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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,648
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 Thirteen
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 Thirteen
Dustin was walking down the stairs from his room with a suitcase in hand when the doorbell began to ring. He sat his suitcase down at the side of the banister and went to open the door to see that it was Clark. What the hell was he doing here?
“Hi,” Clark said with a small wave, “I…I would really like to talk about last night.”
“What about it,” Dustin asked as he leaned against the door, “Didn’t you have a good time?”
That threw him for a loop. Of course he had had a good time. He had had a wonderful time. But, that was so not the point.
“Yes,” Clark nodded, “I did have a really good time.”
Dustin stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind him, “I see you didn’t have to drive to get here.”
Clark shook his head, “No.”
“Clark,” Dustin asked and cursed his voice for trembling when he said his name, “Why did you leave me like that?”
“I,” Clark tired and followed after Dustin who took a seat on the porch swing, “I was scared.”
Dustin looked up at him, “Of what?”
“I wasn’t myself,” Clark said and took a seat next to him, “I could have really gotten you hurt.”
“What hurt me,” Dustin snarled and turned his face away from him, “Was you running away.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark said wishing that he would look at him, “I really am.”
“Are you,” Dustin whispered and mentally commanded a vine to stop creeping towards Clark.
Clark reached for a shapely alabaster hand and took it in his, “I am, Dustin. I like you. I really do.”
“I don’t understand,” Dustin said and turned his face around to look at him, “Do you have multiple personalities?”
Clark blinked, “Say what?”
“Well, you said that you were not yourself,” Dustin said, “So obviously, you were someone else last night.”
Clark bit his bottom lip. That did make sense. It was him, but it wasn’t him. That made no sense whatsoever. He was so confused. The real him would never in a million years do the things he had done. Was this because he was an alien? Was his inner alien coming out to play?
“I don’t know,” Clark said, “This has never happened to me before.”
“Maybe you being meteor infected had something to do with it then,” Dustin offered.
“I’m not meteor infected,” Clark told him, “I was the born the way I am.”
“Oh,” Dustin said and lowered his head.
“You sound disappointed,” Clark said in some shock.
“No,” Dustin said and got to his feet, “It doesn’t matter because you saved my life.”
Clark reluctantly let go of his hand, “I’m just so shy and I frightened myself. Nobody but my parents and Pete know about my powers.”
“And they don’t mind that you’re…special,” Dustin asked.
“My mom calls me her special little boy,” Clark said with a small smile.
Dustin turned and leaned back against the slow creeping ivy and crossed his arms, “So,” he asked and decided to just get it over with, “Still want me to be your boyfriend?”
Clark was on his feet in an instant and just looked at him in surprise, “You mean you still want to?”
“I wouldn’t have asked,” Dustin said and unfolded his arms, “If I didn’t still want to try.”
Clark watched him pull on the sliver chain around his neck and brought out his class ring. The stone was broken, but he was wearing it. He was wearing his class ring. He felt so happy.
Clark nodded and in a quick blur had him in his arms. Dustin rested his face against Clark’s warm chest and smiled. He still had the mud in his hair from last night and smelled of the earth. Could this mysterious man be his shelter?
“I’m so sorry that I hurt you,” Clark said while sniffing that rose red hair, “I’m an ass hole.”
“No,” Dustin said breathing in his scent, “You’re dumb, not an ass hole, Clark.”
That made the big dumb alien smile.
“Were you busy,” Clark asked.
Dustin did have plans…but they could brew a little while longer in his cauldron of inspiration.
He shook his head, “Not at the moment. Why?”
“Then come on,” Clark said and picked him up to hold him in his arms, “I want to show you the hole I fell down last night.”
“Okay, Alice,” Dustin snorted and draped his arms around Clark’s neck, “Follow that rabbit.”
Clark took a step and they were gone in a whoosh.
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Chloe made her way into the Torch and froze when she saw the Snow Queen sitting at her computer. This was not something she was looking forward too.
Icy olive green eyes slowly left the computer screen and Chloe could see that Lana had been crying. Even when she showed emotion, it was hard and glacial.
“Lana,” she said in a soft voice, “I am so sorry.”
“Is this him,” Lana asked in a frigid voice that crept like frost as she turned the monitor around, “Is this Whitney?”
Chloe nodded and took a step closer, “I know what it looks like, Lana. But, I had to take pictures. Something not human did this to him.”
Lana ever so slowly turned the monitor back around to look at the gruesome sight once more. Her heart had become like a rock in her chest and yet the tears still streamed from her hardened eyes.
“I was so mad at him for not answering his phone,” she whispered as she clicked through each of the horror filled photos, “I was going to break up with him because of it.”
“Lana,” Chloe said calmly, “You need to stop looking at them.”
“I know he could be a mean ass hole,” she said as she gazed at the fleshy soup, “But, he did not deserve this, Chloe.”
“Turn off the monitor, Lana,” Chloe said softly, “And we’ll go for a walk.”
“I don’t want to go for a goddamn walk, Chloe,” she whispered as she clicked the mouse harder and harder, “Someone was so angry with him.”
Chloe stopped moving and Lana’s icy eyes snapped up at her.
“Who,” she asked as she got to her feet, “Who would do this? Why would they do this? There has to be a reason.”
She still had the mouse in her hand and she squeezed it until it started snapping from the pressure her hand was exerting on it.
“Lana,” Chloe gasped and quickly grabbed some tissues, “You’re bleeding.”
Seeing the blood dripping between her clenched fingers caused her to drop the mouse in shock. She trembled and her knees suddenly gave out on her.
Chloe moved to catch her and they both went down.
“Why,” Lana cried as she clenched Chloe’s white tank top with all her might, “Why?!”
She had lost her parents in the meteor shower and now she had lost the one constant thing in her life to some meteor infected monster. Only a meteor freak would have the power to do something this fucking insane.
Chloe held Lana in her lap and let her cry. She should have put a password on those files. She had just been so busy and pissy that she had just forgot to do so.
She did not know what to say to her wounded friend. There was nothing she could say that would take this kind of pain away. She was just going to have to grieve and find the strength within herself to move on.
“I’m here,” Chloe said as she ran her hands up and down Lana’s trembling back as the girl sobbed like a child, “Your friends are here for you.”
Lana noticed that she was getting Chloe’s shirt all bloody, but she was too exhausted to really give a shit.
“I’ll stay the night,” Chloe offered, “Or, you can come and stay at my place?”
“I’d like that,” Lana sniffed as she fought to control herself, “I’ll pack a bag.”
Chloe nodded. The blood on her shirt was going to make her look as though she had been shot.
She helped Lana to her feet and went to shut off the computer. This was going to be a very long day and an even longer night. She was going to need Clark for this mystery.
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Dustin looked around at the ancient cave paintings in awe. Talk about a stroke of luck…or just plain farmboy clumsiness to fall into a treasure trove like this. These paintings must be hundreds of years old.
“They’re beautiful,” Dustin said as he walked around the chamber, “I wonder what they mean?”
“I don’t know,” Clark said as he looked around at them as well.
Dustin suddenly stopped when he saw a painting on the farthest wall. He wouldn’t have even noticed it if Clark had not zipped by his farm to snatch a flashlight from his loft.
“What is it,” Clark asked as he walked over to him.
Dustin put the light to the painting and Clark cocked his head to the side in wonder. It was a drawing of some being with green skin and fire for hair. There were what looked to be thorny vines coiling around the figures legs.
“Neat,” Clark said and pointed to the opposite wall in front of it, “There is two more over there that are side by side. One is of some guy and the other is a two headed monster looking thing.”
“Is someone there,” an elderly sounding female voice called out in some surprise.
Dustin turned around to shine his light in the direction of the voice.
“Yes,” Clark called out, “We’re in here! I hope we’re not trespassing!”
“Not at all,” the voice said and an elderly looking Native American woman stepped out of the darkness and into Dustin’s light, “I thought that only my people knew about these sacred caves.”
“I stumbled in by accident,” Clark said and Dustin almost choked on his snort at the honesty of his statement, “And I had to show my boy…my friend.”
“Do you know what these old paintings mean,” Dustin asked and could not believe that Clark had almost called him his boyfriend in front of this woman. That was so damn cute he would have blushed if he could.
“Paintings,” the woman asked and Dustin showed her with his light.
The two watched her mouth fall open in shock. She walked around in wonder and could not contain a smile.
“This chamber has been lost to my people for hundreds of years.”
“Lost,” Clark and Dustin asked at the same time.
“My name is Aurora Dawn,” she smiled at the two of the warmly, “And you, young man, have rediscovered the Kawatche Story Chamber.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
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 Thirteen
Dustin was walking down the stairs from his room with a suitcase in hand when the doorbell began to ring. He sat his suitcase down at the side of the banister and went to open the door to see that it was Clark. What the hell was he doing here?
“Hi,” Clark said with a small wave, “I…I would really like to talk about last night.”
“What about it,” Dustin asked as he leaned against the door, “Didn’t you have a good time?”
That threw him for a loop. Of course he had had a good time. He had had a wonderful time. But, that was so not the point.
“Yes,” Clark nodded, “I did have a really good time.”
Dustin stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind him, “I see you didn’t have to drive to get here.”
Clark shook his head, “No.”
“Clark,” Dustin asked and cursed his voice for trembling when he said his name, “Why did you leave me like that?”
“I,” Clark tired and followed after Dustin who took a seat on the porch swing, “I was scared.”
Dustin looked up at him, “Of what?”
“I wasn’t myself,” Clark said and took a seat next to him, “I could have really gotten you hurt.”
“What hurt me,” Dustin snarled and turned his face away from him, “Was you running away.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark said wishing that he would look at him, “I really am.”
“Are you,” Dustin whispered and mentally commanded a vine to stop creeping towards Clark.
Clark reached for a shapely alabaster hand and took it in his, “I am, Dustin. I like you. I really do.”
“I don’t understand,” Dustin said and turned his face around to look at him, “Do you have multiple personalities?”
Clark blinked, “Say what?”
“Well, you said that you were not yourself,” Dustin said, “So obviously, you were someone else last night.”
Clark bit his bottom lip. That did make sense. It was him, but it wasn’t him. That made no sense whatsoever. He was so confused. The real him would never in a million years do the things he had done. Was this because he was an alien? Was his inner alien coming out to play?
“I don’t know,” Clark said, “This has never happened to me before.”
“Maybe you being meteor infected had something to do with it then,” Dustin offered.
“I’m not meteor infected,” Clark told him, “I was the born the way I am.”
“Oh,” Dustin said and lowered his head.
“You sound disappointed,” Clark said in some shock.
“No,” Dustin said and got to his feet, “It doesn’t matter because you saved my life.”
Clark reluctantly let go of his hand, “I’m just so shy and I frightened myself. Nobody but my parents and Pete know about my powers.”
“And they don’t mind that you’re…special,” Dustin asked.
“My mom calls me her special little boy,” Clark said with a small smile.
Dustin turned and leaned back against the slow creeping ivy and crossed his arms, “So,” he asked and decided to just get it over with, “Still want me to be your boyfriend?”
Clark was on his feet in an instant and just looked at him in surprise, “You mean you still want to?”
“I wouldn’t have asked,” Dustin said and unfolded his arms, “If I didn’t still want to try.”
Clark watched him pull on the sliver chain around his neck and brought out his class ring. The stone was broken, but he was wearing it. He was wearing his class ring. He felt so happy.
Clark nodded and in a quick blur had him in his arms. Dustin rested his face against Clark’s warm chest and smiled. He still had the mud in his hair from last night and smelled of the earth. Could this mysterious man be his shelter?
“I’m so sorry that I hurt you,” Clark said while sniffing that rose red hair, “I’m an ass hole.”
“No,” Dustin said breathing in his scent, “You’re dumb, not an ass hole, Clark.”
That made the big dumb alien smile.
“Were you busy,” Clark asked.
Dustin did have plans…but they could brew a little while longer in his cauldron of inspiration.
He shook his head, “Not at the moment. Why?”
“Then come on,” Clark said and picked him up to hold him in his arms, “I want to show you the hole I fell down last night.”
“Okay, Alice,” Dustin snorted and draped his arms around Clark’s neck, “Follow that rabbit.”
Clark took a step and they were gone in a whoosh.
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Chloe made her way into the Torch and froze when she saw the Snow Queen sitting at her computer. This was not something she was looking forward too.
Icy olive green eyes slowly left the computer screen and Chloe could see that Lana had been crying. Even when she showed emotion, it was hard and glacial.
“Lana,” she said in a soft voice, “I am so sorry.”
“Is this him,” Lana asked in a frigid voice that crept like frost as she turned the monitor around, “Is this Whitney?”
Chloe nodded and took a step closer, “I know what it looks like, Lana. But, I had to take pictures. Something not human did this to him.”
Lana ever so slowly turned the monitor back around to look at the gruesome sight once more. Her heart had become like a rock in her chest and yet the tears still streamed from her hardened eyes.
“I was so mad at him for not answering his phone,” she whispered as she clicked through each of the horror filled photos, “I was going to break up with him because of it.”
“Lana,” Chloe said calmly, “You need to stop looking at them.”
“I know he could be a mean ass hole,” she said as she gazed at the fleshy soup, “But, he did not deserve this, Chloe.”
“Turn off the monitor, Lana,” Chloe said softly, “And we’ll go for a walk.”
“I don’t want to go for a goddamn walk, Chloe,” she whispered as she clicked the mouse harder and harder, “Someone was so angry with him.”
Chloe stopped moving and Lana’s icy eyes snapped up at her.
“Who,” she asked as she got to her feet, “Who would do this? Why would they do this? There has to be a reason.”
She still had the mouse in her hand and she squeezed it until it started snapping from the pressure her hand was exerting on it.
“Lana,” Chloe gasped and quickly grabbed some tissues, “You’re bleeding.”
Seeing the blood dripping between her clenched fingers caused her to drop the mouse in shock. She trembled and her knees suddenly gave out on her.
Chloe moved to catch her and they both went down.
“Why,” Lana cried as she clenched Chloe’s white tank top with all her might, “Why?!”
She had lost her parents in the meteor shower and now she had lost the one constant thing in her life to some meteor infected monster. Only a meteor freak would have the power to do something this fucking insane.
Chloe held Lana in her lap and let her cry. She should have put a password on those files. She had just been so busy and pissy that she had just forgot to do so.
She did not know what to say to her wounded friend. There was nothing she could say that would take this kind of pain away. She was just going to have to grieve and find the strength within herself to move on.
“I’m here,” Chloe said as she ran her hands up and down Lana’s trembling back as the girl sobbed like a child, “Your friends are here for you.”
Lana noticed that she was getting Chloe’s shirt all bloody, but she was too exhausted to really give a shit.
“I’ll stay the night,” Chloe offered, “Or, you can come and stay at my place?”
“I’d like that,” Lana sniffed as she fought to control herself, “I’ll pack a bag.”
Chloe nodded. The blood on her shirt was going to make her look as though she had been shot.
She helped Lana to her feet and went to shut off the computer. This was going to be a very long day and an even longer night. She was going to need Clark for this mystery.
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Dustin looked around at the ancient cave paintings in awe. Talk about a stroke of luck…or just plain farmboy clumsiness to fall into a treasure trove like this. These paintings must be hundreds of years old.
“They’re beautiful,” Dustin said as he walked around the chamber, “I wonder what they mean?”
“I don’t know,” Clark said as he looked around at them as well.
Dustin suddenly stopped when he saw a painting on the farthest wall. He wouldn’t have even noticed it if Clark had not zipped by his farm to snatch a flashlight from his loft.
“What is it,” Clark asked as he walked over to him.
Dustin put the light to the painting and Clark cocked his head to the side in wonder. It was a drawing of some being with green skin and fire for hair. There were what looked to be thorny vines coiling around the figures legs.
“Neat,” Clark said and pointed to the opposite wall in front of it, “There is two more over there that are side by side. One is of some guy and the other is a two headed monster looking thing.”
“Is someone there,” an elderly sounding female voice called out in some surprise.
Dustin turned around to shine his light in the direction of the voice.
“Yes,” Clark called out, “We’re in here! I hope we’re not trespassing!”
“Not at all,” the voice said and an elderly looking Native American woman stepped out of the darkness and into Dustin’s light, “I thought that only my people knew about these sacred caves.”
“I stumbled in by accident,” Clark said and Dustin almost choked on his snort at the honesty of his statement, “And I had to show my boy…my friend.”
“Do you know what these old paintings mean,” Dustin asked and could not believe that Clark had almost called him his boyfriend in front of this woman. That was so damn cute he would have blushed if he could.
“Paintings,” the woman asked and Dustin showed her with his light.
The two watched her mouth fall open in shock. She walked around in wonder and could not contain a smile.
“This chamber has been lost to my people for hundreds of years.”
“Lost,” Clark and Dustin asked at the same time.
“My name is Aurora Dawn,” she smiled at the two of the warmly, “And you, young man, have rediscovered the Kawatche Story Chamber.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.