Title: A Mother’s Intuition
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Spoilers: 7.08 “Blue”
Summary: A rewrite of “Blue”, starting at when Clark takes Lara to the Clock Tower.
The table is here.
“Don’t worry,” Clark told Lara, as they entered the penthouse in the Clock Tower. “Kara’s standing guard at the farm. You’ll be safe here.”
His biological mother nodded and smiled. Clark still couldn’t believe that she was really standing in front of him. When he heard his mother’s voice, crying for his help, from the crystal, he couldn’t help but go help her.
Jor-El had warned him but he wasn’t emotionless … he hated hearing people in pain, especially the woman who had given birth to him.
Too bad releasing his mother had also brought back Zor-El, his biological father’s brother, who was also in love with Lara. It still amazed him that the great rift that divided the brothers was a love triangle … his family was seriously messed up.
“What is this place?” Lara asked, effectively snapping him out of his thoughts.
“This,” Clark explained, “is the home of a good friend of mine, Oliver Queen.” When the blonde left, Ollie had given him the security codes and keys, saying he had free reign of the penthouse should he ever need it.
“Oliver Queen,” Lara repeated, “Would he mind us being here?”
“No way,” Clark assured her. “He’s the one who said if I ever need to use this place, I could. He offered . . . trust me, he definitely wouldn’t be bothered.” He gave her a wistful smile. “Ollie’s very nice.”
“You care for him.” It was a statement, not a question.
Looking into blue-green eyes, surprised, he nodded. “Yeah, he’s a friend.”
The corner of Lara’s lips lifted upwards, her mouth curving into a smile.
“That may be so,” she remarked, “But it seems that you care for him as more than just a friend.”
Clark could’ve been knocked over with a feather, he was so shocked in that moment.
“It’s not what you think,” he stammered.
“Kal-El,” Lara said gently, “If you do have feelings for him, he must be something special.”
“You’re not freaked out?” Clark asked hesitatingly. Because he knew lying here was not possible. He knew where his heart lied … and it certainly wasn’t with Lana.
Though he loved the pretty brunette once upon a time, she became a distant memory the minute he met Oliver Queen.
The blonde intrigued him from day one and more so when he found out that he was the Green Arrow. Their friendship had been tested several times but the bond they had was constantly growing stronger.
To watch him leave was difficult but he knew that leaving with him was just not a possibility, no matter how much tempting that option was.
They kept in touch, but it was mainly with tips on problems … but either way, Clark took whatever he could. Just to hear Ollie’s voice on the phone and know that he was all right was good enough for him.
He found himself trusting the blonde more than he had ever trusted anyone, save Chloe. Oliver hadn’t known him very long and he had already shared with the older man the truth of his origins. And for once, hadn’t been frightened in doing so. Oliver’s reaction was calm and understanding, not a hint of fear or disgust in his voice. The blond promised that he would never reveal his secret to anyone and Clark believed him. That undying mutual trust was the core of their friendship.
Somewhere along the way, he had also managed to fall in love with him. How could he help it? Oliver was gorgeous, strong, intelligent … everything Clark had imagined in a soul mate.
What possessed him to get back together with Lana, knowing fully that he was in love with Oliver, he didn’t know. It was selfish and not at all fair to his girlfriend but he realized Oliver would never feel that way about him … and he really didn’t want to be alone.
So he decided that maybe he could make it work with Lana. But he didn’t count on how different Lana was. Her inner darkness frightened him and he couldn’t help the shivers that ran up and down his spine when he thought of what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten to the facility on time.
She would’ve killed Lex. Without a doubt, she would’ve done just that and she would’ve thought she was right in doing so. All in the means of revenge. How could he love someone like that? He couldn’t.
We couldn’t make it work. That’s what he recognized … Lana asked him to love her, no matter what and he wasn’t able to give her an answer.
Which was answer enough, at least to him. It was also the reason he broke up with her right after. She had been shocked, to say the least, but they both knew they weren’t meant for one another. Lana had moved to Metropolis with Nell and he hadn’t heard from her since. It was better that way.
“Why would I ‘freak out’?” Lara was asking, bringing him back to reality.
“Because,” Clark managed to say, “Your only son is in love with another man?”
“And that is a problem?” Lara questioned, confusion evident in her tone.
“It is,” Clark confirmed. He sighed. “Being in love with the same gender is not exactly accepted around here.”
Lara pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowing. “Well that is very sad then. This would’ve been perfectly fine on Krypton.” She smiled. “I suppose that means he is not aware of your feelings?”
“No, he’s not,” Clark confessed.
“But loving him makes you happy?” Lara questioned. “I can tell … the look in your eyes when you speak of him reminds me of how Jor-El used to look at me.”
“Very happy,” Clark confirmed. He grinned further at the idea of his parents being in love. It made him feel warm inside to know that he was a product of a loving relationship.
“Then all is well,” Lara told him. “I believe you should tell him how you feel though.”
“He doesn’t feel the same,” Clark said sadly, “He’ll never love me.”
“I don’t see how that is possible,” Lara replied gently, “From the short time I’ve spent with you, I’ve seen that you’ve grown up to be an incredible young man.” She smiled warmly. “The Kents’ have raised you well.”
Clark’s heart burst with pride. “Yeah,” he said, unable to keep the feeling out of his voice. “They really did.” He stopped. “I mean … you know I’m grateful for you … you gave me life and you sent me here but …”
“But they made you who you are today,” Lara finished, “I understand, Kal-El. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“It’s just she’s the only mother I’ve ever known,” Clark said, trying to phrase his sentences delicately. “They took in an alien child … and raised them as their son.”
“And you have no idea how grateful I am to them for that,” Lara interrupted, “Martha Kent seems like a strong, wonderful woman and I hope I will be around long enough to meet her … I want to say “thank you” in person.”
“You’ll be here,” Clark vowed. “And I know she’ll like to meet you … Mom’s great like that.” He blushed, hoping he hadn’t hurt Lara’s feelings. But it was Martha Clark Kent who was always there, who dried his eyes when he cried, who was there to celebrate his every success.
No matter how much he wanted to know the woman in front of him, she would always be the one he knew as “mom”.
But Lara wasn’t the least bit upset. She was smiling at him, with adoration in her eyes.
“I want to get to know you too,” Clark said slowly, “Which is why you have to stay here until I locate Zor-El. Promise me.”
Clark walked around the penthouse, opening the glass door, leading to the balcony, keeping his eye out for any nearby danger.
Lara grew serious, shaking her head.
“I won’t put you in any more danger, Kal-El,” Lara stated, “Let Zor-El come and find me. I … I have nothing to fear.”
Clark turned toward her and sighed.
“Look, ever since I found out I was adopted, I’ve wondered what my real mother would be like,” Clark said. “I love my mother more than anything, don’t get me wrong. I thank my lucky stars every single day that the Kents’ were the ones who found me. When I found out that I was not of this Earth, I had even more questions.”
Clark bit his lower lip, “Now you’re here … I don’t want to lose you.”
Lara put her hands on Clark’s shoulders.
“You already lost me,” she said, “Your real mother died with Jor-El.”
“I am not going to let anything happen to you,” he said stubbornly.
“I’m so proud of who you’ve become,” Lara said and Clark couldn’t help the smile that encompassed his face.
Hearing the elevator sound, Clark walked back inside, wondering who it was.
To his shock, when the gates opened, it was none other than the owner of the penthouse himself.
Oliver Queen made his way inside, smirking slightly when he saw Clark.
“Well, isn’t this a nice welcome home,” he teased. Clark’s heart was racing as he took in the handsome blonde … he hadn’t seen him in so long and now he was here.
“I’m sorry,” he started, “You said I could be here and I needed to use your place and I really hope you don’t mind …”
“Clark!” Oliver interjected, “Breathe … I was just messing around with you.” He shook his head. “Boy scout, you still can’t take a joke.”
Clark blushed and Oliver chuckled.
“There’s a reason I gave you the codes,” Oliver reminded him, “I’m not upset at all … just tell me, is everything okay?”
“Kind of,” Clark replied. It was that moment Lara chose to come in.
Oliver’s gaze immediately shifted, falling on his mother.
“Oliver,” Clark said, noticing his expression, “This is my mom … this is Lara.”
Oliver looked dazed. “As in your biological mother?”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. Queen,” Lara said, making her way to Clark’s side.
“Likewise,” Oliver responded. “And please call me Oliver. Wow … this is amazing.”
“My son has told me a lot about you,” Lara stated. Oliver’s eyes darted to Clark.
“He has, has he?” Oliver asked, a smile emerging on his face. “All good, I hope.”
“Very good,” Lara assured him, causing Oliver’s smile to widen and Clark to turn a brighter shade of red.
“So what’s going on here?” Oliver asked, clearly deciding to save Clark some embarrassment by not pursuing that line of conversation.
Clark took a deep breath and filled Oliver in on what was going on. He already knew about Kara fortunately, so there wasn’t much of a story to tell.
Oliver was shocked when Clark was finished.
“Clark, your family is a soap opera,” Oliver said, flabbergasted.
Clark laughed, despite himself.
“I know, it’s crazy,” Clark agreed. “But I need to find Zor-El … and right now, I have to go meet with Kara. Could you do me a favor and watch over my mom?”
“Of course,” Oliver promised.
“I don’t want to impose,” Lara said worriedly.
“You’re not,” Oliver replied. He looked between Clark and Lara. “I’m just going to go make some tea.” Giving them both a nod, he retreated.
“He’s very handsome, Kal-El,” Lara said in a whisper. “I can see why you like him.”
Clark grinned and had to keep himself from blushing again.
“I should get going,” he said.
Lara put her hand on his chest. “Wait, one more thing.”
“What?” he questioned.
“Before you leave,” she said, “I want you to have this.” She removed the chain that she was wearing, a silver looking chain with a blue ring attached.
Removing the ring from the necklace, she continued, “It was your father’s. His victory ring given when he first became a member of the council. It’s Kryptonian tradition to pass it on to the first born when he comes of age.”
He accepted the ring, pleased to have something of his biological family.
Slipping it on, he felt a weird feeling run through his veins, looking away, not realizing his eyes flashed bright blue, the same shade as the ring.
“Kal-El?” Lara asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Clark replied, “I think so.”
Exchanging smiles and a quick goodbye, he took off, ready to find Zor-El.
He found him right after exiting the building
To his horror, when he tried to hit him, he was powerless. Zor-El effortlessly threw him across the alley.
The confrontation that followed hard him learning that the ring was made of blue kryptonite and the newest shade of meteor rock stripped him of his powers.
Zor-El wanted him to rule the world with him and Clark refused. It was way too much like the ship, making him wonder if Zor-El had sabotaged it.
He didn’t get time to ponder though.
“If you weren’t Lara’s son,” Zor-El hissed, “I’d end your life right now.” But he was and he just flew away, leaving him bleeding.
According to Zor-El, Kara was on his side so now, he had no powers and no cousin to back him up.
What am I going to do?
Back at the penthouse, Oliver didn’t know quite what to do. This was the biological mother of Clark Kent … she had given birth to one of the most amazing, if not the most amazing, man he had ever met. What could he say to her?
He handed her the glass of tea, which she took, with a smile.
“I don’t know much about human behavior,” Lara noted, “but you seem ill at ease.”
Oliver forced a laugh. “Of course not.”
“Are you afraid that I’ll see?” Lara asked, gently, “See your feelings for my son?”
Oliver almost dropped his glass. How does she know?
“I can tell by the way you look at him,” Lara went on, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Oliver … you should never be ashamed of love.”
“I’m not ashamed,” Oliver responded confidently. He wasn’t … how could he be ashamed of his love for that wonderful man? Clark Kent was just as close to perfect as any man could get … there were no doubts in his mind why he fell in love.
“I’m not ashamed,” he repeated, “Just nervous … I can’t let him find out.”
“Why not?” Lara asked.
“He doesn’t love me,” Oliver said, unable to hide the pain in his voice, as he was reminded of his unrequited feelings. “Clearly you haven’t met Lana.”
“Lana?” Lara looked puzzled.
“The love of his life,” Oliver said bitterly. “He’s dating her.”
“Oliver, I haven’t met Lana nor do I know who she is,” Lara replied, “But I do know he hasn’t brought her up once … you, on the other hand, he speaks of so fondly. There is no doubt in my mind who is first in his heart and I don’t think that person is Lana.”
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. Just to know that Clark had talked about him and the possibility that he may have a place in Clark’s heart was enough to make him smile.
Before he could say any more, a burst of wind came through, startling them both.
“Lara,” said a new, male voice.
“Oliver,” Lara said, “Leave.”
Oliver stood, not willing to go at all.
A man in a long black jacket came inside and grabbed Lara’s arm.
“There’s no need to fear, my love,” the Matrix reject said, “There’s a new life waiting for us in the Arctic north.”
Oliver stood in front of them firmly. “Let her go,” he demanded.
The noise of the elevator came, Clark behind the gate.
With a push, Oliver went flying, hitting the gate. He fell to the ground.
I’m sorry, Clark, I failed you. Then everything went black.
Clark quickly entered and picked up the blonde’s body.
“Oliver?” he said.
He felt a jet of wind and he looked up to see the penthouse empty again.
Zor-El was gone … and so was Lara.
His first step was to go call a doctor. Oliver needed help … the blonde had been injured trying to protect his mother and he would never get over that guilt.
His next step was to visit Chloe, who he knew was at the Planet. He called her first to give her warning so she would know what to expect.
But when he arrived, taking the steps slowly, she still gasped when she saw him.
“Oh my god,” she said, running toward him. She stroked his face. “You said it was bad but I never expected raging bull bad.”
“Good news is that the air doctor said that Oliver had no internal injuries,” Clark informed her, “He’ll be fine.” And that was all that mattered to him.
“Yeah, but you’re not,” Chloe said, “Blood and sweat on Clark Kent are never a good combination.” He didn’t respond as they walked and she kept talking. “Hey, listen, some advice … until your wedding day, refrain from wearing rings of any kind!”
“It was all a trick, Chloe,” he explained, “It was all a part of Zor-El’s plan. I heard her crying out for me! I couldn’t ignore it.”
“Clark, I get wanting to see your long lost mother,” Chloe said patiently, “But the sad reality is that your mom died. You can’t bring people back from the dead.”
“She’s not a zombie,” Clark protested, “She’s my mother and I have to do everything within my power to save her.”
“Powers, which at this point, are sorely lacking,” she reminded him. Her eyes widened. “This is why having a super charged cousin comes in handy!”
“Kara betrayed me,” he said, taking steps away from her. “She’s on her father’s side.” He fingered the ring that refused to come off.
“Wow,” Chloe said, “I guess no matter how evil or twisted Zor-El is … he is still her dad.”
Clark spun around, facing her again, “This is why I need you to give me a ride. I need to get this ring off my finger and go to the Fortress.”
“Look, Clark, my Yaris gets awesome mileage but I seriously doubt it will get us to the North Pole,” Chloe told him.
“How about to my barn?” Clark asked.
Chloe agreed and they both sped to the Kent Farm. Upon arrival, Chloe went to look some stuff up and Clark was trying madly to get the ring off.
“Hey, hey, hey” Chloe said, making her way down the stairs, “I know the blue k is seriously cramping your style but you don’t have to grind your finger off!”
“Chloe, I don’t know what else to do,” Clark responded, “It’s unbreakable.”
“Yeah, well considering what all the other flavors of kryptonite do, being normal may not be such a bad thing,” Chloe suggested.
“Not when the people I care about are in danger,” Clark argued, starting to make his way outside. “I have to get to the Fortress with or without my abilities.”
“Don’t forget your book,” Chloe said, rushing behind him. Taking it from Chloe, he flipped it open. Suddenly, the barn seemed to get darker.
“What’s happening?” Clark asked, looking toward the entrance. He ran outside, Chloe coming out a minute later.
“There’s no storm on the horizon,” Chloe offered.
“It’s too dark for a storm,” Clark said slowly, “It’s an eclipse.”
“That’s astronomically impossible,” Chloe responded, “The next one isn’t for years.”
“Zor-El,” Clark realized, knowing his biological uncle must be behind this.
“What do we do Clark?” Chloe asked, panic entering her tone.
“I have to stop him,” Clark said.
“But how?” Chloe asked, “I mean … even if you go to the Fortress … what will you do? According to you, Kara is on her father’s side. And you have no powers! How will you stop two super powered Kryptonians?”
Clark’s eyes narrowed and then it was like a light bulb went off.
“I may not have powers,” Clark told her, a small smile emerging on his lips. “But I don’t have a weakness anymore either … they still do.” His best friend let out a gasp.
“Do you think that will work?” Chloe asked eagerly.
“I think it’s worth a shot,” Clark replied, “I think at this point … I really don’t have a choice.”
Chloe nodded encouragingly. Clark was determined … he was not going to let Zor-El destroy humankind.
Finding his key and the lead box, he left with Chloe. They made it to the caves in good time.
“Take care, Clark,” Chloe said, “And good luck.”
“Thanks,” he replied, “I may need it.” Without a backward glance, he ran into the caves, slipping into the practically hidden passageway.
Placing the key in its slot, he waited as he was surrounded by the familiar bright lights, taking him to a place he only knew too well.
Landing in the Fortress, he looked around desperately. Arrived in the knick of time.
Zor-El was strangling Kara and his mother was lying on the floor. No family loyalty apparently. Twisted, power hungry bastard.
Taking out the green meteor rock, he approached them. Zor-El didn’t even hear him approach.
He choked, immediately feeling the effects of the green k, losing his grip on Kara in the process.
“Kara, back away,” Clark commanded, as he walked toward Zor-El.
Zor-El stepped away from him but the green k was taking its toll. He fell on a slab of ice, grabbing Clark as he approached.
Clark pressed the meteor rock on his chest.
“Clark!” Kara said, “Clark … the crystal!” He glanced at his cousin.
“You’re the only one who can stop the eclipse,” Kara told him. She quickly moved, “Aunt Lara!”
Leaving the rock on Zor-El’s chest, he moved and swiftly removed the blue crystal. Instantly, the eclipse disappeared, the sun rising and the Fortress brightening.
Kara came back, with his mother by her side.
“Kal-El,” Lara said, “Zor-El must be destroyed. Shatter the crystal,”
“No,” Clark protested, “You could be destroyed along with it.”
“As long as this ring remains on your finger, you have no powers,” Lara told him, “You cannot fulfill the destiny your father and I envisioned for you.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Clark responded. “What’s important is that we’re together.”
In his deepest of hearts, he knew his mother was right but he couldn’t bear to let her go just yet. It was selfish, true, but lately, he had felt so alone. His mom was in DC and even with Kara, something was missing.
“I will always be with you,” Lara said. Raising her voice, she said, “Destroy it.”
Zor-El, in that time, managed to get the rock off and got up.
“No!” Kara said, getting in his way.
“Do it, Kal-El!” Lara exclaimed, “Save Kara!”
With a growl, Zor-El started to push his daughter aside but Clark spun around, smashing the blue crystal against the white set, breaking it into pieces.
There was a blue light and then … silence.
He looked around. Zor-El was gone.
So was his mom. “Mom?” he whispered.
Turning to the point where Zor-El had stood, he realized Kara was not there.
“Kara!” he yelled, running through the Fortress. “Kara! Kara!” But he was met with silence.
Disappointed, he left. Looking at his hands, he saw the ring was gone too. He had his powers back.
The minute he was out of the Fortress and back in the caves, he super sped back to the farm.
He was alone again … this time, he was really alone. After a quick phone call to Chloe, to assure her that he was okay, he spent the rest of the day reflecting. Sleep didn’t come easy that night, as he spent a lot of it tossing and turning.
Even the following morning, Clark didn’t allow himself time to think. He did chores to keep busy. Clark needed something … anything, to get his mind off this mess. Moving hay bales, he couldn’t help the anger that he felt. This was all his fault. He had tried to bring back his mother and he had lost Kara too.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up to see Oliver entering the barn.
“Hey there stranger,” Oliver said, with an easy smile.
“Hi,” Clark replied, his heart skipping a beat to see the man he loved alive and okay. “Looks like you’re okay.”
“I could say the same for you,” Oliver responded.
“I’m fine,” Clark said, “At least physically, I’m fine.”
“Still no word?” Oliver asked sympathetically.
“None,” Clark responded, going back to the hay bales. “I don’t think Kara’s ever coming back. All because of me. I just … I just hope she’s alive somewhere.”
“Clark, you only wanted to see your mother,” Oliver said gently. “If anyone can understand that, it’s me … there’s no point in beating yourself up.”
“Why not, Oliver?” Clark asked, “People I care about got hurt. And Jor-El was right … I shouldn’t let emotions get in the way of common sense.”
“Clark, you grew up on a planet of human beings,” Oliver argued, “It’s okay to feel … it’s what makes you you. Your kind heart and your good nature is one of the things I’ve always admired about you … your emotions are a part of who you are.”
On another day, he would’ve been thrilled to hear Oliver’s sweet words but right now, he felt too miserable to even think about it.
“And they’re more dangerous than kryptonite,” Clark concluded.
Oliver closed the distance between them.
“Clark, you got to meet you mother,” Oliver said.
“Ollie, I always thought that if I met my mother, she wouldn’t live up to the idea I had of her,” Clark said slowly. He gave a small laugh. “She did.”
“Clark, look at you,” Oliver said, eyes shining, “I mean … whoever produced you had to be pretty darn awesome.”
Clark felt his face heating up. “Ollie … I’m not that special. Look at all the mistakes I have made.”
“Everyone makes mistakes Clark,” Oliver noted. “I’m living proof of that … it’s how we come back from those mistakes that determines our character.”
“I just … I wanted her with me,” Clark told him, his eyes pleading with Oliver to understand. “A part of me knew it was wrong but I hate being alone, Ollie … and lately, I’ve felt that way. Alone. Now I don’t even have Kara.” He hung his head, ashamed.
“You’re never alone, Clark,” Oliver responded, “Even if everyone else disappears, know that you will always have me.”
Green eyes met brown and Clark was taken back by the pure sincerity in Oliver’s eyes. His words alone gave him hope for the future.
“I’m so sorry you got hurt because of me,” Clark said, fingering the small wound on the side of Oliver’s face.
Oliver had to suppress the moan that almost escaped at the soft caress. Clark’s hands were so soft that he couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like on other parts of his body.
“Don’t worry about me,” Oliver said, “I healed … I really felt like I failed you.”
“You didn’t,” Clark said, “You never could.” Their eyes were locked and Clark couldn’t break the gaze if he tried.
He wasn’t sure he would want to, even if he could.
Clark wasn’t sure who moved first but before he could think twice, his lips were on Oliver’s, exploring, tasting.
Oliver’s arms moved from his side to wrap themselves around Clark’s back, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss at the same time. Clark let his hands fall on Oliver’s waist, moaning into Oliver’s mouth as their bodies were pressed together.
They broke apart when a need for air aroused, both shocked at what they had done.
“What … what did we just do?” Oliver asked, resting his forehead against Clark’s.
“Something we shouldn’t have,” Clark answered, removing himself, rather reluctantly from Oliver’s embrace.
“Why shouldn’t we have done it?” Oliver questioned. Clark turned his back to Oliver, not sure he would be able to hold his own if he had to look into that gorgeous face.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Clark questioned.
“No, enlighten me,” Oliver said, “Because it seems as you were enjoying it too.”
“We can’t,” Clark said, in a low voice. “I’m sorry … it’s best to pretend it never happened.”
“Is it because of Lana?” Oliver questioned.
“Lana and I broke up,” Clark replied. “This has nothing to do with her.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Oliver wanted to know.
“I can’t let you do this,” Clark said firmly, trying desperately to hold on to his ground. It was hard, especially when most of him just wanted to turn and kiss Oliver again.
“Can’t let me do what?” Oliver asked, sounding as frustrated as Clark felt.
“I can’t let you fall into my world,” Clark said, “People who get close to me … they only get hurt. You’re better off without me.”
He heard a sharp intake of breath. There were footsteps and arms that wrapped around his torso. Clark couldn’t bring himself to resist as Oliver’s chin rested on his shoulder.
“You’re a fool, you know that?” Oliver whispered. “I’d do anything to get into your world … and you’ll never hurt me.”
“I already did,” Clark said softly, “You got injured …”
“You didn’t injure me,” Oliver interrupted, “So stop blaming yourself already … I’m fine … I’ve had worse.”
“That’s not reassuring,” Clark said dryly.
“I’m the Green Arrow, Clark,” Oliver reminded him, “I get injures all the time … it’s one of the downers to the job.”
“I’d just put you at further risk,” Clark said, swallowing hard.
“I’ll take that chance,” Oliver told him, his lips brushing against the nape of his neck.
“I don’t know if I can,” Clark said honestly.
“Then try,” Oliver urged, “I think we’re worth it ...” Not hearing a response, he sighed. “Clark, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I can’t just let it slip out of my fingers now … not when you’re so close. Don’t think I’ll give up on you that easily. I care about you so much … ask anyone! Everyone could see how I feel about you. Even your mom recognized my feelings!”
This brought a smile to Clark’s face. “She could, could she?”
“Yeah,” Oliver said, “She did … and she encouraged me to go for it.”
“That’s funny,” Clark remarked, “Because she said the same thing to me about you.”
“Your mother is a very perceptive woman,” Oliver noted.
“They both are,” Clark commented, thinking of a beautiful redhead woman who was making her mark in DC.
“So why don’t you trust them?” Oliver asked, “Take a chance, Clark … on me … on us. For once in your life, let yourself be happy.”
“I tried that,” Clark said, “When I freed my mother. Now Kara is gone.”
“We don’t know she’s gone for good,” Oliver insisted, “We’ll track her down together. Just let it be together. Let me in … let me love you, Clark.”
“I want to,” Clark said, “I want to say ‘yes’ so badly.”
“Then say yes,” Oliver stated, “Say yes … and I’m yours.”
Clark spun around in his embrace, meeting his gaze. He may be strong but he wasn’t a saint. If Oliver wanted this as much as he did, and it seemed that he did, he didn’t know if he could resist.
“Are you sure about this?” Clark asked desperately, “You know what you’re getting into?”
A smile broke across Oliver’s face. “I do know … and I have never been more sure about anything in my life.” He peered into Clark’s expression. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Clark took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah … I am. I want this … I want you … and I want to be yours. If you’ll have me.”
“Always,” Oliver vowed and captured Clark’s lips once more. Maybe he was making another mistake … but at that moment, Clark couldn’t bring himself to care. There had been a lot of disaster that followed him releasing his mom from the crystal. But this was one consequence he wouldn’t regret.
Thanks mom, he said silently. He wasn’t alone anymore and with Oliver, he’d never be alone ever again.