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Forever May Not Be Long Enough Chapter 8

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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.
Previous Chapters: Here

Chapter 8

Oliver knew the second Clark entered the penthouse. But he stayed in his office, continuing with a presentation he was working on. Even though all of him wanted to run out to Clark, he resisted. This was all part of the plan. It would all be worth it when he won Clark back.

He wondered if Clark would come find him to say that he was back. Whenever Clark used to come home, his first priority had been finding Oliver. Not everything could’ve changed, could it?

Apparently, it had. Not only did Clark not seek him out, he could hear the elevator shutting a few minutes later. Clark had arrived just to leave again.

Why did he even bother coming home then? Oliver thought bitterly.

Stop, Ollie, remember what you’re doing. Don’t your cool. Remember, the end result will be worth all this.

It had better be worth it. If he lost Clark after all the work he was doing, he didn’t know how he was going to react.

Clark had no idea why he went back to the penthouse. He could hear Oliver working in his office, but couldn’t bring himself to go see him. Oliver probably didn’t want to see him anyway. After hesitating a few moments, he turned and walked out again.

He doubted Oliver knew he had come in so he wouldn’t miss him if he left. Besides, he had some work to do before the next step of his plan could take place. Oliver was already upset over their blow up and was suspicious of Clark’s weird behavior . . . a few tricks would lead him down the path Clark intended him to go on.

You can do this. God he hoped so, because if it didn’t work out, he had no backup plans. Less than a month before he was leaving for his training . . . time was not on his side. This will work . . . it has to. It had to . . . if he failed now, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

The next few days were trying for both Oliver and Clark. Oliver thought giving Clark his space would make Clark realize that there was no place he would rather be than by his side. But it seemed that Clark was just drifting further away from him.

Clark was hardly ever home . . . out of the past three nights, Clark had only spent one of those at the penthouse. God knows where he went the other nights. The rare times he was home, he was distant. He could easily forget the last time he felt the warmth of Clark’s lips or was able to enjoy the strength of his loving embrace. What am I doing wrong? If I pursue him, I’m too clingy but giving him space doesn’t help either. Please, Clark, tell me what I can do to make this right . . . make us right. And the worst part was that he didn’t have any answers.

If there was one thing Oliver hated, it was not having answers. He liked knowing what was going on around him. Now he was feeling helpless and it was driving him mad.

Is this worth it? Clark was losing interest in the relationship so why did Oliver keep fighting? Maybe because it’s the best relationship you’ve ever been in, because you can’t imagine your life without Clark in it.

There was no other option but to keep at it. However, with every rejection, with every night they spent apart, Oliver felt a little piece of his heart breaking off.

And he had no idea how much longer he could take this. How much longer he would able to stand this before he broke for good.

What is he doing? Clark could not interpret Oliver’s actions at all. He was back in the apartment, in his bedroom, contemplating their current situation. But he got even more confused. What is Oliver’s game? Every time he walked out of the door without giving an explanation, he could see the heartbreak in Oliver’s eyes. When he showed up in the morning, having spent the night away, he noticed Oliver biting his lip and holding in the questions he obviously had as to Clark’s whereabouts.

Since that night, there were no more accusations, no more demands to know where he had been. Despite Clark’s attempts to push Oliver’s buttons by showing up less and being out more often, Oliver didn’t have a reaction.

I told him he was too clingy. Oh, God, was Oliver trying to give him space? He groaned. This was not good. Him just being away was obviously not good enough. Time to enact Phase 3 of the plan. But that required some help.

Picking up the phone, he dialed the familiar number without thinking. His best friend answered almost immediately.

“Chloe,” Clark said, “It’s me. I need your help. It’s time for Phase 3.”

It had been two weeks since his fight with Clark and there had been no change in Clark’s behavior towards him. Oliver was growing more frustrated by the moment. He couldn’t give him any more space! Didn’t he see that Oliver loved him?

Oliver had even gone back to Star City for a couple of days. Granted it was for some necessary business but a part of him had hoped that Clark would miss him. Boy was I wrong on that one.

Clark had barely acknowledged that he left. I might as well face the truth . . . Clark and I are growing apart. But then another part of his mind argued that he shouldn’t give up. Oliver shook his head. It must be unhealthy to be this attached to what was obviously a failing relationship. Clark acts like he wants us to be over so why doesn’t he just end it?

Oliver knew he wouldn’t have the strength to break up with Clark. Especially not when part of him was holding out for a happily ever after with the brunette.

Face it, Queen, happily ever after is in storybooks, in fairytales . . . not for people like you. It’s time to wake up from this silly dream you’re living in and accept reality. You’ll always be alone.

He hated his subconscious for its traitorous thoughts and he hated it ever more because he knew that it just might be the truth.

Footsteps broke him out of his thoughts and he saw Clark entering the penthouse. And his heart skipped a beat. It was ridiculous . . . no matter how annoyed he was at his boyfriend, his body still had a reaction every time he was near.

Clark was chatting happily into his cell phone, laughing and cheerfully talking to whoever was on the other end. He hasn’t smiled like that for me in weeks. Oliver used to love putting that smile on Clark’s face, but lately, nothing he did made Clark happy.

“All right, I’ll talk to you soon,” Clark was saying. “Yeah, you too. Bye.” He hung up and met Oliver’s gaze.

“Hi,” Clark said slowly.

“Hello,” Oliver replied. “How are you?”

“Pretty good,” Clark answered. “And yourself?”

“Not bad,” Oliver told him. Had it really come to this? Were they really exchanging pleasantries like two business associates?

“That’s nice,” Clark said, oblivious to Oliver’s misery. At one point, Clark was able to read him like a book. Now, he seemed to not have any idea how Oliver was feeling.

“How has your day been?” Clark asked politely.

“It’s fine,” Oliver said. “Actually, I have a conference call in half an hour . . .” It was close to the truth anyway . . . the call was in an hour and a half but Oliver just needed to escape this conversation. He was feeling nauseous with this disgustingly detached conversation they were having.

“Oh,” Clark said. “Okay.” Of course you don’t have a reaction. Do you ever have a reaction when it comes to me anymore?

But Oliver didn’t say any of that aloud. “Have a nice day, Clark. I’ll catch you later.” Clark shrugged in response and Oliver took off, back to his office. A place where he spent way too much time lately.

What else was he supposed to do? He needed a distraction and pouring himself into Queen Industries was the best idea. His business was thriving and he was pleased that he was keeping the company of his family in top-notch shape.

If only he had the same success with his relationship, he would be a lot happier. Maybe it’s a good time to stop being so passive.

Maybe it was time to start taking action. Clark wanted his space . . . maybe he was bored with the relationship. The two of them had been together for over two years and now, they were stuck in a rut.

He needed to remind Clark why the brunette fell in love with him in the first place. A romantic evening was in order. Oliver smiled . . . he had the perfect idea. Clark wouldn’t know what hit him.

“I don’t know Chloe,” Clark told his best friend, as they ate lunch at a deli near the Planet. “I’m not sure what else I should do.”

“You’ve been distant,” Chloe listed, “You are hardly ever home and you spend nights elsewhere. The two of you haven’t had a decent conversation in weeks and you barely touch, let alone have sex.”

“Chloe!” Clark exclaimed, blushing.

“What?” Chloe said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “Sex is important. Especially in a relationship like yours. The two of you used to be all over each other all the time . . . it must be odd to him that you don’t even kiss anymore.”

“That’s the thing,” Clark said. “He’s just been accepting all of this, as if it is not suspicious at all!”

“Well, Clark,” Chloe said seriously, “For all he knows, you could be just pulling away. He’s probably thinking that if he gives you your space, you’ll come back to him. Clark, it’s you . . . you’re the most dependable guy around. I don’t think the possibility of you cheating has even crossed his mind.”

Clark frowned. “So what do I do?”

“You’re going to have to be more obvious,” Chloe suggested.

“And how do I do that?” Clark questioned.

Chloe’s eyes were filled with sadness but she put on a brave face. Clark was filled with guilt. He hated putting her in the middle like this. She didn’t like doing this but he had no choice at this point and Chloe knew that as well. Which was probably the only reason she was still helping him.

“I have a few ideas,” Chloe admitted. “But we’re going to need some help.”

“Help?” Clark repeated. “Wait . . . I don’t want too many people knowing about this.”

“Trust me, Clark,” Chloe said mysteriously. “This person is not going to help consciously . . . they’re just going to be very useful without knowing it.”

Clark was still confused but he was going to trust her. She hadn’t let him down before and he hoped that whatever she was planning would work.

Meanwhile, Oliver was organizing his big surprise. Clark was still not around very often but it didn’t bother Oliver as much. Because he knew after his surprise, Clark would be back in his arms, where he belonged.

They had just both been taking one another for granted lately and now, it was time to put the spice back in their relationship. A romantic evening together was exactly what the doctor prescribed.

The next couple of days passed by quickly for him, as he was deeply involved in his plans. He was taking a break to get a quick bite to eat when he heard an unfamiliar noise coming from the living room.

He headed in the direction of the sound to see Clark’s phone ringing on the couch. Clearly, when he left, he had forgotten it. Hopefully, it wasn’t too important. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

Usually he didn’t pick up Clark’s phone but he decided to just do it. That way, he could pass on the message to Clark later.

“Hello,” he answered.

“Clark,” an unfamiliar female voice said. “I’m so glad I reached you . . .”

“I’m sorry?” Oliver said. “Who is this?”

“I was looking for Clark Kent?” the woman asked. “Is this a wrong number?”

“This is his phone,” Oliver assured her. “He’s just not around right now. May I take a message?”

“That would be great,” the woman said. “Could you tell him Julia called?”

“Julia,” Oliver repeated, “Got it . . . anything else?”

“Just that I had a really great time last night,” Julia added, “And to call me soon.”

Oliver froze at her words. “I’ll do that,” he managed to say.

“Thanks,” Julia said happily. “Bye now.”

“Bye,” he said and closed the phone. He stared at it disbelievingly.

Did that really happen? Who the hell was this Julia and why would Clark be hanging out with her? His mind was quickly drawing up conclusions and he wasn’t liking any of them.

Could Clark not only be drawing away from me but have found someone else too?

On the other side of town, Chloe Sullivan snapped her phone shut and glanced at her best friend.

“Well?” Clark asked anxiously. “Did he recognize your voice?”

“Not a chance,” Chloe informed him. “He had no idea it was me . . . he totally bought the story.” It hadn’t been easy disguising her voice but it had to be done.

“So he’s suspicious now?” Clark wanted to know. “Did he sound shocked?”

“He’s definitely shocked,” Chloe replied.

“Now what?” Clark asked.

“We have planted the first suspicions in his head,” Chloe said. “Now it’s time to bring in our mystery helper.”

Clark nodded and Chloe smiled at him, even though her heart was sinking. Come on, Sullivan, you can do this . . . do it for Clark.

She silently prayed that they didn’t end up regretting this.

Clark wouldn’t do that . . . no, he wouldn’t cheat. He can’t cheat. It’s not him at all. Oliver Queen was deeply in denial. He only thought Clark was pulling away from him. Never did it cross his mind that he could be gravitating toward someone else.

Now, don’t jump to conclusions, Ollie. You never know. Yeah, that’s right. This Julia could be just a friend and last night, they might’ve just had a great conversation.

Who are you kidding? This was not a situation he ever pictured himself getting into. He was just staring at Clark’s phone, unable to process the situation.

“Hey, you found my phone.” Clark’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He was surprised to see Clark standing in front of him. When did he even come in? Clark smiled at him and held out his hand expectantly.

Oliver handed the phone to Clark. “Yeah, I heard it ringing.”

“Oh?” Clark said. “Did you pick it up?”

“Yeah,” Oliver said hoarsely. “Someone named Julia called.”

Clark was already scanning his phone, obviously for the number. “Did she leave a message?”

Oliver clenched his jaw. “She said she had a great time last night and she wanted you to call her.”

“Cool, thanks,” Clark said. What the . . .

“Is that all you have to say?” Oliver demanded.

Clark raised an eyebrow. “What would you like me to say?”

“How about who this Julia is?” Oliver suggested icily. “Or what she meant by the great time the two of you had?”

Clark looked amused. “Oliver, she’s a friend . . .”

“Funny,” Oliver said, “You never mentioned this ‘friend’ before.”

“We met in one of our classes,” Clark explained. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Random women calling you is a big deal Clark,” Oliver argued.

“Oliver,” Clark said calmly. “Green may be your color but jealously doesn’t suit you.” Clark closed the distance between them and gave him a smile.

“She’s just a friend,” Clark said softly. “You know it’s you I want . . .” He tried to kiss Oliver but Oliver stepped back.

“No, actually, from the way you’re acting, I don’t know that at all,” Oliver said.

“Fine, be that way,” Clark said resignedly. “I have to go out but I’ll see you later.”

Oliver didn’t respond and watched Clark leave. The phone rang and this time it was his cell. He rushed to pick it up.

“Queen,” he answered.

“Mr. Queen,” a voice came from the other end. “We want to call you about your order.”

“What about it?” Oliver questioned.

“We wanted to confirm it,” the man replied. “Are you still interested?”

Oliver paused and looked at the spot where Clark had been standing. Then he made a quick decision.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I’m definitely interested . . . confirm it and I want it as soon as possible.”

Chapter 9
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: forever may not be long enough

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