Story: Forever May Not Be Long Enough
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, mentions of past Clana, Lexana & Lollie
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.
Sleep did not come easy that night, but he tried his best not to shift too much, in fear of waking Oliver. How or when he finally fell asleep, he could not recall. But he definitely thought morning came too soon. When the alarm clock went off, Clark had to stop himself from breaking it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Oliver shifting. “What’s the alarm for?” he murmured.
“It’s nothing,” Oliver said, kissing his forehead. “I just have a conference call. You sleep.”
“What’s the time?” he asked, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights.
“7:30,” Oliver answered.
“Wake me up after your call,” Clark told him. “I’m having lunch with Chloe and I’m meeting her at the farm at noon. I’m going to cook for us . . .”
“Why didn’t you just meet at a restaurant and save yourself the trouble?” Oliver questioned.
“Too many people,” Clark said drowsily, still half asleep, “Wanted to talk alone.” He didn’t see the frown that creased Oliver’s features at his words.
“I’ll wake you up,” Oliver promised.
“Mmkay,” Clark said and let sleep overtake him.
He didn’t know how long he was sleeping but he awoke to the smell of fresh pancakes and coffee. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see Oliver holding a tray of food and smiling lovingly.
“Oliver?” Clark said, sitting up. “What’s this?”
“This, my love,” Oliver said, placing the tray on Clark’s lap, “Is me making you breakfast in bed.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Clark said, blushing. He looked at food, which looked absolutely delicious. “What time is it? Have you eaten?”
“I’ve eaten, love,” Oliver assured him. “And the time is 10:30.”
“10:30?” Clark repeated, “Oh, no, I overslept . . . I have to go and meet Chloe and . . .” He was cut of with a pair of firm lips on his own.
Oliver pulled away. “You have nothing to worry about. I called Chloe and rescheduled your lunch. The two of you are now meeting at the apartment at one, instead of noon. She said she’ll bring food.”
“You’re amazing,” Clark breathed.
Oliver grinned. “So you tell me. Now, eat before the food gets cold.”
Clark slipped out of bed, making sure he didn’t disturb the tray. “Let me just freshen up.” He walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
How did I get so lucky? What a great morning he was having . . . Oliver had to be the best boyfriend in the entire universe. I want to be with him always and forever.
Then, his decision that he made the previous night, the one that ruined his sleep, came back, like a slap in the face.
No, I can’t, not now. How was he supposed to break up with Oliver? One thing was for certain: leaving was not going to be easy.
He quickly got ready, deciding to save the shower for after breakfast and headed back into the bedroom. His Ollie looked gorgeous . . . well, he always did but standing there in a plain white suit, he took Clark’s breath away. I don’t have much longer with him, so damn it, I’m going to enjoy every second I have.
Clark slid back into the bed and beamed at Oliver, who just laughed in response.
“The coffee has probably gotten cold by now,” Oliver said, disappointedly. There was also a slight pout on his face but Clark wouldn’t point that out.
Clark raised an eyebrow. “No problem.” He aimed his heat vision at the cup for a second. “See, warm again.”
He smiled shyly upon seeing Oliver watching him in awe. “What?”
Oliver broke into a smile. “I love seeing you use your powers . . . and that you trust me so much to use it them so freely . . .”
“Oliver, I love you,” Clark declared. “And I trust you . . . you’re one of the most important people in my life. I told you I trusted you 2 ½ years ago and we weren’t even dating then!”
Oh, Ollie, why do you have to make this so difficult? Maybe, maybe now would be a good time to tell Oliver what was going on, the situation. They were both in a good mood . . . Oliver would understand. Happy and relieved, he took a bite of his pancakes.
“Ollie,” Clark said, “These are great! If you ever think of leaving corporate work, you should go into cooking. How did you know I like chocolate chip pancakes?”
Oliver laughed. “It’s nice to know I have a back up plan. I think your mom mentioned it before . . . and if I recall, you told me once too.”
“Good memory,” Clark said. He held out a fork. “Want some?”
“No thanks,” Oliver replied, shaking his head.
“This was very nice of you,” Clark said, after he finished the pancakes and downed the rest of the coffee.
“Don’t worry, love,” Oliver promised, “This will definitely not be the last time . . . remember, we have all the time in the world.”
Clark’s smile faded. “Yeah . . . all the time in the world. Right.” He hesitated. “What if . . . what if we don’t? I mean, we should enjoy the moment too. You never know what could happen tomorrow. And . . . we might even get temporarily separated. I might end up working right here in Metropolis and you’ll be in Star City . . .”
“Clark, you’re being paranoid,” Oliver said dismissively. He waved his hand. “I know I have a dangerous . . . pastime but I’m sure you’ll be joining me soon enough. Besides, if you really want to work in Metropolis, I’ll run my business from here.” He smiled warmly. “We did that separation when you were in college. That’s why graduating was such a big step for our relationship.”
“But it worked then!” Clark said, an edge of desperation to his tone.
“Yes,” Oliver said thoughtfully. “It did work . . .” Clark thought he had won, and was about to tell Oliver about his training.
Then Oliver continued. “But it was hard. Clark, I want to see you every day, not just hear your voice on the phone. We did it then because we had to. But now we don’t have to anymore . . . we can be with each other.”
“Wait,” Clark said suddenly, processing Oliver’s words, “What did you mean I’ll be joining you soon?”
“What?” Oliver said. “Oh yeah, Clark, you always knew I wanted you to join me in crime fighting. There were two major factors preventing you before . . . the Zoners and the completion of your studies. Well, the Zoners are gone and you’ve graduated . . . it only makes sense that I would expect that the time has come.”
“You seem to have many expectations,” Clark muttered. This conversation was not going the way he hoped it would.
“None of which are unreasonable, Clark,” Oliver pointed out.
“Yes, but most of which have to do with my life,” Clark reminded him.
“You’re acting as if you don’t want this too,” Oliver said unhappily. “These requests are not too outrageous. What if wrong with me planning a future with you by my side? And you’re the one who always said you couldn’t wait to join the team . . . what’s changed?”
“Nothing’s changed, Ollie,” Clark assured him. “It’s just . . . look, it’s a lot to process right now. I just graduated two days ago. And . . . I’ve had a long night. I don’t know why, I couldn’t sleep and I’m not used to sleeping this late . . . just give me some time.”
Oliver pursed his lips but nodded. “All right, take your time. But we need to talk about this soon.”
He picked up Clark’s empty tray. “I’ll take that.”
“I can get it,” Clark protested but Oliver gave him a weak smile.
“Relax, Clark, you should go get dressed,” Oliver replied. How did this morning take a turn for the worse so quickly?
Clark tried to salvage the day. “Thank you for making me breakfast; I really do appreciate it.” He got out of bed and gave Oliver a quick kiss.
“You’re welcome,” Oliver said, smiling. But the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. This is not good.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” Clark said. Oliver nodded.
“Okay, I’ll be in my office,” Oliver said and left. LEFT! No jokes about joining him in the shower or anything.
I’m making him miserable. Oliver was willing to do anything to be by his side, including leaving the home in which he had grown up. How could he tell him that he had to leave and there was nothing Ollie could do about it?
It’s not fair. For either one of them. Clark had to go for his training, he wasn’t going to refuse his destiny any longer. But Ollie needed someone who was there constantly and Clark couldn’t be that person.
I wish I could stay. But it would be so much worse than if he left. The consequences of not completing his training were dire. This was vital information he was receiving and he had to go.
This is not the way it was supposed to be. But it was the way it was going to be. Fate had played a cruel trick on him. They had given him this wonderful, perfect man . . . his soul mate . . . and forced him to leave him.
There is no other choice. He had to stick with his original plan. Oliver would find someone else someday. Someone who could be there for him, who could love him like Clark couldn’t.
It’ll kill me to do this. And it would. He was not sure if he would ever recover and was almost positive he could not love someone the way he loved Oliver. But it was only right.
Depressed at his decision but determined to do the right thing, Clark set off for a shower.
In another room in the penthouse, Oliver was wondering where he went wrong. What is up with Clark lately?
His boyfriend had been acting strangely. He was talking about separation and not being together all the time . . . Oliver didn’t understand. But it scared him. Oliver was sure that once Clark finished school, they could begin their lives together.
What happened? That was a question he couldn’t answer and it didn’t seem that Clark was volunteering any information either. At least not to me.
“But he’s more than happy to spill everything to Chloe,” Oliver muttered bitterly. It was petty, but sometimes, he had to behave immature and jealous. Even if it was one of Clark’s best friends, one of their biggest supporters and the nicest person Oliver’s ever met.
What do I do? They couldn’t keep going on like this. Clark and he had never kept any secrets from one another and he wasn’t going to start now.
Demanding the truth had already been nixed. However, he didn’t think he could stand waiting any longer.
I’ll give you today, Clark, he said silently, go figure out what you have to with Chloe. But then, we are going to settle this.
He wasn’t going to lose Clark . . . whatever issues Clark was having, he would help him get through it.
Oliver Queen was not a quitter. And he was going to fight for this relationship with everything he had.
First, he was going to go see if his boyfriend was out of the shower. Clark in a towel . . . one sight he definitely didn’t want to miss out on.
Clark stepped out of the shower, slightly more refreshed. He didn’t know how it happened but he was thinking about leaving Oliver and the tears just started coming. Before he knew it, he was crying in the shower.
He had to make sure he didn’t look like it when he came out. Last thing he needed was Oliver getting more suspicious.
Walking into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he groaned when he realized in his haste, he forgot to leave out a set of clothes.
“Now where did I put my clothes?” Clark wondered aloud.
“You know, if you can’t find them, it wouldn’t be the worst thing,” a voice came from behind him. He spun around to see Oliver at the door, smirking.
“Oliver!” he gasped.
“What?” Oliver said innocently, “I’m just admiring the view.”
“Do you like what you see?” Clark teased.
Oliver smiled. “I always do.”
“Help me find my clothes,” Clark requested. “Which closet or drawer are they in?”
Oliver closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Clark’s waist.
“Is that really necessary?” Oliver asked suggestively, “Clothes are highly overrated.”
Clark didn’t know what caused Oliver to do a 180 but he wasn’t going to question his boyfriend’s playful attitude.
“I don’t think Chloe would feel that way,” Clark pointed out. “She may expect me in clothes when we have lunch.”
Oliver grinned. “I don’t know, if she has eyes, I think that she definitely wouldn’t mind seeing this.” He paused. “However, you may be quite distracting.” He kissed Clark’s bare shoulder. “I put them in the right side of the closet . . . that’s your side.”
Clark smiled. “Thank you.” He reluctantly removed himself from Oliver’s embrace and headed toward said area, knowing fully that Oliver’s eyes were trained on him.
“Why did you need to ask me anyway?” Oliver asked. “Last time I checked, you have x-ray vision.”
“If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve used it,” Clark explained, “But that takes the fun out of our games.”
He could hear Oliver smirking while he picked out something to wear.
After finding a decent outfit, he turned to Oliver. “Do you plan to watch me get dressed?”
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to put on a show?”
We’re flirting . . . but I can’t, I can’t do this. I can’t get my hopes up again. If Oliver is to believe a breakup, I have to start pulling away now.
He grew serious. “I’m going to get dressed and you,” he pointed to the door, “are leaving.”
“Do I have to?” There was that pout again . . . he was really testing Clark’s willpower.
“Shoo,” Clark insisted.
“All right,” Oliver said playfully. Clearly he thought Clark was just joking around. “I will get you back for this.” Clark didn’t even crack a smile but Oliver didn’t see it, as he was heading toward the door.
After the door shut, Clark quickly put on his clothes. One glance at the mirror to make sure he was presentable, and he was out the door.
“Bye Ollie,” he called out, not waiting for his boyfriend to respond. “I’m leaving now.” He hurried into the elevator.
He saw Oliver appear. “Hey Clark, when will you be back . . .” But he was cut off by the closing of the elevator door.
Clark leaned against the elevator, sighing in relief. The minute he was on the ground, he found a private place and super sped back to their apartment. Their lease was almost up and Clark made a mental note to start moving their things out.
Using his key, he entered the apartment. Chloe was already there, unpacking food.
“Hey Chlo,” he greeted her. “Sorry about the change in plans . . . I promise I’ll cook for you another time.”
“Clark, you’ve cooked for both Lois and me plenty,” Chloe replied with a grin. “I’m more than happy to take care of lunch. I picked up soup and sandwiches from that place we like.”
Clark nodded; they made good food. “That’s cool.”
“We will eat and I’m thinking we have some serious talking to do,” Chloe declared.
“Do you have a sixth sense for this stuff?” Clark questioned.
“My sixth sense is Clark reading,” Chloe informed him. “And I’ve mastered it with years of practice.”
“You are quite good at it,” Clark agreed.
“Yeah, well, someone has to be,” Chloe said, shrugging. “Now, come, have lunch. We can talk about your problems afterwards.”
Clark knew better than to defy Chloe so he did as he was told. They had a pleasant lunch, making sure they stayed away from dangerous topics.
But right after, Chloe didn’t waste a moment. She wanted answers.
“Clark,” she said, “You only don’t sleep when you’re stressing . . . so what’s going on?”
“This thing with Oliver is tearing me apart, Chlo,” Clark sighed, “I don’t know what to do.”
“You still haven’t told him about the training haven’t you?” Chloe asked. “Just sit him down and explain what is going on. Oliver’s a reasonable man, he’ll understand you have duties.”
“I was going to tell him,” Clark explained, “But then he went off on how we’re going to be together and we won’t have to worry about being apart anymore . . .”
“Oh man,” Chloe said.
“He’s talking about marriage and it’s all so complicated now,” Clark said, “I tried to bring up the issue of separation but he won’t even consider it! I didn’t have the heart to tell him.”
“Clark, you’re going to tell him sometime,” Chloe said gently. “You know that. You can’t just disappear without a word of explanation.”
Clark was silent and worry creased Chloe’s features. “Oh no, Clark, I know that look . . . what stupid plan are you concocting now?”
“I am going to break up with Oliver,” Clark said firmly.
Chloe groaned. “It’s dumber than I thought. Clark, what is wrong with you? You’re madly in love with him . . . breaking up is not the answer. It’s the coward’s way out.”
“What else am I supposed to do Chloe?” Clark asked sadly. “I can’t tell him about my training . . . and even if I did, how selfish would I be to make him wait? He wants marriage, he wants a lifelong commitment now. Shouldn’t he be able to get that? Even if it’s not with me?”
“Shouldn’t he be able to make his own decision and be given the options?” Chloe retorted.
“Chloe . . .” Clark began but she didn’t give him a chance to speak.
“No, Clark,” Chloe argued, “Oliver should hear this. Then, if he doesn’t want to wait, then that’s one thing. But to make the decision for him is really unfair. But he might surprise you, Clark.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Clark confessed, “I don’t want him waiting. Not when I don’t know how long this is going to take.”
“But it would give you a good reason to finish sooner,” Chloe persisted. “An incentive to come back.”
“No, Chloe, I can’t,” Clark said. “This is the way it’s got to be.”
Chloe’s shoulder slumped; she knew when Clark had made a decision. He was stubborn, and when he had decided something, he wasn’t going to back down. No matter how insane it was.
“Clark,” she tried again, “Are you really going to be able to do this? Look Oliver, look the man you adore, in the eyes and break up with him? What are you going to say when he asks ‘why’? What explanation are you going to give when he demands to know what went wrong? Could you walk away, knowing you’re breaking his heart?”
Clark crumpled. He hadn’t thought of the actual breaking up process . . . in fact, he had pushed it out of his mind.
“Clark, he’ll see through you in an instant,” Chloe said, seeing Clark’s determination fading.
“You’re right, Chloe,” Clark said slowly.
That was easy, Chloe thought. Breaking through Clark’s barriers and changing his mind hadn’t been as much work as it usually was.
“I can’t break up with Oliver,” Clark declared.
“Exactly,” Chloe said triumphantly. You go, Sullivan. But Clark’s final words wiped the smile off her face.
“He has to break up with me.”