Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.

Chapter Twelve

The next day, Clark was in the locker room getting ready for the big game when Jason came walking up to him, “I don’t know what to say, Clark. You saved my ass and then I go and try to kill you…”

“Its okay,” Clark said knowing that it was not Jason’s fault for what Mandy and Dandy did.

“If you want to bring this to the Board of Education, I’d understand,” he said and knew that he deserved far worse.

“No,” Clark said definitely not wanting that kind of attention drawn to himself and his unmarked body, “You weren’t yourself. I’m just glad it wore off.”

“Yeah,” Jason said and then leaned closer, “You’re going to do great out there today. I think the guys are finally behind you.”

“Thanks,” Clark smiled and really hoped that it was true.

Jason nodded and walked by him only for Clark to call, “Coach?”

Jason stopped and turned to look at him.

“When you were all crazy in my loft,” Clark said with a faint smile, “You told me to stay away from your girl? Who were you talking about?”

“Honestly,” Jason said thinking up a quick lie, “Not a clue. See you on the field, Clark.”

That was such a great lie, Jason.

Clark nodded and watched him leave the locker room. He really didn’t know whether to believe Jason or not. Chloe had taken a drink and her feelings for him had exploded to the surface like Jaws taking a bite out of someone. Jason had a girl…who?

Curiosity got the alien captured, Clark.

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The Crows had won the match 34 to 31. Clark Kent was now a hero and the team cheered his name over and over. His mom and dad came to the game and Martha was ecstatic with joy. Jonathan was still worried.

Chloe and Lois had screamed their heads off and Lana had been clapping madly. Lex had grinned at him and clapped before leaving on business. He had a seventeenth century manuscript to swindle some old man out of.

Clark kept looking around and he could not find Lindsey anywhere. For some odd reason, that really dampened his mood. Lindsey had really supported him in his times of need, and he was now nowhere to be seen.

“You won by throwing a perfect ball sixty yards at the last second,” Chloe said walking up beside him, “You is a superhero, Clark. I’m going to have to do an article on you.”

“You’re back at the Torch,” Clark asked happily as the two of them walked by some cheering people.

“Yeah,” she said and then decided to just get it off her chest, “I’m really sorry about what I did to you, Clark.”

“You did make a wonderful cheerleader,” he laughed, “All bouncy and jumping around while cheering for me when no one else would.”

Chloe stopped dead in her tracks, “That never happened, okay?”

Clark snorted and Chloe jumped around in front of him, “As much as I’d love to blame the pompom potion for what happened…I obviously still have those feelings in me somewhere for you.”

“Chloe,” Clark said remembering what his mom had told him…but he was not “into” girls.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “But, I just don’t feel the same way. I do love you, a lot, but not in that way.”

“Right,” Chloe smiled and shook her head, “I know that and I accept it. I just hope we can keep our friendship since you’re the big man on campus now.”

“I’m sure my new editor will keep me in line,” Clark said and Chloe cocked her head to the side, “I’m going to make time for the Torch.”

“Wow,” Chloe said nodding her head, “A superhero and a journalist. What are the odds?”

Clark smiled and he bent forward and kissed her on the cheek like a brother would his sister.

She looked up at him feeling truly happy, “Thanks…I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She walked by him and he started to leave the field only to make a face when Lois came up behind him, “If you so much as cause her bottom lip to tremble in the slightest, I’ll come racing back and smash your balls into salsa.”

“What do you mean,” Clark asked totally ignoring the absurdity of her threat, “Come back?”

“It would seem that the Dean got a call from a very influential benefactor with the initials L.L,” she said wondering just how that happened while looking at him, “They did the white man power dance and magically…I’m now a freshman at Met U.”

“Wonderful,” Clark said still walking and not looking at her.

“Don’t you dare pretend you had nothing to do with this,” she said, “Why would Lex Luthor call out of the blue on my behalf…did you hold out on sex?”

Clark stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at her. He was blushing something furious and he hated her face right now. She had that damn smirk on her face. She had no idea what the hell she was talking about.

“The important thing is that you got in and you’re leaving,” he said and then made a face, “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” she said and loved making him wish he had earplugs, “Don’t cry about it. This place is so weird and I look forward to some normal city living.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“But don’t worry,” she smiled evilly and punched him in the shoulder, “I’ll visit.”

Clark felt like throwing his bag down and stomping it with all his might.

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

The both of them smiled at each other and Lois slugged him once more for good measure, “See you around, Green Eyes.”

She turned around and made her way off the field as he stood there watching her leave. It felt good to be lifted up and cheered at. Was this what it felt like to be accepted?

“Hi, Clark,” a smooth voice said and Clark turned around to see Lindsey walking up in what looked to be a pair of designer jeans that fit him perfectly, and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his sculpted torso and arms. He snorted. His shirt read on the front, “Mirror, mirror.”

“Hey,” Clark said, “Turn around so I can see the back.”

Lindsey smiled and did as Clark said only to hear Clark laugh as he read aloud, “I’m hotter than ya’ll.”

“Nice,” Clark said while admiring how flawless Lindsey always looked, “Vain much?”

“No,” Lindsey laughed, “I look good no matter what mirror I’m looking in.”

“Oh, really,” Clark asked raising an eyebrow and moved to pick a piece of lint off his shirt, “If you say so.”

“Whatever,” Lindsey said with an eye roll and punched him in the shoulder, “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thanks,” Clark said rubbing his shoulder. Unlike Lois, he had actually felt Lindsey’s playful punch, which was strange.

“What are you doing tonight,” Lindsey asked turning to walk with him towards the school parking lot, “Hanging with the team?”

“Actually,” Clark said looking over at him, “I was wondering if I was going to get to see you at all today.”

“Oh,” Lindsey asked with a small grin, “Why is that?”


“I was going to ask you if we could get together at my place,” Clark said and saw Lindsey arch a perfect brow, “Or your place to study for Mr. Sanderson’s chemistry exam that’s coming up real soon.”

“Sure,” Lindsey said and Clark put his duffel bag in the bed of his truck, “But, why me and not Chloe?”

Clark turned back around and looked into those curious filled violet eyes, “I want to get to know you better.”

“Why,” Lindsey asked, leaning against the side of Clark’s red truck.

“You’re nice and funny,” Clark said pointing at his shirt, “And you supported me when I was in trouble on the field that day.”

“What did happen,” Lindsey asked, “You looked like you couldn’t breathe and you actually looked green.”

“I’m not sure,” Clark instantly lied, “I was just really sick. It could have been a virus or something.”

“Then why did Coach Teague make you play,” he asked moving a little closer to him, “And why were the players taking you down left and right? You could’ve been really injured, Clark.”

“I didn’t want to disappoint him,” Clark told him, “He believes in me and I didn’t want to let him down.”

Lindsey smiled and Clark thought it looked secretive, “What?”

“You put people and their needs before your own,” Lindsey said, “Don’t you, Clark?”

Clark just looked at him. Was he really that easy to read? He hoped not, otherwise, he was in some serious trouble.

“What do you mean,” Clark asked looking back at the field to see some new cheerleaders practicing. They made his skin crawl, too.

“You saved Coach Teague’s life even though you could’ve been killed,” Lindsey said, “And you continued to practice even though you were really sick because you did not want to let him or your team down.”

“Is that wrong,” Clark asked feeling a little upset.

“No,” Lindsey said and Clark looked at his enchanting smile, “It makes me respect you even more.”

“Really,” Clark asked, wondering what was happening, “I respect you because you cared enough to stop them from continuing to throttle me…and you said you liked my jacket.”

Lindsey snorted and then began to laugh out loud. Clark thought his laugh infectious and began to laugh too.

Lindsey calmed down and leaned back against the truck again looking at Clark’s laughing green eyes, “So, what are you doing tonight?”

“Hanging out with you,” Clark said twirling his keys around his finger, “What do you want to do?”

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Clark put a big handful of popcorn into his mouth and realized he had just made a huge mistake in doing so. He fought not to laugh when the mad black lady pulled a chainsaw out of nowhere and went crazy on some furniture. Both he and Lindsey laughed at the same time when the piano fell apart. It had been completely sawed in half.

“She sure showed him,” Lindsey whispered even though they were the only two in that particular showing.

“Yeah,” Clark said handing him some of his popcorn, which he took with a grin.

The movie was all about Karma and how she can bite you on the ass if you so much as dare to even think about throwing off her groove. Beware the groove!

“I can’t believe he dragged her across the floor by her hair,” Lindsey said as they walked out of the theatre, “And threw her out of her own house.”

“I know,” Clark said, “But it all turned out good in the end.”

“That poor piano,” Lindsey snorted, “That was so funny.”

Clark laughed, “It really was.”

The two of them got back into the truck and Clark started the engine. He looked behind him and pulled out onto the road, heading towards Lindsey’s house.

“I had fun,” Lindsey said breaking the comfortable silence, “Thanks, Clark.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled brightly at him, “I had fun, too.”

Lindsey smiled to himself and looked over at Clark who was patting the wheel with his hand to the beat of some song that was obviously stuck in his head.

“What are you playing the wheel to,” Lindsey asked in amusement.

“Some song I was listening to in the shower,” Clark told him as he turned onto Lindsey’s street, “I think it was called Forbidden Love.”

“Oh,” Lindsey asked feeling a deep pang in his heart, “Do you like Madonna?”

“Yeah,” Clark said looking over at him, “The song was kind of sad.”

“Why do you think that,” Lindsey asked him.

“Two people from two completely different worlds,” Clark told him, “Forced to be apart for some stupid reason.”

“Are they supposed to be together,” Lindsey asked looking at him with intense violet eyes.

“That’s for the two lovers to decide,” Clark said parking on the curb in front of Lindsey’s house, “Its no one else’s business.”

“I agree,” Lindsey said and unfastened his seatbelt to get out, only to stop when he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder.

He turned to look at Clark whose face was hidden in shadow, “What?”

“Are you okay,” he asked in concern, “You seem really sad all of a sudden.”

“Just memories,” Lindsey whispered sadly.

“I’m sorry,” he said really quickly and felt so stupid, “I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid. I should never have mentioned that song.”

How could he have forgotten Lindsey’s story?

“No,” Lindsey said shaking his head, “Its okay.”

“No its not,” Clark said pushing his hair out of his eyes, “I just reminded you of something really painful.”

Lindsey leaned forward and put a pale finger over those plumped kissable lips which silenced Clark in an instant. Green eyes burned in confusion and Lindsey shook his head.

“Its okay,” he smiled sadly, “Some things just aren’t meant to be.”

Clark wanted him to touch him more. He wanted his arms around him, holding him tightly. He wanted to put his nose against his neck and breathe him in like air. Why was he thinking this? Lindsey was in pain, and he wanted to sniff him.

Lindsey removed his finger and Clark almost whimpered from the loss of contact. Lindsey could feel Clark’s desire for him and trembled in excitement. He wanted this more than anything in all the stages of existence.

“Lindsey,” Clark asked in a tiny voice which screamed apology, “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he told him softly, “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Are you sure,” Clark asked, “You can punch me if you want to.”

Lindsey smiled, “I don’t want to punch you, Clark.”

Clark nodded and Lindsey moved to pull away only for Clark to gently take an alabaster hand in his golden one, “I’m here if you need to talk.”

Lindsey was looking at their hands and Clark leaned forward and kissed him chastely on the cheek which felt softer than butterfly wings, “Okay?”

Lindsey blinked back tears as his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to do nothing more than to take Clark in his arms, drink eternally from his lips, and bathe forever in those emerald pools.

He squeezed Clark’s hand and opened his door.

“I had fun, Clark,” he said with a bright smile, “When would you like to start studying?”

“When it’s convenient for you,” Clark told him.

“Okay,” Lindsey said and Clark reluctantly let go of his soft hand, “I’ll see you later then?”

“Is your eyes violet,” Clark asked which made Lindsey laugh softly.

“Goodnight, Clark,” he said.

“Goodnight, Lindsey,” Clark told him.

Lindsey got out of the vehicle and walked up to his porch. He turned to wave and Clark waved back before pulling out and driving off towards home.

He lifted his hand up and touched the spot where Clark had kissed him so innocently on the cheek. He smiled up at the sky in defiance.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.