Twist of Fate 5/?
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luminare91Title: Twist of Fate
Summary: Oliver finds himself at Smallville High where he meets Chloe and discovers the world of Meta-humans. But will his newfound happiness be threatened by the presence of an old enemy?
Rating: PG-13 (Mostly for mild language and violence in later chapters. I don't see it going any further, but if it does, the rating will change accordingly.)
Warning: This is mostly AU. I plan to work in as much from the series as I can, but the timeline is completely mine and character ages have been changed as I see fit. Oliver's only a year older than Chloe in this. She already knows about Clark's powers. And Lois is living with Chloe.
Relationships: Chlollie, Clois (just a teeny, tiny bit)
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
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Author's Note: Consider this a last minute Valentine's Day present for all of you who were wondering what happens next :P
Chapter 5
Oliver woke to someone shaking him. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. His head felt like it was about to explode.
“Come on, Oliver,” Chloe whispered. “Wake up!”
The memory of what happened flooded back to him. His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. Chloe jumped back, startled by the sudden movement. They were in some sort of cellar. The only light came from a single, bare bulb in the center of the ceiling. A cot was pushed against one wall beside the solid iron door.
They were prisoners.
Oliver turned his gaze to Chloe and quickly glanced over her, looking for some visible sign of harm. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. “You?”
“Just a bump on the head,” he said, getting to his feet. “Where are we?”
“I have no idea,” Chloe sighed. “It might be the old creamed corn factory or any one of the numerous abandoned buildings in Smallville.”
He went to the door and examined it, hoping to find some way out. “What are our chances of being found?”
Chloe bit her lip. “Well...that all depends on where exactly we are, but not as bad as you might think.” As long as we’re not in the middle of a field of meteor rock or in a lead building, Clark’ll find us, eventually.
“Any ideas who’s behind--ugh!”
Without warning, Oliver went flying across the room. He slammed into the wall and slid to the floor where he lay groaning. Chloe gasped and ran toward him, but something grabbed her around the middle and deposited her on the bed.
The door swung open and Justin Gaines walked in.
“Hello, Chloe,” he said softly.
“Justin!” she gasped. “What are you doing here? I thought....I thought you were in--”
“Belle Reve?” he supplied. A manic gleam appeared in his eyes. “I was. Did you really think they could keep me there? They had no idea what I was really capable of. They weren’t even giving me meds. I was completely lucid. All I had to do was wait until night and then sneak out.”
“What do you want, Justin?” Chloe demanded. Her voice shook slightly.
He smiled and moved toward her. “I just want to be with you. You’re all I can think about Chloe. We’re meant to be together.”
“Then why take Oliver too?”
Justin’s face darkened. “He kissed you. You’re mine and no one else’s. He has to be punished for trying to take you away from me.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. At that moment, Oliver launched himself at Justin, tackling him to the floor. The rolled across the room until they hit the wall. Oliver grunted and lost his grip on Justin, who broke away.
Scrambling to his feet, Justing looked down on Oliver. He flicked his wrist and Oliver went flying toward the ceiling. His body slammed against the concrete with a sickening sound.
“Stop!” Chloe shouted. “You’ll kill him!”
Justin glanced at her over his shoulder. “You’re right. It’s not time for that yet.”
Sparing once last glance at Oliver, Justin left the room. As soon as the door closed, Oliver fell to the ground. Chloe ran over to him and gently turned him onto his back, placing his head in her lap. He winced at the movement.
“Are you all right?” she asked softly.
Oliver grimaced. “Peachy. What the hell just happened? Who was that?”
“That was Justin,” she whispered.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that’s the guy that had a thing for you.”
Chloe sighed and ran her hand gently through his hair, trying to soothe him. The pain on his face lessened slightly. “Yeah. That’s him. Oliver, I didn’t tell you everything before. And I know I’m going to sound crazy, but I’m telling you the truth.”
“Chloe, what’s going on?” Oliver asked.
“About thirteen years ago, Smallville was hit by a meteor shower. Half the town was destroyed. One of my friends lost her parents.” She drew in a shaky breath. “But that wasn’t the worst part. Some of the meteor rocks were radioactive. Not many people believe this, but they have special properties and if a person is exposed to the radiation for too long or under the right circumstances the rocks can give that person special abilities.”
When she paused, Oliver licked his lips and looked up at her. “Like what kind of special abilities?”
Chloe bit her lip and continued to run her fingers through his hair. “Like the ability to control fire. That was Coach Walt. Freshman year he nearly incinerated me and half the football team just so that he could win some stupid game. Then there was the kid who almost literally became a bug because he was bitten by a bunch of meteor infected insects.
“Justin’s one of them,” she added softly. “He’s telekinetic. The trauma of losing his hands in the accident gave him powers.”
“So he threw me across the room with his mind?” Oliver frowned.
“I know it sounds crazy, but yeah.”
“Chloe,” he said softly, taking her hand and holding it gently. “I believe you. There’s no way he could have pinned me to ceiling without some kind of help and I didn’t see any wires. You know, that Wall of Weird makes a lot more sense now.”
She laughed weakly. “I started that way before I knew just how crazy this place is. At least now I know what exactly is going on.”
Oliver arched an eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling that you end up in the middle more often than not?”
“Because I do,” she admitted sheepishly. “I seem to attract them.”
He laughed, then winced when the action caused his ribs to ache.
“Are you hurt badly?” Chloe asked, eyeing him concernedly.
“I’ve had worse.” He squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry.”
“How can I not worry?” she asked bitterly. “It’s my fault you’re hurt. If I hadn’t--”
“If you hadn’t what?” Oliver demanded. “If you hadn’t e-mailed him while he was in the hospital? If you hadn’t turned him down? If you hadn’t agreed to hang out with me? If you hadn’t comforted me and given me a hug? Chloe, you were just being a good person when you wrote to him. And he can’t fault you for turning him down when you didn’t feel anything for him. He should be grateful that you didn’t lead him on. And for the record, I don’t care what happens, I’m glad that you’re my friend. You’re the first person I’ve ever told any of that to and I will never regret that.”
“Even if a psychotic telekinetic kills you because he’s jealous?” she asked weakly.
“Even then,” he whispered, grimacing slightly.
Chloe frowned. “What hurts?”
“Would you relax?” Oliver chided. “I’ve felt worse after getting into fights at school.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t believe you. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re trying be all macho about it, but all right. Look.” her voice softened as she went on. “The next time Justin shows up, I want you to leave him to me. I might be able to talk him into taking me and letting you go.”
He stared at her. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not leaving you here!”
“Yes you are,” Chloe said firmly. “In fact, you’re going to get out of here, figure out where we are, and get Clark.”
“Clark?” Oliver repeated incredulously. “Does Clark have meteor powers too?”
“Sort of. He’s the only one who can stop Justin.”
Grunting in pain, Oliver struggled upright so that the two of them were looking in each other’s eyes. “Chloe, I don’t care if he can signal handedly bring about world peace, I’m not leaving you here with a psycho.”
“If I don’t try to talk him out of it, he’ll kill you,” she whispered.
Oliver took her face in his hands. “Listen to me. We are going to get out of this together.”
The conviction in his brown eyes was overwhelming. Slowly, Chloe nodded, forcing back tears as she did. Oliver wiped them away gently. She took his hand again. “You should lie down. Let’s you get you over to the bed.”
He didn’t protest as she pulled his arm over her shoulders and slid hers around his waist, pulling him to his feet. His ribs and back protested at the movement and he couldn’t keep back a gasp of pain. Chloe winced in sympathy. Slowly, they made their way over to the cot. It didn’t look very comfortable, but it had to be better than the floor. Once she had helped him lie back, Oliver pulled Chloe down beside him so that she was sitting, leaning against his chest.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.
“You’re not,” he assured her. “I don’t care how this sounds, but I’ve been alone for a really long time and right now, I really don’t want to be.”
Chloe’s face softened and she smiled weakly. “You must really be desperate if you’re willing to spend time with a snarky, nosy reporter who tends to attack the attention of homicidal freaks.”
“Well you must be equally desperate to be around a arrogant playboy with a chip on his shoulder and a history of being a jackass,” he pointed out.
“You make a good point.”
“Or maybe,” Oliver said softly, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, “I’m lucky that I found someone to hang out with that sees the real me.”
Leaning into his touch, Chloe gazed down at him. “I just might know the feeling.”
Oliver stroked a thumb over her cheek. “I know this sounds ridiculous. We barely know each other. But I think I’m falling for you.”
Her felt her stiffen slightly and for a moment he thought he’d royally screwed up. But then her eyes opened and she pressed her hand against his, holding it to her cheek. “I think I’m falling for you too,” she whispered.
He almost laughed in relief. Chloe grinned slightly, biting her lip. “I don’t know how or why, but I am.”
“I don’t care,” Oliver whispered. He slid his hand down so that it was wrapped gently around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him. Their lips were barely an inch apart with the door swung open.
Before either of them had time to move, Chloe was thrown across the room. She hit the wall only to be hurled across the space again, with even more force than before. Her head struck an exposed pipe with an audible crack. Blood trickled down her temple. She didn’t move.
Oliver stood, rounding on Justin. “What the hell are you doing? You could kill her?”
“That’s the point,” Justin said, almost mechanically. “She betrayed me. She’s no better than the man who ran me over or the surgeon who messed up my hands. They were punished. She should be too.” His face darkened and his eyes met Oliver’s. “Don’t worry. You’ll be punished too.”
As though a grappling hook had attached itself to his belt loop, Oliver felt himself being hoisted up and he too was thrown across the room. His back slammed against the wall for the third time. Pain radiated through him. He gasped and rolled onto his side, trying to stand.
An awful screeching sound pierced his ears and a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see that the iron door had been ripped off it’s hinges and was hovering above him.
“She should have been mine!” Justin hissed. “Mine! But because of you, we can never be together.”
“Go to hell!” Oliver spat.
Justin cocked his head slightly and smiled. “Why don’t you do it for me?”
Seeing the door begin to fall, Oliver braced himself for the impact.
It never came. A loud thud reverberated through the room. Oliver looked up and saw a young man, tall, broad, with brown hair, dressed in jeans and plaid shirt, holding the door in one hand and an unconscious Justin in the other. Effortless, the man tossed the door through the far wall, creating an exit.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here,” Oliver grunted. “And say you’re Clark.”
Frowning slightly, Clark turned to face him. “How do you...” His gaze fell on Chloe and his frown deepened.
Guessing what the other man was thinking, Oliver heaved himself to his feet and said, “She didn’t tell me, if that’s what you’re thinking. She told me about meteor freaks and then tried to convince me to let her talk Justin into letting me go and keeping her here on the condition that I go to you for help. I guessed that you weren’t normal.”
Completely uncomfortable with the topic, Clark hoisted Justin over his shoulder. “I’m going to drop Justin off at Belle Reve and then I’ll be back for you.”
Oliver’s mouth fell open. “Are you crazy! Chloe needs a hospital!”
“She didn’t tell you what I can do, did she?” Clark asked.
“No but I think it’s pretty obvious considering I just saw you toss a giant metal door through the wall!” Oliver snapped.
Clark pursed his lips. For a moment, he considered explaining to Oliver exactly what he could do, then decided it would be easier to just show him. Making sure he had a good grip on the unconscious psycho, Clark sped out of the room leaving Oliver staring after him.
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Chloe woke slowly. Bright florescent light filtered uncomfortably through her eye lids. She tried to remember what had happened before she passed out, but it was all a blur. The last thing she remembered was leaning toward Oliver, about to...
Her eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright, gasping, “Oliver!”
The entire room swam before her eyes and pain stabbed through her head. A hand grasped her shoulder and pushed her down on the pillows.
“Relax, Chlo,” Clark murmured. “You have a concussion. Doctors said you’re lucky not to have a cracked skull. You need to lay down.”
Chloe glared at her best friend. She wished she had his heat vision that moment. “Oliver’s fine,” Clark said quickly, recognizing the deadly look in her eyes. “The doctor’s checked him out. He had a couple of bruised ribs and he was pretty sore. But he’s fine. Justin’s in Belle Reve, medicated this time, so he can’t do anything. I’m going to tell the doctor you’re awake and then I’m going to call Oliver and let him know you’re awake.”
Coldness suddenly washed over her. “Where is Oliver,” she asked in a small voice. He wouldn't have just left, would he?
Clark sighed and shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “You guys were missing for almost a day. The minute Oliver was cleared by the doctors, his guardian had him hauled back to Star City. He didn’t want to go. I listened to him engage in a shouting match over the phone. I don’t know what happened to make him go, but he wasn’t happy about it. He’s been calling me every thirty minutes.”
“Really?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow. “How long have I been out?”
“Almost eight hours.”
Chloe groaned and closed her eyes. “What did you tell Lois?”
“The truth. Well as much I could,” he quickly amended. “She thinks that you and Oliver were kidnapped by a crazy person who was infatuated with you. But she doesn’t know about the meteor powers.”
Blushing, Chloe cracked an eye and looked at Clark. “About that,” she said sheepishly. “I didn’t actually tell him. He kind of figured it out. I think he’s okay with it and I doubt he’ll tell anyone because no one would believe him. And he doesn’t know everything. He think’s you’re meteor infected.”
Clark suppressed a grin. “Chloe it’s fine. He already told me that he’d keep it a secret and he’d have figured it out when I saved you guys anyway. Don’t worry about it.”
Chloe sat up and pushed herself to the other side of the bed. “Who are you and what have you done with Clark?”
“Chloe...”
“Don’t “Chloe” me Clark,” she snapped. “You’re number one priority has always been your secret. And I don’t blame you for that. I completely understand. So excuse me if I’m just a little surprised that you’re not freaking out.”
Clark shrugged. “He found out because I saved him, Chloe. It’s not your fault. All things considered, he’s taking it really well. Besides, I get the feeling that he really likes you and I know what secrets can do to a relationship, so since he already knows that I have powers, you should probably tell him the rest. That way he’ll know what’s going on.”
Chloe’s mouth fell open and for once in her life she was completely speechless. She gaped at Clark for a full minute before finding her voice. “Seriously? Who body-snatched you?”
“I may not be exactly comfortable with the idea that someone else knows my secret,” he admitted, “but after what happened with Lex, I think that it might be better to just tell Oliver the truth.”
“Clark, Lex is trying to figure out your secret so he can use you,” Chloe pointed out. “Why would you think that this time revealing it is the right idea?”
“Because if Oliver was anything like Lex, the first thing he would have done was made some kind of threat to expose me to the world,” Clark replied. “But that’s not what he did. He did the same thing as you. He told me that my secret was safe and then didn’t bring it up again. I trust you Chloe and if Oliver is anything like you, I think I can trust him.”
Chloe stared at her best friend. “When did you get so mature?” she asked weakly.
“Maybe hanging out with you knocked some sense into me,” he shrugged. “I’m going to go call Oliver so that he’ll stop freaking out and deal with whatever the problem is in Star City and then I’m going to get the doctor so we can spring you before Lois does it herself.”
Author's Note: I know you're probably wanting to bombard me with rotten produce right about now with that almost kiss, but I felt like it was a little too soon for that. This may be a little OOC for Clark, but this is how I always wanted him to act. Now I'm going to duck and cover :D
Chapter 6
Summary: Oliver finds himself at Smallville High where he meets Chloe and discovers the world of Meta-humans. But will his newfound happiness be threatened by the presence of an old enemy?
Rating: PG-13 (Mostly for mild language and violence in later chapters. I don't see it going any further, but if it does, the rating will change accordingly.)
Warning: This is mostly AU. I plan to work in as much from the series as I can, but the timeline is completely mine and character ages have been changed as I see fit. Oliver's only a year older than Chloe in this. She already knows about Clark's powers. And Lois is living with Chloe.
Relationships: Chlollie, Clois (just a teeny, tiny bit)
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
Banner by:
552158 Author's Note: Consider this a last minute Valentine's Day present for all of you who were wondering what happens next :P
Chapter 5
Oliver woke to someone shaking him. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. His head felt like it was about to explode.
“Come on, Oliver,” Chloe whispered. “Wake up!”
The memory of what happened flooded back to him. His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. Chloe jumped back, startled by the sudden movement. They were in some sort of cellar. The only light came from a single, bare bulb in the center of the ceiling. A cot was pushed against one wall beside the solid iron door.
They were prisoners.
Oliver turned his gaze to Chloe and quickly glanced over her, looking for some visible sign of harm. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded. “You?”
“Just a bump on the head,” he said, getting to his feet. “Where are we?”
“I have no idea,” Chloe sighed. “It might be the old creamed corn factory or any one of the numerous abandoned buildings in Smallville.”
He went to the door and examined it, hoping to find some way out. “What are our chances of being found?”
Chloe bit her lip. “Well...that all depends on where exactly we are, but not as bad as you might think.” As long as we’re not in the middle of a field of meteor rock or in a lead building, Clark’ll find us, eventually.
“Any ideas who’s behind--ugh!”
Without warning, Oliver went flying across the room. He slammed into the wall and slid to the floor where he lay groaning. Chloe gasped and ran toward him, but something grabbed her around the middle and deposited her on the bed.
The door swung open and Justin Gaines walked in.
“Hello, Chloe,” he said softly.
“Justin!” she gasped. “What are you doing here? I thought....I thought you were in--”
“Belle Reve?” he supplied. A manic gleam appeared in his eyes. “I was. Did you really think they could keep me there? They had no idea what I was really capable of. They weren’t even giving me meds. I was completely lucid. All I had to do was wait until night and then sneak out.”
“What do you want, Justin?” Chloe demanded. Her voice shook slightly.
He smiled and moved toward her. “I just want to be with you. You’re all I can think about Chloe. We’re meant to be together.”
“Then why take Oliver too?”
Justin’s face darkened. “He kissed you. You’re mine and no one else’s. He has to be punished for trying to take you away from me.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. At that moment, Oliver launched himself at Justin, tackling him to the floor. The rolled across the room until they hit the wall. Oliver grunted and lost his grip on Justin, who broke away.
Scrambling to his feet, Justing looked down on Oliver. He flicked his wrist and Oliver went flying toward the ceiling. His body slammed against the concrete with a sickening sound.
“Stop!” Chloe shouted. “You’ll kill him!”
Justin glanced at her over his shoulder. “You’re right. It’s not time for that yet.”
Sparing once last glance at Oliver, Justin left the room. As soon as the door closed, Oliver fell to the ground. Chloe ran over to him and gently turned him onto his back, placing his head in her lap. He winced at the movement.
“Are you all right?” she asked softly.
Oliver grimaced. “Peachy. What the hell just happened? Who was that?”
“That was Justin,” she whispered.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that’s the guy that had a thing for you.”
Chloe sighed and ran her hand gently through his hair, trying to soothe him. The pain on his face lessened slightly. “Yeah. That’s him. Oliver, I didn’t tell you everything before. And I know I’m going to sound crazy, but I’m telling you the truth.”
“Chloe, what’s going on?” Oliver asked.
“About thirteen years ago, Smallville was hit by a meteor shower. Half the town was destroyed. One of my friends lost her parents.” She drew in a shaky breath. “But that wasn’t the worst part. Some of the meteor rocks were radioactive. Not many people believe this, but they have special properties and if a person is exposed to the radiation for too long or under the right circumstances the rocks can give that person special abilities.”
When she paused, Oliver licked his lips and looked up at her. “Like what kind of special abilities?”
Chloe bit her lip and continued to run her fingers through his hair. “Like the ability to control fire. That was Coach Walt. Freshman year he nearly incinerated me and half the football team just so that he could win some stupid game. Then there was the kid who almost literally became a bug because he was bitten by a bunch of meteor infected insects.
“Justin’s one of them,” she added softly. “He’s telekinetic. The trauma of losing his hands in the accident gave him powers.”
“So he threw me across the room with his mind?” Oliver frowned.
“I know it sounds crazy, but yeah.”
“Chloe,” he said softly, taking her hand and holding it gently. “I believe you. There’s no way he could have pinned me to ceiling without some kind of help and I didn’t see any wires. You know, that Wall of Weird makes a lot more sense now.”
She laughed weakly. “I started that way before I knew just how crazy this place is. At least now I know what exactly is going on.”
Oliver arched an eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling that you end up in the middle more often than not?”
“Because I do,” she admitted sheepishly. “I seem to attract them.”
He laughed, then winced when the action caused his ribs to ache.
“Are you hurt badly?” Chloe asked, eyeing him concernedly.
“I’ve had worse.” He squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry.”
“How can I not worry?” she asked bitterly. “It’s my fault you’re hurt. If I hadn’t--”
“If you hadn’t what?” Oliver demanded. “If you hadn’t e-mailed him while he was in the hospital? If you hadn’t turned him down? If you hadn’t agreed to hang out with me? If you hadn’t comforted me and given me a hug? Chloe, you were just being a good person when you wrote to him. And he can’t fault you for turning him down when you didn’t feel anything for him. He should be grateful that you didn’t lead him on. And for the record, I don’t care what happens, I’m glad that you’re my friend. You’re the first person I’ve ever told any of that to and I will never regret that.”
“Even if a psychotic telekinetic kills you because he’s jealous?” she asked weakly.
“Even then,” he whispered, grimacing slightly.
Chloe frowned. “What hurts?”
“Would you relax?” Oliver chided. “I’ve felt worse after getting into fights at school.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t believe you. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re trying be all macho about it, but all right. Look.” her voice softened as she went on. “The next time Justin shows up, I want you to leave him to me. I might be able to talk him into taking me and letting you go.”
He stared at her. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not leaving you here!”
“Yes you are,” Chloe said firmly. “In fact, you’re going to get out of here, figure out where we are, and get Clark.”
“Clark?” Oliver repeated incredulously. “Does Clark have meteor powers too?”
“Sort of. He’s the only one who can stop Justin.”
Grunting in pain, Oliver struggled upright so that the two of them were looking in each other’s eyes. “Chloe, I don’t care if he can signal handedly bring about world peace, I’m not leaving you here with a psycho.”
“If I don’t try to talk him out of it, he’ll kill you,” she whispered.
Oliver took her face in his hands. “Listen to me. We are going to get out of this together.”
The conviction in his brown eyes was overwhelming. Slowly, Chloe nodded, forcing back tears as she did. Oliver wiped them away gently. She took his hand again. “You should lie down. Let’s you get you over to the bed.”
He didn’t protest as she pulled his arm over her shoulders and slid hers around his waist, pulling him to his feet. His ribs and back protested at the movement and he couldn’t keep back a gasp of pain. Chloe winced in sympathy. Slowly, they made their way over to the cot. It didn’t look very comfortable, but it had to be better than the floor. Once she had helped him lie back, Oliver pulled Chloe down beside him so that she was sitting, leaning against his chest.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.
“You’re not,” he assured her. “I don’t care how this sounds, but I’ve been alone for a really long time and right now, I really don’t want to be.”
Chloe’s face softened and she smiled weakly. “You must really be desperate if you’re willing to spend time with a snarky, nosy reporter who tends to attack the attention of homicidal freaks.”
“Well you must be equally desperate to be around a arrogant playboy with a chip on his shoulder and a history of being a jackass,” he pointed out.
“You make a good point.”
“Or maybe,” Oliver said softly, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, “I’m lucky that I found someone to hang out with that sees the real me.”
Leaning into his touch, Chloe gazed down at him. “I just might know the feeling.”
Oliver stroked a thumb over her cheek. “I know this sounds ridiculous. We barely know each other. But I think I’m falling for you.”
Her felt her stiffen slightly and for a moment he thought he’d royally screwed up. But then her eyes opened and she pressed her hand against his, holding it to her cheek. “I think I’m falling for you too,” she whispered.
He almost laughed in relief. Chloe grinned slightly, biting her lip. “I don’t know how or why, but I am.”
“I don’t care,” Oliver whispered. He slid his hand down so that it was wrapped gently around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him. Their lips were barely an inch apart with the door swung open.
Before either of them had time to move, Chloe was thrown across the room. She hit the wall only to be hurled across the space again, with even more force than before. Her head struck an exposed pipe with an audible crack. Blood trickled down her temple. She didn’t move.
Oliver stood, rounding on Justin. “What the hell are you doing? You could kill her?”
“That’s the point,” Justin said, almost mechanically. “She betrayed me. She’s no better than the man who ran me over or the surgeon who messed up my hands. They were punished. She should be too.” His face darkened and his eyes met Oliver’s. “Don’t worry. You’ll be punished too.”
As though a grappling hook had attached itself to his belt loop, Oliver felt himself being hoisted up and he too was thrown across the room. His back slammed against the wall for the third time. Pain radiated through him. He gasped and rolled onto his side, trying to stand.
An awful screeching sound pierced his ears and a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see that the iron door had been ripped off it’s hinges and was hovering above him.
“She should have been mine!” Justin hissed. “Mine! But because of you, we can never be together.”
“Go to hell!” Oliver spat.
Justin cocked his head slightly and smiled. “Why don’t you do it for me?”
Seeing the door begin to fall, Oliver braced himself for the impact.
It never came. A loud thud reverberated through the room. Oliver looked up and saw a young man, tall, broad, with brown hair, dressed in jeans and plaid shirt, holding the door in one hand and an unconscious Justin in the other. Effortless, the man tossed the door through the far wall, creating an exit.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here,” Oliver grunted. “And say you’re Clark.”
Frowning slightly, Clark turned to face him. “How do you...” His gaze fell on Chloe and his frown deepened.
Guessing what the other man was thinking, Oliver heaved himself to his feet and said, “She didn’t tell me, if that’s what you’re thinking. She told me about meteor freaks and then tried to convince me to let her talk Justin into letting me go and keeping her here on the condition that I go to you for help. I guessed that you weren’t normal.”
Completely uncomfortable with the topic, Clark hoisted Justin over his shoulder. “I’m going to drop Justin off at Belle Reve and then I’ll be back for you.”
Oliver’s mouth fell open. “Are you crazy! Chloe needs a hospital!”
“She didn’t tell you what I can do, did she?” Clark asked.
“No but I think it’s pretty obvious considering I just saw you toss a giant metal door through the wall!” Oliver snapped.
Clark pursed his lips. For a moment, he considered explaining to Oliver exactly what he could do, then decided it would be easier to just show him. Making sure he had a good grip on the unconscious psycho, Clark sped out of the room leaving Oliver staring after him.
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Chloe woke slowly. Bright florescent light filtered uncomfortably through her eye lids. She tried to remember what had happened before she passed out, but it was all a blur. The last thing she remembered was leaning toward Oliver, about to...
Her eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright, gasping, “Oliver!”
The entire room swam before her eyes and pain stabbed through her head. A hand grasped her shoulder and pushed her down on the pillows.
“Relax, Chlo,” Clark murmured. “You have a concussion. Doctors said you’re lucky not to have a cracked skull. You need to lay down.”
Chloe glared at her best friend. She wished she had his heat vision that moment. “Oliver’s fine,” Clark said quickly, recognizing the deadly look in her eyes. “The doctor’s checked him out. He had a couple of bruised ribs and he was pretty sore. But he’s fine. Justin’s in Belle Reve, medicated this time, so he can’t do anything. I’m going to tell the doctor you’re awake and then I’m going to call Oliver and let him know you’re awake.”
Coldness suddenly washed over her. “Where is Oliver,” she asked in a small voice. He wouldn't have just left, would he?
Clark sighed and shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “You guys were missing for almost a day. The minute Oliver was cleared by the doctors, his guardian had him hauled back to Star City. He didn’t want to go. I listened to him engage in a shouting match over the phone. I don’t know what happened to make him go, but he wasn’t happy about it. He’s been calling me every thirty minutes.”
“Really?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow. “How long have I been out?”
“Almost eight hours.”
Chloe groaned and closed her eyes. “What did you tell Lois?”
“The truth. Well as much I could,” he quickly amended. “She thinks that you and Oliver were kidnapped by a crazy person who was infatuated with you. But she doesn’t know about the meteor powers.”
Blushing, Chloe cracked an eye and looked at Clark. “About that,” she said sheepishly. “I didn’t actually tell him. He kind of figured it out. I think he’s okay with it and I doubt he’ll tell anyone because no one would believe him. And he doesn’t know everything. He think’s you’re meteor infected.”
Clark suppressed a grin. “Chloe it’s fine. He already told me that he’d keep it a secret and he’d have figured it out when I saved you guys anyway. Don’t worry about it.”
Chloe sat up and pushed herself to the other side of the bed. “Who are you and what have you done with Clark?”
“Chloe...”
“Don’t “Chloe” me Clark,” she snapped. “You’re number one priority has always been your secret. And I don’t blame you for that. I completely understand. So excuse me if I’m just a little surprised that you’re not freaking out.”
Clark shrugged. “He found out because I saved him, Chloe. It’s not your fault. All things considered, he’s taking it really well. Besides, I get the feeling that he really likes you and I know what secrets can do to a relationship, so since he already knows that I have powers, you should probably tell him the rest. That way he’ll know what’s going on.”
Chloe’s mouth fell open and for once in her life she was completely speechless. She gaped at Clark for a full minute before finding her voice. “Seriously? Who body-snatched you?”
“I may not be exactly comfortable with the idea that someone else knows my secret,” he admitted, “but after what happened with Lex, I think that it might be better to just tell Oliver the truth.”
“Clark, Lex is trying to figure out your secret so he can use you,” Chloe pointed out. “Why would you think that this time revealing it is the right idea?”
“Because if Oliver was anything like Lex, the first thing he would have done was made some kind of threat to expose me to the world,” Clark replied. “But that’s not what he did. He did the same thing as you. He told me that my secret was safe and then didn’t bring it up again. I trust you Chloe and if Oliver is anything like you, I think I can trust him.”
Chloe stared at her best friend. “When did you get so mature?” she asked weakly.
“Maybe hanging out with you knocked some sense into me,” he shrugged. “I’m going to go call Oliver so that he’ll stop freaking out and deal with whatever the problem is in Star City and then I’m going to get the doctor so we can spring you before Lois does it herself.”
Author's Note: I know you're probably wanting to bombard me with rotten produce right about now with that almost kiss, but I felt like it was a little too soon for that. This may be a little OOC for Clark, but this is how I always wanted him to act. Now I'm going to duck and cover :D
Chapter 6
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Date: 2011-02-15 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-15 05:51 am (UTC)Again Awesome update :D
BTW 552158 the banner is beautiful :)
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-15 07:06 am (UTC)I've loving this story, everything about it, and no need to duck and cover. I didn't watch earlier seasons, but there's no reason to believe that younger Clark wouldn't act like this with the right persuasion.
As for the almost kiss... I think you're right.
Another great chapter, thanks for posting so quickly. Hopefully your Valentine's Day was awesome.
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad you agree with me about Clark. I've gotten soooo tired of him being a self-centered jerk on the show. At least this season is a little bit better. I like the idea of Clark being protective of his secret, but also accepting that some people are going to know it.
Glad you're enjoying it!
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Date: 2011-02-15 07:50 am (UTC)Great job, looking very much forward to the next installment :D
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:43 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying everything.
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Date: 2011-02-15 10:04 am (UTC)There will be no produce thrown at you, so no need to duck and cover because I think you did an awesome job with this chapter.
The almost kiss and sharing of emotions were perfect and now Oliver has been draged back to Star City. Poor Chloe when she finally finds a sweet guy she can be honest with, life happens (the Smallville kind of life).
Once again thanks for sharing this awesome fic..:)))
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Date: 2011-02-15 03:45 pm (UTC)