Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
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
“As of right now, you can consider this marriage to be over.”
All Clark could do was stare at Oliver. His heart was shattering and the pain he felt was worse than he had ever felt around kryptonite.
“You don’t mean that,” he managed.
“I do,” Oliver said. He smirked, his tone malicious and his eyes full of hate, “Isn’t that funny? Those two words that were supposed to be the start of our relationship now ending it?”
Clark could feel the tears prickling at the back of his eyes. Don’t cry, he commanded himself, whatever you just don’t cry.
“Ollie,” he said, in a pleading voice.
“Don’t call me that,” Oliver commanded, “Only my friends and people I care about call me Ollie.” He stopped for a minute. “Do us both a favor and leave Clark.”
“Oliver,” Clark said, his voice barely a whisper.
“GO!” Oliver yelled, pointing to the door. “GET OUT CLARK!” Stunned at his tone, and the resentment in his voice, Clark unconsciously backed off, toward the door.
Realizing that he was not going to get anywhere with Oliver, he opened the door slowly. He glanced at Oliver.
“I’ll always love you,” he said softly, struggling to hold in the tears, “And I never meant to hurt you. I hope you’ll find happiness, even if it isn’t with me. Because you deserve the best and I know one day you’ll get it.” Then, he let the door close, taking in Oliver’s handsome profile, unsure of whether that was the last time he’d ever see him.
As the elevator descended, it gave Clark a chance to recap. The tears that were building up were now streaming down his cheeks. He and Oliver were done. Oliver hated him . . . Oliver despised him. And was it possible to be hurting this much?
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Clark was going to apologize, he was going to give Oliver the rings and they were going to be happy. He reached in his jacket pocket, making sure the box was still there. It was. Not that it meant anything now, now that Oliver wanted nothing to do with him.
He should have known. Oliver sounded funny on the phone this morning and he was acting odd when he came in. God, he should’ve just been upfront with him! And he didn’t even get a chance to explain. Oliver would always remember him as the no-good, lying cheater who broke his heart.
Running . . . he was running faster than ever before. He was home within minutes and relieved to see his mother was not. Heading to his room, he climbed on to his bed and rested his head against his pillow.
Half of him wanted to call someone, needing to hear reassuring words. But he didn’t know who to call. His mind immediately called up Chloe’s name but he really didn’t want to bug her. He had been going to her for his problems a lot lately and she really deserved a break.
His mother was busy and Lana and Lex were no longer options. For the first time, he felt truly alone. He wondered what Oliver was doing.
No, he wasn’t going to go there. If he thought about Oliver, he would only start crying again and that was the last thing he wanted. He reached into his pocket, where the box was and pulled it out.
Opening it, he viewed the two rings. No, they weren’t identical but almost. He remembered Jor-El’s explanation and knew that if he took it to a jeweler, it would be worth a ton of money.
In the center of the ring was a large diamond. On one ring the diamond was blue and the other one, it was green. Dark green to be exact and it reminded Clark of Oliver’s Green Arrow costume. He would’ve loved the green ring, Clark couldn’t help but think. The stones surrounding the main diamond were sun crystals and they shined brighter than most diamonds Clark had seen.
He wasn’t sure about the metal but he remembered Jor-El mentioning something about his ancestors traveling to various planets to make it.
One thing was for certain: nobody would get their hands on these rings. As far as Clark was concerned, it was for Oliver and Oliver only. If he couldn’t wear these rings with Oliver, he would wear them with no one.
Despite Oliver’s declarations that the marriage was over, he couldn’t bring himself to remove his wedding ring. Because if he did, that would mean he was acknowledging it was over and he wasn’t strong enough to do that . . . not now anyway.
How long would it take Oliver to move on? He knew it would happen eventually, Oliver finding someone else but he had no idea how he was going to react when he saw Oliver happy with another person. Man or woman he was not sure but Clark prayed that he was not too close by when he saw it.
He didn’t know how long he was lying there, just reflecting on the memories of Oliver and what but when his phone rang, he was brought back to reality. Glancing at the time, he found it to be a little past 8.
Who would be calling him now? Nevertheless, he picked up his phone, not looking at the caller Id.
“Kent,” he said.
“So it’s Kent again, huh?” The voice on the other end was slurred but Clark could tell that it was Oliver. “Not too long ago, it was Kent-Queen.”
It was Oliver, who was apparently quite drunk. “Oliver?” Clark questioned, “Are you okay?”
He heard a laugh. “Am I okay? I’m fine, just sitting here in my apartment, alone.”
“Oliver,” Clark said, trying to find the right words, “Are you drunk?”
“Hardly,” Oliver said, “I’m purfuct . . . prefect . . . I’m just fine!”
“Somehow, I doubt that,” Clark said, “Oliver, I’m coming over, okay?”
“No, you stay where you are,” Oliver said, “I don’t need you, I can be alone. I’m not a baby. I was alone before and I’m alone again. I think I’ll always be alone.”
Clark’s heart broke at Oliver’s sad words. “I’m coming over. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Before Oliver could respond, he hung up.
He quickly left the house and headed straight back to Metropolis. Who knew how much trouble Oliver could get into?
Letting himself into the penthouse, he searched for Oliver. He found the other man in his kitchen, slumped on the floor, empty bottles of alcohol surrounding him.
He took the glass out of Oliver’s hands and Oliver frowned when he saw it was him.
“You hung up on me,” were the first words out of Oliver’s mouth.
“Yes, I did and I apologize,” Clark said, “But I had to hang up to get here.”
“You shouldn’t have come back,” Oliver said, “I told you I don’t need you.” He tried to stand up but only ended up stumbling.
Clark caught him and gently steadied him. “Oliver, how much have you had to drink?”
Brown eyes looked at him, full of sorrow. “I don’t know. Alcohol is my only company. I don’t have anyone else. No family, no husband. Nobody wants me.”
“That’s not true,” Clark said, still holding him.
“You don’t want me,” Oliver pointed out. “You’d rather be with Lois.” He paused. “Not that I blame you. She’s really pretty. Good in bed too. Did you sleep with her?”
“No, I didn’t sleep with her,” Clark said, trying to drag Oliver out of the kitchen.
“You kissed her though,” Oliver continued. As they entered the living room, Oliver pushed him away but ended up landing on the floor. “Oooh,” he groaned. “That hurt.”
Clark was by his side immediately. He gently picked him up. “Oliver, you need to get to bed. You’re drunk and really need to sleep this off.”
“Don’t want to go to bed,” Oliver pouted, but he wasn’t able to fight against Clark. “Don’t want you either. I hate you, you know.”
“I know,” Clark said sadly. Oliver’s words were hitting him hard.
“Why are you even here?” Oliver asked, “I thought I told you to leave.”
“I’m here because I love you,” Clark said, finding Oliver’s bedroom easily. He laid Oliver down on the bed and tucked him in. “And I will always love you.”
“Then why did you cheat on me?” Oliver mumbled.
“It was a stupid mistake,” Clark said. “And you’ll never know how sorry I am.”
Oliver’s eyes were closing though, sleep slowly taking over. “I don’t really hate you. I don’t think I can ever hate you.”
Clark placed a kiss on his forehead. “Go to sleep, Oliver, I’ll be here in the morning when you wake up.”
“You said that last time,” Oliver murmured, “And you were gone.”
“This time,” Clark promised, “I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever again.”
“Mmm,” was all Clark heard from Oliver. He listened for a few minutes and waited as Oliver’s breathing got steady. Once he was certain the other man was asleep, he crept out.
“Good night, Ollie,” he said softly and switched off the lights. He knew he would be in for one hell of an argument tomorrow but he was willing to take it. Because Oliver was drunk and called him and clearly still needed him. They would get through this somehow. Because Clark was not running this time. Not now, not ever again.
A/N: Hope you liked this one! Review! :)
Here's a pic of Clark's ring: http://www.ghoshiexports.com/bc-other/85
And yes, green diamonds do exist. This was the color I imagined: http://www.metalsmiths.com/grndia.jpg