love you, Ollie. He wished Oliver was there to wake up to but this would do. Part of him wanted to stay in bed until Oliver returned but he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep and he wouldn’t be able to stay still that long anyway.

So he got up and got dressed, thankful that he had left clothes in the penthouse. He wandered to the kitchen to make himself breakfast when a noise made him freeze.

A sharp buzzing noise brought him to his knees. Pain . . . so much pain. He recognized this noise, it was all too familiar, even if he hadn’t felt it for years.

Somehow, he managed to get up but the noise began again. His head was spinning and there was only one way to stop it.

The key, I need the key. Now where did he put it? He remembered . . . it was still in Smallville. Stumbling to the balcony, he flew straight back to the farm.

Clark was careful not to wake his mom. Every few minutes the noise came back and he had to refrain from screaming. Oh God, I forgot to leave a note for Ollie. But he would explain when he got back. First, he had more important business to take care of and just crossed his fingers that Oliver wouldn’t return before he did.

Upon retrieving the key, he left as quickly and quietly as he had entered. Within minutes, he was at the caves and placed the key in its appropriate spot, immediately being taken to his fortress in the Arctic.

“Jor-El!” he said loudly. “I’m here . . .”

“Hello, Kal-El,” the voice said calmly, as if he had come out of his own free will instead of being dragged.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

“I didn’t not wish to bring you here this way,” Jor-El stated, “But I had no choice. You have not come in a while and it was urgent.”

Clark was suspicious . . . his history with his biological father was not a pretty one. “What did you wish to see me for?”

“Kal-El,” Jor-El said in a firm voice. “It’s time.”

Clark’s heart sank but he tried not to assume. “Time? For what?”

“It is foolish and a waste of time to act ignorant,” Jor-El replied. “It is time for your training; you have already prolonged it longer than expected."

No, not now. I’m not ready. Everything was going so well; he had just graduated, was ready to begin a new chapter of his life . . . he had Oliver.

Oh, God, Oliver. How was he supposed to tell him about this? Despite all the talks they had about his abilities and origins, he had never discussed with him his training. He didn’t know how he had avoided the topic as long as he had but it just hadn’t come up.

“Kal-El, you need to do this,” Jor-El continued, clearly noticing he wasn’t responding. “You are much overdue. Though you have your powers, you have not reached your full potential. And only with your training can you do that.”

“I know,” Clark whispered. He did; his training was a necessity . . . so many times he had barely escaped with his life just because he didn’t have the knowledge he needed.

“Then you are in agreement,” Jor-El said, “You will come for your training.”

“How much time will it take?” Clark asked.

“That depends on you, Kal-El,” Jor-El said, “But I can assure you it will not be short.”

“And what if I say no?” Clark demanded, feeling bold. “Will you force me into it? Threaten the people I care about to get me here?”

“I will do no such thing,” Jor-El said. “I understand why you feel this way; I have to say my previous methods to get you to accept your heritage were harsh, but this time I am leaving it up to you. But you must remember Kal-El, avoiding this will only harm you.”

He almost wished Jor-El did do something, instead of being passive like this. But the words he spoke were hitting him hard.

When he weighed the consequences of not going to his training verses leaving the people he cared about for a prolonged period of time, he knew that there was no option. He had to go . . . this information was vital to his survival.

Clark should just feel lucky he had managed to escape it as long as he had. But no more . . . what had to be done had to be done. He could only hope Oliver would understand.

“How much time do I have?” Clark asked resignedly.

“Tomorrow is a full moon,” Jor-El said, his tone pleased as he realized Clark was going to come for his training after all. “At the next full moon, you will come here and we will begin.”

That would give him about a month. It wasn’t enough but he had to deal. He had no clue how he was going to say goodbye or even begin to explain the situation.

“Okay,” Clark said softly.

“Good,” Jor-El said, “I will see you then, Kal-El.”

Clark nodded, even though he knew Jor-El was unable to see him. Saying his goodbyes, he left. His return to the penthouse took longer because he feared seeing Oliver, hated having to tell him this new development.

But he made it there and taking a deep breath, he entered. The sight before him made him feel guilty. Oliver was on the phone, speaking frantically. Clark’s arrival caused him to look up. A few short words and he hung up.

“Clark,” Oliver said and rushed into his arms. “Where did you go? I came back and you were gone . . . no note, nothing.”

“I’m sorry to have worried you,” Clark said. “I just . . . needed some air.” A blatant lie but Clark couldn’t tell him the truth, not yet. “I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note.”

Oliver searched his expression. “But you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Clark assured him. He forced a smile. “Just . . . needed some air.”

Oliver nodded, unconvinced. “If you say so.” Oliver clearly looked like he wanted to ask more questions but was refraining from doing so. But he didn’t and Clark didn’t offer any more information.

Ollie sighed. “Have you had breakfast? I’m just making waffles . . . I figured you haven’t eaten . . .”

“Yeah, I haven’t,” Clark said. But truth be told, he wasn’t very hungry anymore. The air was so much colder now.

“Come along,” Oliver said and Clark followed him to the kitchen. They ate their breakfast in silence, both avoiding the awkwardness. Clark wished he could go back to last night when Oliver had been holding him in his arms.

He only had a month left with Oliver and he wouldn’t be able to stand it if it was all like this. Just tell him, idiot . . . tell him what’s going on.

Not yet . . . he would. But just not yet. Oliver was the one to break the silence.

“The party starts at five, right?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah,” Clark replied, “Mom said that it would be good to begin earlier, since tomorrow is Monday and people have to work.” It was going to be at a nearby hall, so everyone could fit and dinner would be served too. At least that was what Clark was told.

“That’s good,” Oliver commented. “Is what you’re wearing in Smallville or your apartment?”

“My apartment,” Clark said.

“Let’s make a plan to leave around 4:30,” Oliver said. “I think the guest of honor should be there first, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Clark agreed. They finished up and Clark offered to help clean up but Oliver declined, saying it would be dealt with.

“Oliver?” Clark said, watching Oliver walk away, “Are you mad at me?”

Oliver stopped in his tracks and turned. “No, I’m not mad at you . . .”

Clark shuffled his feet. “You’re acting like it.”

Oliver walked back to him. “Clark, I just hate that you’re lying to me . . . and don’t try to protest. I can spot your lies a mile away . . . you know you don’t have to hide anything from me, right?”

Clark’s eyes watered. “I know . . . it’s just . . . it’s complicated.”

“I’m here for you, Clark,” Oliver said passionately, “And I love you more than anything . . . please don’t hide from me.”

“I’ll tell you, Ollie,” Clark said, “Just . . . not yet.”

Oliver accepted that answer. “Okay, Clark, I’m going to trust you on this one.” He brushed a tear that fell from Clark’s eyes with his thumb. “Hey, no tears. This is a happy day. So let’s celebrate. Whatever else we have to deal with, we’ll do it together.”

“I know,” Clark said before meeting Oliver’s lips for a brief kiss. What began as a brief kiss turned passionate quickly and landed them both back in Oliver’s bedroom, where all Clark’s problems were forgotten . . . at least for the moment.

Hours passed like minutes and before he knew it, Clark and Oliver were entering the hall, hand in hand, ready for the party. Oliver was looking gorgeous in an all black suit and Clark had chosen a forest green pinstriped shirt that brought out his eyes, along with black pants and a black jacket but no tie.

Chloe and Lois were already there and both were looking great. Chloe had gone for a blackberry halter dress that fell just below her knees while Lois had settled on a black, one shoulder silk chiffon gown. The general and Lucy were there, as well as Gabe Sullivan. His own mom bustling around, making sure everything was right and Clark couldn’t help but laugh.

Everyone important knew about their relationship so nobody was surprised at them coming in together. Surprisingly, guests began arriving exactly at five o’clock.

Soon, the party was in full swing. Everyone got along with everyone else, even those who didn’t know each other were quick to introduce themselves and make friends. It was a nice atmosphere and Clark was having a good friend.

He was chatting with one of his neighbors and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Oliver talking to somebody he didn’t recognize.

Well, he was trying to have a good time. Ever so often, he would be reminded that in a month, he would have to leave all these people and wouldn’t see them for a long time.

Chloe, his best friend and the person who knew him better than most, caught onto his tension quickly. She was shooting him worried glances all evening and finally, when she was certain nobody would notice their disappearance, she made an excuse to pull him out of a conversation and dragged him away.

“Okay Clark,” Chloe said, once they were in a private corner, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean, Chlo?” Clark asked. She couldn’t have figured me out, could she?

“Clark, who do you think you’re talking to?” Chloe asked. “This is me. We’ve known each other too long to play these games. You’ve been acting strangely and I want to know why. Now spill, farm boy.”

Seeing that there was no way out of this conversation, he told her about Jor-El and his impending training. When he finished his story, he met her shocked gaze.

“Oh Clark,” Chloe said sympathetically. “I can’t believe it . . . I mean, I always knew you were going to do your training sometime but a month is so soon!”

“I know,” Clark sighed. “But I don’t have a choice, Chlo . . . he’s right. It’s time.”

“And what did Oliver say?” Chloe wanted to know. Seeing the guilt in his eyes, she gasped. “Clark Kent, please don’t me Oliver doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t,” Clark admitted. “We never talked about my training, he doesn’t know anything about it. He barely knows about Jor-El, except that he’s my biological father.”

“Well you have to tell him,” Chloe said.

“I don’t know how,” Clark said.

“So what are you going to do?” Chloe asked. “You can’t hide it from him forever.”

“I don’t know, Chloe . . . I just don’t know.”

Chapter 4
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: forever may not be long enough
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