Title: A Twist of Fate
Pairing/Characters: Clark Kent/Oliver Queen
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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 4
Before he could rejoice about his new ability, he heard footsteps and looking up, he saw his mother at the top of the steps.
Then his heart stopped. He had to tell her that he was going to show up to her party with Oliver. Please, please don’t let her be mad.
Clark knew he would not be able to take it if she was disappointed or disgusted with him. Then again, he was betting that she would have a better reaction than his father would have, if he were alive. His mom had grown up in Metropolis . . . there was a high probability she would b more understanding about this.
“I heard you come in,” his mother said.
“Yeah, I just got home,” Clark said. “I thought you were in Metropolis all day . . .”
“My business finished early,” Martha said. “You looked worried . . . is everything okay?”
He sat on the couch. “Actually, mom, there is something I need to talk to you about.” He forced a laugh. “And you might want to be sitting down for this.”
Concern etched on her features, Martha nodded and took the seat next to him. “Is everything okay?”
“That depends on your point of view,” Clark said, smiling. “First of all . . . I . . . I flew today mom.”
She gasped. “You flew? How . . .”
“I don’t know,” Clark said, “I just felt like flying and before I knew it, I was airborne.”
“That’s great,” Martha said, “I know that’s the one ability you’ve been having difficulty with. I’m proud of you for mastering it. But I don’t see why you were nervous about my reaction.”
“There’s more,” Clark said slowly. He took a deep breath, “Yesterday, when I went to give Oliver the papers, he asked me to the ball. And I said yes.”
“But I didn’t see you there,” his mom pointed out, “He was with Lois.”
“I know,” Clark said, “I didn’t show up . . . it turned out that the person behind what happened recently was an escapee from the Phantom Zone. I was a little tied up so I couldn’t make the appointment.” Seeing his mom frown, he added, “Don’t worry, I went and apologized today . . . he is not upset or anything.”
Biting his lip, he added, “But he did ask me to that party that Lionel is hosting for you.”
“And I’m assuming you agreed to go,” Martha concluded. “Clark, I had no idea . . . when have you started showing interest in men?”
“I don’t know mom,” Clark said, “Oliver’s the first one . . . and I did say yes. I just wanted you to know . . . are you mad?”
“No sweetie, of course not,” Martha replied hurriedly. “It was just shocking. But if this makes you happy, then I support you.” She smiled warmly. “So are the two of you . . .”
“I don’t know,” Clark confessed. “Oliver is leaving that up to me. We were going to go to the ball as friends . . . I asked him about this one and he said that he wants more but he’s leaving the decision up to me. He did say that he wants an answer by that night, on whether or not I want more.”
“And what do you want?” His mom’s voice was gentle and supportive, not a hint of disapproval and Clark was grateful to have such an understanding mother.
“It’s confusing,” Clark said. “Mom, I’ve spent most of my life in love with Lana and I always thought I was interested in women . . . just women. Now, I’m feeling things that I don’t understand and I do want more but I’m scared.”
“It looks like Oliver Queen gets that too,” Martha commented. “That’s why he’s letting you set the pace.”
“I don’t know why he’s being so patient with me,” Clark said. “I mean, he’s Oliver Queen.”
“Clark, I’ve always known you’re special,” Martha said, “And it has nothing to do with your abilities . . . I’m not too surprised that Oliver saw that too.”
Clark blushed. “You’re my mom, which makes you biased.”
“I’m being honest,” Martha said. “Clark, if you think Oliver can make you happy, you should go for it. In life we can be as cautious as we want but when it comes to our hearts . . . well, sometimes, risks should be taken.”
“You’re not bothered by me showing up with another man to your party?” Clark wondered aloud. “I mean, this could be damaging to you.”
“It won’t,” Martha promised him. She paused. “What decision are you going to tell Oliver?”
“Not sure,” Clark said, “I’ll have to think about it.”
“Just follow your heart, Clark,” Martha advised. “And it won’t lead you astray.”
He hugged his mother. “Thanks mom. I love you.”
“I love you too,” his mother replied, returning the embrace. “Don’t worry, Clark, everything will be just fine.”
Moving away slowly, he gave her a bright smile. As they fell into easy conversation about their lives, he could only hope that she was right.
The conversation made Clark feel a lot better but really, he still had his doubts. There were some things that a person couldn’t talk about with their mother. No, he needed someone else for that . . . he needed advice that his mother just couldn’t give. Advice he could only get from one person.
So that’s how he found himself at Chloe’s apartment the following day. He had called in advance and pleaded for some free time, saying that he really needed to talk to her. She was more than willing and they made a plan to meet for lunch.
He picked up soup and sandwiches from a deli that they both enjoyed and met her at her apartment. She promised Lois wouldn’t be around so they could have a private conversation.
“All right, Clark,” Chloe stated, as they ate. “What’s going on?”
Taking a deep breath, he recapped what had happened with Oliver. He was nervous at what she would think but once he started, he kept going until he reached the end of the story. Then, he avoided her gaze, unsure of what he would see there.
“Oh My God,” Chloe breathed. “Clark . . . you and Oliver Queen? Wow . . . that’s . . . I didn’t see that coming at all.”
“Are you disgusted?” he asked, still not meeting her eyes.
“Disgusted?” Chloe repeated, shocked. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I’m interested in another man,” Clark replied worriedly.
“Clark, I’m not homophobic,” Chloe said patiently. The gentleness of her tone gave him courage to meet her eyes, which were filled with nothing but understanding. “I am, however, surprised at this new development. When did you start liking men?”
“That’s the question of the week,” Clark joked weakly. He sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know . . . I’ve never felt this way before. It’s just there’s something about him.”
Chloe grinned. “Well, you certainly have good taste . . . I’ve seen pictures and that man is gorgeous.”
Clark blushed. “Chloe!”
“Oh come now, Clark,” Chloe teased. “I mean, this whole helping save the world thing is fun and all but now I find that I can talk to you about cute boys too. We shall be even greater friends.”
“I would rather not,” Clark laughed. “I still don’t think I’m the gossiping type . . . I’ll leave that duty to Lois.”
Chloe giggled. “If you say so . . . so tell me, what do you need to talk to me about? I mean, it seems as if you have everything figured out already. He’s attracted to you and you want him . . . I think that the decision should a done deal.”
“I don’t know, Chloe,” Clark sighed. “It is just . . . something is holding me back.”
“Is it Lana?” Chloe asked. “I mean, this is the first person you’ve been attracted to since the two of you broke up. If you still have feelings for her, I can understand that that could complicate matters with any potential relationship you would have with Oliver.”
“It’s not Lana,” Clark confessed. “I mean, truth be told, Chloe . . . I think I’m getting over Lana.”
“And miracles do happen!” Chloe exclaimed. “Clark Kent admitting that he is moving on from Lana Lang . . . stop the presses!”
“It’s not that monumental,” Clark argued. Seeing her raise an eyebrow, he conceded. “Okay, I’ve been whining over her for years, I get it. But . . . it’s a good thing, right? Moving on?”
“It’s definitely a good thing,” Chloe confirmed. “Lana’s moved on . . . who says that you shouldn’t too? Though, if you ask me, you definitely got the better end of the deal.” She grinned. “You have to give me all the details after your date.”
“I will,” Clark promised. He paused. “So I’m going to do this? Tell him I want more?”
“I say go for it,” Chloe urged. “But only if this is what you want, Clark. Don’t let anyone pressure you.”
Clark thought of Oliver’s smirk and his beautiful brown eyes and how, even though he had met him a few times, he could see what a nice person he was. Yet, he still was a bit nervous.
“Clark,” Chloe said slowly. “You still have a few days . . . you don’t have to make the decision now. Think it over. You’ve gotten my advice and your mom’s advice . . . take our words, listen to your heart and I am confident that you’ll make the right choice.”
“Thanks Chloe,” Clark said gratefully. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Trust me, Clark, you’re never going to have to find out,” Chloe said, with a smile. “So, other than meeting hot billionaires, what else have you been up to?”
Clark’s eye lit up. “Oh, I have some news actually.”
“More exciting than Oliver?” Chloe questioned, seeing his eagerness.
“Well,” Clark said casually. “If you think that me being able to finally fly is more exciting . . .”
“Clark!” Chloe said excitedly. “You can fly?”
He nodded, which of course, prompted her to ask for all the details. When she found out his flying was due to his encounter with Oliver, she teased him to no end.
“And you’re actually having doubts?” Chloe asked incredulously. “I mean, this guy makes you fly . . . literally! Lana never did that.”
“I know,” Clark said, his face heating up. “But it’s confusing, Chloe. I mean, I’m just getting over Lana. To jump into another relationship . . .”
“Just think about this, Clark,” Chloe advised. “Right now, though, I want to focus on the flying!”
Clark laughed and answered all the questions his best friend tossed his way. They had a pleasant afternoon together and Clark felt blessed he had some wonderful people in his life.
The following days flew by and Oliver was on his mind at every free moment, as was the upcoming “date”.
The big day arrived and he was silently thankful his mother had dragged him out to buy more formal clothes. She knew that since she was going to be in the spotlight more often, he may need appropriate attire, ones that weren’t made of flannel.
So one day she had dragged him shopping and after a few very painful hours, he had more formal clothes.
Either way, he was prepared. For that evening, he picked out a pair of dark pants, a pinstripe gray shirt and topped it off with a dark gray jacket.
Using a little bit of gel, he styled his hair and was pretty pleased with the end result. Oliver had called and said that he would pick him up at the farm. Of course, only after he made a few jokes about him actually being there, which had Clark blushing and grateful that they were talking over the phone and not in person.
Clark had offered to meet Oliver at the penthouse but Oliver had declined, saying that he was going to pick him up. Unable to refuse, and a little excited at getting to spend some time alone with him, Clark had agreed.
Oliver was prompt and when Clark heard the knock at the door, he couldn’t help the flurry of excitement that ran through his veins.
Glancing in the mirror one last time, he made his way to the door and pulled it opened. And had a hard time acting cool. The man on the other side looked absolutely wonderful, in a pair of black pants, a white dress shirt, a black tie and a black jacket.
“Hi,” he said. “You’re right on time.”
“And you’re actually here,” Oliver teased and Clark laughed. Oliver’s eyes ran up and down his body appreciatively. His intense gaze sent a shiver down Clark’s spine.
Oliver’s eyes met his. “You look absolutely amazing.”
“Thanks,” Clark replied. “So do you.”
“Ready to go?” Oliver asked, with a grin. Clark nodded and followed him outside, where a black stretch limo was waiting.
A man, who Clark assumed to be the driver, opened the door for them as they approached. Oliver moved and allowed Clark to get inside first, and slid in after him.
The door shut and Clark smiled, as the limo started to move. Now what? He barely knew the man sitting next to him so what was he supposed to say?
“So Clark,” Oliver said, as if sensing how uncomfortable he was. “Tell me about yourself.”
Turning toward Oliver, he smiled. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” Oliver said softly, giving him a smile of his own.
Clark couldn’t help the blush that flooded his cheeks. He had never felt this way with anyone before, not even Lana. Oliver’s voice was filled with such sincerity and those brown eyes did things to him that he never suspected were possible. With just a glance, Oliver Queen could unravel him and that still took him aback.
“I think,” Clark teased, managed to find his voice, “You may have to be more specific.”
“Let’s start out with the basics then,” Oliver stated.
“Oliver, would I be wrong in saying that you know all the basics?” Clark questioned. Seeing Oliver’s confused expression, he continued. “I mean, you don’t seem like the type to go into a situation blind . . . I’m assuming you know a lot more about me than you’re letting on.”
“You are just something else,” Oliver said admiringly. “I have to admit I did do a bit of research.”
“All right then,” Clark said, feeling a lot more relaxed. He just hoped Oliver hadn’t uncovered anything too serious. “Then I should be asking you what you know about me. I can fill in the blanks if you let me know what information you already have.”
For some reason, he was not upset at Oliver looking him up as much as he was flattered.
“I know that you were adopted by the Kents after the meteor shower,” Oliver said slowly. Seeing Clark nod, seemingly not upset, he went on. “I know you’re 19 years old and graduated from Smallville High. I know that you enrolled in Central Kansas State University but dropped out after your father passed away and I know that you had plans to go to Metropolis University this fall before they closed down due to the Dark Thursday disaster.”
It was the last fact that had Clark raising an eyebrow. Very few people knew of his plans to return to school. His decision to return to school had been a spontaneous one, made after his breakup with Lana. He was trying to reorganize his life and he knew the best place to start was continuing his education.
His mom had been fully in support of his plan, as she hadn’t been pleased with him leaving his education in the first place. She knew it was necessary at the time but they both realized that, as much as he loved the farm, he couldn’t stay there forever.
So he filled out an application for Metropolis University and when he had been picking a major, he remembered how much he loved investigating with Chloe and chose journalism.
Being accepted was both a surprise and a thrill. He had told his mother and Chloe of his plans but no one else. But then again, this was Oliver Queen. His resources would’ve found this out easily.
“After my father died,” Clark said slowly, seeing the blonde had stopped talking. “I felt that I should help take care of the farm so I left school. My mom is highly in favor of education so she wasn’t too thrilled but I’m stubborn . . . she couldn’t change my mind.” He sighed, never having told anyone this before. But Oliver had such a friendly demeanor that Clark couldn’t resist being open with him.
“Recently, though, I just knew I needed more,” Clark continued. “So I applied to Metropolis University. My best friend goes there so I knew the transition wouldn’t be so bad.” He gave Oliver a wry smile. “Then Dark Thursday happened so I’m just waiting for the school to open again.”
“Those are some brave decisions you made,” Oliver noted.
“It’s no big deal,” Clark replied.
“I knew from the moment I saw you that you were something special,” Oliver told him. “My first instinct was correct.”
Fighting off a blush, Clark joked, “You know, I know that I owe you a decision tonight so if you’re trying to butter me up, I can see through your tactics.”
“I’m just being honest, Clark,” Oliver said, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“So what about you?” Clark said, quickly changing the topic before he could embarrass himself too much. “Don’t I get to know about you?”
“My life is an open book,” Oliver proclaimed. He smirked. “I’m sure it’s been splashed in the media enough anyway.”
“I don’t care what they say,” Clark interrupted. “I don’t want to know the man that the media portrays . . . I’m sure they’re inaccurate in almost every way . . . I’d like to know you and I want to hear what you have to say.”
Oliver looked surprised at Clark’s declaration. “Most people don’t,” Oliver said cautiously. “They like what they read about.”
“I thought we just established I’m not most people,” Clark said pointedly. “And if we haven’t already, I’m not.”
“Yes, you really aren’t,” Oliver murmured.
Green eyes met brown and Clark’s heart fluttered at the emotions in Oliver’s eyes. He wanted to know everything about the man sitting next to him and the feelings were just a bit overwhelming.
One thing was for certain: this would not be a night he would soon forget.