Title: A Twist of Fate
Pairing/Characters: Clark Kent/Oliver Queen
Disclaimer: don't own anything
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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My table is here.
As the party died down, Oliver and Lois left, Oliver dropping by her apartment.
“Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your company this evening,” Oliver said. “I had fun.”
“Me too,” Lois replied, “My verdict is that you’re a good guy. I think we should be friends.”
“Glad to know you approve,” he retorted with a grin. “Friendship sounds nice . . .”
Lois seemed pleased. “And don’t give up on Smallville just yet . . .”
“Lois, you act as if we’re in a relationship,” Oliver stated. Over the course of the evening, they dropped the formalities and now they were Lois and Ollie. “I just asked him to go to the ball with me and even that would’ve been as friends.”
“But it left room for more, potentially,” Lois argued. “Look, I can’t tell you what to do . . . but just consider it. Besides, I never thought Oliver Queen would be a quitter.”
“I’m not a quitter,” Oliver protested.
“Then prove it,” Lois challenged. “Find out why he stood you up. Then again, if I know Clark, he’s already beating himself up over it. I’m sure you’ll have a visitor soon enough.”
“Do you always give out advice to those who don’t need it?” Oliver questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Only to people I like,” Lois teased.
“Glad to be on that list,” Oliver joked. They smiled at each other. Oliver had never had a real female friend before but something told him that with Lois, it was definitely going to be an interesting experience. Now if he could just snag Clark . . .
“Good night, Ollie,” Lois said.
“Good night, Lois,” Oliver replied. After making sure she was inside, he stepped into his car and drove back to his penthouse. Part of him wanted to go the farm but he knew it would be inappropriate at this late hour. Besides, he didn’t want to look desperate, because really, he wasn’t. It was just he liked knowing things and not having answers bothered him.
Forget about him, Queen. If he doesn’t want you, it’s his loss. Trying to focus on the road when his thoughts were on a certain brunette was difficult but somehow, he managed to arrive back home safely.
Pushing away thoughts of Clark and the missed date, he made his way to the large clock, which really was a secret door. Opening it, he grinned.
For most, the night may be over but for him . . . it was just beginning.
Bouncing a ball against the wall, Clark Kent was still one of the few wide-awake. He couldn’t sleep and was sitting in his loft. His mom had come in a little while prior and after a quick good night, she had headed off to bed.
And he was still awake. The costume box sat next to him and he had finally really looked at it when he returned home. It was absolutely beautiful and he felt a little disappointed he couldn’t wear it. A note attached to the costume with the simple words “You look good in red”. Remembering the red t-shirt he had been wearing when they met, he blushed.
Knowing the mythos of Robin Hood, he recognized the Will Scarlet outfit. Did that mean Oliver was Robin Hood? He sighed and cursed the Zoner for what felt like the hundredth time.
More than that, he felt guilty at standing Oliver up. The blonde must think him to be so rude. And why do you care about what Oliver thinks?
Well, he cared because Oliver was right in saying they would be seeing each other again and he didn’t want things to be awkward. Not to mention that he was raised in a family that preached morals . . . this was downright rude.
At least that was what he tried to convince himself. There were deeper reasons he just didn’t want to think of and preferred to remain in denial about.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll go and apologize. It would only be polite. And he’d return the costume, of course. He wouldn’t feel right keeping it.
Pleased with his decisions, he went to bed and fell asleep quickly. The morning, however, brought new fears.
How was he supposed to talk to Oliver anyway? What could he say? He couldn’t exactly tell him about the Zoners. Clark frowned . . . but he knew he had to at least get an apology out. Oliver deserved that much.
Having a quick breakfast, he proceeded to do his chores and he knew he was going purposely slower than usual when completing them. Really, he knew he was stalling on seeing Oliver but he had to get something prepared before he went over there. And at the moment, he had nothing.
Fortunately for him, his mother was not around to witness his strange behavior. He wasn’t quite ready to tell her with his encounters with Oliver or about his newfound sexuality.
Besides, he didn’t exactly know whether it would be polite to just barge in again. Oliver may be busy but he didn’t know really want to call. They needed to have this discussion face to face.
Then again, it was the weekend so there was a high probability Oliver might be free. Finishing up his chores, he had lunch and took a quick shower. He was done pushing it off . . . he would just deal with whatever happened.
Making sure he grabbed the costume, he sped to Metropolis. Reaching the Clock Tower, he took a deep breath and entered the elevator. It was the longest minute of his life and he was relieved when the familiar ding announced he had reached. Opening the gate, he stepped into the room, looking around cautiously.
“Clark,” a voice came from his left, startling him. Turning toward the sound, he saw Oliver entering from the balcony. “I was expecting you but I didn’t think it would be so soon.”
“I hope I’ve not come at a bad time,” Clark said slowly.
“Not at all,” Oliver assured him. “Please, have a seat.” Nodding, he sat down on one of the couches.
“Can I get you anything?” Oliver asked.
“I’m fine,” Clark replied.
Oliver took a seat across from him. “So what can I do for you?”
“I wanted to apologize,” Clark told him. “For not being there last night.”
“Dare I ask for an explanation?” Oliver quizzed. “I was a little surprised at your lack of notice, Clark. To be honest, I was a little fearful I frightened you off.”
“I know, I wasn’t thinking,” Clark said remorsefully. “And no, you definitely did not scare me off. I was . . . tied up.” And wasn’t that as close to the truth as he could ever get.
“I would’ve appreciated that you told me,” Oliver replied, “I am the understanding type . . . I don’t appreciate just being stood up. Were you in a situation that didn’t allow you to make a phone call?”
I could barely breathe so yes, I think that making a phone call would’ve been a little difficult.
He didn’t say that though. Meeting Oliver’s eyes, he said, “I can understand you’re upset . . .”
“I’m not upset as much as baffled,” Oliver responded. “Although I have to be honest and say I’m a little disappointed as well.”
You and me both. “I am so sorry,” Clark said. Green eyes met brown. “My friend and I were investigating some odd events that had taken place recently and well, we got a little over our heads. If I could’ve contacted you, I would but I wasn’t in a position to do so.”
There, that was the simplest version of the truth I can give.
Oliver’s expression showed concern. “Are you both okay?”
Clark smiled warmly. “Yes, we’re both fine.”
“Must’ve been some strange occurrences,” Oliver noted.
“It’s Smallville,” Clark said. Seeing Oliver’s puzzled face, he explained. “A lot of strange things happen around here. Stick around and you’ll get used to it.”
“I think I just may do that,” Oliver said, staring at him.
“I am sorry,” Clark said, “I hope my not showing up didn’t cause too much trouble.”
“No, it turned out okay,” Oliver said casually. “I ended up going with Lois . . . we ran into each other when I came to pick you up.”
Clark forced a smile and nodded, pretending he was hearing the information for the first time. “That’s great; did you guys have fun?”
Though he really didn’t want to know, he asked anyway. He was really jealous of Lois for getting to spend the evening with Oliver.
“She’s a nice woman,” Oliver said. Giving him a half smile, he went on, “We’re going to be good friends, I think.”
“Just friends?” Clark couldn’t resist asking.
Brown eyes were staring at him intensely, as if trying to read his expression. “Just friends,” Oliver confirmed after a moment.
There was a silence and Clark realized he was still holding the costume. “Oh,” he said, handing the box to Oliver. “I just wanted to give you the costume back . . . I never wore it.”
“Shame,” Oliver said, brown eyes focused on him, as he accepted the box, “It would’ve looked good on you.”
“Because red is my color, right?” Clark asked, with a small smile.
“You read the note then,” Oliver commented and Clark nodded. “You could’ve kept the costume, you know. I wasn’t expecting it back. Nor do I have a use for it.”
“I don’t know, I don’t really have a use for it either,” Clark said. “I didn’t feel right holding on to it.”
“If you say so,” Oliver said, setting the box next to him.
Clark hesitated for a moment and peered into Oliver’s expression. “You’re not . . . upset anymore, are you?”
“No, Clark, I am not,” Oliver said, “Trust me, all is forgiven.”
Clark wasn’t convinced. “I feel horrible . . . I wish I could make it up to you somehow.”
Oliver’s eyes lit up at the statement. “Do you really want to make it up to me?”
Clark nodded eagerly, despite being a bit nervous where Oliver’s thoughts were headed.
“Clark, with the party, I just wanted to get to know you,” Oliver said. “I would still like to have that opportunity.”
“What are you thinking?” Clark questioned.
“Well, I do believe Lionel Luthor is holding a party in order to announce your mother’s intentions to run for Congress,” Oliver informed him. “If you’re free, I’d like you to go with me.”
“As friends?” Clark wanted to know, “Or as a date?”
“That,” Oliver said, placing a hand on his knee, sending a shiver up and down Clark’s spine, “Would be completely up to you.”
“Oliver, I mean, this is Kansas,” Clark said, “And I don’t want to jeopardize my mother’s chances of running for office by showing up with another man. People would be scandalized.”
“Not as much as you think, Clark,” Oliver replied. “I’m sure Lionel will only have the deepest pockets present and they are not as moralistic as you believe.”
“I’m not sure this is what I want,” Clark said slowly.
“That’s why I’m letting you figure out,” Oliver said gently. “Clark, I’m making it no secret that my feelings for you go beyond friendship . . . but I can see that you’re confused.” He pressed his lips together. “However, I do want to know where you stand. Come to the party with me. And that night, give me your answer. You have a week to decide on what you want.”
“Oliver,” Clark said but Oliver was quick to cut him off.
“I’m an understanding man, Clark,” Oliver said, “Your decision will not affect my decision to back your mother. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a done deal. She is doing to do a lot of good for this country and I want to see her in office. I never mix business and pleasure Clark, you can be assured.”
Clark nodded. “I wasn’t worried about that . . . it’s just . . . I’m not sure what to do when it comes to us.”
“Clark, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Oliver stated, “I know there’s more on your side too. As I said, I get it . . . but I won’t wait any longer than that night. Tell me you don’t want to go further and I will stop pursuing you . . . but I won’t allow you to toy around with my feelings.”
“That makes sense,” Clark agreed. “I would be more than happy to join you at the party.”
“Great,” Oliver said, “I will call you with the details.”
“Do you have my number?” Clark asked.
“I have your cell phone number courtesy Lois,” Oliver assured him.
Clark smiled and stood up. “I will talk to you soon then.”
“You can count on it,” Oliver replied, smiling.
Giving Oliver a smile, he entered the elevator and waved as the doors closed. As the elevator descended, he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.
For the first time in weeks, he felt happy and at peace. As he found a secluded area so he could get home, he had to stop himself from acting like a dork.
Even with Lana, he had never felt so giddy . . . right now, he just felt as if he could fly. So he did. Before he knew it, he was in the air. Oh My God . . . I’m flying. The one power he was never able to get a hold on . . . now he had.
And it felt amazing. To be in the air, to soar with the birds . . . he loved the feeling it gave him. Clark made sure he was careful, as so not to run into any planes or be spotted.
Finding the farm, he landed right into the loft. He felt breathless. “I can fly,” he murmured.
It was about time.