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Forever May Not Be Long Enough Chapter 12

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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 12

“And he didn’t say anything?” Chloe asked, a look over disbelief on her face. Clark and Chloe were having lunch together and Clark had just finished recapping the previous night’s events.

“Nothing,” Clark responded. “I kept trying to get answers from him but he was in such a good mood. It was very weird.”

“He finds out his boyfriend is cheating on him and he’s happy?” Chloe replied. “Was he drunk?”

Clark shook his head. “I thought about that. But I checked the penthouse.” He frowned. “I even x-rayed his head to make sure he didn’t hit it somewhere or something.”

Chloe let out a giggle at his last statement.

“It’s not funny, Chlo,” Clark declared, “I mean, what else am I supposed to do?”

“Clark, you’ve done everything you can,” Chloe said. “Maybe Oliver is trying to catch you off guard.”

“Oliver is the upfront type,” Clark argued. “If he has an issue, he’ll just say it. I have no idea where he is trying to go with this. I mean, he can’t be in denial any longer. Both you and Lois confirmed my cheating. I mean, what is he playing at?”

“I wish I could tell you, Clark,” Chloe stated, “But even I can’t figure this one out.”

“What do I do?” Clark asked. “He was acting all sweet last night . . . and I just didn’t know how to react.”

“Maybe he’s still processing,” Chloe suggested. “He could be acting all nice to your face so that you don’t know he knows but inside, he’s planning what to say. You know Oliver, Clark . . . he doesn’t seem like the type of person to go into these confrontations blind.”

“True,” Clark agreed.

“And,” Chloe said thoughtfully, “he may be looking up Julia too.”

“He’s not going to find anything though,” Clark replied.

“But he doesn’t realize that,” Chloe pointed out. “As far as he’s concerned, he wants information on his boyfriend’s lover.”

“I just have to wait then?” Clark questioned. Chloe shrugged. “Chloe, I can’t wait . . . time is one thing I don’t have.”

“Give it a couple of days, Clark,” Chloe said. “If nothing changes, we’ll come up with a new plan.”

“All right, Chlo,” Clark relented. He forced a smile. “Let’s talk about happier subjects, shall we? How’s Jimmy?”

Chloe seemed to get stiff at his name. “Oh, he’s fine, I’m sure.”

“Chloe?” Clark said cautiously. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You and Jimmy are okay, right?”

“Actually,” Chloe said, “We broke up.”

That news amazed Clark. “Wait, what? Why would you break up?” He frowned. “If he hurt you . . .”

“No,” Chloe said quickly, “He didn’t. It was definitely mutual.”

“It wasn’t me again, was it?” Clark asked worriedly. “I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately . . .”

“It wasn’t you,” Chloe assured him. “It’s just, our lives were taking different paths. He wanted more than I could give him.”

“I’m sorry, Chlo,” Clark said sympathetically. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Clark,” Chloe said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Clark wanted to know.

“You were so concentrated on this whole plan for Oliver that I didn’t want to burden you,” Chloe admitted.

Clark squeezed her hand. “Chloe, you are never a burden. I trouble you with my problems all the time. I am more than happy to be your shoulder, you know that?”

“I do know,” Chloe said, with a smile. “And you never trouble me.”

He grinned. “So, did he want marriage or something?”

Chloe hesitated. “No, but we decided doing a long distance relationship wouldn’t work.” Before Clark could ask what she meant, she took a deep breath. “Clark, you know Lois got a job offer from the Planet.”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with you?” Clark asked. “You already have a job there.”

“I do,” Chloe said. “But recently, I got a better offer. I mean, working full time for the Planet has been my dream since I was a child.”

“Then what changed?” Clark interrupted.

“I got a job offer, an editor’s position,” Chloe explained. “News editor to be exact.”

“Chloe, that’s huge,” Clark exclaimed. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Chloe replied, clearly pleased. “But here’s the catch . . . it was from the Washington Post.”

Clark was stunned. “I guess I’m not the only one leaving.”

Chloe nodded. “Jimmy and I talked about this and we decided that it would be best to part now. We’re still friends though.”

“That’s good,” Clark said. “This is an incredible opportunity, Chlo. I mean, D.C. . . . that’s the heart of all the action.”

“I know,” Chloe said happily. “I’m so excited for this new prospect . . . I am, though, a little nervous about leaving Kansas.”

“Chloe, you’ll do great,” Clark said confidently. “I have no doubts that you’ll take them by storm.”

“You think so?” Chloe asked.

“I know so,” Clark replied.

Chloe beamed and Clark smiled back. They continued chatting, mostly about Chloe’s big move. Eventually, Chloe had to be back at the Planet so they split up. Clark headed back to the penthouse.

Where Oliver was there to greet him. “Hey Clark, how was your lunch?”

“It was good,” Clark responded, observing Oliver, for any signs of frustration or anger. But it was all in moot. The blonde was calm and happy.

“How’s Chloe doing?” Oliver asked, as if he hadn’t just seen her.

“She’s great actually,” Clark informed him. “She’s moving to Washington D.C. because she got a job offer from the Post . . . news editor.”

“That’s wonderful,” Oliver replied. “I always knew she was destined for great things. I’m sure she will shine there too.”

“That’s what I told her too,” Clark agreed. Wow, we’re actually having a civil conversation. It had to be the first real conversation they’ve had in weeks.

There was an awkward silence. “How’s your day going?”

“Busy,” Oliver answered. “In fact, I was just leaving for a meeting.” That’s when Clark noticed how formally Oliver was dressed.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” Clark told him.

“Clark, if I was in a rush, I would’ve left already,” Oliver said kindly. “But now, I do have to go. I will be back later though.”

Clark didn’t say anything. And was taken aback when Oliver kissed him. It didn’t stop him from kissing him back though.

Oliver pulled away. “Oliver?” Clark said, tilting his head.

“Just getting a bit of luck,” Oliver said, with a wink. Clark couldn’t stop the blush from creeping across his cheeks. He may have matured in some ways but he was still easily flustered.

“Bye Clark,” Oliver said, heading for the elevator.

“Bye Ollie,” Clark replied, watching him leave. He looked around the now empty penthouse. Chloe told him to wait but Oliver was not giving him any signs of being upset. In fact, he was acting less suspicious than before and that couldn’t be normal.

His perfect plan was not working. Now what?

He’s confused. Oliver was quite pleased with himself as he went to his meeting. Clark didn’t understand his new attitude and that was just the way he liked it. After he had come home from speaking with Chloe, he had been outraged. Wanted nothing more than to confront Clark and yell at him. If Clark had come home immediately or was there when he returned, he probably would’ve.

But his notable absence gave Oliver time to calm down. And format a plan. The extra time also made Oliver think. What did this Julia have that he didn’t? They had two years worth of history. There is no way what Clark was developing with Julia was anything compared to what the two of them shared.

Oliver wanted to deal with Clark’s infidelity but he didn’t know whether or not he was willing to give him up for good. It would be the smart thing to do, the right thing to do. Breaking up with Clark was what most people would do if they were in his situation. Then again, he wasn’t most people and he had never followed the norm.

He quickly understood that if he confronted Clark, it would send him into Julia’s arms. Despite his cheating, Oliver loved him. That’s when he made the decision that he would win Clark back.

Julia had nothing on him. And that was exactly what he was going to prove to Clark. He was going to continue with his surprise and until then, he was going to act as if he didn’t know anything.

They would have to discuss Clark’s cheating but that would be after Oliver made sure that they were together at all. First, he would weed out Julia and then, work on his boyfriend.

Just a few more days, Oliver thought, And Clark’s mine again.

Back at the penthouse, Clark was puzzled on what to do next. I guess I have to be patient.

As the days passed and there was no change in Oliver’s behavior, Clark grew concerned. And his patience was dying too. Oliver had returned from the meeting that day in a cheerful mood. Over the past couple of days, he had stayed that way.

By the time Friday rolled around, Clark was going insane. He entered the penthouse, having avoided Oliver for most of the day. It was around 6 pm and the day had felt very long.

He headed for the bedroom when a sign on the door stopped him in his tracks.

DON’T ENTER . . . CLARK, GO STRAIGHT TO THE GUEST BEDROOM!!!

Was Oliver kicking him out? He never thought Oliver was the dramatic type but apparently, he was wrong. Nevertheless, he followed instructions and went to the room.

Upon entering, he was even more confused. On the bed was an expensive looking suit. Attached was another note. Clark picked it up and scanned it.

Clark,

I know you’re surprised by this note and the sign on the door. No, I am not kicking you out. Wear the suit and go outside. There will be a limo waiting for you. That’s all I’m saying.

Trust me.

Love you,
Ollie

What is Oliver up to now? There was only one way to find out. He slipped into the suit, which was surprisingly comfortable. When he went downstairs, he saw a black stretch limo waiting for him, and a man, who he assumed was the driver, next to it.

Seeing him, the man gave him a curt nod and opened the door for him. “Good evening, Mr. Kent.”

“Thank you,” he said, before sliding in. He had been in limos before but that was with Oliver. This felt kind of strange.

As the limo took off, he looked around. “Excuse me,” he said, capturing the driver’s attention. “Where are we going?”

“I’m under instructions from Mr. Queen not to tell you that,” he responded. “It is supposed to be a surprise. But I can tell you we will be there in approximately twenty minutes.”

“Okay, thanks,” Clark said.

A surprise, huh? He was a little nervous, unsure of what to expect. Was Ollie going to break up with him in style? There was no way this could be good, could it? The note sounded positive but words could not convey emotions. They were just words . . . Clark had no idea how Oliver was feeling or thinking when he wrote it.

Finally the limo pulled to a stop in front of a dome shaped building.

The driver opened the door for him. Clark stepped out and looked around at the unfamiliar area.

“Just go through the doors,” the driver told him, pointing to the building. “Mr. Queen will be waiting for you there.”

“Thank you very much,” Clark said, smiling. He walked toward the building and taking a deep breath, opened the door. Stepping inside, he gasped at the scene in front of him.

Inside the building was a large room, which was beautifully decorated. The ceiling was made of large glass windows, giving a picture perfect view of the clear night sky. Even the weather was cooperating, not a cloud in sight and Clark was certain he had never seen the stars look brighter.

His attention, however, was not on the stars but in the center of the room, where a table was set up for two. Candlesticks on the table gave the room and the dim lighting gave the room a lovely glow.

Beside the table was the most gorgeous part of the entire room . . . Oliver. Dressed in an elegant suit, his hair in its natural spikes, and his eyes shining, he took Clark’s breath away.

“Ollie?” he questioned.

“Surprise,” Oliver said, smiling.

“What is this?” Clark asked, “I mean . . . it’s not a special occasion or anything . . .”

“Clark, I just did this for us,” Oliver said, taking a few steps toward him. “We haven’t had a romantic evening together in ages and I thought this would be nice.”

“It’s . . . amazing,” Clark said, looking around. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I didn’t have to,” Oliver agreed, “But I wanted to.”

Clark was feeling nauseous. He had been planning a break up and Oliver had been spending so much time and effort doing this. And even after he found out that Clark was cheating, he continued with his plans to give them a special evening. To give him a special evening.

Out of nowhere, a waiter showed up, holding a bottle of wine. He poured them two glasses and gave Oliver a curt nod. Oliver nodded back and the waiter left the bottle on the table, leaving as quickly as he had arrived.

Oliver picked up both of the glasses and handed him one. He accepted it. Oliver raised his glass and Clark did the same.

“I know we’ve been having some issues lately, Clark,” Oliver stated. “But I want you to know that I love you. Even before we started dating, I was in love with you. My feelings over the past two years have only deepened and every time I wake up next to you, I fall in love with you all over again.”

Tears prickled at the back of Clark’s eyes. He was trying desperately not to cry. Oliver’s words were going straight to his heart.

“You’re my soul mate, Clark,” Oliver declared passionately, “And I want to spend forever and a day with you. So I’m making a toast . . . to us.”

“To us,” Clark echoed, clicking glasses with Oliver, remaining calm outwardly, despite the fact his heart was shattering into a million pieces.

Oliver looked pleased. More waiters showed up, holding food. Clark watched as they set it on the table and left once again.

“Come along,” Oliver said, “I believe the appetizers have arrived.” Clark nodded, unable to speak.

They were seated and the food was served. The appetizers were delicious and when the entrees came, Clark was surprised he even had room. All the dishes were heavenly, but Clark was too wound up with guilt to properly enjoy them. Oliver and he had a pleasant conversation over dinner and not once did Oliver bring up Julia or the conversations he had with Chloe and Lois.

Clark was on the edge of his seat, just waiting for something to happen. Waiting for Oliver to say anything that would indicate he knew.

But Oliver didn’t. They finished dinner and their plates were taken away.

“Did you enjoy your meal?” Oliver asked.

“It was wonderful,” Clark said honestly. “This whole evening has been remarkable.”

“It’s only just begun, my love,” Oliver told him, standing up. “They’re going to bring out dessert soon but I thought we could take a short break from the food.”

Clark didn’t know what he meant by those words. At least until Oliver snapped his fingers and suddenly, the quiet room was filled with the sound of Michael Bublé’s crooning voice.

You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

Oliver held out his hand to Clark. “May I have this dance?”

Oh, God, why is he doing this to me? But Clark couldn’t refuse the offer and took Oliver’s hand, allowing him to lead him onto the floor.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

“I always think of you when I hear this song,” Oliver whispered into his ear.

Clark didn’t say anything, just continued swaying to the music. It felt so good to be in Oliver’s arms yet so horrible at the same time. This song was absolutely beautiful and he’d always loved it.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

Clark had to smile a little at the “outer space” part. This song was really choking him up and no longer did he trust himself to speak. Oliver caught the smile and smiled back at him.

“I think he wrote the song for you, my love,” Oliver said.

“He doesn’t even know me, Ollie,” Clark teased, managing to produce words at last.

“He should,” Oliver said. “I know I feel blessed to have you in my life.”

“Come off it, Ollie,” Clark said, trying to keep his emotions together.

“And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,” Oliver sang softly, along with the song. His boyfriend had a beautiful voice. “And I get to kiss you baby just because I can. Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through. And you know that's what our love can do.”

That was Clark’s breaking point. He pulled away from Oliver’s embrace, guilt written all over his expression.

“Clark?” Oliver said, questions in his eyes. He tried approaching him but Clark shook his head, backing away.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

“Clark, talk to me,” Oliver pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” Clark said sadly, the tears he had been holding in so long welling up in his eyes. “I can’t . . . I’m so sorry.” And without a look back, he ran out of the room.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

Clark was running faster than he had ever run in his entire life. He made it back to the penthouse and flew in through the balcony. Opening the doors, he went straight for the bedroom and swung the door open.

And then the tears began to stream down his face. The entire room was filled with unlit candles and the bed’s normal green sheets were replaced with black satin sheets. Rose petals covered the bed. Oliver had indeed gone all out. If Clark was feeling awful before, he was sick to his stomach now. Unable to look at the room, he left the penthouse, going to the first place he could think of.

When he got to the apartment, he realized he had forgotten his key. Knocking the door, he was relieved when Chloe opened. She gasped when she saw the state he was in.

“Clark, come in,” she said worriedly. Clark let himself be taken inside and dragged to the couch.

“Clark, what happened?” Chloe asked. But he couldn’t say anything and choked a sob.

“Hey, hey, come here,” Chloe said gently, pulling him into her arms. “Talk to me, Clark.”

That’s what Oliver had wanted him to do and he couldn’t do it.

“Chloe,” he said, between sobs. “It didn’t work . . . all the planning, all the lies, the perfect set ups . . . and it didn’t work.”

“What didn’t work, Clark?” Chloe asked, stroking his back as he cried.

“The plan,” Clark said, meeting her eyes. “It backfired.” He sniffed. “And now everything is ruined."

Chapter 13
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: forever may not be long enough
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