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 Thirteen

Clark was walking with his dad out of the Metropolis Day Clinic with a smile on his face, “I’m so happy that the doctor said that you’re doing great, Dad.”

“He always says that,” Jonathan said looking at the pill bottle in his hand that is some weird purple color, “And then they give you more of these things to take. These will look great with the red, pink, and blue ones I’m already taking.”

The two of them walked down the sidewalk heading for the truck when Clark looked at his dad, “I’d rather have more colors in the cabinet than not have you around.”

“I just don’t want to have to worry your mother,” Jonathan told him with a small smile, “That’s all.”

“We’re both worried about you,” Clark said remembering what his dad had told him about what had happened, “Jor-El did this to because of me.”

“I knew the risk I was taking, Son,” Jonathan said and put a hand around Clark’s shoulder to stop him, “And I would do it all over again just to keep you safe.”

Clark smiled and his dad took the tickets from his front pocket, “Let’s get to this game.”

Lex had given him the tickets to see the Metropolis Sharks with his dad. They would be sitting on the 50 yard line. This was going to be so exciting. Lex really was doing his best to make up for all the tears he had made Clark cry.

“Lex really is trying,” Clark said knowing how his dad felt about the bald billionaire.

“I know what his friendship means to you, Son,” Jonathan said and put the tickets in his wallet, “But don’t forget what he did. You have to be careful.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have told his parents about that after all, but they had the right to know what Lex had done. They were his parents and they did want to keep him safe.

“I know,” Clark agreed, “He just wants another chance to prove that I can trust him.”

“Clark,” Jonathan tried but backed off when Clark frowned. He hated it when he did that. As if they puppy dog eyes were bad enough, this was even worse. It made his eyes look even bigger and all the more pitiful.

“It’s my senior year,” Clark said looking at his dad, “I don’t want to have to worry about all that stuff. I just want to see you well, hang out with my friends, and play football. I want normal, Dad.”

“All right,” Jonathan said holding up his hands, “Go get the truck. We don’t want to miss the kickoff.”

He gave Clark the keys and watched him walk off to go get the truck. He turned to the booth he was standing in front of and picked up a magazine. That was when all hell broke loose.

Clark suddenly heard something and spun around in a blur of super speed to see a truck slowly heading straight for his dad. He took off running only to see a young man about his age in a red hoodie push his dad out of the way from the speeding truck.

“Dad,” Clark cried out racing to his side to help him up, “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Jonathan said looking at the mess all around them from the accident, “Looks like your mom would be visiting me in the hospital if it were not for you.”

“That’s just it,” Clark said looking around with wide eyes scanning everyone, “It wasn’t me who saved you. I saw someone else who can move like I can. He was the one who saved you.”

Jonathan frowned.

“What,” Clark asked.

“Whoever just saved my life, Clark,” Jonathan said pulling his hand out of his back pocket, “Also stole my wallet.”

Clark sighed. He really had been looking forward to that game.

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“Hi,” Martha said walking up to them from the house in a nice skirt and top, “I thought you two would be at the game.”

“The tickets were in my wallet,” Jonathan said getting out of the truck, “And now it’s gone.”

“Stolen,” Clark said walking around the front of the truck to his mom who looked really concerned now. There are credit cards that needed to be cancelled.

“A kid took it outside the medical center,” Clark said.

“Are you all right,” she asked looking the two of them over, “Did he have a gun?”

“Just a fast pair of sneakers,” Jonathan said and walked by her, “I need to cancel those cards right away.”

“Wait a minute,” Clark said, “That guy was as fast as me. I need to find out who he is. Chloe can help me.”

“What are you going to do,” Martha asked.

“The credit cards,” Clark said with a thoughtful expression that reminded her of Sherlock Holmes, “One can be tracked down if they use one, right?”

“All right,” Jonathan said seeing that Clark had that “no use to argue with me” expression on his face, “But I want you to be careful. We know nothing about this guy.”

“I will,” Clark said and ran off in a blur. He was going to thank that guy for saving his dad…and then promptly smack him across the head for making him miss that game.

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Lana was making out with Jason in his dorm room when he discovered her mysterious tattoo. How could she have been so careless? Stupid mirrors!

“What is that,” he asked and touched it.

She quickly pulled away and put he shirt down, “It’s nothing.”

“It looks like a very large tattoo hovering over a very sexy spot,” he said eyeing her curiously.

She didn’t know what to tell him. Shouldn’t she just come out with it and tell him the truth, which he wouldn’t believe, or should she tell him a very believable lie? I got drunk that night in Paris and found myself a nice tattoo parlor.

“When did you get it,” he asked with a smile.

“I got it,” she said moving away from him, “Before I came back from Paris.”

“Really,” Jason asked, “You should’ve told me. I would have come with you and got something wacky.”

“I didn’t plan on getting it,” she said spinning around to keep him from touching it, “It just happened.”

“Tattoos just don’t happen,” Jason said looking at her with a mixture of amusement and worry on his handsome face, “Ink and a little pain is usually involved.”

“Did I need your permission,” she asked suddenly wondering why she was angry. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said and raised up his hands in defense, “Why are you biting my head off?”

“I’m not,” she snapped.

“Oh, yes you are,” he said looking down at her.

“I don’t want you making a big deal out of this,” she said and started to cool off.

“I don’t care about that tattoo,” he said and then his look turned to concern, “But what bothers me is that for some weird reason you felt like you had to hide it from me.”

“The last thing I ever wanted to do is hurt you,” Lana said really needing him to understand. She knew about the lies his parents told each other and it ruined his life.

“But there are some things that I’m just not comfortable sharing with you yet,” she said and saw the pain in his eyes, “I am sorry.”

She kissed him on the cheek and quickly ran away.

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Lex was having a bitch of a time getting the damn crate open with a crowbar. Where was Clark when you needed him? The damn thing had finally come in. He was going to obtain a stone of power that was thought only to be myth.

He began to laugh maniacally as he ripped the top off the crate and moved all the crap off the manuscript. His icy eyes widened in wonder as he gazed at it. There it was…the key to the resting place of another stone of power. This was fucking wonderful.

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Clark walked into the Torch to see Chloe typing away at her computer and Lindsey with his head down on his desk appearing to be asleep. Clark smiled and Chloe looked up from her monitor to see the way he was looking at their violet eyed friend with the great fashion sense.

“Clark,” she said snapping him out of his daze, “What can I do for you?”

“Hey,” he whispered not wanting to wake Lindsey and that made her cock a brow, “I need you to track this number for me.”

“Okay,” she said and took the slip of paper from him, “Why?”


“My Dad’s credit card was stolen,” he said, “And I want to see if someone has used it.”

Chloe wanted to ask more but decided that when it came to Clark Kent, it was best not to ask too many questions. It tended to get bombs thrown at her, trucks flying at her, poisons doused on her, and lots of other lovely stuff as well.

She brought up the databank and typed it in. She looked up at him with success on her face, “Looks like it has been used.”

“Where,” Clark asked and Chloe pointed at the bill and address.

“Thanks,” Clark told her and left before she could even ask what he was up too. She looked over at the sleeping Lindsey and the mind of this blonde reporter is one roller coaster ride you don’t ever want to be on.

She quietly got up from her chair and silently made her way up next to him. An evil smile crossed her lips. She leaned over him and placed her mouth close to his ear…and took a very deep breath.

“Edit,” she shrieked at the top of her lungs and Lindsey fell to the floor with a thump. She was laughing so hard she had to hold on to the desk to keep from falling on top of him. The look on his face had been priceless. Clark always missed the good shit.

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The address turned out to be an apartment complex and Clark made his way to the room under his dad’s name. The door was unlocked but the chain was in place. He snapped it like it was Christmas tinsel and silently made his way inside.

He could hear the sound of water running and saw steam in the bathroom. He quietly made his way into the living room to see clothes and all kinds of items on the table. There were stolen goods all over the place. The bed was even unmade. That was when he spotted the backpack sitting on the sofa.

He grabbed it and poured the contents out on the counter to see all kinds of jewelry and cards with some faces on them. He reached for his dad’s wallet only to jump when a pissed off voice said, “Dude?”

Clark looked up to see the young man who had saved his dad’s life, “You lost,” he asked, “You must be because this is my room.”

“My dad’s room,” Clark said looking him over, “He was the one who paid for it since it was his credit card you used.”

“I don’t have a clue what you’re tripping about, man,” the young man said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Uh huh,” Clark said, “My friend tracked the charges you tried to stick on my dad.”

“You went through my backpack,” he asked and was seriously looking pissed, “That is so like invasion of privacy messing with my stuff.”

“Right,” Clark said and was starting to get a little bored, “You stole all this stuff more than likely.”

“Yeah,” the guy asked and was suddenly standing on the other side of the room causing Clark to turn around to see that he was completely clothed, “Prove it.”

“I saw you save my dad from that truck,” Clark said walking up to him.

“Nobody seems me when I’m doing my trick,” he said with a smile but he suddenly didn’t seem so sure.

“Maybe you’re not the only one with tricks,” Clark said looking at all the Id’s in his hand, “Barry Allen, Wally West, whatever your name is.”

“It’s Bart,” he sneered, “Not that it matters. I’ll be a thousand miles away before you can even blink.”

“I blink fast,” Clark smiled, “Barty.”

Bart was pissed now, “Who are you?”

“I’m going to take my dad’s wallet now,” Clark said, “And then we’re going to sit down for a little talk. I owe you a slap for causing me and my dad to miss that game.”

Clark turned for his dad’s wallet only to see Bart standing there with his backpack on holding his dad’s card, “I’m not big on chitchat,” Bart smiled as though he smelled something bad, “Smell you later.”

Clark almost hissed when Bart was suddenly gone in a golden blur. He quickly smelled his armpit. What the hell? He smelled good. He took off in a flash chasing Bart down streets, dodging cars, right to the lake. He reached out and almost had him only to miss by an inch. His emerald eyes widened in shock. Bart was so fast he was running on top of the water straight to the other side.

Clark just stood there and blinked several times in shock.

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Clark ran all the way back to Smallville and into his house to see his dad messing with a big red table cloth, “I found the brat that stole your wallet, but I lost him down by the docks. He took off across the water.”

That was when he turned to see Bart sitting at the bar eating a cookie with milk, “Hey Clark! What took you so long?”

Clark’s left eye twitched. It was on now.

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“I didn’t think anybody else could move like that,” Bart said following Clark into the barn, “Because you were right on my ass. I always wondered if there’s anyone like me and it turns out to be you.”

“What did you tell my dad in order to get a free meal and a bed on the couch,” Clark asked turning to look at him.

“No story,” Bart said smiling because this was so fucking cool, “Just the truth, Clark.”

“And what’s that,” Clark asked really wanting to know. Stealing was wrong and he had chores to do.

“A couple years ago there was this accident,” Bart said going into story mode, “There was this huge flash of light, and then my body started to go into overdrive.”

“And this happened in Smallville,” Clark asked thinking of the meteor rocks.

“No,” Bart said, “This is my first time ever being in this place…no offense, Clark…but hopefully the last.”

Clark turned and moved up the stairs, “I’ve never met anyone with powers like yours that wasn’t from here.”

In fact, Clark thought, At least all that I can remember anyway.

“Maybe you should get out more,” Bart suggested, “So, how did you get so fast? Were you in an accident too?”

“I was born this way,” Clark said not really wanting to talk about himself, “Why are you living on the streets, Bart?”

Bart looked up at him kind of sadly, “What happened to your parent’s, Bart?”

“Their son got zapped into a human lightning bolt,” Bart said and started laughing in order to hide the pain, “That’s what happened. They made this whole big deal that everything was going to be okay and that…”

He didn’t like the way Clark was looking at him. It was the look of sympathy and pity. He hated that. It wasn’t his fault his parents hate him now that he was a freak. God hates freaks after all.

“I don’t know. You should have seen the way they looked at me,” Bart told him looking at everything but Clark, “I could tell that nothing was going to be the same.”

“So, you ran away,” Clark asked softly knowing how hard it is to fight in order to fit in.

Nobody must know your secret.

Bart turned away and hopped up the stairs to look around, “I didn’t fit in,” he said suddenly envying Clark, “I guess you don’t have that problem.”

“You’d be surprised,” Clark said walking up the rest of the steps to join him in the loft and remembered a journal entry, “I ran away once too.”

“Why did you come back,” Bart asked and really wanted to know, “Mow the lawn? Milk the cows?”

Clark rolled his eyes at the farmboy puns as Bart went on, “you should be out there like me, having a blast.”

“You mean stealing everything that is isn’t nailed down,” Clark asked, “It’s not right.”

“I’ve never hurt anybody,” Bart said looking down at his nice new shoes, taking a seat on the sofa, “I just swipe a little bling from the stiff upper class whenever I need some cash.”

Clark nodded, “Stealing from the rich?”

“I’m a have-not, Clark,” Bart said, “So I steal from the haves.”

“Like my dad,” Clark asked getting pissed, “Because we have so much?”


“Look,” Bart said telling himself not to feel guilty because of the way those big cow eyes were looking at him, “Don’t even sweat it, okay? They don’t charge you if a cards stolen.”

“And that makes it all right,” Clark asked wanting to smack him for stealing from his dad and making him miss that game.

“My friends down at the Suicide Slums short changed me,” Bart said getting back to his feet, “So I had to take your dad’s card to get a room. I don’t like sleeping on the streets, Clark.”

Clark suddenly felt really bad for him. What kind of parents would not love and accept their child? Lionel suddenly came to mind from what he had read in his journal, and some of the stories Lex had recently told him.

“Stuff happens there,” Bart said sounding a little scared as if some memory haunted him, “When I’m asleep, I’m just as slow as everyone else, Clark.”

A lot of bad images played in Clark’s mind and it must have appeared on his face because Bart said, “Stop hitting me with those big cow eyes. I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, you’ve done such a great job so far,” Clark said getting sick of the attitude. Bart reminded him of Lois, and he done got her gone, thank god.

“You know what? Enough about the poor little street urchin,” Bart said getting right up close and personal with Clark, “Let’s take a closer look at the enigmatic, Clark Kent.”

In a flash he was looking at everything in the loft and was right back up in Clark’s face, “Let’s see. You like to read about Native American Myths,” he said holding up a book, “You’ve scrapped the initials L.L. on all your notebooks…and you have one of the most boring hobbies in the world.”

“And that would be,” Clark asked fighting not to blush about the initials.

“Rock collecting,” Bart said.

“I don’t collect rocks,” Clark said only to feel sick when Bart opened the lead box containing the kryptonite and fell back in pain.

“Are you okay,” Bart asked looking at him with worry.

“Put that away,” Clark begged holding onto the table to keep from falling to the ground, “I’m allergic.”

Bart snapped the box closed, “I’ve heard of people being allergic to cats and dogs…but never falling on their ass because of a little green rock.”

“It’s a long story,” Clark said and mumbled, “And I don’t remember most of it.”

“Which is one I’m sure I’ll love to hear,” Bart said putting the lead box down, “After we get back.”

“Back,” Clark asked feeling better by the second, “Back from where?”

“Anywhere we want,” Bart smiled, “We are two super powered studs…why do you think I came looking for you?”

Clark just looked at him and Bart asked, “Ever been to Florida?”

Clark smiled and Bart was gone in a blink. Clark bit his bottom lip due to the temptation…and in a blink he was gone too.

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Clark had never seen the ocean before. It was so blue and the sand was so white. He loved the way the wet sand felt under his bare feet and between his toes. The sound of the ocean waves was soothing. Maybe he could find a quiet bay and come here to think sometimes. The ocean reminded him of his self. It was vast and deep…just like his mind.

He watched people as they swam in the water and some in their nice boats. Kids were building sandcastles and poking at some dead jellyfish. He could not help but laugh when a little girl poured a bucket of sand over a little boy’s head. That was just funny. This was amazing.

Bart walked up beside him and looked out at the ocean like he was and asked, “First time seeing the big pond?”

Clark nodded his head, “It’s huge.”

“It smells,” Bart said with a shrug, “I run across it all the time when I’m craving real Italian food.”

Clark just looked down at him to see that he was smiling up at him, “That guy over there has been checking you out since we got here.”

Clark blinked, “What?”

Bart laughed and handed Clark a seashell, “For your rock collection.”

“I don’t collect rocks,” Clark said but actually admired the cool looking shell, “At least I don’t think I do.”

“What do you mean,” Bart asked and the two of them started to walk along the shore with small tides rushing over and under their feet.

“I have amnesia,” Clark told him, “I went missing for about three months and woke up in a cornfield completely naked. Lois said I was struck by lightning.”

“Wow,” Bart said, “So you don’t remember anything from your past?”

“I didn’t even know what a tractor was,” Clark told him with a small smile, “The noisy thing scared the hell out of me. It took mom five minutes just to calm me down so I would get out of the truck.”

“That must be tough,” Bart said looking at his new friend in a new light, “How does your friends and family deal?”

“Good,” Clark said, “They’re there for me when I need them.”

Bart simply nodded and stopped walking to look out at the ocean again. Clark suddenly realized what he had said and apologized.

“It’s okay,” Bart smiled up at him, “I’ve learned to deal.”

“How,” Clark asked, “You must feel so lonely.”

“I’m always on the move,” he said kicking at a wave which got Clark’s pants wet, “Except for when I’m asleep.”

Clark noticed the fear in his voice when he said “asleep.” He suddenly remembered when Bart had said something about how he did not like to sleep on the streets. Bad things happened on the streets. When he was asleep, he was just as slow as everyone else.

“Bart,” Clark asked in a small voice, “Did something happen to you when you slept on the street?”

Bart froze and took a shaky breath. He turned to look at Clark with fear in his eyes…and then down at his feet.

“I would rather not talk about it,” Bart said and continued walking.

“Okay,” Clark said walking along after him. Something really bad must have happened to his new friend.

They walked along the beach and Clark snorted when Bart suddenly had burgers in his hands offering him one. Clark looked around to make sure that no one saw and took one. He would make Bart tell him later where he had stolen it from so he could leave some money in the register.

“Clark,” Bart asked kind of feeling bad for the snooping he had done in his loft earlier, “I have nothing against it, but are you gay?”

“You read my journal,” Clark asked in fear. All of his secrets were in that book. He would have to burn it now.

“I didn’t mean too,” he said and Clark frowned, “But it told me to. It yelled “Read me” at the top of its lungs.”

Clark needed to sit down. This was not good. Bart now knew he was an alien.

“Its okay,” Clark said wanting to smack him real good, “Just as long as you promise not to tell anyone what you’ve read.”

“Promise,” Bart smiled even though he just read the part where he kissed some guy named Lindsey, “Are you though?”

“I think so,” Clark said, “Yes.”

“That’s cool,” Bart laughed and pointed at a random guy with a great tan, “Would you tap that?”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.