Story: Chemicals React (title thanks to boltgirl426)
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
Previous Chapters: Here
The tears were streaming down his face and he couldn’t stop them, if he tried. If he closed his eyes, all he saw was Oliver and all he felt was pain.
“Clark?” Chloe’s voice broke through his thoughts. He looked up at her, eyes red from crying. When had she come in?
Seeing his expression, she rushed to his side. “Oh my God, Clark! What happened? Are you okay?”
“Chloe,” he whispered. “I screwed up, Chloe.” She sat down next to him and took him in her arms.
“It’s okay Clark,” she said, stroking his hair, “I’m here now. Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here.”
Sniffing slightly, he pulled away slowly. He reached into his pocket and when he felt that cool metal, he smiled slightly. He got it out of his pocket and laid it on the table. Chloe’s eyes went to the object and her eyes widened when she saw what it was.
“Clark . . .” she started and looked at him for confirmation. “You may want to let me know what happened because I’m starting to draw my own conclusions here.”
“I think whatever conclusions you’re drawing is pretty accurate,” he admitted.
“Clark?” Chloe looked anxious. “Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”
“If you’re thinking that I got married, then I’m sorry, I can’t tell you otherwise,” Clark said, despair clearly laced into his voice.
“You got married,” Chloe repeated. “Married? Who did you marry?”
Time for the big confession. “Oliver.”
Chloe choked. “OLIVER? As in OLIVER QUEEN? As in Lois’s ex-boyfriend? 6’3”, blonde, billionaire? Parades around at night in green leather fighting crime with arrows? That Oliver?”
“Do you know any other Oliver?” Clark asked. He had been expecting an outburst so he wasn’t too surprised.
“God Clark,” Chloe said. She paused. “When did you become interested in men?” Seeing his miserable expression, she was quick to add more. “Not that it bothers me or anything. I was just surprised.”
“You’re not the only one,” Clark said.
“So . . . you’re married,” Chloe said.
“Yeah . . . I’m married,” Clark said, acknowledging it for the first time. He had never really said it aloud. It seemed so much more real now that he had.
“Where did you run off to?” Clark said as he saw Oliver rush back to him. They had entered the chapel when all of a sudden Oliver took off. He requested that Clark wait and not follow him. For once, Clark obliged.
“Sorry,” Oliver said, kissing him lightly. “Did you talk to the priest?”
“Yeah,” Clark said, a little irritated at not having his question ignored. “He said he would marry us.”
“Good, good,” Oliver said. He held out his hand. “Shall we?”
Clark grinned. “We shall.” Then he pouted for an instant. “I still want to know where you went though.”
Oliver stopped and reached into his pockets. He then handed Clark a velvet box. “To get these, of course.”
Clark took the box and opened it curiously. Then a full fledge smile broke out on his face. Because nestled in the box were two matching platinum wedding rings. Before he could say anything, the priest approached them.
“Are you two ready?” he asked them.
“Yeah,” Clark said, looking over at Oliver and then back at the priest. “We’re ready.”
As the priest read their vows and Clark pledged to stay with Oliver for better or worse, he was surprised that he felt no regret. In fact, he was excited. And when Oliver’s eyes met his as he slipped the ring on, Clark couldn’t hold back his smile.
“I now pronounce you,” the priest said, “married. You may now kiss.” Clark didn’t waste any time and pressed his lips to Oliver.
It was a short but sweet kiss because they knew once they got started, they wouldn’t stop. After thanking the priest, they headed back to Oliver’s car.
“We’re married,” Oliver whispered in his ear. “What do you think about that Mr. Kent?”
“I would think,” Clark whispered back, “that you got my name wrong. It’s Kent-Queen now.”
Clark had no idea that Oliver could get any happier but at his words, he seemed to light up like a Christmas tree. “So it is,” Oliver murmured in agreement, “So it is.”
“The weddings over,” Clark said in a husky voice. “Do I get my honeymoon now?”
“Do you ever,” Oliver said, “Where should we go? I have a private plane.”
“Where do you want to go?” Clark asked. He hadn’t thought of a location. His mind was on the sex that he had been waiting for all day.
“I don’t care where we’re going,” Oliver told him. “As long as I’m there with you.”
“Then how about Italy?” Clark suggested.
“Your wish is my command,” Oliver said as they entered the car. He looked over at Clark. “Ready to go?”
“I was born ready,” Clark said.
“To our future?” Oliver asked.
“To our future,” Clark echoed.
For the first time, Chloe was speechless. Clark had just finished telling her what had happened over the past few days and he finished with his latest confrontation with Oliver, the reason for his tears. She just stared at him, stunned.
Under any other circumstance, Clark would be pleased at having managed to make his quick-witted friend silent. Now he just wished she would say something, anything.
“Chloe?” he asked, “You still there?”
This snapped her out of her daze. “Yeah, Clark, it’s just . . . it’s just a lot of handle.”
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “Are you mad?”
“Of course not,” she assured him. “Why would I be mad?” She took a deep breath. “How are you feeling Clark?”
“What do you mean?” Clark was confused at her line of questioning.
“You’re married,” she pointed out. “From the way you reacted to Oliver storming out, he means something to you.”
“Chloe, he was my friend before,” Clark protested. “Of course he meant something to me. I hate to hurt him.”
“No, Clark.” Chloe was insistent, “What you feel for Oliver is not friendship. You don’t marry your friends. You may want to be in denial but that’s a different story. It’s scary, I know, but if you don’t figure it out, you could lose him.”
The idea of losing Oliver caused him more pain than he thought it would. He felt as if his heart was being torn into a million pieces. The thought of never seeing Oliver smile, never hearing him laugh, never feeling his soft lips against his . . . and oh no. Clark wasn’t in love with him, though, was he?
“Chloe,” he managed, “I don’t know. When the red k hit me, I didn’t even think twice. I just went to Oliver. Our wedding . . . I didn’t feel any regrets.”
“What do you feel right now?” Chloe asked, her tone gentle. She took his hands in her smaller ones. “Just speak from your heart Clark. It’s me, we’ve known each other for too long. You know you can tell me anything.”
“Right now,” Clark said, “I hurt. I miss him so much Chlo.” She squeezed his hands, as a form of encouragement to go on. He did. “It’s hardly been an hour and it’s horrible. I never felt like this with Lana, never.”
“That may be because you didn’t love Lana as much as you love Oliver,” Chloe suggested. Clark opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off. “I know you loved Lana, Clark. Everyone did. But you didn’t fight for her. And before you give me any bull about protecting her, if you really thought you belonged together, you would’ve told her the truth. In the end, you just didn’t trust her enough.”
“My mom told me,” Clark said slowly, “that I didn’t tell Lana because deep down, I knew that she wasn’t the one I was meant to be with.”
“Your mom has always been a smart woman,” Chloe agreed. “Clark, look at the evidence. You barely hesitated before you let Oliver in on your abilities.”
“Well that’s because I found out his secret too.” Clark wanted to prolong this discussion; he refused to admit to what he was quickly realizing.
“Clark!” Chloe exclaimed, “Did you see yourself when I came in? You were sobbing, you never cry and here you are, crying your heart out over Oliver. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is. Now tell me, why are you so afraid of admitting that you love him?”
“Because I am scared of getting hurt!” Clark blurted out before he had a chance to stop himself. He froze. Where did that come from?
Chloe too was not expecting that outburst. “What do you mean Clark?”
“I don’t really know why he married me,” Clark confessed. “He says he does but I don’t know.” He looked at her. “It was just a few weeks ago that he was in love with Lois! I can’t do it again, Chloe.”
“Clark,” Chloe said patiently, “Oliver’s not Lana.”
“No,” Clark said, nodding in agreement, “He’s not. He’s Oliver Queen. Gorgeous, rich, world known Oliver Queen. He has people throwing themselves at him every day. What would keep him loyal to me? Why would he even want to be?”
“He loves you Clark,” she said, “Or else he wouldn’t have married you. Look, he made tons of promises to Lois but he broke them. He didn’t even go to Monte Carlo with her; he pushed her aside for league business. But for you, he made the biggest promise of them all- a vow of marriage, he promised you till death do you part. In addition to that, he took you to Italy! He put it all aside for you, Clark. What does that tell you?”
“What will everyone say?” Clark asked in a small voice.
“Nobody will say anything,” Chloe said firmly. “If they really care about you, they’ll just be happy you found love, no matter who you found it with. And if you love Oliver, what they say won’t matter. Besides, I’ll beat up anyone who hurts you.” She flexed her muscles and gave a mock glare for emphasis.
Clark couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Oh Chloe, what would I do without you?”
“Trust me Clark,” she said, laughing too, “You don’t want to know.” She threw her hands in the air. “Men! You are all so stubborn with your emotions. You need women to figure them out for you!”
“What do I do now?” Clark asked. “He was really upset when he left.”
“You go find him,” Chloe responded, “Do you really think he’s gone? He’s probably in Metropolis, in his penthouse.”
“Yeah,” Clark agreed, “I should do that.” It must’ve been something in his tone but Chloe was looking at him suspiciously.
“Clark,” she said, “What’s wrong now?”
Might as well come clean. “Chloe,” he said, “I don’t know. I mean, if I go to Oliver, I’m saying that I want to stay married. But . . . I don’t know! I mean, I just realized I love him. How do I know it’s a lifetime love? That he’s the one that I’m meant to be with?” He looked at her despairingly. “I’m not even 21! How can I commit myself for life when I haven’t even begun to live it?”
“I’m not the one you should be telling this to,” Chloe said firmly, “You need to talk to Oliver. Let him know how you’re feeling. He’ll understand.”
“And if he doesn’t?” he asked.
“If you two are meant to be,” Chloe said, “You will be together. Just trust in yourselves and trust your heart. It will help you make the right decision.”
He hugged Chloe. “Thank you, I feel much better.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” she said, hugging him back. “Go to him Clark.”
He felt relief but only for an instant. “Chloe,” he said suddenly, another worry hitting him. “What about Jor-El?”
Chloe frowned. “What about Jor-El?”
Clark had never felt so stupid. How could he forget about his origins? “Chloe,” he repeated, “Jor-El! He’s always interfered with my life. How do you think he will feel about his only son being married to another man? I think his plan for me is to marry a woman and make sure that the Kryptonian genes don’t stop at me!”
At this, Chloe looked worried. She knew how much trouble Jor-El caused in Clark’s life.
“I don’t want him to hurt Oliver to get to me,” Clark said.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Chloe advised. “Go talk to Jor-El. It’s best to hear it from him and then you’ll at least get fair warning, instead of being surprised later.”
With a heavy heart, Clark nodded. “I need to know . . . if this marriage could cause Oliver danger, then I need to let him go.”
“Is that why you hate me Clark? Because I’m just another silver spooned fed rich boy? Is that it? Or is it because I’m not willing to play the martyr like you?”
Oliver’s words came back to him. Their first true conversation, after Clark had found out that he was the Green Arrow. I’m sorry Oliver, he said silently. You’re right, I do play the martyr but please understand. Your safety means so much more to me than my happiness.
“So,” Chloe said, oblivious to his thoughts. “The caves?”
“The caves,” Clark confirmed. It was time to go see Jor-El.