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Prompt #2 "Middles" Pt 2

Another part of my prompt. Enjoy and 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.
Previous Parts: Here

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Prompt #2 “Middles”

Part 2

Chloe was still lurking around the hospital when he returned.

“Hey,” she said, “What took you so long?”

“I got held up,” he said, purposely remaining vague. He’d tell her about the encounter with Oliver later. There were more important issues to focus on at the moment.

“Did you find anything?” Chloe questioned.

“Nothing at the Luthor end,” Clark told her. “How about you?”

“Well, I managed to dig up some information,” Chloe said, “It turns out you were right. The pods inside his stomach are seeds. He’s going into surgery in an hour.”

“Anything from your professor friend?” Clark asked.

“He was unable to identify the species,” Chloe replied, “But he could break down the DNA, and it’s foreign . . . to the planet Earth, which explains why it could cut you.”

“It’s alien?” Clark said, stunned. “How did it get here?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe responded, “But while it can’t gestate in our soil, the chemistry of the human body creates a perfect potting mix.”

Clark was about to say something but loud screaming caught their attention. A nurse was running out of the boy’s room.

“Find his mother,” the nurse was saying frantically, “I’m issuing a code red.”

Clark and Chloe peeked into the room and Clark was horrified at what he saw. There were vines everywhere, originating at the boy’s stomach.

“Oh my god,” Chloe said.

Clark felt sick. “We have to stop it.”

“Not it, Clark,” Chloe corrected, “Her. The plant’s gynoecious . . . it has a sex . . . female.”

“It needed a male to reproduce,” Clark concluded, “Which is why the girlfriend was killed so quickly.”

A woman with a stretcher was rushing through. “Coming through,” she said, “Park ranger up at Lone Pine. Hunter found her this morning.”

“Excuse me,” Clark said, making his way to her, “I think I can identify her.” They unzipped the bag and Clark frowned. “I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake. That’s not the park ranger.”

“Selena Adams, 28,” The medical technician read, “She went missing last week. Only female ranger in the county.”

Clark watched as they pushed past him and he met Chloe’s eyes, the truth dawning on him.


Telling Chloe he had to leave, he went straight back to the wood, eyes scanning for the brunette, who he knew for certain was behind this.

“Gloria!” he called out.

He heard a noise and he spun to see her standing behind him.

“I was hoping we’d meet again,” she said, smiling.

“What are you?” Clark demanded.

“I’m just a girl that loves nature,” Gloria told him.

“You’re not human,” Clark hissed, “You’re not even from this planet.”

“No,” Gloria conceded, “But I think I’m gonna like it here.”

“Wherever you’re from, go back . . . now!” Clark ordered.

“I can’t,” Gloria told him. “My world is gone.” She sighed. “It was paradise. It was lush and green and full of life. But towers of steel replaced the forest, upsetting the balance of nature. So I tried to correct it?”

“At the cost of how many lives?” Clark questioned angrily.

She looked at him. “They didn’t understand me, either. They branded me a criminal. They imprisoned me in a desolate wasteland where the sun never set and nothing ever grows.”

Clark’s eyes grew wide. “The Phantom Zone.”

“I knew I’d seen you before,” Gloria said, “You’re the Kryptonian that opened the gateway.”

“How do you know that?” Clark asked. He certainly had never seen her before.

“Because I was there,” Gloria explained. “The savages were attacking a girl.”

“Raya,” he said, his stomach sinking at the thought of the woman who had sacrificed her life to protect him.

“And you touched the gateway and it all went white,” Gloria remembered, completely oblivious to his guilt. She smirked. “Looks like I’m not the only one that doesn’t belong.”

“You could learnt to adapt,” Clark said pointedly. “Like I did.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Gloria questioned. “There’s a party nearby full of eligible suitors waiting for me to spread my beauty.” She took a deep breath. “Can you smell them?”

The party. Oh, God, he was running out time and he was supposed to meet Oliver soon.

“You have to stop!” Clark told her. He couldn’t let her get to that party.

“Says who?” Gloria asked. A whip cracked and Clark found himself pinned to a tree, vines surrounding him quickly.

“I can’t change my nature,” Gloria stated. “And no one else will ever make me again.” Clark choked, the vines causing him extreme pain.

With a flash, Gloria was gone, leaving Clark. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimmy’s body wrapped in vines. Oh no, not Jimmy too.

He tried to struggle but found it impossible to escape. Pain was coursing through his veins and he could barely breathe.

Somebody save me, he thought, hoping that Chloe would find him soon.

Oliver Queen adjusted his costume once more as he exited the car, making his way to the front door of the Kent Farm. He knew Clark said they were going to just go as friends but it didn’t mean he was not going to try to impress the brunette. Maybe Clark would even change his mind about their arrangement.

When Lois Lane opened the door, he had been taken aback by her beauty. But the minute Clark Kent showed up, he was gone. He had been worried that he wouldn’t get to meet Senator Kent after all but was quite amused at being mistaken for a courier. Then, much to his shock, a man had come out of nowhere and he knew who he was.

Then he took a good look at him. Oliver never believed in love at first sight but at that moment, he really believed.

An Adonis figure with bright emerald eyes framed by the longest lashes he had ever seen. When the man smiled, Oliver forgot how to breathe. To find out that he was Martha Kent’s son was another stunning fact.

He knew that Senator Kent had a son but his perceptions of farm boys didn’t make him think much of the boy. With an almost 7-year gap separating them, Oliver thought he could care less. Then he saw him and his whole world shifted. This was no ordinary farm boy.

No, Clark Kent and ordinary were as far apart as the Sun and Pluto. When Lois called him “Smallville” he wanted to shake her and ask her if she had her eyes checked. There was nothing small about that man. And what made it even better was he was more than just looks. Though he barely knew him, he was very sweet and Oliver just wanted to know all about him.

Now he would get his chance. Knocking at the door, he waited with bated breath. To his surprise, Lois opened the door.

Seeing him, her eyes widened. “Mr. Queen.”

“Ms Lane, we have to stop meeting like this,” he teased.

She blushed lightly. “Come on in, Mr. Queen.” He followed her inside.

“If you’re looking for Mrs. Kent, she left for the party already,” Lois told him. She glanced at him. “And from the way you’re dressed, I would think you’re going there too.” She smirked. “Unless you parade as Robin Hood on a regular basis.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m actually looking for Clark . . . we’re going together.”

Lois smiled. “Are you now? I knew it.” She looked smug. “I love being right.”

“Right about what?” Oliver questioned.

“I totally called you were bisexual,” Lois said. “Smallville was in denial but I saw you checking him out.”

“Actually, we’re going to the ball as friends,” Oliver said.

“Was that your decision or his?” Lois retorted. “Something tells me if it was up to you, he’d be your date.”

“That’s one point of view,” Oliver said lightly, not confirming or denying her statements.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him, “He’ll come around. I don’t think he’s used to being attracted to a man before . . . it scares him. Just give him some time.”

“Good advice,” Oliver noted. “Is he around though?”

She frowned. “I just got here . . . I didn’t hear anyone when I came in. Hold on.”

He watched her disappear up the stairs and come down a few minutes later. “Are you sure you were supposed to meet here?”

“Yeah,” Oliver replied. “Is he not in?”

“No,” Lois told him. “There’s a box on the bed but he’s nowhere in sight.”

“I told him an hour,” Oliver said, his stomach sinking. Had Clark stood him up?

Seeing his expression, Lois hastily said, “I’ll call him on his phone . . . this is definitely not typical Clark behavior, I can assure you.”

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. Placing the phone to her ear, he saw pause and then her face paled. Closing her phone, she looked at him apologetically.

“He’s not picking up,” she said sadly.


Oliver felt stupid . . . this was something he was not used to happening. He should’ve known it was too perfect, that Clark was too perfect. Obviously, he had scared the brunette away.

“Look, whatever Clark is doing, I’m sure he has a good reason,” Lois said. He wanted to laugh at her attempts to diffuse the situation.

“You don’t have to defend him Ms Lane,” Oliver told her, disappointment welling in his heart. Don’t be silly, Queen. It was just one evening . . . and he’s just another guy. Forget about him.

Lois pursed her lips. “I know, but even though I do tease him, he’s a good man . . . it just seems out of character for Clark.”

“Out of character or not,” Oliver said, “It looks like he’s a no-show.”

“Sorry,” Lois offered. “I guess not . . .” She shrugged. “I wish there was something I could do to help you out.”

Oliver stared at her thoughtfully. “You know, if you want to do help out, you can do me a favor.”

“A favor?” she echoed. “What kind of favor?”

“It seems that I am, yet again, without a date,” Oliver said slowly. “If you didn’t have any plans this evening . . .”

“Mr. Queen, considering your obvious attraction to my best friend, I don’t think it would be a good idea,” Lois told him.

“Look, I don’t want to miss the party, as it is really a good cause,” Oliver responded. “But showing up alone would not be good for my image. So what do you say? We can go as friends.”

She bit her lip, seeming conflicted. “I don’t have a costume.”

“I’m sure I can have one delivered to your place within the hour,” he assured her. “We’ll just be fashionably late to the party.”

“Okay,” Lois agreed. “But only because I feel guilty for mistaking you for a courier . . .” She grinned wickedly. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about Clark during that time.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Oliver said. He really wished that it was Clark he was exchanging banter with but Lois seemed like she would be a good friend.

Just a friend, because any attraction he had for her died and moved to Clark. Too bad the farm boy had gone MIA.

However, he managed to get the costume for Lois in record time. Since he knew he was going as Robin Hood, he already had a Maid Marian costume prepared. It was for Clark that he had a special Will Scarlet one made. Too bad, he never would get the chance to see him in it.

In an hour, they were at the party, making their rounds. The All-American Rejects were the live entertainment and Oliver found that Lois was good company. She was snarky, intelligent and if he hadn’t met Clark, he probably would’ve been interested in pursuing a relationship. It was a shame he had met Clark and now all he could think of was the brunette with the beautiful green eyes.

Lois engaged him in stories of Clark and her and Oliver was amused with all the strange things that had gone on in Smallville. This is definitely not a regular town.

“Tell me about yourself,” Lois said suddenly. “I have to make sure you’re appropriate for Clark.”

“I didn’t realize Clark needs a baby sitter,” Oliver joked. “Do you screen all the people that he dates?”

Lois scoffed. “I should. It would be better for him.”

Oliver laughed. “What do you want to know?”

“Let’s see,” Lois said slowly. “How about a bit of background? Is your fortune the do-it yourself, steal-from-the-rich kind, or it is silver-plattered like our host’s?”

“It belonged to my parents,” Oliver told her. “And I, uh . . . I inherited when they died.”

Lois clearly felt embarrassed for accidentally delving into personal matters. She smiled at him, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“Well, I wasn’t going to give it you,” Lois stated, “But the tights . . . you’re totally pulling it off.”

“You should see him a tutu,” a voice interrupted them. Both turned to the direction of the sound, the noise coming in the form of Lex Luthor, dressed as Marc Anthony, with none other than the woman he recognized to be Lana Lang at his side, in a Cleopatra costume.

“Lex Luthor,” Oliver greeted his once schoolmate,” With a girl he doesn’t have to inflate.”

Lex forced a laugh. “Lana Lang, Oliver Queen. We went to boarding school together.”

“Talked to any of the old gang lately?” Oliver asked, unable to resist.

“Enjoy the party,” Lex said stiffly.

“I always do,” Oliver said, as Lex and Lana walked away.

“So I take it the two of you weren’t buddies,” Lois commented.

“Not in the least,” Oliver agreed. “We have an, unpleasant history, so you can say.”

“Another thing you and Smallville have in common,” Lois told him.

“Why do you call him that?” Oliver asked curiously. “Smallville?”

“I don’t know,” Lois admitted. “He seems to represent everything about this town . . . or at least what I thought the town was. Before I started experiences its true oddities.” She shrugged. “Besides, he doesn’t mind the nickname . . . too much anyway.”

He laughed. “You two have an interesting relationship, don’t you?”

“You can say that,” Lois replied. She spotted someone, “Oh, there’s Mrs. Kent. Come on.” He followed her to greet the Senator.

“Hi Mrs. Kent,” Lois said happily.

“Hello Lois,” Martha replied. Seeing Oliver, she added, “It’s nice to see you again Mr. Queen. I didn’t expect the two of you to show up together.”

“Yes, well, Lois was doing me a favor,” Oliver told her. Especially since your son ditched me. But he didn’t say that part aloud. He didn’t know how she would feel about him making a move on her son.

“Enjoying the party?” Martha asked.

“It’s been interesting,” Lois stated. Oliver nodded, agreeing with her.

He spoke pleasantly with both of them, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what Clark was doing at that moment and where he was.

Chloe Sullivan was wondering the same thing as she ran through the forest, frightened for the safety of her best friend.

“Clark!” she screamed, “Clark, I can’t find you on my own. You have to help me! Where are you? Clark!”

A strained voice called her name. “Chloe.” She turned towards the sound and saw Clark hanging on a tree, vines covering him.

“Chloe,” he said again weakly.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “Clark!” Using her tazer, she touched the vines, all dying immediately once the electricity hit.

Clark fell and she tried her best to hold on to him. Please be okay.

“Come on, Clark,” she said, shaking him. “Come back. This girl can’t lose you twice in one month.”

Clark groaned and slowly, stood up. Thank you, God.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked frantically.

“I will be in a second,” Clark told her, steadying himself. “How’d you kill it?”

“Biology 101,” Chloe answered. “Electricity denatures enzymes.”

Clark thanked the heavens that his best friend was so intelligent. Otherwise, he would’ve been plant food.

Then he remembered what he saw earlier. “We have to help Jimmy.”

“Jimmy?” Chloe repeated.

“He’s over there,” Clark said, pointing to where he saw the body. “Go find him. Gloria is headed to the mansion.”

“Go,” Chloe said, pushing him, “I’ll get help for Jimmy. Go!”

Clark didn’t waste a second and sped at full speed toward the mansion. He had a feeling where Gloria would be.

As expected, he found her in the greenhouse, with some man.

“So,” the man said, “Tarzan and park rangers both love the wild.”

“And swinging on vines,” Gloria told him seductively. He knew where this was going.

“Ride’s over!” Clark declared.

“Who the hell are you?” the man questioned angrily, obviously upset being interrupted.

“The gardener,” Clark snapped, “Get out!” The man ran away upon hearing his tone, leaving him alone with Gloria.

“Kryptonians,” Gloria said, shaking her head. “Always so hard and cold.”

“You can’t go home,” Clark said, “I can’t let you stay. What are we gonna go?”

“We’ll have to let nature decide,” Gloria said, pinning him to the wall with a vine.

He choked, struggling. “You saved me from the Phantom Zone, Clark,” she said sadly. “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

Desperately, he looked around. Aiming his heat vision at the lights, he watched as it fell on her. The fire set off the sprinklers, the combination destroying Gloria and freeing him.

Standing up straight, now soaked, he looked sadly at the scene. Exiting the greenhouse, he regretted what he had to do. But to protect the world, he had to kill. That didn’t make it any easier though.

Oliver. Oh, God, he had stood up the blonde. He hadn’t meant to . . . it wasn’t his fault he was tied up, literally, when they were supposed to meet. Such was his life . . . he had a duty to protect the world . . . relationships would never fit into his world.

Using his x-ray vision, he scanned the party until he fell on Oliver’s familiar figure. He was there . . . with Lois. Wow, he didn’t see that one coming.

At least the man wasn’t alone. Clark smiled sadly at his missed opportunity, before speeding back to the farm.

His obligations always took priority, would always take priority over his heart. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have regrets over what might’ve been.
Tags: category: slash, challenge: fanfic100, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: a twist of fate
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