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Prompt #2 "Middles"

Another prompt has arrived! This one will have multiple parts ... how many? Not so sure yet. But I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Title: A Twist of Fate
Pairing/Characters: Clark Kent/Oliver Queen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: don't own anything
Warnings: slash
Spoilers: none
Summary: follows “The World Shifts”; Clark sees Ollie again when he goes to drop off some papers for his mother. And is surprised when the blonde asks him out. But the Zoner isn’t quite gone and Oliver is not all that he seems.

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Prompt #2 “Middles”

Part 1

He met Chloe and was shocked to see a bunch of people already there, investigating.

Looking at Chloe for an explanation, he frowned when she just shrugged.

“Sorry,” she said. “They’d already organized a search party, and the police dogs from Granville will be here in another hour.”

So they didn’t have much time to do their own investigation. Too many officials were already there; Clark knew they had to be careful.

“Chloe, where exactly did you find the body?” Clark questioned. If they had a shortage of time, they had to get to work immediately.

“It was just up the road about a quarter mile,” Chloe answered.

“Ok,” Clark said and without another word and a burst of super speed, he ran toward the area. Looking around, he was startled when a voice came from behind him.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Spinning, he saw a pretty brunette in a tan uniform.

“I’m sorry?” Clark said. Thinking up a quick lie, he said, “I’m . . . I’m with the search party.” He stuck out his hand. “Clark Kent.” It’s not like anyone is going to check anyway, there’s so many people going around.

The woman shook his hand. “Gloria, park services. They find anything yet?”

“No, nothing,” Clark confessed. “Have you?”

“It’s a big forest,” Gloria stated, “Lots of green.”

Clark nodded. “You must feel isolated out here working all alone. There’s no one for miles.”

“No, it’s what I love about it,” she told him, flashing him a smile. She observed him. “We haven’t met before, have we?”

Clark grinned and couldn’t resist flirting a bit. “I think I’d remember.” He paused. “So you searched this whole area all by yourself?”

“Couple of times,” Gloria informed him. “I haven’t found anything that’s not supposed to be here.”

“One more search wouldn’t hurt,” Clark said casually. Switching to x-ray vision, he scanned the area and froze when he saw an outline of a body.

“I found him!” he yelled, rushing towards the body. “Go get help!”

“Clark,” he heard Chloe’s voice calling out for him. “Where are you?”

“Over here,” he said, over his shoulder. He was focusing on getting the man, who was underneath a bunch of vines out. Chloe made her way to his side.

“He’s alive,” Clark said and then touched the plants, pulling back shocked when the vines stung. “Ow!”

Opening his hands, he saw that there was blood.

“Oh my God,” Chloe gasped, “Clark . . . you’re bleeding.”

Instantly, the wounds disappeared, as quickly as they came. But Clark was puzzled . . . this was new for him. What was that plant?

They both backed away as they heard an ambulance coming, not wanting to answer questions. Somehow, they got the boy out and into the ambulance.

Chloe and Clark decided to follow them in Chloe’s car.

Reaching the hospital, they tracked the guy’s room. Jimmy joined them there and the trio snuck into the hospital room.

“Okay,” Chloe said, “We don’t have much time. His mom’s in the cafeteria.” Examining the guy in the hospital bed, she turned her attention the x-ray machine and her eyes widened. “Wow, this guy’s pretty messed up.”

“Not as bad as his girlfriend in the tree,” Jimmy commented. Watching the screen, he asked, “Hey, what are these things in his lungs?”

“Beats me,” Chloe said.

Jimmy pulled out his camera and snapped a few photos.

“Jimmy!” Chloe exclaimed. Clark wanted to smack his head. This guy was little to no use and he was really hindering their investigation.

“What?” Jimmy asked. “Look, we have to get this in the paper. We have to warn people.”

“We don’t even know what ‘it’ is yet,” Chloe reminded him.

“She’s right,” Clark agreed, getting a word in. “A picture of some weird x-ray isn’t exactly page-one material.”

“Yeah, well, maybe we’d have a better picture if I was with you guys when you found him,” Jimmy said, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“Okay,” Chloe said, trying to intervene, “That was my call. You’re just so much more at home on the streets of Metropolis. I know the woods freak you out.”

“No, no, you know what freaks me out?” Jimmy said, “Is my girl traipsing through a forest when something like that can happen.”

Clark had to refrain from laughing. His girl?

“Your girl?” Chloe echoed.

Jimmy flushed. “I mean, aren’t you?”

Oh, God, here we go . . . and today on Days of Our Lives, we have the Chloe-Jimmy saga.

“Guys,” Clark interrupted, “this really isn’t the time.” It was an awkward place, where he stood, and he really did not want to be in the middle of their love drama.

Thankfully, Jimmy did seem to have some sense. “Yeah, you’re right, CK. I got to go take care of something.” Turning to Chloe, he asked, “So we’ll talk later when we’re alone?”

“Okay,” Chloe agreed and smiled as Jimmy left.

“Is he always that fired up?” Clark asked.

“You should see him when he’s on his 10th cup of house-drip,” Chloe stated, with an affectionate smile. She laughed to herself and Clark felt warm that her best friend was truly happy.

“How are your hands?” Chloe asked suddenly.

“Healed,” Clark said, flexing them to prove his point.

“Which begs the obvious question since not even Obi-Wan’s lightsaber can ginsu your superdermis,” Chloe stated, “How did a little vine cut through it?”

“I don’t know,” Clark said slowly. “But I didn’t get weak, so it’s not Kryptonite.”

“Well, I sent a cutting of the vine to my botany professor at Met U,” Chloe told him. “If it’s not meteor rock, what else could it be?”

“You know, Lone Pine Ridge goes right up against the Luthor estate,” Clark said thoughtfully. “There’s a greenhouse that runs right near the property line. That’d be a good place to start.”

Chloe didn’t look pleased. “Okay, call me the advocate of the devil, Clark, but don’t you think that pointing the pitchfork at Lex is a little bit of a stretch?”

Clark met her eyes. How can she defend Lex? The Luthors were practically behind ever single disaster that went around in this town, besides the weekly meteor freaks.

“He had his hands on the Kryptonian ship,” Clark reminded her. “He was possessed by Zod. He nearly destroyed this planet. If the horns fit . . .”

“Okay fine,” Chloe relented, “I’m just saying you might want to check your personals at the door.”

“Don’t worry Chloe,” he assured her. “I’m going there strictly for business . . . what Lana and Lex do in their free time doesn’t bother me.”

“If you say so,” Chloe said.

“I have to go,” Clark told her. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Good luck,” Chloe said. Giving her a nod, he left the hospital, trying not to get too much attention as he left. Finding a private place, he supersped to the mansion and located the greenhouse with little problem.

He walked around the several plants, his eye catching on one particular one.

“Seed,” he murmured.

“You’ve always had an eye for beauty,” a voice came from his left. Looking up, he saw Lex. Damn . . . caught in the act. What was Lex going to say?

“Its Latin name, formositas falsus,” Lex explained, pointing to the flower. “‘Beauty that belies a dark nature’.” Apparently, he was going to explain what the plant was. Ok, at least he didn’t call security.

“So, even your plants have hidden agendas,” Clark commented.

“Well, I guess it all comes down to survival of the fittest,” Lex said. “Doesn’t it?”

“A strange vine has cropped up over the ridge at Lone Pine,” Clark said slowly. “It’s attacking people.”

He decided it was pointless making chitchat. Lex and he were well past that need to be cordial stage. Now he had to find answers. Time was not on their side. One girl had already died and a boy was in critical stage. They needed to find a solution before more people got hurt.

“And naturally, you came to my little shop of horrors to foil my ingenious plot to repopulate the planet with vegetation,” Lex said sarcastically. He smirked. “Sorry, Clark. I’m all out of evil. Lana must be a calming influence on me.”

Clark’s eyes narrowed. He promised himself he wouldn’t bring up their relationship but Lex had done it so now, as far as he was concerned, it was fair game.

“She’s never gonna fit in your world, Lex,” Clark said coldly.

“Unlike you, I’m willing to do whatever it takes so she does,” Lex retorted.

“You can keep fooling yourself that you’ve changed, but the closer you get to Lana, the closer she is to finding out who you really are,” Clark countered.

Lex just stared at him, with an icy expression on his face. “The days of you showing up unannounced in my home are over,” he said stiffly. “You’re not welcome here. You found your way in, you can find your way out.”

Pressing his lips together, Clark decided it was just best to comply. Without a glance backwards, he exited the greenhouse and when he was a safe distance away, he sped home.

Entering the farm, he looked around. He wanted to warn his mother to be careful at that party.

“Clark,” his mother said, capturing his attention as she entered from the living room. “Honey, is everything okay?”

“There’s a bit of a situation,” Clark explained, He briefly described what was going and Martha’s eyes widened.

“Are you okay?” she questioned.

“I’m fine,” he said, “Just be careful at that party tonight, okay?”

She nodded. “Don’t worry about me . . . this plant can hurt you. I know you want to find out the origins but do it safely.”

He agreed. “How was your meeting?”

“It was very successful,” his mom replied. “He’s agreeing to back me.”

“Congratulations,” Clark told her.

“I was just about to go to Metropolis right now,” Martha said. Seeing his quizzical look, she added, “There were these papers that I meant to give him and I forgot . . .”

“I am going to Metropolis right now,” Clark said. “I can give them to him.” No, what are you thinking? You don’t want to see him!

Martha smiled gratefully, oblivious to his thoughts. “That would be wonderful.” She handed him the folder. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, “Have fun at the party.”

“Thanks,” she said, “Be careful with your investigation and tell Chloe I said hi.” He agreed and left.

Getting to the Clock Tower, where Oliver resided, was easy. But getting to Oliver proved to be more difficult.

“Look,” he told Oliver’s assistant, “I just need to give him some papers . . . I’m Martha Kent’s son . . . I’m sure it will be fine.”

Scanning the area, he found where Oliver would be and walked toward him, the assistant at his heels.

“Sir, you cannot go in there,” she said, as he made his way into the room.

“Mr. Queen,” she stammered as they came across Oliver, whose body was positioned in a perfect headstand. “He doesn’t have an appointment and he wasn’t listening.”

Seeing Clark, Oliver tipped back on his feet. “It’s okay,” he said, “’He can stay.” The assistant nodded and left.

Clark was having a hard time breathing because Oliver was shirtless and he was trying really hard not to stare. But the man was sculpted and the way the sweat was glistening off his muscles made Clark need water himself.

“I guess I underestimated the power of yoga,” Clark joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I find the focus benefits my work,” Oliver told him.

“That’s cool,” Clark said. He shifted nervously. “My mom forgot to give you these papers . . . she was going to do it but I told her I would make sure you get them.”

Oliver took the folder from his hand, their fingers brushing and Clark felt a shiver run up his spine.

“Thank you Clark,” he said. “I hope you didn’t go out of your way.”

“Not at all Mr. Queen,” he replied. “I was in the area anyway.”

“Please, call me Oliver,” Oliver said kindly.

“Okay . . . Oliver,” Clark said, smiling warmly.

“I assume we’ll be seeing each other more often,” Oliver said casually. “I’m sure you’ve heard I’m supporting your mother?”

“Yes, I did,” Clark said, “You made a good decision . . .”

“That I did,” Oliver agreed. “She’s an extremely talented woman . . . I’m sure she will go far. It’s rare treat to see someone that is so politically savvy to have a good set of morals too.”

“That’s my mom,” Clark said, unable to hide the pride from his voice.

“She raised a pretty incredible son too,” Oliver noted. “So I commend her.”

“You hardly know me,” Clark pointed out.

“I am a good judge of character, Clark,” Oliver told him. He smiled. “So are you going to the ball tonight?”

“No, I’m not,” Clark said honestly.

Oliver stared at him intently. “Clark, forgive my forwardness, but I’m going to the ball tonight and due to my busy schedule, I’ve found I’m without a date.”

Clark’s heart jumped. “What are you saying?”

“I’m asking for the pleasure of your company tonight,” Oliver said directly.

“You’re asking me out?” Clark stammered, “Like . . . on a date?”

“I suppose you could call this a date,” Oliver said smoothly. “If that is what you want to call it. Otherwise, we can just say it is two friends having a pleasant evening.”

Clark’s stomach clenched. “Mr. Queen . . . I mean, Oliver . . . I don’t mean to offend you but I think it’s best that you find someone else.”

Oliver’s face fell slightly. “I guess I was a bit presumptuous in my offer.”

“It’s not that,” Clark said quickly. “It’s just . . . I don’t think my being at Lex’s mansion would be a good idea . . . we have a history.”

“You have a history with Lex Luthor?” Oliver questioned.

“We were friends,” Clark said vaguely.

“You were friends?” Oliver asked, emphasizing the past tense in his answer.

“Yes, the friendship ended on a bad note,” Clark said, “And that’s really all I’m saying. I’m sure you’ve heard of Lana Lang?”

“The papers call her his new girlfriend,” Oliver remembered,

“She’s my ex,” Clark said. He didn’t know why he was telling Oliver this but he desperately wanted the blonde to understand why he couldn’t accompany him to the ball.

You could just add you’re straight. But ever since he met Oliver that morning, he was questioning his own sexuality. He had only ever been with women but he found he was unable to deny his attraction to the man standing in front of him.

Oliver nodded in understanding. “That sounds dramatic . . . I can see why you don’t want to face them.”

After a small pause, he added, “I have to say though, I don’t have the best history with Lex myself. This will really be a good cause.” Oliver smiled winningly and Clark found himself melting. “It may be good for you . . . to show them that you’ve moved on.”

“With you?” Clark said, a teasing lilt to his voice. “I have to be honest with you . . . I’ve never been with another man.”

“Also explains your reluctance,” Oliver said. “We don’t have to call this a date, Clark . . . we can just be two people getting to know one another.” And then he hastily added, “As friends, of course.”

“I don’t have a costume,” Clark said, looking for excuses.

“You don’t have a costume,” Oliver repeated. “Hmm . . .” He went and pulled out a box and handed it to Clark.

“The yoga doesn’t give you psychic abilities does it?” Clark joked. Opening the box slowly, he was stunned to see a velvet red costume.

“It’s even in my size,” Clark noted. He met Oliver’s gaze. “Been rummaging through my drawers?”

“I have a good eye for sizing people up,” Oliver told him. “Got any more excuses for me?”

“None,” Clark said. Truth be told, he wanted to say ‘yes’ from the start.

“Can I take that as a yes or do you plan to toy around with my mind a little more?” Oliver asked, a glint in his eyes to show he was only teasing.

“You can take that as a yes,” Clark said. “But we’re going as friends . . . nothing more.”

“I can accept that,” Oliver said mischievously. “I guess I will pick you up soon then . . . at the farm?”

“Sounds good,” Clark said. “I have to finish up a few things first . . .”

“I will come get you up in an hour,” Oliver said, “Is that enough time?”

“It should be,” Clark said. “See you then?”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Oliver replied.

Taking the box with him, he waved. “Bye Oliver.”

“Bye Clark,” Oliver responded.

Making his way out of the penthouse, Clark couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. And a lot nervous. He was gong to show up to Lex’s party, on Oliver’s arm. What would everyone say?

Dashing home, he stored the costume and then rushed back at top speed to the hospital. He had plans for the evening but right now, he had a duty to fulfill.
Tags: category: slash, challenge: fanfic100, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: a twist of fate
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