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Another chapter! I have to say again how much I appreciate all the readers who are constantly reviewing every chapter. It's so nice of you all! So thank you! Hope you like this one.

Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
Previous Chapters: Here

Chapter 9

Even before the date was over, Clark knew that soul mate or not, Lois was not the woman for him. The food was good, the conversation pleasant but there was just no chemistry. Currently, they were having dessert- Lois had ordered the tiramisu while Clark’s love for ice cream had led him down the gelato path.

“Try this,” Lois insisted, holding up a spoon of her tiramisu. Clark was going to take the spoon from her when she added, “No, open your mouth.”

He did as he was told but truth was he felt a little awkward being fed by her. Especially with the realizations that he had had over the evening, it felt worse.

However, he had to admit the tiramisu was excellent. “That is very good,” he said, swallowing. “Want to try mine?”

“Sure,” Lois said smiling. She opened her mouth slightly and he figured he was supposed to return the gesture. He took a spoon of his gelato and carefully put it into her mouth.

“Delicious,” she agreed, a minute later.

They ate in silence and after settling the bill (Antonio still wouldn’t take the money), Clark and Lois left. The valet brought their car and after tipping him, Clark and Lois started to drive back.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Lois said, smiling brightly. Clark nodded, eyes on the road. Lois had enjoyed the wine a little too much and he could tell she was a bit tipsy.

If he hadn’t met Oliver, this might’ve developed into something more. But after being with Oliver, he knew he would never be able to give his whole heart to Lois.

She may be his soul mate and he was going to be speaking to Jor-El about that one, but he just didn’t feel right with her. There was no spark, he didn’t feel giddy around her, as he did whenever Oliver was nearby.

Besides, soul mates didn’t always end up together right? What was that TV show that Chloe used to watch? Dawson’s Creek. Chloe used to talk about it all the time- the love triangle between Dawson, Joey and Pacey. Apparently, Joey used to say that Dawson was her soul mate but in the end, if he remembered correctly, she ended up with Pacey.

It may have been a television show but it was proof in his mind. Tomorrow, he would talk to Oliver and clear the air between them. Whether or not he would tell him about his date with Lois, well, that was another story.

They arrived back at the farm, at Lois’s insistence. He got out first and went to open the door for her.

“So you’re walking me to my door?” he teased her as she followed him.

“Of course,” she said in an airy voice, “I did ask you out. It’s only right that I walk you to your door.”

“Why do I feel like the woman on this date?” Clark asked wryly.

“That’s because you are Smallville,” Lois laughed. She was dangerously close to him and he knew what was coming.

“So Lois, are you going to be okay heading home?” he asked, concerned.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “I didn’t have that much wine and the trip back gave me time to clear my head.”

“Okay then,” Clark said. “Good night Lois.”

“Good night Clark,” Lois said softly. Before he could think, she leaned up and kissed him. Instinctively, he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her smaller waist. And felt . . . nothing.

It was a nice kiss and Clark knew from before that Lois was a good kisser but this confirmed the fact that there was no hope for them. She pulled away and he gave her a small smile.

“And good night again,” Lois said. He watched as she got in her car and drove away. Only when her car faded from sight did he enter the house.

He headed straight to his room and took out his cell phone. Needing to hear Oliver’s voice, he dialed the familiar number. But got the message.

Hi, you’ve reached Oliver Queen. Unfortunately, I am not available right now but please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

“Hey Ollie,” Clark said, after hearing the beep, “It’s Clark. I guess you’re still in your meeting. I hope it is going well. Just wanted to call and say hi. I guess I’ll call to you tomorrow. Bye.”

Hanging up, Clark had never felt like a bigger dork. It was as if he was fifteen again, calling the most popular girl in school. He hoped Oliver wouldn’t laugh too hard at his message. Of course, his inability to leave a proper message may be due to the guilt that he was feeling at cheating.

He had gone out with another woman and then he had kissed her- yes, he was officially a cheater. Clark sat on his bed, feeling sick to his stomach. Glancing at his dressing table, he noticed that the necklace was still there. Slowly, he walked toward it, picked it up and put it on again.

Toying with his wedding ring, he remembered his wedding day. The vows that he had broken, the trust he had betrayed and the lives that would be changed if everything that he had done came out. What would Oliver say? What would Lois say? She was his friend and he was his husband.

He had never condoned cheating and growing up in a stable household that preached morals, Clark thought he had held the right values. Apparently not.

What would his dad have thought of him, if he was still alive? Jonathan Kent would be ashamed to call him ‘son’ and he knew that his father was watching from the heavens, disappointed.

I’m sorry Dad, he said silently. I’m sorry Oliver. I’m sorry Lois. I never meant to hurt anyone. Tomorrow he would face the love of his life and find the courage to lie. But tonight, he had to get some sleep.

Please, he prayed silently, before drifting off, let everything work out.

The morning came too soon and Clark slowly got out of bed, not wanting to begin the day. If he had his wish, he would stay in bed forever. He got dressed and headed for the kitchen, where his mother was making breakfast.

“Hi mom,” he greeted her, with a kiss on the cheek. “What’re you making?”

“Well I had some time before I have to head to Metropolis,” she said, “So I’m making breakfast.” She glanced at him. “I went to bed before you came home; you were out kind of late.”

“Yeah, I had dinner plans,” he said, intentionally remaining vague.

“Did everything work out with Oliver then?” Martha wanted to know.

“I’m not really sure,” he admitted. At her curious glance he continued. “We didn’t really get to talk yesterday and we were supposed to have dinner but he cancelled because of a business meeting. I think we’re going to try to get together today.”

She nodded, accepting that answer. Then she didn’t ask any questions nor did he offer up any information. His mom knew that if he wanted to talk, he would.

Breakfast went smoothly but as his mother was leaving, Lois came in. “Hi Lois,” Martha said, surprised. “I was just heading out . . .”

“That’s fine,” Lois said, “I was here to see Clark anyway.” His mom looked over at him and he gave her a reassuring smile.

“All right,” his mother said. “I’ll see you two later.”

“Bye mom,” Clark said. Once she was gone, he looked over at Lois. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Lois said. He noticed she was shifting her feet and looking a little uncomfortable.

“So what’s up?” he said. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good,” Lois said hurriedly, “Clark, I have to talk to you about something.”

“It wouldn’t happen to do with our date last night would it?” Clark asked.

“It does,” Lois said.

“I’m glad you’re here, Lois,” Clark said. “I have to talk to you too, about last night.”

“Clark,” Lois started. They looked at each other.

“I think we should just be friends,” Lois and Clark ended up blurting out at the same time. Then silence.

“Wait, what?” Lois said. “You agree?”

“Yeah,” Clark said, relieved. “I mean, Lois, you’re a great woman and I had fun last night but . . .”

“There was no chemistry,” Lois finished. “Yeah, I felt it too.”

“Is that a load off my mind,” Clark said.

Lois laughed. “You’re telling me! You’re my friend, Smallville, though I may tease you at times. And I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I care about you too,” Clark said. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Well, it looks like we’re good,” Lois said, looking pleased. “I have to be at the Inquisitor. But I’ll see you later?”

“Sounds good,” Clark agreed. “You know, Lois, just because we’re not dating, it doesn’t mean we can’t hang out sometime. Yesterday was fun.”

Lois smiled, “We definitely should. Maybe not the whole fancy dress and suit type of affair. But we can have a movie marathon or get together for lunch.”

Clark grinned, “I would like that.”

“Me too, Clark,” Lois said, using his given name for a change. “Me too. But for now I have to go! Bye!”

“Bye!” Clark replied. He watched as she left and when he heard her drive off, breathed a sigh of relief. Did that conversation go well or what? Maybe it was his lucky day.

He liked the newfound friendship he and Lois shared. When once upon a time, he thought she was the most annoying person on the face of the planet, she was now becoming one of his closest friends. But that was all she would be and he was greatly relieved that she felt the same way.

Now the only thing that could make the day better was if Oliver called. And just as he finished that thought, his cell phone went off.

“Clark Kent,” he answered cheerfully.

“Clark, it’s Oliver.” Clark grinned. “I got your message.”

“Hi Ollie,” he said happily, “How are you?”

“You sound chirpy,” Oliver said.

“You can say I’m having a good day,” Clark said. “So how was your meeting?”

“It was interesting,” Oliver replied. “And most informing. You can say I learned a lot last night.” Something about his tone sent shivers down Clark’s spine and not in a good way.

“That’s . . . nice?” Clark wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Oliver’s answer was vague.

“You said that you wanted to see me,” Oliver said. “I have some work to do right now but how about you come over around 3? I think we have a lot to talk about.” Again with that weird tone.

“Works for me,” Clark said, “See you at 3!”

“Bye Clark,” Oliver said and hung up. Clark closed his phone and frowned at it. That was a very odd conversation. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on it though. Maybe Oliver was just busy . . . or tired. Yes, that was it. Ignoring the funny feeling he was having, he tried to concentrate on something else.

He had a while until he had to go and see Oliver. Maybe I should go see Jor-El. Finding out what was going on with the bracelets was important. Before he and Oliver could truly be together, he needed answers. Clark had made a decision too and he wanted to let Jor-El know.

Within minutes, he had arrived at the cave and doing a quick check he was alone, placed his key in the familiar slot. He watched the symbols light up and then he was at the Artic.

“Hello Kal-El,” Jor-el’s voice boomed.

“Jor-El, I have questions,” Clark said, “Questions about the bracelet.”

“Go on,” Jor-El said.

“I’m in love with Oliver,” Clark said, “But the bracelet did not glow around him. Yet when I was around another woman, Lois, who I do not have feelings for, the bracelet glowed.”

“Kal-El, when we meet our soul mates, the feelings are not always there yet,” Jor-El said. “They develop with time.”

“But I won’t develop feelings for her,” Clark insisted. “I went on a date with her, we kissed, I felt nothing. I’m in love with Oliver and I know it; he’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“So what are you saying?” Jor-El asked.

Clark took a deep breath. “I’m saying that I don’t care what the bracelets say. I don’t care if Lois is my soul mate or not; Oliver is the one I want to be with.” There was a long pause and Clark didn’t know what was going to happen next.

He certainly did not expect Jor-El’s next words. “Congratulations, my son,” Jor-El finally said. “You have passed the test.”

Now Clark was confused. “Test? What are you talking about?”

“Kal-El, you must realize you are not on Krypton and you were raised on Earth,” Jor-El explained, “And with your upbringing, you cannot come to rely on devices to let you know how you feel. Despite being a long held tradition, the bracelet is nothing but a device. If you are relying on them now, you will never make decisions on your own.”

“So this was a test,” Clark said slowly.

“Yes,” Jor-El confirmed. “Because one day you will come to me for training and you need to learn to trust your own instincts.”

“But what does this mean?” Clark said. “The bracelet? Lois?”

“Lois Lane is not your soul mate,” Jor-El said. “The bracelet was as you humans say, rigged.”

Rigged? Jor-El’s vocabulary was certainly expanding. But Clark was concentrating on the issue at hand and the surprising revelation.

“Lois was never my soul mate?” Clark repeated, “You tricked me?” He could feel the anger building up; all this time he had spent worrying and the bracelet was just a big hoax!

“It was for your own good,” Jor-El told him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me in the first place?” Clark asked, still upset.

“Because you need to learn,” Jor-El replied. “You needed to see that your heart prevails over anything else and you needed to experience it. No words would be able to replicate that feeling.”

Clark was feeling pretty dejected. He knew Jor-El was right, he was annoyed that he had fooled with him that way but he could see his point.

“Okay,” Clark conceded, “You’re right.”

“I knew you would understand.” Jor-El sounded pleased.

Clark removed the bracelet from his hand and the one from his pocket. “I suppose you can take these back.”

“I don’t have any need for them Kal-El.” Jor-El sounded puzzled. “Keep them; they will be reminder of your lesson.”

Replacing the bracelets in his pocket, Clark nodded. They certainly would be. Every time he saw them he would remember how he screwed up.

“Now Kal-El,” Jor-El said, “Now I have something else to give you.”

“This isn’t another trick is it?” Clark wanted to know. “Or another test?”

“No,” Jor-El assured him. “This is bigger and more important. The bracelets may not have worked for you but now that you’ve found your one true love, I have a gift. Come forward.”

Though slightly suspicious, Clark did as he was told anyway. Then, from the same place that the bracelets emerged, came a velvet box.

“Take it,” Jor-El instructed.

Clark did and opened the box. What he saw made him gasp. Two identical rings were nestled there.

“These are your wedding rings,” Jor-El said. “They have been passed down for generations in the El family. Now that you are married, they are yours.”

Clark gently picked one up and observed it carefully. He noticed the symbols on the ring.

“The engraving on the ring is Kryptonian,” Jor-El continued. “They mean ‘one true love’.”

Clark was stunned and carefully put the ring back in the box. “But how are the rings here?”

“I am only the voice of your father, Kal-El,” Jor-El said, “But I have his memories. I knew that Krypton’s end was near and that I was planning to send you to Earth. I stored the rings here, so that you would receive them when you were old enough.” Clark was fascinated with the rings, only half listening as Jor-El described them.

“Thank you,” he said, not knowing what else to say.

“You’re welcome Kal-El,” Jor-El said. “One day I ask for you to bring your husband here. I wish to meet him.”

“I’ll do that,” Clark promised. “In fact I am going to see him right now. Good bye Jor-El.”

“Good bye Kal El,” Jor-El responded.

Clark could not express the relief he felt in words as he arrived back in the caves. Lois wasn’t his soul mate.

Now he could go be with Oliver, without any worries. It was time to go see Oliver and somehow find the words to tell him that he wanted to share the rest of his life with him.

Chapter 10
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: chemicals react
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