Story: Accidentally in Love
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Chloe/Jimmy, Lollie mentions of past Lexana & Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, m/m sex
Spoilers: slight season 7
Summary: Oliver returns to Metropolis on business. Clark’s depressed over Lana’s death. An unexpected encounter leads them to a friends with benefits situation, neither willing to get into a real relationship.
Previous Chapters: Here
Chloe was staring at them and Clark pulled up the blankets a little, embarrassed. Nobody was saying anything.
But just as quickly as she came, Chloe left, slamming the door behind her. Clark swallowed hard and looked guiltily at his lover.
“I thought you locked the door,” Oliver said, his eyes full of shock.
“I thought I did too,” Clark groaned. He looked at Oliver, with a regretful expression. “I’m so sorry, Ollie . . .”
“Why are you apologizing?” Oliver wanted to know, looking puzzled.
“Because,” Clark said remorsefully. “We were trying to keep this a secret. And now not only Kara knows but Chloe too.”
“Look, Clark,” Oliver said, gently lifting his head to meet his eyes. “When we agreed on keeping it a secret, I meant from the general population. I trust Kara and I definitely trust Chloe. Don’t worry, we’ll deal with this together. But it’s Chloe . . . she may be freaked out now but she will understand.”
Clark nodded slowly. “I guess I should go explain now, huh?”
“That’d be a good idea,” Oliver agreed. Stealing a quick kiss, Clark got out of bed and slowly put his clothes back on. Oliver did the same.
“Is Lois out there?” Oliver wanted to know.
Using his x-ray vision, he scanned the apartment and was relieved to give a negative answer. “Nope, she’s not around.”
“Thank God,” Oliver said, relief evident in his tone. Clark definitely shared that sentiment. Chloe was one thing but he could not handle if it Lois were to discover their little arrangement.
They exited the bedroom together and saw Chloe sitting on the couch, looking dazed.
“I should go,” Oliver said, realizing he had no place in this conversation. Turning to Clark, he said, “I will call you later?”
“How about I just meet you for lunch tomorrow?” Clark asked, keeping his voice low.
Oliver agreed. “Meet at my place at noon?”
“Sounds good,” Clark agreed and watched as Oliver left the apartment.
He took a seat next to Chloe and smiled. “You okay?”
“I don’t know Clark,” Chloe replied. “I just saw my best friend in bed with my cousin’s ex-boyfriend, the same man who he claimed he was just friends with. I am really not sure what to think.”
“Let me explain?” he pleaded.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Chloe said.
“First of all, when I told you Oliver and I decided not to pursue a relationship, I wasn’t lying,” Clark began. Seeing Chloe about to protest, he continued. “I know what you saw but no, Ollie and I are not together. We’re friends.” Taking a deep breath, he added, “With benefits.”
Chloe looked dumbstruck. On any other occasion, he would’ve been at least slightly amused that he managed to make Chloe Sullivan speechless. But now was not that time.
“So you are Oliver are . . .” Chloe trailed off but her point came across perfectly clear.
“Yes,” Clark replied. “We’re friends that have sex.”
“So all those times that you’ve been gone over the past few weeks?” Chloe questioned.
“I’ve been with Oliver,” Clark confessed.
“Amazing,” Chloe breathed. “Does anyone else know?”
“Kara,” Clark said honestly. “That’s only because after that frat party, I went to Oliver. And I lost track of time. I knew you may call so I had Kara give me an excuse.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chloe asked, hurt evident in her tone.
“Chloe, honestly, this is new for me,” Clark admitted. “I didn’t know how you would react . . . you’re my best friend and the idea of you thinking of me differently because of this . . .”
“Will never happen,” Chloe cut him off. “To me, you’re still the same Clark. Nothing you can ever say will make me think less of you.”
“You’re okay with this?” Clark said doubtfully. It almost seemed to easy.
“To be honest, it is a little weird,” Chloe stated. “But what I feel doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me,” Clark protested.
“I know you care about my feelings,” Chloe said warmly. “That wasn’t what I meant. What I do mean is that in this relationship, what matters is how you feel. Are you okay with this?”
“Yeah, I am,” Clark said. “I mean, I suggested it.” Chloe’s mouth dropped in surprise. “I know you probably think that Oliver is taking advantage of me but he isn’t. This was all my idea. Chloe, I’m attracted to Oliver but after that disaster with Lana, I am just not ready for a real relationship. There’s too much going on in my life right now and I just can’t commit This lets me be with Oliver but it erases all the hassle of relationships.”
Chloe seemed skeptical. “Clark, casual sex is not easy . . . in some ways, it is a lot more complicated than being in a relationship. There are so many more rules and unchartered territory. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I want this,” Clark assured her. “I know it is going to be hard but I’m willing to work at it. I like the way our arrangement is now and I don’t want it to change.”
In the back of his mind, he was remembering their most recent argument but he pushed those thoughts away. They had settled it, hadn’t they? No, it was definitely better this way.
“Clark, you said you might have feelings for Oliver before,” Chloe said carefully. “How can you just have sex when there are already feelings involved?”
“I care about Oliver as a friend,” Clark corrected, “And I’m attracted to him . . . but I don’t want to commit. Honestly this is just perfect.”
“And you don’t want more?” Chloe asked.
“Nope,” Clark said. “I’m good with where we’re at.” He shot her a blinding smile. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
“If you say so, Clark,” Chloe said and smiled sneakily. “By the way, I have to say, what I walked in on? Very hot . . . feel free to leave the door unlocked more often.”
“Chloe!” Clark exclaimed, blushing.
“Oh, Clark,” Chloe laughed, “You’re so easy.” She snickered. “Then again, Oliver would probably know that better than anyone, huh?”
Clark could feel his face burning up. “I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
“Nope,” Chloe confirmed cheerfully.
Clark laughed. “Oh Chloe . . .”
Chloe quickly grew serious again. “Clark, I know you say you know what you’re doing but are you sure? When you’re in a relationship, you give your whole heart. What’s going to stop you this time?”
“Trust me,” Clark said confidently. “I am only interested in the physical parts of the relationship. Other than that, we’re just good friends. Nothing more will come of it.”
“If you’re sure,” Chloe said warily.
“I am,” Clark replied.
Chloe pursed her lips but nodded. “Anyway, there was something I had to talk to you about . . . that’s why I came to find you.”
“What’s up?” Clark questioned.
“I think I’ve located another Zoner,” Chloe informed him.
Clark’s eyes widened. “Really? What have you found out?”
Chloe pulled out her laptop and pulled up several documents. “It seems our newest Zoner feeds off electricity.”
“So how are we supposed to track him or her down?” Clark wanted to know.
“Well,” Chloe told him, “We have to see the major electricity providers around the area. Because, we know that this Zoner is looking for you.”
“I have to find them first,” Clark said firmly. “By the time they get to me, they may be too powerful.”
“It may be too late for that,” Chloe said worriedly, her eyes focused on the screen.
Fear creased Clark’s features as he scooted closer and tried to look at the computer screen.
“There was an attack on a large electricity provider in Grandville,” Chloe read. “And that was just yesterday . . . the city was without power for more than 6 hours.”
“Grandville,” Clark repeated. “That’s just hours from here. How come we didn’t hear about this?”
“People are trying to cover it up as best as they can,” Chloe said. “They don’t like these kind of things to come out because it will scare everyone.”
“What do we do?” Clark questioned.
“I don’t think we have a choice but to wait, Clark,” Chloe told him. “But if I’m right, the Zoner should be hitting Smallville next.”
“Chloe, I don’t want Smallville to be in any danger,” Clark replied, frowning. “If I can catch them before . . .”
“I would say that’s a great idea, Clark,” Chloe interrupted. “But where will you find them?”
“Maybe I should go the Arctic and find out some information,” Clark suggested. “Jor-El might know something on this particular Zoner.”
“You should tell Kara too,” Chloe added. Seeing Clark’s reluctant expression, Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Clark? You are going to tell Kara, aren’t you?”
“I just don’t think it’s really that necessary for her to be involved,” Clark said slowly, picking his words carefully.
“Clark!” Chloe exclaimed. “She deserves to know.”
“Kara’s been a big help since she’s been around,” Clark said seriously. “But I don’t like to pull her into all my problems. If I need her help, we’ll contact her and fill her in. Otherwise, I think I can handle this one. So you can’t tell her either. She worries too much about me as it is.”
“All right,” Chloe conceded. “I won’t say anything.”
“Thanks Chloe,” he said gratefully.
“You’re welcome, Clark,” Chloe said, with a small smile.
Standing up, he smiled back. “I should go . . . I have to talk to Jor-El.”
“Good luck,” Chloe replied and he nodded.
“I’ll see you later tonight,” Clark told her. “I’ll bring dinner when I come back.”
“All right,” Chloe agreed.
With a goodbye, he headed out. His first stop was the farm, where he had to retrieve the key to the Fortress. Securing it from its safe hiding place, he continued on his journey.
Within minutes, he reached the caves. Making his way to the secret passage, he slipped the key into its designated spot, watching as the symbols lit up and the room filled with light. And then he was at the Arctic.
“Hello Kal-El,” Jor-El’s voice boomed throughout the spacious ice castle.
“Hi Jor-El,” Clark responded.
“What can I do for you, my son?” Jor-El wanted to know. They had worked out an agreement; Clark promised to come for his training but insisted that it wouldn’t happen until after his graduation.
Jor-El had agreed and with Kara’s arrival, he was pleased that there was another Kryptonian to “teach him about their culture” so he was not as persistent.
“I’m still tracking the Phantoms,” Clark stated, “But I need information on a particular one. Are there any Phantoms who would need electricity to survive?”
There was a pause. “There is one,” Jor-El told him.
Clark listened patiently as Jor-El described a particular criminal who would fit the description.
Thanking Jor-El for the information, Clark left. Remembering his promise to Chloe, he stopped by a Mexican place they all enjoyed and picked up food.
Clark filled Chloe in on what he learned over dinner. Fortunately for both of them, Lois was not around so they could discuss the situation freely.
But the night wasn’t much of a success. Neither of them were able to discover any more information on the latest Zoner. Night fell and both decided to retire for the night, hoping that the morning would bring better results.
Clark was tempted to go to see Oliver that night but resisted. He was tired and his mind was too consumed by thoughts of the new Zoner to really focus on anything else. Besides, he would see the blonde the following afternoon.
Sleep came easily, the day’s events having taken their toll, and when he awoke the next morning, his first priority was tracking down that Zoner.
Quickly getting dressed, he made his way to the kitchen. Noticing that he was the first one awake, he decided to make breakfast.
Chloe and Lois both stumbled in about a half an hour later, both really thrilled when Clark had coffee ready for them. He knew his roommates, that was for sure.
Because of their busy schedules, lately, they never seemed to have time to spend together. But it was Sunday and nobody had anywhere to be and they had a nice breakfast, catching up on each other’s lives.
Eventually, Lois left and Chloe and he went back to their research. This time, they found a solid lead.
“Clark,” Chloe said frantically. “I think I got something.” He waited as she scanned the screen in front of her. “Apparently, a man was killed just an hour ago, electrocuted to death.”
Clark frowned at the address. “That’s near the Smallville Retirement Center. Pete and I used to volunteer there in high school.”
“Apparently, this Zoner has tracked you to Smallville Clark,” Chloe concluded. “He must be demanding information from people and killing those who don’t know anything.”
“Then maybe it’s time I let him find me,” Clark declared, meeting Chloe’s eyes. “I won’t let him hurt anybody else.”
“What are you going to do?” Chloe questioned.
“Go to Smallville,” Clark stated. “Find this Zoner and hopefully, stop him once and for all.”
Chloe nodded encouragingly. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Clark said, standing up.
“Call me when you sort this all out, okay?” Chloe told him.
“I will,” he promised and exited the apartment. When he found a private area, he shot up in to the air, speeding to Smallville.
Reaching the farm, he found the crystal that Raya had given him. Nobody ever came into the barn and he knew that it would be safer here, rather than in his apartment, where someone could accidentally stumble upon it.
Then he ventured out, keeping an eye out. So focused was he at his task that he didn’t even realize noon had come and gone. His lunch plans with Oliver had long been forgotten.
He decided that the best place to begin was the last place where the Zoner was seen, that being the Smallville Retirement Center. But to his disappointment, he found the area near it deserted. Scanning the land, he only came across a pond.
Clark knew it as Lemaris Pond. Not paying much attention to the body of water, he kept walking around. His vision caught something- two figures and one seemed to be struggling.
Quickly he zipped there. A powerfully built man was strangling another smaller man.
“Tell me where Kal-El is,” the man hissed.
“I don’t even know this Kal whatever,” the man choked.
“Let him go,” Clark demanded, catching both their attention. The Zoner threw the man against the ground, rendering him unconscious.
“Kal-El,” he growled. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Before Clark could say anything, a beam of electricity shot from the Zoner’s hand, sending him flying. Wincing as he hit the ground, he quickly got back on his feet.
To find himself face-to-face with the Zoner. The Zoner attempted to hit him but he caught the hand and threw him away from him.
A struggle ensued, where neither one of them was able to quite get the advantage. A punch to the jaw from the Zoner drew blood but Clark was not giving up. A miscalculation gave Clark the chance to tackle the Zoner to the ground and before he could react, pressed the crystal onto him.
Standing up, he backed away and watched as the Zoner stood up, gasping as the crystal took effect. But he wasn’t disappearing immediately.
Glaring at Clark, he shot one last beam at him, sending Clark flying, before vanishing with a loud scream. Clark was caught by surprise and flew into the pond.
Quickly he realized that this was no ordinary pond. It was filled with kryptonite and Clark felt himself weakening. He couldn’t fight against it and tried his best to hold his breath.
He felt himself sinking and tried to struggle, which led him to accidentally taking in some of the water.
His body was wracked with pain as the kryptonite-infested water filled his lungs.
And then everything went black.
Oliver Queen was worried. Clark had not shown up for their lunch appointment and 15 minutes without hearing a word, he tried to call Clark’s cell phone. And found the brunette was not picking up.
It was not like Clark to flake and something told him that the situation was not quite right. Hopping onto his motorcycle, he sped toward Smallville, going at breakneck speed the entire way. To his horror, Clark was not at the farm.
Maybe Kara would know. That’s right. If anyone could track Clark, it would be Kara.
Clark mentioned that Kara worked at the Talon so getting on his bike again, that was where he was head.
Hopefully, this was just a false alarm. But he had a feeling that something bad had happened.
Kara was working in the Talon. She was taking over a shift for one of her coworkers. Sunday afternoons seemed to be a light day, but there were people going in and out.
Her customers were friendly and she had to say she could make a pretty good cappuccino. It had been difficult at first but she was a fast learner.
Right now, she was working behind the counter. With nobody waiting, she let her attention drift to the chattering people.
Then a voice caught her attention. “I didn’t think you worked Sundays.”
Kara turned toward the sound and her stomach sank. Lex. Her cousin had warned her about him and said that Lex was nosy when it came to him and the people around him. She made note to be extremely careful around him.
There was just something about him that wasn’t right. Ever since their first meeting, she had been wary of him.
“Hello Mr. Luthor,” she greeted him, forcing a smile. After all, this was her boss. “I usually don’t but I’m just taking over a shift as a favor.”
“That was nice of you,” he commented. “And please, call me Lex.”
“Okay,” she agreed. Thankfully, her shift was almost over. The person taking over for her should be arriving any minute now. “How is your weekend going, Mr. Luth- I mean, Lex?”
“Pretty well,” Lex replied, “And yours?”
“Not so bad,” Kara told him.
Lex was about to say something but a voice interrupted them both.
“Always make a habit of bothering your employees Lex?” They turned to see Oliver Queen standing there, with a smirk on his handsome face.
“Oliver,” Lex said stiffly. “I heard you were back.”
“Yes, I’m back on business,” Oliver said. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here a while.”
“I’m not worried,” Lex said, with a slight sneer.
Oliver turned his attention to Kara and smiled warmly. “Hi Kara.”
“Hi Oliver,” she replied, her smile more genuine. The blonde, she liked and trusted. He was good for her cousin and ever since he had been back, Kal-El had been happier.
“How are you?” Oliver questioned.
“Doing well,” Kara told him. “And you? I’m actually surprised to see you here by yourself.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
Kara smiled cheekily. “Well, lately you and my cousin seem to be attached at the hip.” Oliver blushed and then grew serious, concern in his eyes.
“Actually I wanted to talk you about Clark,” Oliver stated, worry evident in his tone.
“Is he okay?” Kara wanted to know, realizing fully that Lex was listening to their conversation.
Oliver seemed to recognize that too and was careful with his wording. “Clark and I were supposed to meet for lunch at noon . . . he never showed.”
“That’s not like him,” Kara commented.
“Exactly,” Oliver agreed. “And I called his cell phone . . . he’s not picking up. I just checked the farm and he’s not there either.”
Kara’s heart clenched. Something was wrong . . . she could feel it.
“I haven’t heard from him all day,” Kara confessed. Oliver’s eyebrows furrowed and his face paled.
“He’s all right, right?” Oliver demanded.
“I’m not sure,” Kara said, her voice barely a whisper.
That was when the woman working after her showed up. After setting her up, and saying a quick goodbye to Lex, Kara ushered Oliver outside.
Making sure they found an abandoned spot, Kara zoned in her hearing on her cousin’s heartbeat.
It took longer than expected and her heart stopped when he heard how weak the sound was.
“His heartbeat is weak,” Kara said, eyes wide. “He’s in danger.”
“We have to find him,” Kara said. “I think I can track him down.”
“I’ll follow you,” Oliver said.
She nodded and shot up into the air, making sure she was visible to Oliver.
Please, Kal-El, she prayed silently, please be okay.
Oliver jumped on his motorcycle and pushed it to its top speed. Moments later, he saw Kara land near a pond.
He all but ran to the pond and saw Kara look pale.
“I can’t go in there,” Kara whispered.
“Why?” Oliver asked.
“It’s filled with kryptonite,” Kara said softly.
“And he’s in there?” Oliver asked, his heart pounding. Kara nodded.
“Stand back,” he told her. Slipping off his shoes, he wasted no time in diving in the pond.
It was deeper than he expected but his eyes quickly located a body. Clark.
He reached him and held onto the body, pulling him along and reached the surface. Dragging Clark’s body out of the water, resting him on the ground.
Clark wasn’t moving. “He’s not breathing,” Kara said. “The kryptonite is in his system.”
Immediately, Oliver began mouth-to-mouth. But it wasn’t working. Oh God, please . . . please don’t take him away from me.
“I have an idea,” Kara murmured. “Move aside.” He did as he was told. And Kara raised her hand, slamming it down on Clark’s stomach.
Water came out of Clark’s mouth. She did it once more and more water came up. Clark coughed, sputtering water, and blue-green eyes opened slowly.
He blinked a few times, looking at his surroundings. “Kara?” he said weakly. “Ollie? What happened?”
Oliver couldn’t help the tears that came to his eyes. Clark was alive.
Seeing the tears, Clark frowned. “Ollie?”
Without thinking twice, he pulled Clark into his arms. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Kara watched the scene, with a warm smile on her face, obviously too relieved that her cousin was alive.
But he wasn’t focusing on her, all he could see was the beautiful brunette in his arms.
Clark didn’t understand, obviously not realizing how close to death he had been but hugged Oliver back anyway.
He would explain later but right now, he was content holding Clark. Oliver had almost lost him and right now he just wanted to hold on to him and not let go.