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.
Previous Chapters: Here
He’s reacting just like he’s supposed to. All this manipulation was making Clark’s head spin. It certainly was not something he was used to doing.
The gift being tainted hurt him though. He saw that Green Arrow doll and really had immediately thought of Oliver. How could he not? It was too adorable for words, with its little bow and arrow. They even got close with the shape.
Now, what once would’ve been a fun gift was a tool to drive suspicion into his boyfriend’s mind. Only a couple more weeks left. Time was running out quickly and this plan needed to go a lot faster. His mother was coming back in about a week. She heard about his training when they spoke over the phone and she was not pleased when she found out that out he was withholding the information from Oliver.
Of course, he was not going to tell her his plan. His mom thought of Oliver as a second son and if she caught a whiff of what he was doing, she’d fly back immediately and tell Oliver everything herself. Fortunately, she didn’t force him to do anything. That was what he loved about her. Despite the fact she was always there for him when he wanted to talk, she would never pressure any information out of him.
Thinking about his mother made him depressed. It was hard enough leaving Oliver and that was why he had immersed himself in the planning. Because if he didn’t, he would remember all the other people he was leaving. Chloe, Lois, his mom . . . it would hurt like hell being away from them.
His mom was in the spotlight too, with her political career. They’d have to make up a valid excuse for why he was suddenly MIA. And he had no clue what he was going to tell Lois. How could he say goodbye to her without giving her an inclination of his destination?
And Chloe . . . Clark sighed. He didn’t even know where to start with her. At least his mom had been gone for a while . . . he was used to seeing her on rare occasions. But Chloe had lived with him for the past couple of years and over the course of their nine year friendship, they had only been used to be separated for at most, a summer vacation.
Don’t think about it Clark. Yes, that was what he was going to do, avoid the issue. Like he had been avoiding most things over the past few weeks. Avoiding his feelings, avoiding his heart, avoiding Oliver . . . just one more thing to add to the list.
Wow, that wasn’t bitter at all. Well, he had a right to be bitter! He was sacrificing everything and everyone he loved to go fulfill his destiny. It was necessary and he accepted what he had to do but that didn’t mean that it was easy.
“Clark,” he heard Oliver call out. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Oh, right, the omelets. Using a bout of superspeed, he had them cooking within seconds.
“No,” he yelled back. “I’m fine. It will just be another few minutes.”
“Okay, take your time,” Oliver responded. He didn’t need time though and was finished within minutes. Setting the food on plates, he headed back to Oliver.
Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. Oliver seemed to be trying to read his mind, examining his facial expressions and looked like he was analyzing every word that came out of his mouth. Though this was the behavior he expected, had been aiming to get, it was still unpleasant.
How he managed to get through breakfast without cracking, he had no idea. He thanked whatever higher power gave him the will to carry on.
After breakfast, they parted ways. Oliver claimed he had some work to do and Clark was too relieved to question him about it. According to Chloe, another step of their plan would take place tonight. When he had gone to pick up the eggs, he visited her too. That was when she informed him that he was expected around 5 that evening. Whatever needed to be done that night would be explained then. She kept mentioning another person who would be helping them but she refused to give him any details.
For what felt like the millionth time since he began this plan, he felt grateful for Chloe being on his team. If he was doing this alone, he would’ve been exposed a long time ago. He really needed to do something big for her before he left.
A phone ringing broke him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Recognizing his ringtone, he picked it up.
“Kent,” he answered.
“Clark, it’s Chloe,” came the voice on the other end. “How is it going so far?”
“Perfect,” Clark confessed. He did a quick check around to make sure that Oliver wasn’t around and then continued. “He is having all the right reactions.”
“Good,” Chloe replied. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Be at our apartment around 5 and I’ll give you further instructions.”
“All right, will do,” Clark said. “See you then.”
“Bye Clark,” Chloe said.
“Bye Chlo,” Clark responded and hung up.
He was dreading that night. The way Chloe talked about it, he knew it would be a huge step, the point where turning back would be impossible.
I can do this. Just need to hold out a little while longer. Only a few more weeks left. “Only a few more weeks left,” he whispered to the empty room.
In a few more weeks, he’d be free. First, he would have to get through tonight.
With the breakfast incident, Oliver was more determined than ever to complete his plan. He finalized the last of the preparations. In approximately five days, Clark was going to get the surprise of his life.
He spent most of the day in his office, only stopping briefly to eat lunch. Clark made a delicious three cheese ravioli . . . he may not be biologically related to them but he certainly inherited his mother’s cooking skills.
Too bad they were too busy being weird around each other to really enjoy it. At one point, they would’ve killed to have this much time with one another. And now that they had practically all the time in the world, Oliver felt he saw Clark less than when they had to work a long distance relationship.
As soon as lunch was finished, he retreated back to his office. He offered to help Clark clean up but he was turned down. And Clark didn’t appear to be wanting his company so he left.
The next time he emerged was close to 5 pm. Only to find the penthouse empty and a note left on the kitchen fridge.
Went out, will be out late. Don’t wait up. Love you, Clark.
Which basically translated to “I’m not going to be home tonight”. Why he even bothered adding the “love you”, Oliver didn’t know. The world was equivalent to “sincerely” nowadays.
“Who are you trying to convince Clark?” Oliver muttered bitterly. “Me or yourself?”
Yesterday and the night before had established that Clark was still sexually attracted to him. But what if that was it? Their relationship had never been one of lust. And he did not plan to make that the centerfold of their relationship now either. Oliver was already in love with Clark when they began to date and still felt the same way today. If all Clark felt was sexual, this was not going to work out.
Oliver wanted more than just Clark’s body . . . he wanted his heart. And for two years, he was certain he had possessed it. Now . . . he was not so certain. For the first time since they started dating, he was doubting himself and their love.
Five days, Ollie, five days and you’ll know for certain. But five days was still a wait. He needed Clark now.
I need to be patient. He had been patient though, these past few weeks were testing his patience level. How much more would he be able to tolerate and swallow down before he just exploded?
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. In five days, he would get the answers the questions that were burning his mind, heart and soul.
But would he really like the answers?
At five o’ clock sharp, Clark was at their apartment. The hours had gone by too quickly for his liking and at 4:55, he left a vague note for Oliver and sped to the apartment.
Using his key, he entered and saw Chloe waiting for him.
“Hi,” Chloe greeted him.
“Hey,” Clark said. “How’re you doing?”
“Not too bad,” Chloe replied. “You?”
“Surviving,” Clark said, shrugging. “So what’s the plan?”
“You’ll get the details in the car,” Chloe said.
“Are we going somewhere?” Clark asked.
Chloe gave him a small smile. “We will be soon enough. Right now, you have to go to your bedroom. I’ve left clothes lying out on your bed and you need to wear them.”
“Chloe?” Clark questioned, unsure of where she was going with this.
“Trust me Clark,” Chloe insisted. “Just go to your room and change.”
Clark nodded, and went to his bedroom. His eyes widened when he saw what was on the bed waiting for him.
“Chloe!” he yelled and she was by his side in an instant.
“Clark?” Chloe said worriedly. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Clark repeated and pointed to the clothes. “What is this?”
“That’s your outfit,” Chloe said. He stared at her in disbelief.
“I can’t wear that,” he protested. Because lying on the bed was a pair of tight black jeans (he could tell by looking at them that they would be tight), a black shirt and a leather jacket.
“You’ve worn similar outfits before,” Chloe pointed out.
“Yes, but I was on red k then,” Clark argued. “I can’t go out like this.”
“Well, you really have no choice,” Chloe said in a matter of fact tone.
“Are we going clubbing or something?” Clark demanded. “And when do I get to meet the mysterious helper?” It was a futile attempt though. Chloe refused to answer his questions.
“Wear the outfit and I will be back in five minutes,” Chloe commanded. She had a “don’t mess with me” look in her eyes and Clark gave in. Pleased, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Clark glanced at the outfit again and his stomach sank.
This was going to be a long night.
The Black Rose. “Well this is it,” Lois murmured, as she looked at the sign in front of her. Chloe had been mentioning this club all week and she decided tonight, she would give it a try.
Though she was working at the Inquisitor over the summer, she had been applying elsewhere. And a few days ago, all her dreams had come true. She scored a job with the Daily Planet. Perry White had seen her articles for the Inquisitor and told her he thought she had talent. So Friday she gave her two weeks notice to her boss and now she was celebrating.
Granted it was a lonely celebration, as Clark and Chloe both were nowhere to be found, but tonight, she didn’t want to think about that. Tonight, she just wanted to let loose. Being single was tough and she was still painfully single. Because though she had dated a few guys over the past couple of years, nothing had been too serious. She had been fully concentrated on graduating and improving her writing.
This club seemed like the perfect place to take a break from life. She still wasn’t searching for something permanent, just a fun night of flirting and dancing.
She asked Chloe to come with her but Chloe had declined, stating that she already had plans. But she told Lois if she felt a little tipsy then she should call her. Lois smirked. Despite the fact she loved her cousin dearly, sometimes she could get a little overprotective. If anyone could hold their alcohol, it was her. Growing up on a base, she picked up alcohol at a young age and could drink most guys under the table. She knew her limits and had no plans to cross them.
Dressed in a pair of tight faded jeans that hugged her curves and a red tube top, she caught a lot of eyes the minute she walked in.
She headed to the bar. The bartender was cute and it was a good place to start. Taking a seat on one of the bar stools, she gave the bartender a flirty smile and ordered a drink.
“Sure you can handle it?” he asked, a little surprised at her choice. “That’s a pretty strong drink you just ordered.”
“Trust me,” Lois said with a wink. “I can definitely handle it.” He grinned back and began preparing her order.
Minutes later, he handed her the drink she ordered. “Enjoy,” he said.
Her night was starting out pretty well, she decided as she took a sip. Not bad. She shot a glance at the floor, where plenty of people were dancing- some in groups and others in pairs.
Smiling, she was about to turn her attentions back to the bartender but then a familiar figure caught her eye.
And her smile faded. No, it couldn’t be. But taking a closer look, she found it was. Dancing in the middle of the floor dressed to kill was none other than Clark Kent. And the brunette he was dancing with was definitely not Oliver.
She scanned the entire place, desperately looking for the familiar blonde head. But she didn’t find him and concluded he really wasn’t there. That meant though that Clark was there alone, dancing with another woman.
Was Clark cheating on Oliver? No way, it’s Clark! He is the most loyal man you know and he loves Oliver. But the evidence was there.
She whipped out her cell phone and dialed Oliver’s cell number. He picked up within three rings.
“Queen,” he said.
“Oliver, it’s Lois,” Lois said, trying to keep her voice calm.
“Hey Lois,” Oliver said, “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?” Oliver and Lois only saw one another through Clark and even at the graduation party, they didn’t really get to speak.
“I’m pretty good,” Lois replied. “And yourself?”
“I’m not too bad,” Oliver told her. “So what’s up?”
“I was actually trying to get a hold of Clark,” Lois lied. “He’s not picking up his cell phone so I thought I would try you.”
She heard Oliver sigh. “Actually, he went out . . . and I am not exactly sure where.” Lois’s throat tightened at his words.
“You could,” Oliver suggested, “try Chloe. She might know better.” She could hear the underlying disappointment in his tone and her heart went out to him.
“It wasn’t important,” Lois said. “Don’t worry about it. Thanks anyway.”
“No problem,” Oliver replied. “Have a good night, Lois.”
“You too Oliver,” Lois said. Hanging up, she looked back at the dance floor. Clark and that woman were a little too close for comfort.
This was not right. It was Clark! She thought Oliver and he were so happy together. How could he be cheating on him? Oliver had no idea where Clark was so clearly, there was something going on with them that she didn’t know.
Somehow, she had to get closer to them, see what was going on.
“Excuse me?” a voice came from her right. She turned and met stunning blue eyes. “I was wondering if you’d like to dance.”
He was gorgeous- tall, dark hair and those eyes were just captivating. Not to mention, this would be the best way to get closer to Clark and his mystery woman.
She gave him a winning smile. “I’d love to.” Making sure they were within hearing distance of Clark and the woman, she paid attention to her partner but kept one ear firmly trained on what Clark was saying.
“I’m really glad you could make it tonight,” the woman was saying.
“Me too, Julia,” Clark replied. Aah, so her name was Julia . . . interesting.
“You don’t have to leave anytime soon do you?” Julia asked.
“No, I have nowhere to be except here with you,” Clark said.
Lois had to refrained from gasping. That jerk! This was certainly not the Clark that she knew and loved. Maybe, it like that one time . . . where Clark was under some kind of mind control. She vaguely remembered that woman but from his voice, Clark was sounding normal.
As normal as he can get while cheating anyway. She kept up the pace and made sure her partner didn’t realize her attention was not completely on him.
“You know what?” Julia suggested in a sultry voice, “How about we get out of here? I think our time could be much better spent than dancing.”
No, say no, idiot. But Clark could not hear her mental screams.
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, with a grin. Much to her horror, she saw Clark and Julia leave the dance floor.
The song was over. “How about I buy you a drink?” the guy was saying.
“I actually have to go,” Lois said. “But thanks for the dance.” She sped off before he could say anything.
She was feeling slightly nauseous and needed to leave the club immediately. Before she had been ready to party but now, all she wanted to do was run home. Clark Kent was two timing Oliver. What had the world come to?
In one of the darker corners of the room, Clark Kent watched as Lois practically ran out of the club. Only when he heard the roar of an engine did he turn to the woman next to him.
“She’s gone,” he said.
“Julia” took off her dark wig, revealing now messy blonde hair. “Good, because this wig was killing me.” She removed her brown colored contacts and now it was his best friend staring back at him.
Chloe smiled at him, briefly glancing back at the place where Lois had been dancing, too obviously spying on them.