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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,647
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Twelve
His Name in the Green
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.
Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it.
Chapter Twelve
Clark was a little scared when his parents told him to take a seat at the breakfast table that was littered with bacon, eggs, and toast. There were even some sliced red tomatoes just waiting to be added to the sandwiches. It all looked so yummy and yet he did not have an appetite. In fact, he felt like throwing up…if only he knew how.
“Sweetheart,” Martha said taking a seat next to him at the table and noticed that he still had dried mud caking his dark hair, “Did you not take a bath?”
Clark slowly shook his head. He had been too tired and too scared to leave his room for fear of having to do what he was about to do now. How was he going to explain his little outburst earlier this morning? There was no way in hell that he was going to be able to fib his way out of this fiasco.
“Just tell me one thing,” Jonathan said as his palms connected heavily with the wooden table that jarred everything that was on top of it.
Clark jumped and Martha rolled her eyes at him.
“Please,” Jonathan said and it was filled with pleading, “Please, tell me that it is not with that Luthor.”
Martha could not have cared less if it was with Lex. Clark would be good for the guy. It was just that he was so much older than her baby and it would be looked down on. The media would go into a frenzy if it ever got out…and knowing her baby…it would be splattered all over every newspaper, magazine, news channel in the Western hemisphere. There was just not enough Tylenol in the world to deal with what a headache that would become.
“No,” Clark whispered, “It’s not Lex, Dad.”
“Praise Jesus,” Jonathan howled with glee and did a little happy dance that had Martha cocking a brow and Clark blanching in horror at the sight. It was something no man or woman ever wanted to see.
“Then who is it, Sweetheart,” Martha asked as she pointed for Jonathan to take a seat this instant.
“His name is Dustin,” Clark said in a soft voice, “And I really like him…”
“What did you do,” Jonathan asked, “That makes you feel like you hurt him?”
Clark didn’t know how to tell them. He didn’t want to get into trouble. How could he tell them about all the mean things he had said and done to all his friends? He knew that Chloe was going to be pissed with him if she had read that note. Lex was going to be for a loss of words and probably would never want to speak to his happy gay ass again.
Shit! Lionel knows, too! Oh, hell! That’s it! My life is over? I am going to dip me a rope into some meteor rock and hang myself.
He was brought out of his thoughts when a sudden knock came at the kitchen door. The Kent’s looked around to see that there was someone standing there in the bright morning light.
“Pete,” Clark asked in some shock and got to his feet to see that Pete looked really rough, “What is it? What’s wrong with you?”
“Hi,” he said opening the kitchen door to step inside, “Do you have time for your best friend?”
Clark looked at his parents and then walked over to him, “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”
“I feel terrible,” Pete said and almost threw up when the smell of food assaulted his nostrils.
“Hey,” Clark said as he caught Pete by the arms, “You need to sit down.”
“No,” Pete gagged, “The food is making me sick, Clark.”
“Okay,” Clark said helping him out the door and away from the smell of breakfast, “What’s going on?”
“I’ve had nightmares, Clark,” Pete said and trembled in his arms as Clark had him take a seat in the porch swing.
“Why would you have nightmares,” Clark asked and was completely confused by what Pete was saying. What in the hell was going on?
“Chloe,” Clark asked in horror, “Has something happened to Chloe?”
“No,” Pete said and gagged once more, “Whitney.”
“Whitney,” Clark asked in shock, “What’s happened to Whitney?”
Pete told him everything that had happened. Clark could not believe it. He had been out having a supernatural blast with Dustin, for his best friends to go through something like this without him. What if who ever had done this to Whitney had still been there? Chloe and Pete could have died. They could have died!
“Pete,” Clark said taking a seat next to him, “Its okay. You’re okay. You and Chloe are both okay.”
That was when they both looked up to see Chloe come driving in with the top to her green bug down. The two of them watched her jump out and come walking up the drive to the steps.
“Your mom said that you were here, Pete,” she said and did not even give Clark a single glance, “She said that she would like for you to come home.”
“But, he just got here,” Clark said, “He’s not feeling well.”
“I’m going to take him,” she said icily as Pete got to his feet.
Clark just looked at her, “Then I’ll come as well…to take his truck back, too.”
“I’m fine,” Pete said as he walked down to her.
“I don’t want you driving,” Clark said rising to his feet, “You can ride with Chloe, and I’ll take your truck home.”
“Then how are you going to get back here,” Chloe asked.
“I’ll walk,” Clark said and Pete blanched, “I like walking.”
“No need,” Chloe said, “I’ll bring you back.”
“Fine,” Clark said and he took the keys from Pete. He was just going to have to talk with his parents later. His friends needed him right now. He wondered how Lana was taking this.
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Lana was in a state of shock. She could not believe the words that were coming out of her Aunt Nell’s mouth. There was no way in hell any of this could be true. She saw her Aunt’s lips moving, but she could not hear a single word coming from them. There was no way Whitney could be dead. Her mind would not allow her to believe that.
She had been so mad at him. How could he not call her? She had wasted her entire night waiting for him. He could not be dead. He simply could not be dead!
She was going to break up with him. She was going to tell him to take his football and shove it up his ass. He was always choosing that damn football over her, and she was so damn tired of it.
He wasn’t dead. He was too big of an ass hole to be dead. How could he be dead? There was no way he could be dead.
“No,” Lana said while shaking her head, “You’re lying.”
“Honey,” Nell said holding out her hands but Lana just kept backing away from her like a spooked dear, “I know this is hard, sweetheart.”
Her forehead had broken out into a sweat. He wasn’t dead. He was just being an ass hole. This was all just a mean trick to keep her from breaking up with him. It was just like him to go and pull something like this on her just when he knew his luck was running out. She was so not going to fall for this.
“Why would I lie to you, sweetheart,” her Aunt Nell asked with sadness in her eyes, “I have no reason to lie.”
Lana was starting to feel those icy walls around her heart shattering. This was not real. Any minute now she was going to wake up and all of this was going to be a really bad dream. Whitney was going to call, she was going to cuss his ass out, and then they would make up like they always did.
The tears started to stream from her big olive green eyes and her legs started to shake. Her Aunt Nell quickly took her in her arms and held her tightly.
“Goddamn it,” Lana hissed as her legs gave out.
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“Son,” Lionel asked as he came slowly into the study, “What on earth has crawled into that brain of yours and died?”
“Nothing, Dad,” Lex said as he hung up the phone leaving a little blood on the white receiver, “Just taking care of some business.”
“Shutting down the plant,” Lionel roared, “Have you lost your mind?”
“No,” Lex said as he quickly pushed the transfer button on his computer leaving blood on the keyboard, “Just doing what is good for the environment.”
Lionel had to take a seat on that one. What in the hell was his son thinking? Luthorcorp recycled. Wasn’t that enough?
“You can’t do this, Lex,” Lionel hissed, “Millions of dollars are tied up in that crap factory of yours.”
“I don’t care,” Lex said with a big smile on his face as blood dripped from his cheek, “All of that toxic waste being dumped into the rivers and streams would cost Luthorcorp more than just shutting that silly plant down.”
“You fought me on this, Lex,” Lionel roared, “You wanted that place to stay open for the sake of your workers.”
“Eh,” Lex said while shrugging his shoulders, “They’ll get over it.”
“They’ll get over it,” Lionel snorted and then howled with laughter, “They’ll just get over it, eh?”
The room was suddenly becoming very blurry to Lex and he could not hold his head up straight. Why was there three of his dad, sitting on the couch?
“I can’t believe this,” Lionel said rising to his feet only to hear a really loud thump from behind him, “Lex?”
He slowly turned around, “Lex? Are you all right?”
There was no answer, “Lex!”
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Clark and Chloe both walked Pete to his door and made sure that he really was all right. He was so ashen and did not look good at all. His mom had gone and got him some sleep aids and told them that they could come back later.
“So,” Chloe asked as the two of them got back onto the road, “I got that lovely little note of yours, Clark.”
“I could tell,” Clark said a little sadly, “And I don’t know what made me do that.”
“Oh, I think I do,” Chloe said and looked over at him, “You like Dustin enough to just throw me to the curb.”
“No,” Clark blurted out as she looked back at the road, “That’s not it at all, Chloe, and you know it.”
“Do I,” she asked with a cocked brow and began to speed up a little.
“I wasn’t myself,” Clark whispered, “Something was wrong with me. I was cocky, self assured, mean, angry…”
“A complete and total ass hole,” Chloe said simply.
Clark nodded, “Yeah.”
“Well,” she smiled even though she was still pissed as hell with him, “At least you’re man enough to admit it.”
“I’m man enough to admit to anything,” Clark hissed.
“Right,” Chloe said and turned off onto the next street, “I have to admit, Clark. That note you left for me was mean…but it was really funny, too. Just the thought of you skipping away with Dustin in your arms while sticking your tongue out at me had my blood boiling.”
“I can imagine,” Clark said as he remembered how much fun it had been to write.
“And where did you learn calligraphy,” Chloe asked, “It was pretty?
Clark’s mind went blank and he quickly lied, “Lex taught me.”
“Ah,” Chloe said as if that explained everything.
“Chloe,” Clark said softly and she looked over into his green eyes, “I really like Dustin…I really, really do.”
He always did this to her. No matter how badly he infuriated her, she could never stay mad at him for long. There was just something about those big green eyes that just blasted through all her barriers.
She turned back to the road and sighed, “I can tell…by the way you wrote that note.”
“Huh,” he asked in confusion.
“The way you wrote that note,” she said with a small smile, “How long and even the strokes were…it gave your feelings away.”
Clark smiled, “Yeah?”
She nodded, “And yet you seem so sad right now, why?”
“I did something last night,” Clark said and looked out his window.
“What,” Chloe asked in interest.
“I kissed him,” Clark whispered.
Chloe blinked, “You did? Well, what happened?”
“I,” Clark tried and then said, “I ran away.”
Chloe almost wrecked the car. She slammed on the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt at the side of the road.
Clark was looking around with wild green eyes for a dog, a deer, anything. He looked over at Chloe to see that her blue eyes were burning with fury.
“You kissed him,” she hissed and almost pounced on him, “And you ran away! What were you thinking? He is probably crying his eyes out right now!”
He was frozen solid. Dustin…crying…because of him? How could he not have known that? He remembered how scared Dustin had been when it came to trying to get him to kiss him. His heart must have been bruised before and now he had ripped the scab wide open.
Chloe was looking him over and knew that those little cogs in his head were turning a million miles an hour. It was about damn time.
You stupid alien! What were you thinking! You’ve made him cry! Go and see him now, you idiot!
He looked over at her, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Serves you right,” she hissed and slammed on the gas.
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Dustin threw his head back and howled with wicked laughter as he looked his new account over. He now had his 100 million dollars and it was time to put that green to some good use.
He was going to purchase the Gaia Botanical Gardens in downtown Metropolis. It was only a matter of time before he started to spread the Gospel of the Green.
Soon, he would have his seeds planted all over the place…and Mother Nature was going to have a new face…HIS!
“Yes, that’s right,” Dustin said on the phone, “That is Demetrius Blight.”
He hung up the phone and giggled. He now had a base and an alias. The Greening was not too far off. Kansas was not going to know what hit it until everything was in bloom. He was going to spread his limbs…and like a life restoring cancer…cover this continent with his cloak of Green. All he needed now was one killer outfit that would have women swooning and men creaming.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Demetrius- Lover of the Earth.
I know that blight is the destruction of plant life, but I am using in context of Dustin being the blight of humanity. He is the lover of the Green World and will be a blight on humanity.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.
Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it.
Chapter Twelve
Clark was a little scared when his parents told him to take a seat at the breakfast table that was littered with bacon, eggs, and toast. There were even some sliced red tomatoes just waiting to be added to the sandwiches. It all looked so yummy and yet he did not have an appetite. In fact, he felt like throwing up…if only he knew how.
“Sweetheart,” Martha said taking a seat next to him at the table and noticed that he still had dried mud caking his dark hair, “Did you not take a bath?”
Clark slowly shook his head. He had been too tired and too scared to leave his room for fear of having to do what he was about to do now. How was he going to explain his little outburst earlier this morning? There was no way in hell that he was going to be able to fib his way out of this fiasco.
“Just tell me one thing,” Jonathan said as his palms connected heavily with the wooden table that jarred everything that was on top of it.
Clark jumped and Martha rolled her eyes at him.
“Please,” Jonathan said and it was filled with pleading, “Please, tell me that it is not with that Luthor.”
Martha could not have cared less if it was with Lex. Clark would be good for the guy. It was just that he was so much older than her baby and it would be looked down on. The media would go into a frenzy if it ever got out…and knowing her baby…it would be splattered all over every newspaper, magazine, news channel in the Western hemisphere. There was just not enough Tylenol in the world to deal with what a headache that would become.
“No,” Clark whispered, “It’s not Lex, Dad.”
“Praise Jesus,” Jonathan howled with glee and did a little happy dance that had Martha cocking a brow and Clark blanching in horror at the sight. It was something no man or woman ever wanted to see.
“Then who is it, Sweetheart,” Martha asked as she pointed for Jonathan to take a seat this instant.
“His name is Dustin,” Clark said in a soft voice, “And I really like him…”
“What did you do,” Jonathan asked, “That makes you feel like you hurt him?”
Clark didn’t know how to tell them. He didn’t want to get into trouble. How could he tell them about all the mean things he had said and done to all his friends? He knew that Chloe was going to be pissed with him if she had read that note. Lex was going to be for a loss of words and probably would never want to speak to his happy gay ass again.
Shit! Lionel knows, too! Oh, hell! That’s it! My life is over? I am going to dip me a rope into some meteor rock and hang myself.
He was brought out of his thoughts when a sudden knock came at the kitchen door. The Kent’s looked around to see that there was someone standing there in the bright morning light.
“Pete,” Clark asked in some shock and got to his feet to see that Pete looked really rough, “What is it? What’s wrong with you?”
“Hi,” he said opening the kitchen door to step inside, “Do you have time for your best friend?”
Clark looked at his parents and then walked over to him, “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”
“I feel terrible,” Pete said and almost threw up when the smell of food assaulted his nostrils.
“Hey,” Clark said as he caught Pete by the arms, “You need to sit down.”
“No,” Pete gagged, “The food is making me sick, Clark.”
“Okay,” Clark said helping him out the door and away from the smell of breakfast, “What’s going on?”
“I’ve had nightmares, Clark,” Pete said and trembled in his arms as Clark had him take a seat in the porch swing.
“Why would you have nightmares,” Clark asked and was completely confused by what Pete was saying. What in the hell was going on?
“Chloe,” Clark asked in horror, “Has something happened to Chloe?”
“No,” Pete said and gagged once more, “Whitney.”
“Whitney,” Clark asked in shock, “What’s happened to Whitney?”
Pete told him everything that had happened. Clark could not believe it. He had been out having a supernatural blast with Dustin, for his best friends to go through something like this without him. What if who ever had done this to Whitney had still been there? Chloe and Pete could have died. They could have died!
“Pete,” Clark said taking a seat next to him, “Its okay. You’re okay. You and Chloe are both okay.”
That was when they both looked up to see Chloe come driving in with the top to her green bug down. The two of them watched her jump out and come walking up the drive to the steps.
“Your mom said that you were here, Pete,” she said and did not even give Clark a single glance, “She said that she would like for you to come home.”
“But, he just got here,” Clark said, “He’s not feeling well.”
“I’m going to take him,” she said icily as Pete got to his feet.
Clark just looked at her, “Then I’ll come as well…to take his truck back, too.”
“I’m fine,” Pete said as he walked down to her.
“I don’t want you driving,” Clark said rising to his feet, “You can ride with Chloe, and I’ll take your truck home.”
“Then how are you going to get back here,” Chloe asked.
“I’ll walk,” Clark said and Pete blanched, “I like walking.”
“No need,” Chloe said, “I’ll bring you back.”
“Fine,” Clark said and he took the keys from Pete. He was just going to have to talk with his parents later. His friends needed him right now. He wondered how Lana was taking this.
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Lana was in a state of shock. She could not believe the words that were coming out of her Aunt Nell’s mouth. There was no way in hell any of this could be true. She saw her Aunt’s lips moving, but she could not hear a single word coming from them. There was no way Whitney could be dead. Her mind would not allow her to believe that.
She had been so mad at him. How could he not call her? She had wasted her entire night waiting for him. He could not be dead. He simply could not be dead!
She was going to break up with him. She was going to tell him to take his football and shove it up his ass. He was always choosing that damn football over her, and she was so damn tired of it.
He wasn’t dead. He was too big of an ass hole to be dead. How could he be dead? There was no way he could be dead.
“No,” Lana said while shaking her head, “You’re lying.”
“Honey,” Nell said holding out her hands but Lana just kept backing away from her like a spooked dear, “I know this is hard, sweetheart.”
Her forehead had broken out into a sweat. He wasn’t dead. He was just being an ass hole. This was all just a mean trick to keep her from breaking up with him. It was just like him to go and pull something like this on her just when he knew his luck was running out. She was so not going to fall for this.
“Why would I lie to you, sweetheart,” her Aunt Nell asked with sadness in her eyes, “I have no reason to lie.”
Lana was starting to feel those icy walls around her heart shattering. This was not real. Any minute now she was going to wake up and all of this was going to be a really bad dream. Whitney was going to call, she was going to cuss his ass out, and then they would make up like they always did.
The tears started to stream from her big olive green eyes and her legs started to shake. Her Aunt Nell quickly took her in her arms and held her tightly.
“Goddamn it,” Lana hissed as her legs gave out.
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“Son,” Lionel asked as he came slowly into the study, “What on earth has crawled into that brain of yours and died?”
“Nothing, Dad,” Lex said as he hung up the phone leaving a little blood on the white receiver, “Just taking care of some business.”
“Shutting down the plant,” Lionel roared, “Have you lost your mind?”
“No,” Lex said as he quickly pushed the transfer button on his computer leaving blood on the keyboard, “Just doing what is good for the environment.”
Lionel had to take a seat on that one. What in the hell was his son thinking? Luthorcorp recycled. Wasn’t that enough?
“You can’t do this, Lex,” Lionel hissed, “Millions of dollars are tied up in that crap factory of yours.”
“I don’t care,” Lex said with a big smile on his face as blood dripped from his cheek, “All of that toxic waste being dumped into the rivers and streams would cost Luthorcorp more than just shutting that silly plant down.”
“You fought me on this, Lex,” Lionel roared, “You wanted that place to stay open for the sake of your workers.”
“Eh,” Lex said while shrugging his shoulders, “They’ll get over it.”
“They’ll get over it,” Lionel snorted and then howled with laughter, “They’ll just get over it, eh?”
The room was suddenly becoming very blurry to Lex and he could not hold his head up straight. Why was there three of his dad, sitting on the couch?
“I can’t believe this,” Lionel said rising to his feet only to hear a really loud thump from behind him, “Lex?”
He slowly turned around, “Lex? Are you all right?”
There was no answer, “Lex!”
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Clark and Chloe both walked Pete to his door and made sure that he really was all right. He was so ashen and did not look good at all. His mom had gone and got him some sleep aids and told them that they could come back later.
“So,” Chloe asked as the two of them got back onto the road, “I got that lovely little note of yours, Clark.”
“I could tell,” Clark said a little sadly, “And I don’t know what made me do that.”
“Oh, I think I do,” Chloe said and looked over at him, “You like Dustin enough to just throw me to the curb.”
“No,” Clark blurted out as she looked back at the road, “That’s not it at all, Chloe, and you know it.”
“Do I,” she asked with a cocked brow and began to speed up a little.
“I wasn’t myself,” Clark whispered, “Something was wrong with me. I was cocky, self assured, mean, angry…”
“A complete and total ass hole,” Chloe said simply.
Clark nodded, “Yeah.”
“Well,” she smiled even though she was still pissed as hell with him, “At least you’re man enough to admit it.”
“I’m man enough to admit to anything,” Clark hissed.
“Right,” Chloe said and turned off onto the next street, “I have to admit, Clark. That note you left for me was mean…but it was really funny, too. Just the thought of you skipping away with Dustin in your arms while sticking your tongue out at me had my blood boiling.”
“I can imagine,” Clark said as he remembered how much fun it had been to write.
“And where did you learn calligraphy,” Chloe asked, “It was pretty?
Clark’s mind went blank and he quickly lied, “Lex taught me.”
“Ah,” Chloe said as if that explained everything.
“Chloe,” Clark said softly and she looked over into his green eyes, “I really like Dustin…I really, really do.”
He always did this to her. No matter how badly he infuriated her, she could never stay mad at him for long. There was just something about those big green eyes that just blasted through all her barriers.
She turned back to the road and sighed, “I can tell…by the way you wrote that note.”
“Huh,” he asked in confusion.
“The way you wrote that note,” she said with a small smile, “How long and even the strokes were…it gave your feelings away.”
Clark smiled, “Yeah?”
She nodded, “And yet you seem so sad right now, why?”
“I did something last night,” Clark said and looked out his window.
“What,” Chloe asked in interest.
“I kissed him,” Clark whispered.
Chloe blinked, “You did? Well, what happened?”
“I,” Clark tried and then said, “I ran away.”
Chloe almost wrecked the car. She slammed on the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt at the side of the road.
Clark was looking around with wild green eyes for a dog, a deer, anything. He looked over at Chloe to see that her blue eyes were burning with fury.
“You kissed him,” she hissed and almost pounced on him, “And you ran away! What were you thinking? He is probably crying his eyes out right now!”
He was frozen solid. Dustin…crying…because of him? How could he not have known that? He remembered how scared Dustin had been when it came to trying to get him to kiss him. His heart must have been bruised before and now he had ripped the scab wide open.
Chloe was looking him over and knew that those little cogs in his head were turning a million miles an hour. It was about damn time.
You stupid alien! What were you thinking! You’ve made him cry! Go and see him now, you idiot!
He looked over at her, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Serves you right,” she hissed and slammed on the gas.
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Dustin threw his head back and howled with wicked laughter as he looked his new account over. He now had his 100 million dollars and it was time to put that green to some good use.
He was going to purchase the Gaia Botanical Gardens in downtown Metropolis. It was only a matter of time before he started to spread the Gospel of the Green.
Soon, he would have his seeds planted all over the place…and Mother Nature was going to have a new face…HIS!
“Yes, that’s right,” Dustin said on the phone, “That is Demetrius Blight.”
He hung up the phone and giggled. He now had a base and an alias. The Greening was not too far off. Kansas was not going to know what hit it until everything was in bloom. He was going to spread his limbs…and like a life restoring cancer…cover this continent with his cloak of Green. All he needed now was one killer outfit that would have women swooning and men creaming.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Demetrius- Lover of the Earth.
I know that blight is the destruction of plant life, but I am using in context of Dustin being the blight of humanity. He is the lover of the Green World and will be a blight on humanity.