Title: Righting the Wrongs
Pairing/Characters: Clark Kent/Oliver Queen
Disclaimer: don't own anything
Summary: The aftermath of Lois's decision. Final part. follows "Not Enough", "Heart of Glass", "Expect the Unexpected" & "Second Best".
The table is here.
What is wrong with you? Clark could only stare at Oliver after his objection. He didn’t know what to do.
This is not the way it was supposed to be. No, he was supposed to marry Lois and they were going to go live happily ever after. Well, as happily ever after as he could get being married to one woman and in love with another man.
Nowhere in the plan did Oliver coming in and objecting, saying how much he loved Clark fit in. And he does love me. His head spun at Oliver’s confession.
But what was he supposed to do? Just say “okay, Ollie, I’ll leave my bride at the altar and run away with you”? Could he have maybe suggested this yesterday? Hell, even this morning would’ve worked. Why did he have to do it in the middle of the ceremony?
Trust Oliver to be completely spontaneous. The blonde was anything but predictable and this event had proven that.
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He met Lois’s eyes and knew that everything he was feeling was written all over his expression.
She was staring at him intently, her eyes taking in every feeling he was emoting. Lois always had this knack of being able to read him like a book.
Her expression turned to one of sadness and he knew that she had put all the pieces together. She was not an ace reporter for nothing. When she shot a look at Oliver and then back at him, he knew for certain.
Then she grew serious, as if making a decision. For the first time, he couldn’t read what she was thinking.
“Ms. Lane?” the minister asked, breaking the silence. “Mr. Kent?”
The next words out of Lois’s mouth were shocking. “Keep going.”
“Ms. Lane?” the minister repeated, obviously surprised she wasn’t even addressing the issue.
“I said keep going,” Lois told him, her tone a little edgier.
Clark couldn’t find his voice. He could feel Oliver’s eyes on him but he couldn’t stop staring at Lois.
His heart sank as he heard Oliver’s retreating footsteps and the doors to the church opening and closing again.
He hadn’t made a decision so it seemed Lois had made it for him.
“Does anyone else want to object?” the minister asked the bewildered crowd. When he was received with silence, he went on. “Now back to the vows.”
“Do you, Lois Lane,” the minister began, “take Clark Kent to be your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer until death do you part?”
Lois had a regretful look on her face. “No . . . I don’t.” That sent the silent crowd into another flurry.
“Excuse me?” the minister said.
“I don’t,” Lois said again. “I can’t . . .”
“Lois?” Oh, so that was where his voice went.
“I can’t marry you Clark,” Lois told him, tears overflowing from her eyes and spilling onto her smooth cheeks.
She turned to the crowd. “I’m sorry everyone . . .” Lois did something that was completely unlike her . . . she gave him one last glance and ran through the aisle and out of the church.
Clark did the only thing he could think of. He ran after her. She was entering the limo when he caught up to her.
“Lois wait,” Clark said. She froze and turned back to him, tears streaming down her face. She shut the door and turned back to him.
“What Clark?” she asked.
“Why . . . you just . . . I don’t . . .,” Clark stammered, realizing that he didn’t exactly have a speech planned out.
“How can I marry you Clark?” Lois questioned. “How could I even think about marrying a man who is so obviously in love with someone else?”
He hung his head, embarrassed and ashamed. “I didn’t mean . . .”
“To hurt me?” Lois finished. “You settled with me, Clark. You’re in love with Oliver and I feel so stupid for not realizing it before. I am not going to be anyone’s second choice.”
“It wasn’t my intention to fall in love with Ollie,” Clark said. “I didn’t plan on it.”
“The best things in life are unexpected Clark,” Lois replied, shaking her head. “You don’t plan on love. I certainly didn’t. But I can’t marry you. I won’t be someone you settled on Clark. I deserve better . . . we both do.”
“I do love you,” Clark said.
“Just not the way you love Oliver,” Lois added. She sighed. “I want to be mad at you, Clark . . . I want to be furious and scream and throw things. But I can’t and I’m not.” She smiled sadly. “It hurts more than anything.” She choked a sob.
That was enough for Clark to pull Lois into his arms, holding her close. “I’m so sorry, Lo . . . you have no idea how sorry I am.”
“Why Clark?” Lois asked, her voice muffled into his chest. “Why did you have to cheat?”
“I’m so sorry,” Clark repeated, not knowing what else to say.
She pulled away from the embrace and sniffed. “Go to him.”
“Lois?” Clark asked.
“Don’t make me repeat myself Smallville,” Lois said. He had never been more relieved to hear his once dreaded nickname.
“You love each other,” Lois said. “God knows what he is doing right now but I’m pretty sure you have to stop it. I’m setting you free . . . one day we’re going to have to talk about what happened. But that time is not right now.”
“Are you going to be okay?” Clark asked, not able to believe the turns the situation was taking.
“I’ll be fine,” Lois said. “But you need to go. Go Clark, before I change my mind.”
“Thank you Lois,” Clark said, kissing her forehead. And in a flash, he was off.
Lois stared after him. She had made the right decision. It hurt like hell but she had done it. Clark deserved to be happy and Oliver would make him happy. If he didn’t, she would definitely have something to say about it.
“Lois?” Chloe’s concerned voice broke through her thoughts. She glanced at her concerned cousin, who was standing there with Bruce. Her cousin had really gotten lucky with him.
“It seems there won’t be a wedding,” Lois stated, trying to control her emotions.
Chloe turned to Bruce. “Go announce that there won’t be a wedding and tell everyone to take their presents as they leave. I’m going to stay with Lois but I will meet up you later.” Bruce nodded and gave her a quick peck before heading back into the church, ready to face the crowd.
Chloe made her way to Lois and the two of them entered the limo that was supposed to take Clark and Lois to their reception.
Chloe gave the driver instructions to take them to Lois’s apartment. Then she turned to her cousin. “Are you okay?”
One look into Chloe’s concerned hazel eyes and Lois broke down again. She had never been one to display so much emotion but the pain she felt was overwhelming. Chloe didn’t judge her, just took her in her arms and held her as she cried.
“It’ll be okay,” Chloe promised. “It hurts now but everything will be okay.”
Lois wasn’t sure if she was right but Chloe wouldn’t abandon her, until she was certain she was feeling better. And that alone made her feel lots better.
It wouldn’t be easy getting over Clark but with Chloe around, she knew she could start trying.
I’m such an idiot. Oliver stared into the fireplace at his penthouse, a glass of scotch in his hand. He was going to let Clark be . . . let him live his life with Lois. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t spend the rest of his life wondering ‘what if”. Wondering if he let the greatest love of his life walk out that door that day.
But he kept pushing it off and suddenly, he realized it was the wedding day. So he rushed to the church and got there just in time. Objecting to the wedding had been the boldest decision he had ever made and he was certain some people in the crowd recognized him, despite his messy appearance.
I guess I’m going to be in the gossip section tomorrow. But that was the least of his worries. Clark had rejected him. He had taken a risk and had been shot down. The brunette hadn’t even given him a response. Lois had made a decision and he just went along with it.
He felt like a fool, standing there and the minute Lois made the decision, he left. He had stared at Clark, begging him silently to say something, anything. But Clark wouldn’t even spare him a glance. Taking what was left of his dignity, he left and drove at breakneck speed out of Smallville.
Now he was alone, drinking but the alcohol did nothing for him. Did nothing to ease the pain he was in, did nothing to mend his broken heart.
“Is this what billionaires do in their free time?” a familiar voice came from behind him.
Oliver’s heart stopped and he spun around. Is this a dream? Have I had so much to drink that I’m hallucinating?
Because standing in front of him was Clark, or at least what he thought was Clark. He was still dressed in his tuxedo and staring at Oliver, a slightly amused expression on his face. No, it can’t be Clark. You’re seeing things . . . Clark is in Smallville, celebrating his wedding to Lois.
“You’re not hallucinating,” the image of Clark said, as if reading his mind. “I’m really here.”
“I thought you would be married to Lois by now,” Oliver said cautiously.
“We . . . she called off the wedding,” Clark confessed.
“Oh.” And that was just a pathetic answer. His brain was processing the information. Lois called off the wedding . . . so was Oliver his second choice?
“No, you’re not my second choice,” Clark answered. “I was stupid . . . fortunately, Lois saw what I have been desperately trying to hide. She did us both a favor by calling off the wedding.”
“Are you sure mind reading is not one of your abilities?” Oliver joked.
Clark gave him a small smile. “Trust me, I wish it were but it’s not.”
“I’m sorry she called off your wedding,” Oliver offered.
“No you’re not,” Clark said. “But that’s okay . . .”
“Actually I am,” Oliver told him. “If she really made you happy, I would’ve backed off in an instant . . .” He paused. “But I had to find out . . . I had to know for sure. That’s what I objected.”
Clark closed the distance between them and crouched on the floor in front of him. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
“You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” Oliver said, running his fingers through Clark’s hair. “So how mad is she?”
“She’s upset,” Clark said honestly. “That was expected . . . but she handled it pretty well. She told me that I should come here.”
“I’m glad you listened,” Oliver said. “So what now?”
“I want you to say what you said after you objected,” Clark insisted. “Say it again . . . I need to hear it again.”
“Hmm, what did I say?” Oliver teased, feigning ignorance.
“Ollie,” Clark pleaded.
“Oooh,” Oliver said, “You mean that.” He smiled warmly. “I love you, Clark Kent . . . I’m truly madly in love with you.”
“I love you too,” Clark said happily. Oliver brought his head down to capture Clark’s lips. Clark moaned into Oliver’s mouth and wrapped his arms around Oliver’s back, pulling them both to lie on the floor, Oliver landing on top of Clark.
Only when the need for air arouse did they separate. “You know this is going to get really awkward with the League right?”
Clark grinned. “Don’t worry, nobody will say anything. If they do, Bruce will protect us.”
“Bruce knows?” Oliver questioned. “How?”
Clark shrugged. “He’s Batman.” As if that answered everything. Oliver laughed. Truth be told, it probably did.
“So,” Clark said, “We’re together? No more just sex?”
“We’re together,” Oliver confirmed, meeting Clark’s lips for another kiss. Pulling away, he added, “And you can tell the world if you want.”
“I think after what you did this afternoon,” Clark pointed out, “A lot of people already know, You are certainly going to end up in the gossip columns tomorrow.”
“It’ll be worth it,” Oliver replied. Clark beamed and he smiled back. Months of suffering and now, he had Clark for good. They still had things to talk about but it could be saved for later.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the broken glass pieces. That glass still couldn’t be fixed but he knew now that his heart could.
As Clark kissed him again, he was certain.
He could feel himself healing already.