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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Oliver was stunned at how much he revealed about himself on the drive to the party. Never before had he willingly shared so much about his life with anyone. But Clark Kent wasn’t like any other person he had ever met before, he was unique . . . special.
Ever since his parents’ death, he had closed himself, not revealing more than necessary to the outside world. But Clark was not everyone else . . . and Oliver couldn’t help but have feelings for him.
He knew that that night, Clark was going to give him an answer on whether he wanted more. Oliver could only hope that the younger man would say ‘yes’ because he knew he was already falling for him.
The drive was wonderful and Clark was great company. In fact, Oliver was almost regretful when they arrived at their destination. Because he knew that though they would be together, there would be constant interruptions and they would not really get a chance to talk.
That was why he was so insistent on picking Clark up at the farm . . . that way, he could at least get some private time with the brunette.
And what a lovely time it was. Too bad that it was limited. However, he knew that they were expected at the party and as much as he would love to, they couldn’t bail.
As he suspected, there was a huge crowd by the time they arrived. They got a few surprised glances but other than that, nobody really blinked an eye.
In fact, Clark was surprised at the calm reaction that he received by walking in with Oliver. He had been nervous but it seemed that Oliver was right about the super rich not really being overly moralistic. For that, he was relieved.
Lionel had been already forewarned by his mother that Clark was attending with Oliver so he didn’t blink an eye either.
To their surprise, the first person they encountered was none other than Lois.
“Hey you two,” she greeted them. She looked lovely in a black dress. In retrospect, Clark should’ve expected her, considering she was his mother’s Chief of Staff. But as far as he knew, she supported them and Oliver had even confessed her encouraging him to pursue Clark. So he knew that it was fine.
“Hi Lois,” Clark responded, with a smile. Oliver too gave her a grin.
“You guys are here together, huh?” Lois asked, with a wicked smile. “First date?”
“Well, I’m not sure about that,” Oliver chipped in, glancing at Clark. “We’re here together . . . but the date part? That would be up to your friend here.”
“So,” Lois said, immediately directing her questions toward him. “Is this a date?”
“We’ll see,” Clark said, remaining vague. Oliver pouted. “Nice try, Queen . . . I’m onto your tricks. You won’t get your answer until after the party.”
“You two are too cute,” Lois said, clearly delighted.
“Cute?” Clark echoed.
“Come along,” Oliver said. “Let’s mingle . . . and Lois, remember, this is a party.”
“I can take care of myself,” Lois protested. “Besides, I would really don’t want to interrupt your date.”
“You’re not interrupting,” Clark responded. “We can all hang out together. Besides, the fact that you mistook Oliver for a courier, I really think it’s best we keep an eye on you.”
“Fine, fine,” Lois said, giving in. “I know the rules . . . stay away from religion, politics and bad dye jobs.”
Clark chuckled at her indignant expression. “Let’s go then.”
The trio wandered around, meeting several different people. They were talking among themselves when they heard a voice.
“Ollie,” a man in a suit said, walking toward them, with a woman by his side. “We haven’t seen you in such a long time.”
“Hello,” Oliver said politely.
“Hi Oliver,” the woman said. Clark didn’t recognize either one of them.
“Mr. Westcott and his wife,” Oliver said smoothly, “I’d like you to introduce you to my guest for the evening, Clark Kent and Lois Lane.”
“Simon Westcott,” the man said, extending a hand toward Clark.
“It’s a pleasure,” Clark said, shaking the offered hand.
“Likewise,” Mr. Westcott said. “You’re Senator Kent’s son, correct?”
“I am,” Clark confirmed.
“And you must be her chief of staff,” he commented, turning toward Lois. “It’s a pleasure.”
“Likewise,” Lois replied. “So I wanted to tell you that I thought you were so eloquent at the Congressional indictment hearings. Sorry about your oil tanker. I’d hate to be a pelican at that harbor, huh?”
Clark had to refrain from groaning aloud. Both the Westcotts looked taken aback and Oliver shook his head.
“Well, we’re going to go,” Oliver said, trying rectify the situation. “That’s our cue.” Practically dragging Lois away, Clark shot them an apologetic smile before following them.
“I guess I forgot to add public humiliation to the list of cocktail-party don’t,” Oliver said dryly, once all three of them were in a more private area.
Clark couldn’t help the chuckle at Lois’ frown.
“I’m going to go get us some drinks,” Oliver said. “Clark, I trust you’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t talk to anyone?”
“I can do that,” Clark assured him.
“I’m standing right here, you know,” Lois said pointedly.
“We know,” Oliver and Clark said in unison.
Oliver winked at Clark and walked away, leaving Clark with Lois.
“So Smallville,” Lois teased. “Should I say I told you so now or later?”
“Lois,” Clark said.
“No, no, no,” Lois replied, “This is my moment . . . what did you say? Oh, Lois, I’m interested in women . . . you’re absolutely nuts if you think Oliver is checking me out. I was so right.”
“Fine,” Clark said grudgingly, “You were right.”
“See,” Lois said, with a teasing smile. “Was that so difficult?”
Clark was about to respond when he accidentally bumped into someone, who turned out to be the one carrying around flutes of champagne.
Unfortunately for him, one of the glasses tipped, a bit of champagne spilling on his jacket.
“I’m so sorry, Sir,” the man apologized.
“It was my fault,” Clark replied, with a grin. The man nodded and kept walking.
“Nice work, Smallville,” Lois commented. “You better go and make sure that doesn’t stain.”
Clark nodded and stared at her warily. “Don’t get yourself into trouble, okay?”
“I’ll be good,” Lois told him. Giving her one last glance, he made his way to the restroom.
Dabbing a little water on his jacket, his hearing picked up Lionel’s voice introducing his mother. Smiling, he prepared to make his way back, not wanting to miss his mother’s speech.
Then suddenly, everything went dark. What is going on?
Hearing a scream, he walked toward the main area, in time to see Lois run out. Knowing her reckless attitude and worried about her safety, he pushed past the frantic crowd and got to the hallway.
To see Lois grabbing onto something, as a man in green leather disappeared.
“Lois,” he said, catching her attention.
“Smallville,” Lois said, surprised.
“What happened?” he questioned. “I leave the room for a minute and everything goes haywire?”
“Your mom was going to make her speech,” Lois explained, walking toward him. “And then the lights went out and this guy came out of nowhere, snatching her necklace.”
“That was the guy who just disappeared then,” Clark surmised.
“Yeah, I didn’t seem to catch up with him though,” Lois said, resigned. “The necklace is gone.”
Clark was disappointed in himself. If he had been around, he knew he could’ve caught up to that guy.
“Don’t worry, Lois,” Clark said quickly, “It wasn’t your fault.”
Even if he wanted to say more, he wouldn’t have been able to. Security guards and people showed up to check up on them.
Along with the crowd came a very worried looking Oliver.
“Are you guys okay?” Oliver questioned.
“We’re fine,” Lois told him.
“The lights went out so suddenly,” Oliver stated, “And I had no idea where you two disappeared to. What happened anyway?”
“You’d have to ask Lois,” Clark said, “I got here at the last minute . . . I have no clue what’s going on myself.”
Oliver nodded and that was when the guards started asking questions. Finally, after rounds of questioning, they were able to leave, Lois going back to the penthouse with them, at Clark’s insistence.
Not long after they got there, yet another guard showed up, insisting on questioning Lois.
Oliver and Clark waited patiently as Lois was interrogated, Clark fighting the urge to kick the guy out. Lois may bug him at times, but she was his best friend and he cared a lot about her.
But she proved that she could handle her own, just as she had so many times before.
“I couldn’t ID the guy,” Lois was saying. “But he didn’t exactly stay around to chat.”
“You told Mr. Luthor that you almost caught him,” the man, who was a Safetex Security guard, argued. “Yet you expect me to believe that you didn’t see anything?”
“Look,” Lois said coolly. “Lionel Luthor pays Safetex, what? A gazillion dollars for personal security? So don’t blame me if you let a boy scout with an archery badge crash his party.”
Clark was about to interfere but sensing the tension, Oliver did so first.
“Ok, I think Ms Lane has made her point,” Oliver interrupted. “Wouldn’t you say?” The man looked at him and Oliver just smiled. “She’ll call you if she remembers anything.” The man, realizing he wasn’t getting anywhere left.
“Evening,” Oliver murmured.
Both men turned their attention back to Lois, who was now smirking on the couch.
“So what aren’t you telling him?” Oliver asked curiously.
“I just nabbed the story of my life,” Lois said, standing up and pulled out a thick ring. “William Tell is not the only one who walked away with a serious party favor.”
Clark examined the ring. “Lois, is that safe to keep? He’ll notice it’s missing soon enough.”
“Oh come now, Smallville,” Lois said, “Do you want to nab this guy or not?”
“I do,” Clark confirmed. “I mean, the last thing I want is for my mother to be indebted to Lionel Luthor.”
“Yeah, well she should’ve thought of that before she accepted his help with the fundraising,” Oliver pointed out. “As for you, Lois . . . I mean, if that guy notices it’s missing, he’ll track you down. You could make yourself a target.”
“I can handle him,” Lois insisted.
“Fine,” Oliver said, realizing the true stubbornness of Lois Lane, “But if you’re really championing the causes of pick-pocketed billionaires, you may want to add a few more to the list.”
Clark glanced at Oliver, surprised. “Are you saying that Lionel Luthor isn’t the only victim?”
“Over a dozen of Metropolis’ who’s-who have been hit recently,” Oliver informed them.
“Good,” Clark replied, “Then we have some leads.”
“Not if all the victims were as uncooperative as Lionel Luthor,” Oliver said lightly. Seeing their puzzled expressions, he added, “Didn’t you find it strange that he didn’t call the police?”
Now that Clark thought about it, there hadn’t been any sign of the cops. Was that normal?
“Okay, this conversation is getting to be a little too intense,” Lois said. “The two of you enjoy the rest of your night . . . and don’t think too much about this, Smallville. I’m sure we’ll get it settled soon.”
“Are you leaving?” Clark asked.
“I do have a front page article that is missing a few details,” Lois told them. “So yes, I’m making my way home and before you even say anything, I will get back safely. You stay here. Good night boys.”
“Good night Lois,” Oliver said.
“Night Lois,” Clark said. And they were silent, as they watched her leave.
“She is interesting,” Oliver noted when they were alone again.
“It’s Lois,” Clark sighed. “She’s always putting herself in danger like this.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Oliver said. “She looks like she can take care of herself.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Clark said slowly. Then he smiled suddenly. “And I think I’m going to take her advice.”
“Which advice would that be?” Oliver questioned.
“To just forget about this guy for now,” Clark responded, with a cheeky smile. “The party’s over and I do believe I owe you an answer, Mr. Queen.”
Oliver smiled. “I believe you do . . . however, as our night was cut short, I do have to add in that I’m feeling a bit gypped.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Clark told him. “I’d already made my decision before leather boy interrupted our evening.”
Oliver’s cool demeanor vanished and Clark was shocked to see a tinge of anxiety creasing the blonde’s handsome features. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished and Oliver was composed again.
“Okay then,” Oliver said. “Let’s hear the verdict.”
“Oliver,” he said slowly. “I don’t really know how to say this.” Seeing the disappointment in Oliver’s chocolate brown eyes, he quickly closed the distance between them.
Pulling the blonde into his arms, he added, “So I’ve made a decision and I’ve realized no words are needed after all.”
“Clark?” Oliver said, disappointment turning into confusion.
“Ssshhh,” Clark said, placing a finger on Oliver’s lips. Removing his finger, he leaned forward and captured Oliver’s lips with his own.
Oliver froze for a moment but then reciprocated to the kiss and Clark quickly realized that the blonde was the best kisser he had ever had the pleasure of locking lips with. Whatever doubts he had were gone and he just delighted in the pleasure that Oliver’s soft lips were bringing him.
Eventually, they had to pull away, the need for air separating them. Oliver was staring at him intensely, brown eyes darkened with lust and Clark had to fight the urge to lick his lips at the sight.
“I have to admit I was not expecting that,” Oliver confessed. “But it definitely was not unwelcome. I’m hoping that it means that you want more . . . but if you treat all your friends that way, I don’t mind being on that list.” He smirked. “I will have to watch your other friends more closely though.”
“I want more,” Clark confirmed. “I won’t deny that I’m nervous as hell . . . but I can’t deny that there’s something between us.” ”
“We can take this as slow as you want, Clark,” Oliver told him.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Clark said shyly. “We’re together then?”
“We are definitely together,” Oliver replied, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re quite the sneaky one . . . I really thought that you were going to say ‘no’.”
Clark smiled. “I can be unpredictable too.”
“You definitely are,” Oliver agreed, sliding his arms around Clark’s back.
“So if we’re done talking,” Clark said suggestively. “Can I kiss you again?”
“You definitely may,” Oliver responded.
And as their lips met once more, Clark was content with the decision he had made.
It was the start of something new and Clark couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.