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Prompt #2 "Middles" Pt 7

The second to last part is here ... 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 7

Oliver Queen, clad in his Green Arrow costume, stood on a rooftop, watching his target below. Somehow, he had managed to escape Lois that afternoon and now, he had some work to do.

He aimed his arrow at the second building and used the cable to get across to the other side.

Once inside, he used one of his special arrows to dispense the laser security. Examining the necklace, he slowly pocketed and turned, ready to leave.

And froze. Because he wasn’t alone in the room. Now, he was facing none other than his boyfriend, who was walking toward him. Oh crap. Somehow, he had to get out of his situation, without hurting Clark. Too bad he had no idea how.

“Who are you?” Clark demanded.

“Haven’t you heard?” Oliver said, thankful his voice was masked by his distorter. “I’m the Green Arrow.”

Clark didn’t seem bothered. “Well,” his boyfriend said. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your cult status while it lasted.”

Clark, please don’t make me do this.

“I think you’re taking the whole neighborhood watch thing a bit too seriously,” Oliver said. He tried to walk past the brunette but was stopped by a hand on his chest, pushing him backwards

I’m so sorry, Clark. He didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend but he couldn’t risk being unmasked. If he could just push Clark down, he could leave and nobody would get hurt.

He lifted his hand in a punch but his hand was caught by Clark’s. And was shocked when he found he couldn’t move.

Effortlessly, Clark threw him across the room and he must’ve hit something when he landed, because the alarms were set off. But he was too focused on what had just happened with Clark.

Clark, who was staring at the Green Arrow, standing still as the alarms continued to blare. He had been waiting for the Green Arrow and as suspected, he turned up.

The Green Arrow got up slowly.

“That was fun,” the Green Arrow commented. “Looks like I’m not the only one with a secret.” Clark tilted his head in confusion at that statement.

“I hate to break it to you tough guy, but you’re on the wrong side,” the Green Arrow told him, with a smirk. Why does that smirk seem so familiar?

“I’m not sure the police would agree,” Clark responded.

“Look around you, Beav,” the Green Arrow said, with a wave of his arm. “The days of the good guy running the show are over.”

In a smooth move, the Green Arrow fired an arrow but Clark caught it easily. This definitely threw the Green Arrow back and Clark’s eyes drifted from the arrow in his hand to the shocked expression of the man in front of him.

Hearing footsteps, the Green Arrow fired another arrow but the guard he fired it at wasn’t so invulnerable.

When the arrow hit its target, they heard a moan and Clark spun around, quickly making his way toward the fallen man.

The security guard nodded, gesturing toward the window and Clark looked back to see that the now empty area.

The Green Arrow had escaped.

What the hell was that? Oliver didn’t stop until he reached his penthouse and was just too taken aback at the whole situation.

Clark had caught his arrow with one hand and the sharp point hadn’t even pieced his skin. Apparently, there was more to his new boyfriend than he thought. Fortunately, Clark got distracted with the guard so he could escape but otherwise, he was extremely close to being unmasked.

Who would’ve thought? Certainly not him . . . Clark Kent was definitely no ordinary farm boy.

“If anyone can handle this Green Arrow, it’s me.” Clark really wasn’t kidding when he said that.

So what was he going to do now?

How could I have let him get away? Thoughts of the Green Arrow plagued Clark all night long and he could barely sleep.

He had slipped up, had let himself get distracted and the Green Arrow had managed to escape. What was worse was that the Green Arrow knew that there was something unusual about him and so even though he hadn’t seen who was underneath the glasses, he knew who he was.

The first thing he did in the morning was go see Chloe, who he filled in on the situation. She was stunned too.

“So, how’d you let this guy slip through your fingers?” she wanted to know.

“This Green Arrow Bandit’s got a lot of gadgets,” Clark replied.

“Gadgets?” Chloe repeated, “Against the Man of Steel?”

“He’s good, all right?” Clark said, not wanting to admit his own stupidity.

“Fine,” Chloe said, “Backing off.” She shook her head. “The Green Arrow Bandit? Is that really the name Lois came up with? If you ask me, I’d lose the ‘Bandit’ but not my story.”

“You know,” Clark said curiously. “With your competitive streak, I’m surprised you forfeited this one to Lois.”

“Ha!” Chloe said, as they approached her desk. “Lois? Competition? I’m chalking this one up to pro bono.”

“Yeah, right,” Clark said, smiling.

“Okay, so idle hands aren’t really my thing,” Chloe conceded. “I got the Safetex report on the arrows. They’re made from an advanced titanium alloy that is untraceable.” Clark refrained from groaning aloud . . . this guy was intelligent, he had to give him that.

“What about the ring?” Clark asked, trying to be optimistic.

“None of the shots I scanned on my computer came out to have a clean image,” Chloe responded. And then she grinned wickedly. “However, I may have forgotten to mention to Lois that my computer is compiling them to render a new one.”

Clark chuckled. “Not competitive huh?”

“A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do,” Chloe replied.

“I’ll just be happy when we find this guy,” Clark said, a slight frown creasing his features. He would’ve said more but his cell phone went off at the moment.

Smiling apologetically at Chloe, he picked it up.

“Kent,” he answered.

“Hey Clark.” It was Oliver.

“Oliver, hi,” Clark replied. “What’s up?”

“I just didn’t hear from you after you left yesterday,” Oliver replied. “And I want to see how you’re doing.”

“I’m okay,” Clark told him. “And you?”

“Not too bad,” Oliver said. “Just sorting some stuff out . . . any leads on that Green Arrow?”

“None,” Clark lied. “Yesterday, I didn’t really get to focus on the case but I’m working on it.”

Oliver sounded off as he replied, “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah,” Clark agreed. “Anyway, I have to go . . . got some stuff to do but I’ll call you later?”

“Works for me,” Oliver said. Saying goodbye, Clark hung up and turned back to Chloe, who was watching him with a bemused expression on her face.

“Lying to the boyfriend already?” Chloe asked.

“It’s not like I can tell him the truth,” Clark pointed out. “He’d freak . . .” Clark shook his head. “I don’t know how I could’ve believed I can get into another relationship . . . the cycle has started again.”

“Clark, don’t doubt your instincts now,” Chloe said quickly. “I’m sure you’ll get over this . . . you two are still new. Don’t give up on what has barely even started.”

“I guess you’re right,” Clark said. Truth be told, he really liked Oliver and wasn’t willing to part with him just yet. He really wanted to see where this relationship was going . . . he could already tell Oliver was different than Lana.

Maybe, in due time, he would even be able to tell the blonde his secret. But he had to take it a day at a time. Something he hadn’t done before but he was ready to try.

Chloe smiled, ready to say something but her cell phone cut her off.

She glanced at the ID and smiled. “It’s Lois,” she told Clark and he nodded understandingly.

“Lois hey,” she said. Suddenly her expression changed and she quickly turned to Clark. “Clark, she’s in trouble.”

His eyes widened and he quickly got out of the Planet, heading at full speed to Lois’ apartment. Entering, he found he was too late . . . the cell phone on the ground was the only sign that Lois had been there.

There was a knock on the door and his boyfriend’s familiar voice filled the room.


Looking up at Oliver, he frowned. “Looks like someone took her,” he said.

“Took her?” Oliver repeated, “What are you talking about? Who would do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Clark stated. “The Green Arrow.”

Oliver turned his back to Clark. “What makes you think he’d have anything to do with this?”

Clark scoffed. “He’s wanted all over town for armed robbery,” Clark reminded him. “Lois is the one who publicly threatened to unmask the guy. I guess he doesn’t live by a code of honor.”

“Because it’s not the same as yours?” Oliver challenged, spinning suddenly. Brown eyes met green and Clark was taken aback at the bitterness in Oliver’s tone.

“Maybe,” Oliver went on. “If you were as interested in finding out about this guy as you were in catching him, you would’ve realized that everything he’s stolen so far has been bought off the black market.”

“You’re saying Lionel’s necklace is . . .?” Clark trailed off.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what’s I’m saying,” Oliver responded. “You’ve been on this hunt to return it to its original thief.”

Clark pressed his lips together. “You think Lionel took her?”

“I think there are a lot of people out there that would go to any length to catch the Green Arrow,” Oliver told him.

A part of him was wondering why Oliver was defending the Green Arrow so strongly. It was confusing but before he could ask, his cell phone went off.

Oliver’s did too. “I gotta go,” Oliver muttered but Clark wasn’t paying attention, too busy picking up his own phone call, even more focused when he saw his best friend’s name on the caller ID.

“Chloe,” he said, “It’s too late. There’s no sign of her.”

“Well,” Chloe’s voice came from the other end. “I might have something that will help . . . the image of the ring finally rendered and I’m sending it to you right now.” There was a beeping and Clark saw the image, the blood draining from his face, and he was immensely relieved this was a phone conversation.

“It’s a family crest,” Chloe continued, “the only problem is ye old crest-makers weren’t very creative. I mean, there’s thousands of them and they’re all practically identical. It’s going to take me a while to track this one down.”

“I’ve seen this before,” Clark managed to say.

And he sped off, ignoring Chloe’s voice calling out his name repeatedly.

He reached his destination within minutes . . . Oliver Queen’s penthouse. Entering into the main living room and his eyes fell upon the crest that he saw in the picture Chloe sent him.

Switching to x-ray vision, he scanned the room and his eyes fell upon a particular area. The huge clock was apparently a sliding door and using a bit of force, he pushed it apart. Behind the door was a huge assortment of archery equipment and gadgets. He walked in slowly and approached a table, where several newspaper articles detailing the exploits of the Green Arrow laid.

On an overhead monitor, he saw a locator, which was tracking the location of a SafeTex vehicle.

How could he have not seen this coming? His new boyfriend . . . the Green Arrow. He knew he had seen that smirk before and that explained why Ollie was so protective of the Green Arrow. It also explained why he sounded so off on the phone.

Clark groaned . . . this was going to get complicated fast. What was he going to do?

Well, he knew what his immediate course of action was and that was to make sure that Lois was okay.

To his surprise, he found both Lois and Oliver together, him decked out in his Green Arrow gear. He was relieved she was okay . . . apparently, Oliver had managed to save her. But his relief was temporary when he noticed Lois was dangerously close to unmasking Oliver.

Though he didn’t want to do it, he couldn’t let his boyfriend be exposed so he aimed his heat vision at the lights, knocking them out one by one. The darkness allowed the Green Arrow to escape and Clark too sped away after taking one last look at the scene.

Standing in the middle of the road, he waited patiently as Oliver’s motorbike made its way to him. The motorbike stopped in front of him.

“Oliver Queen,” Clark said slowly. “You owe me one.”

The figure froze and removed his helmet, and he was met with the brown eyes of his boyfriend. At least, he thought he was his boyfriend . . . he didn’t know where they stood and he was a little too nervous to ask.

“That was you on the roof?” Oliver asked, completely oblivious to his thought process. Clark didn’t say anything, just stared at him.

“Why’d you let me get away?” Oliver questioned.

Clark raised an arrow and handed it to him. “I’m not sure Lois would understand why her new friend leads a double life,” he said seriously.

“Or why one of her other best friends does the same thing?” Oliver retorted, taking the arrow. “I think we’re even.” Oliver dropped his gaze, putting the arrow away.

“We’ll be even when you return what you stole from Lionel,” Clark said calmly, effectively gaining his attention once more.

Clark wanted to say more, ask more questions but instead, he just turned around and walked away, knowing that Oliver’s eyes were trained on him the entire time.

Finding an isolated area, he supersped back home. He was miserable . . . he may have gotten answers but in the process, he had lost his boyfriend.

Why would Oliver want to be with him anymore? He wasn’t normal . . . he had seen him have crazy abilities . . . nobody would want to be with someone like him.

Clark entered his loft and reflected on the past couple of days. He thought it could be different this time around but it would never be different. Even if Oliver and he had a chance, Oliver would have questions . . . questions he couldn’t answer just yet.

He was only hoping that Oliver would keep what he had seen to himself. Otherwise, he would be in even bigger trouble. Granted, he had Oliver’s secret in his hands too but his was so much more dangerous.

But he knew that he would never reveal Oliver’s secret to anyone, including Chloe. Chloe. Clark groaned when he realized that she had the photos . . . but if he was lucky, she hadn’t analyzed them just yet.

Clark knew what he had to do, no matter how much he abhorred the idea.

He waited until everyone was gone and then snuck into the Daily Planet and found his best friend’s computer easily. Hacking in was not as hard as he thought and soon, all her files of the ring were deleted. And he got rid of the back-ups too.

Though he was completely sickened with himself, he knew that this was just a necessary step. I’m sorry, Chloe. He knew what it was like to keep a secret and he just couldn’t betray Oliver’s.

Once at home again, he went straight to bed. The phone calls didn’t stop and he ended up just switching of his phone. He really didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Right now, he wanted to forget and just get some sleep.

He was probably overreacting. Oliver hadn’t said anything yet . . . he knew he should talk to him before making any assumptions or rash decisions but he didn’t have the courage to confront him just yet.

So he’d do it in the morning, if he got the nerve.

You’re lying. He probably was . . . he was never good at talking about his powers.

Maybe some people were just meant to be alone. With that thought, he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

Damn you Kent, pick up. Oliver glared at his phone as yet another call went to the answering machine. Before it had rung . . . now it just went straight to the voicemail, making Oliver believe Clark had switched off his phone.

It was late . . . he should really be in bed. But Clark had left so suddenly and he needed to hear the brunette’s voice. Not once did Clark ask about their relationship and Oliver desperately wanted to find out where they stood.

To find out that Clark had these powers just made him more amazing in his eyes but he didn’t know how Clark felt about him being the Green Arrow. He didn’t seem to approve of his alter ego.

He still saved you from Lois though. That thought alone comforted him but it wasn’t good enough. He really liked Clark . . . and he didn’t want to lose him because of this.

There’s no point in wasting your time . . . he obviously needs time. Get some sleep and confront him in the morning.

That was exactly what he would do. Clark didn’t seem like the confrontation type but he handled confrontations just fine. He wanted answers and he was going to get them . . . from Clark. If the brunette didn’t want to talk about his abilities, fine.

He wanted to know about their relationship and he was not going to be left hanging.

Pleased with himself, he slipped into bed. Tomorrow, he would get some answers.

And hoped that by the end of the day, he’d still have a boyfriend.
Tags: category: slash, challenge: fanfic100, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: a twist of fate
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