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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 1
Living in a town like Smallville, you’d gotten used to reading about the weird and dangerous. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it.
You could barely recall what happened.
Or how you ended up in someone's basement.
Next to you was a familiar face that seemed to jog your memory.
“Shit!”
Thankfully you hadn’t been bound. Your assailant must have believed you would be out for a while.
“Clark, Hey Kent you gotta wake up! Wake up!!”
You were shaking him frantically. When he rolled over on his back, you noticed the cut that was prominent on his forehead. As well as the green rock at his side. You grabbed the stone, chugging it in a random direction.
“Stupid rock!”
It’s the reason you were both in this situation in the first place. Pulling your shirt sleeve down, you did your best to rub some of the blood from his wound. The situation wasn’t looking too good right about now. You brushed his forehead a couple times and to your surprise he began to stir. When his eyes shot open and his body jolted upright you almost fell back.
“T-Take it easy you’re hurt we need to get you..”
Your words trailed off, because when he stood up, you could see the wound on his head. You’d managed to clear a decent amount of the blood. So when a golden spark ignited on his face and the wound seemed to heal itself, you briefly contemplated that you were delirious. You slowly rose to your feet, taking some much needed steps back.
Clark looked a bit more guarded.
“You’re one of them..”
Clark shook his head, taking a step forward and you backed up. He stopped, raising his hands.
“Listen to me, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Right now we need to get out of here before Kyle gets back.”
That’s right. Kyle.
The fire wielding maniac who’d grabbed the both of you from the school. It was just bad timing on your part. You’d been doing some extra credit when you caught him trying to set a classroom on fire with Clark in it. You weren’t even surprised when you saw him holding one of those tainted meteors. It explained where his powers came from.
Right about now you weren’t sure who to trust.
Clark who had just self healed or Kyle who no doubt would burn you both alive if he had the chance.
“I need you to trust me.”
You didn’t really have much of a choice. It’s clear that Clark is a victim too. As it stood he might be the only way you make it out of here.
“O-Okay..”
You weren’t still a bit hesitant. But you moved closer, holding out your hand as a show of good faith.
“I trust you.”
That’s all he needed to hear. He sent you a small smile, giving you a firm shake.
“Hold on.”
You’re a bit puzzled by the statement.
“Hold on to wha-”
You squealed when he picked you up as if you were weightless. Your hands scrambled to steady themselves on his broad shoulders and you just stared as he gave a reassuring smile. When you felt the rush of wind, you practically screamed, wrapping your hands around his neck.
The second your bodies finally stopped moving, your eyes were still clenched shut.
“We’re safe.”
Opening your eyes hesitantly, he was right. You were both right at the police station.
Your eyes connected to his with wonder, and Clark seemed a bit taken in the moment.
“Clark!!”
The call broke the moment, and when you looked over, his parents were running towards him with the Sheriff. He finally placed you on your feet. You released slowly and Clark gave you one last look before he moved over to explain the situation.
It took maybe an hour for the police to find and subdue Kyle Sherman. Possibly with some help of course. Apparently he was found unconscious and taped to a pole on the school grounds. You didn’t have to wonder what happened because you had no doubt Clark was probably involved. He’d healed himself and ran a few miles in seconds.
Who knew what else he was packing.
After constant questioning from the cops and a trip to the hospital, you were finally being released.
Your older brother had raced over the moment he got the news and he hadn’t left your side since he met you at the police station. He was worried sick, and you couldn’t exactly blame him. There was still so much that really didn’t make sense. You were however glad that Kyle wasn’t still out there setting things aflame. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how drastically he’d changed when he got those powers.
He was just so normal. Then one break up and a missed scholarship and he’d started attacking friends and your institution.
It was scary to think about.
“Are you okay?”
You nod at your brother with a weak smile as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder comfortingly.
“I’m just glad it all worked out.”
There’s a lot you can’t truly share. It’s obvious that no one knows about Clark. Otherwise you doubt they would be that chill. Especially given their reaction to Kyle who only had one ability.
As you’re exiting the building, you notice the familiar blue and red attire of a certain Kent. Your steps slow down and your brother notices. His gaze follows your own, and he sees the exchange.
“Do you need a minute?”
He’s about to walk away, but you grip his arm, shaking your head.
“N-No! I j-just want to go home.”
You drop your head low, and your brother nods in understanding. He sends Clark an apologetic smile as you both move past him. You don’t look up. So you don’t see his hurt expression. But you can feel it. The weight of your fear, rejection. It’s definitely not easy for him to swallow. So he just watches as you walk away.
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Three weeks and life returns to a state of normalcy.
As normal as it can get in Smallville that is.
You haven’t spoken to Clark since that day.
The guilt is present.
He saved your life and your way of repaying him was avoidance.
“I’m a coward.”
You already know that, still were you truly wrong?
For all you knew the guy could be an alien.
You scratched your head as you gathered your books, distracted. Closing your locker, you exhale softly. You’re about to take a step but you notice someone ahead and you take a step back to apologize for the near collision. Your eyes lift and you notice those blue eyes. Clutching your books a bit tighter, you freeze.
You should say something.
Possibly an apology.
But the fear of that day creeps up, and you can’t get any words out. Clark takes notice of your struggles and he moves back.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” His face changes to a neutral expression. Like he’s guarding himself.
“I won’t approach you again, I promise.”
You swallow. Because that’s what you wanted. It must have been. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague.
It’s pathetic.
You feel absolutely pathetic.
Before you can stop them, the tears begin to flow. Clark’s expression morphed into a much softer one when he sees the droplets that run down your cheeks.
“I’m terrified..t-this is terrifying..”
You can’t pretend that you aren’t scared. Clark understands. It was stupid to just expect you to accept all of this. You were taken by an unhinged teen who possessed unnatural abilities just like him. Your fear is completely rational.
“I’m sorry..”
It’s a shaky sob and you drop your books, lifting your hands to your face.
“I-I’m so sorry!!”
You cry.
It’s stupid to make a scene right in the middle of the hallway. But you don’t care. You’ve been so scared. Being kidnapped, witnessing abilities you couldn’t comprehend and then shameful running from the guy who’s the main reason you’re alive.
Clark understands.
“Is it okay if I hug you?” He asks softly.
You can’t speak, so you just nod. Before he can make a move you run into his arms. He’s startled by the action, but his hands slowly lower, and he returns the embrace.
It’s clear this is what you both needed.
Somehow, it feels like everything will be okay.
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Reunion
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Word Count: 1,683
Warning: Swearing, Making out
Summary: When Tom falls ill, his estranged son comes back into the reader's life bringing more than she bargained for.
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Leaning against your shut apartment door, you closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day at the diner, with many rude customers. Tossing your bag onto the floor, you made your way to the couch, laying across it. Pulling your phone out, you began looking through your notifications. There was a voicemail from Tom Curry.
As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time.
The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.
Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.
“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”
Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm.
“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”
Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying.
“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.
Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.
“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room.
“Someone please help!” You called.
A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.
Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur.
It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.
“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”
Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.
“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow.
“Y/N…”
Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”
Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”
“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.”
“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”
“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.”
A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.
“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.
Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.
“Y/N!” Arthur called behind you.
Shaking your head, you didn’t care to stop.
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A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.
It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over.
Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER.
“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.”
Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.
“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze.
“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.
Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”
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After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him?
Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.
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The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.
“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall.
Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him.
“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”
Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.
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Arthur introduced you to the rest of the team. They were very understanding and welcoming towards you.
“Let’s go to the bar.” Arthur spoke.
Frowning, your gaze fell to the floor. “I...I don’t know.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N. Come on.”
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The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.
“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.
“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.
You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.
Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence.
Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you.
“Do you want to come up?”
“If you’re okay with that.”
Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs.
Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone.
You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake.
“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment.
“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke.
“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.
Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.
Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.
“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice.
Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.
“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”
Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.
“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject.
“Movie Night!” The three of them replied in unison.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 10
It doesn’t feel real.
You’ve known Harry all your life and you’ve never questioned his character. He’s always done right by you.
Protect you.
Maybe that’s why it hurt so much. Knowing that he’s kept such a secret.
Somehow you’ve ended up right back at Clark's house. You weren’t sure where else you could really go. You lift your hand a bit shakily. Knocking twice.
The door opens within seconds and you look up at Clark. You must look pretty pathetic, because he seems so torn just from your expression.
“I..”
How do you word this?
Your lips quiver.
“H-Harry isn’t…he’s not my brother..I-I don’t know who he is.”
Now he understands.
Clark ushers you inside, and his parents walk into the room. Obviously concerned by your expression.
It takes a while to explain your situation.
You don’t want to go back home. Because you aren’t sure where that is.
With your brother who’s a stranger, or the stranger who’s been acting like your brother.
“Thanks for letting me stay. I promise this won’t be permanent. I-I just need to figure out some things.”
Martha shakes her head.
“Stay as long as you want. I fixed up the guest room. If you need extra blankets or a change of clothes just let me know.” You nod.
“Thank you Mrs. Kent.”
She offers a smile, and Jonathan pats you on the shoulder. Clark is standing there and you give him an impish smile, turning away as you head up the stairs.
He knows you’re hurting and he feels useless.
“Just give it some time, Clark.” Martha advises.
He knows she’s right.
As his parents prepare for bed, Clark does the same. He’s been contemplating checking in on you, but you’d been distant since you found out the news. He wants to give you time and space, but it’s hard. All he wants to do is comfort you. But he doesn’t want you to push him away and run off to who knows where.
Sitting on his bed, he bounces his leg anxiously.
The subtle cries are what breaks his focus. It takes him a moment to realize that they are coming from your room. He’s subconsciously used his abilities. He can hear the soft whimpers as if you’re sitting right next to him and he tunes it out, jumping to his feet. He walks over to your room, knocking softly on the door. There’s a brief sound of shuffling and you pull the door open just a bit.
“H-Hey Clark.”
You’re trying to block his view, so he doesn’t see the tears. He steps forward and you stumble back.
“C-Clark!”
You try to keep your voice down, and he closes the door when he’s fully inside. You look so vulnerable and broken. You tug at your sleeves that have light wet spots, no doubt from rubbing your eyes.
Clark doesn’t say a word, he just pulls you into his arms.
For a moment, you aren’t sure how to react, but the weight of everything catches up and you can’t seem to stop the tears this time. You clutch his shirt desperately as you cry.
He doesn’t need an explanation.
You’re in pain, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it go away.
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The following morning when you wake, it takes a moment for you to collect yourself. You shift and Clark does the same, sleepily. When your eyes fully open, you smile at the sight of his disheveled hair. He’s still holding you close, and you lean into his embrace.
The movement seems to have woken him up, because a little sound leaves his lips and he looks down.
“(Y/N).”
“Present.”
You respond with a little smile.
He pulls you closer, burying his face into your neck. The action makes you blush.
Your grip tightens just a bit against the sheets.
“Clark…”
He hums, and when he leaves a kiss against your skin, you bite down on your lip. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest, and he must hear it, because he pulls back to look at you. There’s a playful smile on his lips.
“Your heart is racing.”
Your blush darkens.
“Y-You’re the one leaving kisses on my neck early in the morning like we’re an old married couple what do you expect!!”
His smile just widens, and this time, he presses a kiss to your lips. You’ve completely forgotten why you were protesting.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 5
He’s not really sure how to fix this.
“I’m sorry, It was an accident. I fell.”
That doesn’t sound the least bit believable. He’s been pacing outside of your house for the last twenty minutes. When you hadn’t come to see him the following day, he knew he would have to make the first move.
It’s a lot harder when he’s the one that caused the problem.
Taking a deep breath, he finally marches over to the door, giving it two firm knocks. His ears pick up on movement and he has to physically stop himself from looking through the door to see if it's you. When it opens, it’s not who he expects.
“Can I help you?”
The older man is wearing a pair of glasses, raising a brow.
“Wait a second, you look familiar…You’re that kid. The one that saved my sister..”
Clark holds out his hand.
“Clark Kent, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Wells.”
Harrison nods.
“Likewise. So I can finally put a name to the face. You’re the one she never stops talking about. I think it goes without saying how grateful I am for what you did, Clark.” Harrison shakes his hand and when Clark pulls away he rubs his neck.
“Anyone would have done the same.”
He can’t help but glance past Harrison, no doubt in search of you.
“Would you like to come in, (Y/N) was helping me with a project. Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
Harrison walked over to the staircase.
“(Y/N), you have a visitor.”
Clark perks up at the sound of your pattering feet down the stairs.
“I thought we were going to finish the..” Your words trail off when you realize it’s Clark. He gives an awkward wave and you can’t stop the blush of your cheeks.
This is embarrassing.
No words are really exchanged and Harrison looks between the both of you.
“Do you like him or something?”
“Harry!” You smack his arm with all the force you can and he frowns, turning around to you with a glare.
“Just leave.” You grumble.
He’s already betrayed you by letting Clark inside.
“I’ll be in the lab if you need me.” Harry mutters.
He has no intention to get involved.
Now that he’s here, there’s no way to avoid the obvious.
“Come on.” You say quietly. You don’t look at him, and Clark simply nods as he follows you to your room.
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“You have a nice house.”
He feels like he has to say something to break the awkwardness.
You still say nothing and he finally sighs in defeat.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just made an impulse move. Please just talk to me.”
It’s been driving him mad and now you feel guilty. It’s clear he’d come to apologize.
“I didn’t run because of you okay. I-I was just surprised.”
He understands.
“I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, playing with the sleeves of your sweater.
“Clark that..that was my first kiss.”
It’s embarrassing to admit, especially to him.
“I-I’ve never kissed anyone o-or had a boyfriend. I don’t know a thing about relationships or love or anything. I’m just an awkward mess.”
You hug yourself and he begins to see the bigger picture. Clark takes a step closer.
“So you liked it. When I kissed you?”
It’s almost a whisper, and you look up. Your expression probably gives everything away.
“I-I did.” You admit.
His heart hammers and you look away bashfully.
“I-I can’t do this! I can barely look at you! You’re so cute and it drives me crazy!”
The confession is a bit of a surprise, but he can’t help but smile.
This whole time he was under the impression that he was the only one.
“It’s okay if you’re inexperienced or awkward. I don’t exactly have a lot of experience myself. I’m just glad that I’m not the only one.” His movement is a bit hesitant. He takes another step, and now he’s impossibly close.
“Can we try again?”
You finally will yourself to look at him, and you nod.
“O-Okay.”
Clark doesn’t move immediately. You shut your eyes and he grins at the way you stay planted like a statue.
“It’s hard for me to kiss you when you’re as still as a rock.”
“H-How else do you expect me to-Mphp!”
That sneaky fox.
His lips are now laying delicately against your own and your brows knit. You weren’t sure he’d be able to outdo himself, but you were clearly mistaken. His hands run down your shoulders pulling you in. You can easily say that the movies do moments like these justice.
It truly does feel magical.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
The voice makes you pull back hurriedly. Harry is standing at the door and he doesn’t look the least bit sorry or pleased. His glare seems to now be fixated on Clark.
“Mr. Kent, I was under the impression that you were a respectable man.”
Clark stammers defensively.
There’s not much he can truly say to rebuttal that.
You should expect nothing less of your brother.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 3
“Open your eyes.”
“No, I'm going to die!!”
“Quit being dramatic.”
“I’m not, you’re actually trying to kill me!! I see right through you Kent!!”
Jonathan laughs from below. He seems used to the antics.
When you told Clark about your fear of heights, he said he would be happy to help you get over it. Being the gullible person you were, you accepted it because you assumed you would be starting off somewhere manageable.
Like one story inside a building.
But no.
Clark had told you that it was a surprise. It’s only when he sped out to the freaking windmill that you realize how screwed you were.
“I’ll be in the barn working on the tractor if you need me.” Jonathan calls.
“No Mr. Kent, don't leave me!!”
Your eyes were still tightly shut, so you didn’t see the older man wave as he walked away.
“I swear when we’re on solid ground again I’m going to murder you Clark.”
“Indestructible, remember.”
“Curse you!!”
Through all your complaints, you were still clutching onto his jacket for dear life.
“Open your eyes, I promise you it’s not as scary as you think.”
“That’s easy to say when your body is unbreakable. Us humans have to worry about things like going splat!”
You wave a hand around angrily, and Clark takes your hand softly.
Lowering it.
“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.”
Maybe it was the tenderness of his voice that had you convinced. You know Clark would never do anything to hurt you. But fear was rarely ever rational.
Clark gave your hand a little squeeze, and you very cautiously began to open your eyes. Just looking down, you could feel yourself become dizzy. Clark placed his hands on your shoulders, and it felt a little easier. You swallowed, taking in the view from above. The calming feel of the wind on your cheeks was actually not that horrible. The sun seemed just about ready to set, and the glow that shone was beautiful. Slowly but surely, your grip loosened. Clark smiled when that look of fear began to change to awe.
“It’s incredible…”
“I told you.”
“Don’t get cocky. I’m still mad at you. This is extreme. Now I’m ten times more terrified of heights.”
“What! But you just said it was incredible.”
“The view is, not my crippling fear. I was this close to peeing my pants. Now that we’ve established that you’re terrible at helping with fears and phobias, I’d like to get down before I puke out my organs.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“GET ME DOWN!!”
“Okay okay.”
Yes, your adventures with Clark Kent were anything if not invigorating.
It’s strangely nice. Your friendship with Clark is different from others that you’ve had. Then again, you can’t really say you have a lot of alien friends. But it isn’t just that. You feel as though you can tell him anything. Maybe it’s because he’s told you just about everything.
Most of your after school meetings are you asking him questions as you both do homework.
“Can you sneeze tornadoes?”
He makes a face.
‘Really, tornadoes.”
“It’s not a dumb question.”
“I beg to differ.”
“I beg to differ.” You mock.
Clark gives your shoulder a playful shove and you roll onto the floor dramatically.
“I’ve been attacked by a superhuman. Someone help.”
You make playful gurgling noises as you stick your tongue out and turn your head, pretending to be unconscious. Clark just rolls his eyes.
“It’s a good thing you’re into teaching because your acting is terrible.”
“Hey! I will have you know I played a very convincing willow tree when I was a toddler.”
“I bet.”
You giggle, moving back to take a seat next to Clark as you continue your studies.
When you begin working quietly, Clark can’t help but glance at you. He always thought that nothing good would come of other people finding out about him. It’s true that you were scared at the beginning, and he understood. Yet here you are, sitting together like you’ve known each other for decades.
“Hey, do you know how to solve this one? It doesn't make sen..”
You’d turn to ask him that question, but he’s already looking your way.
Clark swallows, and his gaze makes you a bit nervous.
“Is everything..okay?” You question.
He nods.
“Yeah. Everything is fine. Which question is it?”
You point to it, and Clark goes through the equation. You’d like to say you were listening, but that moment had you a bit distracted.
The week carries on as usual and you decide to shake off the awkward moment. Clark seems normal, so you don’t think much of it.
Walking into the Talon, you aren’t even surprised to see Chloe and Clark bickering. Lana brings them their drink and it seems she’s gotten caught in the crossfire. You smile.
“What’s the big argument about?”
“Clark here thinks serenading someone is overrated.”
You gasp.
“Chivalry really is dead.”
“That’s what I said!” Chloe defends. You take a seat and Lana smiles.
“I’d be a little embarrassed if someone did that for me in public. But in private, I think I’d like it.” Lana confesses.
You nod.
“I guess I’d feel the same. I always loved watching those cheesy movies where the lead tries to win the girl over with a song. It’s kind of cute.”
Clark looks a bit more attentive. He looks about ready to question further, but you’re interrupted.
“Room for one more?”
It’s Lex.
“Of course, Lex.” Clark replies.
“Can I get you something?”Lana asks. He nods, and Lana moves over to take his order. You don’t miss the way Chloe’s eyes seemed trained on him. Even as he leaves.
“He’s handsome right?” You whisper to her.
She nods.
“So handsome.” She gushes.
“I’m right here.” Clark grumbles. She brushes it off, and you send him a smile.
The atmosphere, these people, it’s nice. There hasn’t been a dull day since you met Clark.
Although your first meeting wasn’t under the best circumstances, you're weirdly grateful.
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5 -Final
Diana had decided to take the following day off and spend some time with you. Possibly discover what other abilities you might have. She’s talking, but you can’t quite focus. Because the thought of kissing Clark again seems to be the only thing on your mind.
“Are you alright?”
You flinch, nodding quickly.
“Yes! I’m sorry. Go on.”
Diana narrows her eyes with a playful smile.
“I’ve never seen you like this. Does it have anything to do with a certain boy?”
You frown, because you supposed this is what you should expect from an older sister.
“It’s nothing Diana.”
You try to brush it off, but from the look on her face, she’s not going to let it go until you tell her. If you’re being honest you have no idea what to do. You’ve always been careful about keeping that distance. You can cripple a man with your bare hands. Safe to say you haven’t been out there pursuing relationships. It’s also still a bit weird considering that you spent most of your life on an island with only women.
The opposite sex has always been a minefield and the ones you typically run into usually are the ones you want to punch in the face.
The knock at your door interrupts you, and Diana stands, heading for the door. The moment she opens it, you can almost see the smile from across the room as she speaks.
“It’s Clark.”
You wish you could just become invisible.
Maybe that’s one of your powers.
She welcomes him in, excusing herself with a playful smile. You roll your eyes, clearly displeased with her lack of tact.
Now that he’s standing right there it just makes it harder.
Clark looks just as uncomfortable as you. Dropping your head, you sigh.
“I’m sorry for running.” You mutter.
More specifically, flying right out of his barn window.
Of course he predicts the apology.
He decides to take a seat in hopes that it will help him feel more settled.
“It’s okay. I guess I would have done the same.”
He laughs, but it’s a bit awkward. There’s no way to talk about this in a way that it’s not. Truthfully you’re just curious as to why. He knows practically everything about you yet he still kissed you.
Logically, that doesn’t make sense.
At least not to you.
“Doesn’t this..bother you?”
You can’t help but ask the question.
Clark is far from normal, but even he should have reservations about your situation.
“You mean because you’re a demigod?”
“Yes.”
“Why does it matter?”
You stare at him in disbelief. He’s talking as if it’s a condiment on your food or a rock in someone’s shoe.
Clark tries to move closer, and it’s almost your instinct now to flee. Because around him you can’t seem to control your emotions. He pauses, noticing your need to keep a distance.
“Do you care that I’m Kryptonian?”
“Not really.”
That doesn’t really matter.
“Then why would it be a problem? Shouldn’t I give you the same benefit that you’re giving me?”
His rationalizations make sense. You know that. But it still feels like a lot.
“I don’t care about any of it. You’re the only thing that matters.”
The sincerity behind those words actually make you blush.
You look away.
“This is..strange..”
You’ve never really met a boy that you didn’t want to punch.
Clark smiles at the little furrow in your brows.
“You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”
You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to look at him.
“I’ve never had a desire to but that day I…”
Your hand moves to your lips.
“I liked it.”
You admit bashfully.
He’s happy with that statement.
“Do you want to try again?”
It’s a bit of a whisper and you swallow, looking up when he’s managed to close the little distance. He’s right in front of you. His arms settle on your shoulder, and this time it’s much harder to get rid of the redness of your cheeks.
“I-I don’t know how to mph-”
He kisses you softly, and you let out an involuntary moan. Clark smiles against your lips, pulling you close. You love it. The feel of him, of this. It’s amazing. Otherworldly. You never realized how good such human activities felt. You always just summed it up to their often primitive behavior. But you never considered a lot. Like how similar you are to them.
Control is not your strong suit either.
Clark parts after a few heated seconds, and you’re left trying to even your breathing. He hasn’t fully pulled away.
“I can teach you everything..”
He whispers against your lips.
You gulp.
Surely you have a lot to learn.
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4
The weekends are nice.
Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.
Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.
The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.
“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”
You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.
“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”
“Is it still broken?”
Martha nods.
“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”
He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.
You’re just staring at him expectantly.
“Do..do you want to come?”
You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.
Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.
“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”
Clark smiles at the observation.
“It is.”
You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.
“Damn thing..”
He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.
“Dad, lunch is ready!!”
“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”
From Clark’s expression he expected the response.
“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”
Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.
At least you attempt to.
Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.
Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.
You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.
“(Y/N)...”
Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.
Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.
“I can fly..”
Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.
You swallow.
“I…I have to go..”
You looked confused, angry…lost.
Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.
~~
“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”
The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”
She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Diana was clearly confused.
“Tell you what?”
You appeared to be searching for the words.
Right ones.
“That we are the same.”
Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.
You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.
Misunderstood.
Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”
You should be furious.
This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.
Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.
“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”
A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.
“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”
You relax in the embrace.
“Thank you, Diana.”
If nothing else, you’re grateful.
~Clark’s Loft~
“That’s how the conversation went.”
Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.
“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”
It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.
“Thank you Clark.”
It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.
“For what?”
If anything he should be thanking you.
“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”
He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.
Your presence.
The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.
Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.
It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.
“I-I’m sorry!”
Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.
“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”
You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.
You have no idea where that came from.
Moving to the open window, you just jump out.
Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.
He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.
You seem to be constantly flying away from him.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 21
The first thing you register is the lack of contact.
When you open your eyes, Clark and Harry are nowhere in sight.
Not that you’re surprised.
You try your best to focus.
On your surroundings, the feeling, Harry’s words.
“I believe in you.”
“I’ve got this.”
You have to conquer this, if nothing but to keep your own sanity. Letting out a breath, you take in the environment. Try to spot something familiar. Looking down, you’re surprised, your clothes have changed.
“Where am I?”
You turn in a circle, watching the space in front of you. It looks like you’re in a town, fairly similar to Smallville. You take some hesitant steps forward, down the path.
The old poster on the walls, the dated clothing that everyone seemed to be wearing. It’s not making any sense, not until you see the sign.
“The Talon.. “
You never thought you’d feel so happy to see something so simple. It appears you’re still in Smallville. Grinning you take off in a sprint, ignoring the stares that follow you.
~~
“She’s gone..”
Harry knew he was the one to encourage you, but it was terrifying, not knowing where you were. What would happen to you or if you would come back. He would never forgive himself if you got hurt.
Harry turns and Clark looks just as devastated.
“She’s going to be okay.” Clark looks over at Harry’s statement.
“It’s not a matter of what I hope, it’s faith. (Y/N) is strong. She’s going to come back.”
Harry’s firm words make a smile rise on Clark’s face. It’s obvious that he noticed the fear and decided to console. As stoic as Harry looks sometimes, he cares. More than he likes to show sometimes.
“Where do you think she ended up this time? Clark asks.
“Probably somewhere she feels at home, somewhere safe.”
It’s all he can hope for.
“Clark.”
Now that it’s just the two of them it seems appropriate to ask.
“Are you really an alien?”
Clark’s entire gait changes. His shoulders set almost protectively. It’s obvious this is a touchy subject.
“I wasn’t exactly born in Smallville.”
Harry watches him carefully, possibly waiting for someone to jump out and tell him it’s a prank. But even he knows better than that. If anything, Harry has to say that he’s indebted to Clark, because time and time again he’s shown up and done his best to keep you safe.
Your first meeting when you were both taken. That entire period when you were trying to figure out what to do about Aaron’s sudden arrival.
Now when you’re probably jumping through who knows how many realities.
“You love her.”
That’s not what Clark expects. Now his unease turns to bashfulness.
“I-I well I..you see I..”
Clark can’t get the words out. Despite the circumstances, Harry can’t help but smile. It’s clear Clark hasn’t said those words to you.
“Please just..don’t say anything to her. She’s been through a lot and I..I don’t think I could deal with losing her again.”
With so much still uncertain, when he finally sees you, he’d like nothing more than to confess it all, but it’s terrifying. Almost as terrifying as truly losing you.
“I won’t tell her.” Harry assures.
It’s not his place to tell you that. Clark has good intuition, he’ll know when the right moment is.
“Just remember, she loves me the most.”
Harry adjusts his glasses, and Clark actually laughs, because he makes it sound like a competition. He supposed he wouldn’t mind losing to Harry in that department.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 20
You’ve been trying to figure out what this means.
Your intention was to go to Harry, but you aren’t sure what exactly you can say. So your decision is to just make it through this last class. With the weekend coming up, it’ll give you a window to work through all of this.
That’s why that morning when you left you were determined to keep yourself grounded. Maybe if you divert your focus you won’t shift into some other reality again.
Yet, even now as the teacher is droning on about some lesson but you can’t focus.
Your vision is struggling to stay on the board, and you massage your eyelids.
It’s getting harder.
“Where did you come from!!”
You jump at the yell, and the students in your general area back up at your presence. There’s a boy sitting right next to you. He looks more intrigued than scared.
“Peter, get away from her!!”
A girl calls.
He moves out of his seat.
“You don’t have to be scared, I know you’re not bad. Spider sense.” He whispers.
“Spider Sense.. A-Are you..Peter Parker?”
He’s shocked.
“You know my name..”
You feel as though you’re going to hyperventilate.
“Ms Wells, Ms.Wells Ms. Wells!”
Your gasp, looking up, and all eyes in the room are trained in you.
Clark is sitting at your side, and he watches you with worry. You swallow, massaging the bridge of your nose.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t feel too well.”
Concern flashes in the teacher’s eyes.
Clark stands.
“I’ll take her to the nurse’s office.” Your teacher nods.
“Y-Yes, thank you Mr. Kent.”
Clark moves to your side immediately, helping you to your feet, You stand.
“I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head.
“No need to apologize. Please just worry about getting better. “ Clark guides you out of the classroom.
Walking through the hallway, you straighten, and Clark pulls his hands away hesitantly when you look unaffected.
“(Y/N) are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just needed to get out of class. Clark, we need to make an excuse to leave early. Something is..something is happening.”
He needs no more considering. From your tone, it’s clear that this is serious.
So with the permission of the school, you both left.
Clark hasn’t taken his eyes off you for a second.
The minute you get through your door, you’re looking for Harry.
He lifts his head, clearly confused as to why you’re home so early. His laptop is set in front of him and the second he catches wind of Clark’s worried expression he races to your side.
“What’s wrong!”
The wind has tossed your hair. Despite your uncertainty in this situation, you still wear a smile. Harry has proved time again that he’ll drop everything to protect you.
You take a breath, guiding him to the couch. He follows and so does Clark. When you’re all seated you finally speak.
“I think Aaron did something, triggered something in my body.”
You play with the hem of your shirt.
“I know I should have said something sooner but I wasn’t really sure how to say it. I think I might be..I think I might be traveling between realities.”
You know how crazy it sounds, and more than anything you want it to be a dream, but you had all literally seen a transparent apparition of your father.
“Harry, the theory of the multiverse, is it real?”
He stares in awe. He’d written about a lot in his time, but a lot of his works were theory at best. When he published that book, it was way before he could run at the speed of light. Although he hasn’t actually traveled through reality, he hasn’t completely abandoned the idea. There was so much he was still learning about his own power.
“I..I always theorized, but I’ve never, I’ve never had proof.”
You run a hand through your hair.
“I think it’s possible. Harry I’ve been time traveling, or leaping or something. Whatever Aaron did it unlocked something. First at Star Labs and then in the library, now at school. It keeps happening. I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how to control it. I-I’m scared..”
You seem a bit panicked and Clark takes your hand. He can’t really get rid of it. Your fears.
Harry wishes he could just tell you that it’ll all be alright that he’ll protect you. But he can’t promise that.
What he realizes is that he can’t hope to protect you from everything. He needs to equip you to protect yourself. So that what happened with Aaron, it never occurs again.
Harry swallows.
“I need you to do it again. To jump.”
The request makes your eyes crazy.
“W-What! N-No I can’t!” I’ve just barely gotten it to stop. If I stop thinking for a moment I could get lost again. I can’t Harry, I can’t!”
You stand and he rises, taking your shoulder.
“Listen to me (Y/N), you know I’d never let anything happen to you if it were within my power. But I can’t protect you. Not from this. You need to jump. Whatever he did, you can control it. The both of you are blood. You must have similar abilities. You have to tap into it. It’s the only way you can hope to gain control.”
You’re on the verge of tears.
“W-What if..what if I do and it turns me into him. What if I become a monster..”
The very thought is frightening, and Harry smiles, wiping the single tear that runs down your cheek.
“I have faith in you. You’re my sister and I trust you. I trust your ability. You can do this.”
His encouragement is any if not motivating. You mirror his smile a bit shakily and Harry presses his forehead against your own.
With an even breath, you nod slowly, closing your eyes.
You just barely feel Clark’s hand on your shoulder right before all the sound in the room fades out.
“I believe in you.”
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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 2
“Kent,”
Clark's eyes shift from his seat as he’s having lunch. One of the football players stood looking anything but pleased. Chloe raised an brow and Pete looked ready to step up.
“You been eyeing my girl Kent.”
This teen is notorious for being the jealous type. He’s dating one of the cheerleaders and apparently that came with paranoia.
“Beat it Cole, Clark isn’t that type of guy.” Pete states.
Cole slaps Clark’s tray right off the table and Chloe lifts her arm.
“Hey you jerk!!”
Both of them look like they’re about to go to battle. Clark stands to deescalate the situation, except Cole’s entire face is now pressed to the table. They all jolt, stepping back.
You’re standing over the side, hand pressed to the back of his head. They aren’t sure what’s more impressive. The fact that you’re keeping him down, or that you’re holding your tray in the other hand.
You’re wearing that frown that seems to always be planted on your face and by now most of the cafeteria is tuned in. Cole is grunting, trying to get free, but your hold offers no resistance.
“Take your macho male crap somewhere else or I’ll make you eat the tray, you hear me?”
He still looks defiant, and you add pressure.
“Fine, fine!!”
You release him and he stumbles to his feet, looking a little unnerved. He sends you a look before rushing away. Chloe just laughs.
“That was awesome! Where did you learn to do that?”
“I grew up with a lot of siblings.”
It’s not entirely a lie.
“Sorry about your lunch.” You state.
He shakes his head.
“It’s okay. Thank you.”
You nod, then your eyes drift over your own lunch. You eye the sandwich, then lift the plate, placing it down right in front of him.
“Here, enjoy the rest of your lunch.”
You don’t say anything else, just walk away.
When Clark finally takes a seat, he just stares at the sandwich for a moment. That’s until he feels two pairs of eyes on him. Both Chloe and Pete are wearing a smirk.
“What?”
“I think someone has a crush.” Pete teases.
“There’s no way she has a crush on me.” Clark denies. Although he says that, his cheeks are becoming just a tinge red.
“He wasn’t talking about her.” Chloe inputs.
They both laugh when a brighter color begins to rush to his face. Clark says nothing, just eats his sandwich.
The remainder of the day is uneventful.
Like most evenings, Clark intends to visit Lex. He’s used to just walking in and seeing Lex doing something or the other. That’s why when he walks in and Lex has company, he feels like he’s intruding. Lex simply waves him over.
“Clark, come in.”
He’s a bit awkward.
“Sorry, I should have asked if you were free before I came.” Lex shakes his head to introduce his guest.
The woman turns around, and the teen that steps out from the side has his eyes widening.
“(Y/N)?”
“Hi Clark.”
You’re still wearing that overly serious expression and the woman smiles.
“Clark Kent, it’s nice to put a name to the face. (Y/N) speaks highly of you. I’m Diana Prince.”
You nudged Diana with a little glare at the statement, and she brushed it off, shaking Clark’s hand.
“Nice to meet you too Ms Prince.”
“Please, just Diana is fine.”
Lex is trying to hide his smile.
“Ms. Prince here is interested in joining my earth day initiative. The foundation is still very new, but with our collective companies it is sure to be a success. Since you’re here Clark, why don’t you show (Y/N) around while we discuss.”
“Yes, I’m sure she would like that.” Diana agrees.
You just roll your eyes.
“Let’s go, Clark. She’s just trying to get rid of me.”
Clark follows, sending Lex a look in which he returns with a subtle good luck.
Your steps disappear down the hall and you take in the portraits and other displays in Lex’s mansion. A few minutes in you notice Clark’s lack of commentary.
“You’re quiet.”
Your words seem to pull him back.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
You turn another corner.
“Last time you said that Ms. Prince wasn’t your mother. Is she your sister?”
He could spot the subtle resemblance.
That’s not really the question you expect.
Nevertheless, you answer. You literally know his biggest secret. If nothing, you could at least show a little good faith.
“My mother died when I was younger. Diana is my guardian. She took me in when she didn’t have to. I left home because being there just reminded me of what I no longer had.”
He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t have asked. Because if the story of your mother is that tragic, he can only imagine what you would have to say about your father.
“I never really knew them, my birth parents. I came here when I was really young. They sent me here to save me.”
You glance at him. There’s a look on his face. One that expresses that he wishes he could have shared those moments with them, even if it were his last.
It’s weird that you feel so comfortable around him. You’ve always been good at compartmentalizing. Keeping your emotions, friends, secrets, processing it all separately. There’s no one on this planet but Diana that knows your identity.
Well, now Clark.
“I never knew my father. My mother told me stories, but I have a feeling that’s all they were. If he were so honorable, he would not have abandoned his child. Maybe that’s why I’m so unhinged. He probably had a shitty temper too.”
Clark can’t help but smile at the statement.
“Is that why you made a scene in the cafeteria?”
“Maybe.”
You send a little smile and he chuckles.
“I appreciate it, regardless of the reason. Thank you.”
He stops walking, turning to you. You pause in place.
“You don’t have to thank me. Mortals are easy to restrain. It must be frightening being that weak. Back on the island he would not last a day.”
Clark has half the mind to ask about this island, but that might be a conversation for another day.
“We should head back.”
You nod, following him as you both begin to walk in step back to the main room.
As you’re walking, Clark steals a glance. He feels a bit satisfied that you aren’t glaring like you usually do.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 14
The dinner is spent with you telling him about all your friends and experiences in the past few years. He seems very attentive. Readily listening and laughing at your stories. You can’t imagine why Harry would be so put off by Aaron.
There’s nothing about him that says that he’s dangerous. You’re starting to wonder if he was just worried that the second you found out you wouldn’t pack up and leave.
Something that has crossed your mind as of late.
“I’m really glad you took up my offer to have dinner. I wasn't sure you would actually come.”
The statement pulls your focus back.
“I’ll admit I was a bit weary. “
He nods.
“I get it, I’m a stranger. Your presence alone is enough.”
He sends you a charming smile, one that you return.
It’s gotten pretty late.
But a part of you wants to ask so much more. Maybe he realizes.
“Would you like to take a walk?”
You nod eagerly.
“I would like that.”
He rises from the table, and you follow.
The minute you step outside, you clutch your jacket tighter to your body. The both of you just choose a random direction as you walk down the street.
He’s matching pace, and you aren’t sure what else you should ask. There’s a part of you that wants to know why there is so much hostility between him and Harry. It’s understandable given the circumstances. But it feels like more than what’s on the surface.
You really don’t want to pry. But it is something that you need to know.
“This might be sudden, but I do hope that you consider coming back with me to New York.”
Your steps slow.
“What..”
He stops, turning to you.
“We’re family. I want you with me. “ Aaron states.
“Harry thinks you can’t be trusted.”
You don’t mean to sound so accusatory, but you can’t help but question why he had such a strong reaction.
Aaron’s jaw tightens.
“Harry has always been jealous of me. Envious of my family. Did he tell you that he grew up an orphan? His own family threw him away and then he tried to steal mine. Even with mom and dad, he thought he could replace me!”
You don’t expect him to raise his voice, or shout such vicious things about Harry.
A frown sets on your face.
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you were expecting. I can’t say I like the way you’re talking about Harry either. I know we’re family and I do want you in my life, but I can’t just uproot my life and leave with you. I have friends here, family. Harry is here. Blood or not, he is family to me. I love him more than anything in this world. I’d never do anything that would hurt him. Running off with you just to punish him because of one mistake he made to protect me, it’s selfish.”
There’s still a part of you that’s pissed at him for hiding the truth, but you do care about him.
“He took me in even though we weren’t even blood. I couldn’t have asked for someone better.”
Harry has done nothing but take care of you for years. Protect you. There’s no way you can even think about abandoning him. That look he wore at the thought of you leaving was heartbreaking. You never want him to show it again.
Aaron smiles, then begins laughing, shaking his head.
You’re a little confused at the reaction.
“I was afraid you would say that.”
You’re about to question it, but he lifts his hand and you gasp when your body feels frozen in place, you can’t move a muscle and fear overtakes your features.
“I already told you, I’m your brother."
Nothing seems to be what you thought.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 8
Days at the Kent farm have become natural.
Especially after your brother found you making out with Clark in your room.
Jotting down your notes in your book, you glance at Clark to see how far he's gotten in his assignment. He shuts his book and your mouth hangs open.
"You're kidding! There's no way you're done. It's like fifty pages."
He just gives that little smile and you roll your eyes.
"I can help if you'd like." You nod.
"Please do."
Clark places his book down, moving closer. His eyes catch a form in between your scattered sheets.
"What's this?"
When you catch his stare, you try to grab it, but he plucks it from the spot.
"G-Give it back!"
He shakes his head, holding it just out of your reach. When he reads it, he looks down at you.
"You're taking college classes this summer."
You nod, and you finally reach the document, snatching it with flushed cheeks.
"I-I figured I'd get a head start. "
"The major is criminology."
Your cheeks are still flushed.
"D-Don't go getting a big head. I-It's not like I shifted my focus to criminology so I can work in crime and help you with your hero endeavors!!"
You completely outed yourself.
Shoving the paper between your books, you drop onto the couch, avoiding eye contact. Clark is wearing a big smile.
"You're cute when you try to act all tough."
You still refuse to look his way and Clark laughs, nudging your shoulder as you bat his hands away.
"Stop messing around and help me!" You whine playfully.
The both of you are going back and forth, so you don't truly notice when Jonathan walks in.
"(Y/N), Clark." Your head lifts from your little laughing fit, Clark is wearing a similar expression.
There's a man standing next to Jonathan that neither of you recognize. He steps forward and you rise.
"Hi." You greet them with a smile. You assume he's a friend of Jonathan. The man smiles at you.
"You were pretty young, I can't believe how much you've grown."
Your brows knit and Clark moves to your side.
"Who is this dad?"
The man runs a hand at the back of his head.
"Sorry, I guess it was a little rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Aaron. I'm your big brother (Y/N)."
You aren't really sure how to react to that information.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 17
The aftermath is messy.
Turns out Aaron Morgan had been running from a lot of people.
Your eyes seemed trained on the van.
There’s a number of vehicles parked in the space.
News, sheriff, ambulance..FBI.
You can’t believe that your own brother was a felon.
“Apparently he’s been on the FBI’s radar for months. They're going to take him back to Washington. He’s going to be given a trial. Twenty years if he’s lucky. For a kid he sure got around. Larceny, trespassing, assault. You name it. He’s done it. “
The agents are giving you a rundown of his crimes.
“We’ll be in contact. If he happens to make parole they’ll notify you of his release. The chances of that are slim.” His partner advised.
Harry hasn’t left your side and Clark looks sullen. You catch a glimpse of them carrying Aaron into the van. He looks at you for just a second, then diverts his gaze. His form disappears behind the glass and you sigh just as the agents begin to pack up and leave.
You aren’t really sure how to feel about any of this.
You’ve already been checked out by the paramedics. Nothing appears wrong. They had instructed that you come back to the hospital just to be safe. But you refused. You have no intention of spending the night at a hospital.
After carefully wrapping your bruised wrists, you were free to go. A few of the vehicles are beginning to leave and the Sheriff turns to you.
“I can give you all a ride back.” She offers.
Harry nods and you follow as you all climb into the car.
As you’re pulling away, you look down at your hands. Although you see no difference, something has changed. After what you witnessed with Aaron you know there must have been some truth to what he said.
Either that or you’d been hallucinating.
Neither option is very desirable at the moment.
“She can take you back to the farm if that’s what you want.” Harry states.
Clark is seated at the front, and he listens attentively. You and Harry are at the back but he’s made an attempt to sit at a distance. Something tells you that’s more for your peace of mind than anything else.
With a shake of your head, you scoot closer to him, taking his hand. Harry is a bit stunned, but you just lay your head on his shoulder.
“I want to go home.” You whisper.
You squeeze his hand a bit tighter, and he finally returns it. He wraps his hand around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest and it’s at that moment that you break down.
You know for a fact that both Clark and the Sheriff hear your cries.
No other words are exchanged.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 15
“Don’t worry. I think I’ve freeloaded enough. I’m going to talk to Aaron, work something out. Then I’ll speak with Harry.”
Clark smiles broad and you giggle.
“You don’t have to look so happy to get rid of me.” You joke.
Clark nods.
“Definitely tired of your freeloading.” He jests playfully.
Clark takes your hand.
“I’m glad that you’re figuring this all out.
He knows how hard it’s been for you.
“With any luck I’ll get two older brothers out of this.”
“Sounds like one too many.” Clark states.
You just laugh, smacking his arm.
That’s what you said when you left to meet with Aaron for dinner.
Clark is known for being overprotective, but this time it seems warranted. You told him that you were having dinner, and he expected it to take a while. He could only imagine the questions you had for your brother. Then you’d decided that you would reconcile with Harry. He was proud of the decision, and overall, very happy that you seemed to be sorting through it all in such a mature way.
However, when twelve rolled around and you hadn’t shown up or contacted him, he was more than a little anxious. There’s a knock and he practically races to the door.
“Thank goodness (Y/N), how did it..”
The man that marches inside is not you.
Harry looks around frantically.
“Where is (Y/N)!? Her phone is turned off and I can’t get a signal!”
He wasn’t worried when he knew you were at Clark’s, but now, your location is unknown.
Clark brows furrow.
“She told me that she was coming to see you right after she spoke with Aaron.”
Harry’s expression changes to fear.
“No..”
The commotion has drawn in his parents.
“What’s wrong?”
Jonathan asks.
“(Y/N) is..she hasn’t come back..”
Clark sounds fearful. Martha’s expression softens and she moves to his side.
They are about to advise Harry not to panic.
“He has her..”
They needed to contact the sheriff. Explain the situation. That’s what Jonathan is about to say.
The words don’t even get out.
All Clark does is blink, and the man standing in front of him seems to have moved at a completely different velocity. Clark catches the golden sparks around Harry’s body, and within a second, he’s gone. He blinks in shock at the whiplash of wind that has both his parents gaping.
Clark doesn’t waste a second, he chases after him.
It’s clear that he isn’t the only supernatural thing in Smallville.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 12
You didn’t bother to show up for school that day.
There’s no way you can hope to internalize anything that would be taught.
After sending Clark a brief text, you slide your phone into your pocket. It’s nice that you have this moment to yourself.
Clark’s loft always provides a comforting feel.
You trail back to the end of your conversation with Harry.
“I need some space. From you, from this. Don’t call me.”
Your tone gives very little away, and Harry wants to get closer. Convince you further, but that look that you give him, it won’t let him move.
“Are you going to leave with Aaron?”
He hates that he has to ask the question, because he’s not sure he’ll like the answer.
“I don’t know yet. We’re family.”
That statement is like a knife being twisted in his gut. Because up until a week ago, he was the one that wore that title. He’s not sure if he’ll ever see that glimmer in your eyes when the both of you laughed, or argue like siblings do.
This could very well be the last time he sees you.
He forces his feet forward and you flinch. Harry wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his arms. His hold is tight and you can’t stop the soft sound of surprise.
“Please..”
You’re struggling to hold in the tears. Why the hell is he making this so difficult? You want to be angry. To yell at him.
Hate him for looking you in the eye everyday and lying to your face.
If not then a part of you has to live with the fact that your brother was out there all this time and he never came back for you.
The thought that there might be others, relatives out there that just didn’t want you, it’s painful.
Releasing a heavy sigh, you fiddle with the picture in your hand.
It’s an older image of your parents holding a newborn.
You.
Their smiles seem to be stretched from ear to ear.
There’s not a whole lot of you with them. Given that you had just been a few months old when they died. You never really questioned why there was a scarcity of images with Harry. You just thought that he’d hidden those because the memory was just a hard one to deal with. But now, it makes sense.
The little knock has you lifting your head. You’re not shocked to see Lex at the stairs of Clark’s loft.
“I came to collect some of Mrs. Kent’s pies for a fundraiser and she told me you were here. I was curious as to why you aren’t in school. Feeling a bit of a delinquent streak coming?” He inquires playfully.
You shake your head with a little smile, thumb running over the image. He slips his hands in his coat pockets, moving closer. He spots the picture in your hand. He pauses when he’s at your side, but he doesn’t take a seat.
“Your parents.”
You nod.
“They took it when I was born.”
You flip the image over, the date and both of their signatures scribbled at the back.
“I always felt a bit indifferent towards them. It’s weird. I just couldn’t comprehend how I could miss something I never had. These people are basically strangers but when I..” You turn it over again.
“When I look at this I just feel like I’ve known them all my life. How is that possible..”
It doesn’t make sense.
Lex finally sits down right next to you.
“Is there another reason you’re feeling nostalgic?”
Your grip tightens on the paper. The fact that he’s asking must mean that Clark hadn’t really said much to him about the topic. It’s a bit surprising given that they are basically attached at the hip. You appreciate his discretion.
“Recently I’ve found out that Harry isn’t my biological brother. What’s worse is that my actual brother showed up. I think he wants me to go with him but Harry says I can’t trust him. But he’s been lying to me for years.”
“I thought I was the only one in Smallville with dysfunctional family syndrome. “ You giggle.
“It might have become contagious.” You voice.
Lex seems content that your smile looks genuine this time.
“I can’t tell you how to live your life. I’m sure Clark might have weighed in on the situation as well. I think the only thing you can truly trust is your gut. I haven’t met either men, but it sounds like despite your uncertainties, you know at least one of them has always had your best interest at heart. The choice shouldn’t be too hard.”
Lex is right. Not that you’re really surprised. Clark often gushes about Lex’s many wisdoms.
“(Y/N)! I got you those weird cookies that you like!”
Clark calls as he runs up the stairs and catches your attention. When he sees Lex, he looks surprised, maybe a bit bashful.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” Lex informs with a smirk. Clark smiles awkwardly.
“H-Hi Lex.”
“Oh, don’t mind me. I was just leaving.”
Lex stands, glancing at you as he gives you a soft pat on the arm.
“You’ll figure it out.”
You nod.
“I will. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
Clark and Lex exchange a few words before he’s leaving. Clark places the cookies he’s gotten you on the desk, moving to your side.
“How was today?”
You rub your arm.
“As good as you would expect.
Clark realizes that you’re still holding the picture since earlier in the morning.
He’s definitely worried.
“I feel pathetic for feeling this way. You’re literally from another planet. You never met any of your family. I can’t imagine what that feels like. I keep telling myself that it’s wrong to be mad at him. He took care of me.”
Clark shakes his head.
“You have a right to be mad.”
You look at him. If anything, that’s not exactly what you would expect from Clark.
He just smiles.
“When my dad told me about my spaceship I was mad. I was angry that they’d hidden it for so long. I’ve always known that I wasn’t normal. But the fact that the people I trusted most didn’t trust me, it hurt."
It does.
“You have every right to be feeling this way, just don’t let those feelings cause you to make a mistake. Whatever decision you choose, make sure it’s one that you’ll be happy with. Because regardless of Harry, or Aaron, your happiness is what should come first. No one else.”
You wear a weak smile.
“Are you sure you weren’t actually dropped from heaven?”
Clark laughs, hugging you happily.
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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 11
It’s crazy that you have to sneak into the place that you’ve called home for all your life. You’re extra careful to close the door quietly. As much uncertainty as you held, you know you need to get your books, maybe some clothes. Just enough for a short time, until you figure out what you’re going to do.
You’re grateful that the Kents are so welcoming.
“(Y/N).”
You freeze in place.
It seems you’re not as careful as you thought.
Harry is standing in the doorway of the kitchen. From his appearance, it’s obvious he hadn’t gotten much sleep.
If any.
“I need you to understand that you can’t trust Aaron.”
His choice of words is laughable.
“Last time I checked he hasn’t been lying to me for years.”
Harry’s expression falls at the statement.
“I don’t know who I’m supposed to trust. The man who lied to me about everything, or the one who just showed up. You tell me I can’t trust him, but he’s here and he wants to be a part of my life. You’ve known how hard it was when I was younger thinking I was alone. That we were alone. But you still thought it wasn’t worth telling me. How do you justify that? “
“I was protecting you.”
“From what!! What are you protecting me from!!”
“From Aaron. I know you won’t believe me but he’s dangerous. There’s a reason he’s just shown up out of the blue. He wants something from you.”
You laugh bitterly.
“So now I’m only useful to exploit. Is it so hard to believe that someone out there might actually care about me.”
“(Y/N)...you know that’s not what I mean. “
You can’t exactly say you know what he’s thinking.
“If he didn’t show up, were you ever going to tell me?”
His expression is enough.
“You were a kid, basically an infant. I did what I thought was beneficial.”
“I’m almost eighteen years old, Harry! I think at some point it would have been good to know that the man I was living with is a complete stranger!!”
His expression falls.
“Is that..how you see me?”
You aren’t sure what to say. You just feel so angry and you don’t know who you’re supposed to direct it at.
“Why did you even take me in..did you just feel sorry. You were just doing charity for some orphan, or maybe you were hoping to get something in return.”
“How could you even suggest that!!”
“THEN WHY DID YOU TAKE ME IN!!”
You’re screaming, possibly one step away from breaking down.
“BECAUSE YOU’RE MY SISTER AND I LOVE YOU!!”
His response shocks you. You’ve only ever seen Harry emotional twice in your life. That time in middle school, and that day at the hospital when he got the call from the sheriff. Both times are a direct link to you.
“You…your parents..they are the only family I’ve ever known. I never had anyone and they opened their home to me. A complete stranger. The only reason I was able to accomplish anything in life was because of them. They practically raised me and I promised I would become successful, make them proud. I had just started my company when I heard about the accident and it killed me..”
The tears are running before you can stop them. Harry isn’t much better.
“When I found out that they had a child that no one had claimed I was devastated. I kept you for days contacting every number I could find. I couldn’t get through to anyone. Not one person. You were so young and fragile and I couldn’t just let them put you into the system. It felt like a betrayal to leave you alone like that. I was selfish. I know that. I did it because in some crazy way I wanted to keep a piece of them with me but I..I love you. The longer you were with me the more I realized that I loved you as if you were my own flesh and blood and I told myself that I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. I’m..I’m sorry..”
You sob.
There isn’t a right reaction for everything that has happened during the course of this week.
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