His Name in the Green

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 Seventeen

His breathing was ragged and it was heavy. He had to get away. They were all coming for him and he could not escape them. Everywhere he looked, death himself was blooming all over the place.

He could hear that breathtaking redheaded demon’s laughter echoing all around him as he ran for his life. He ran around the corner and cried out. His feet slid out from under him and he fell flat on his back. That cruel and twisted laughter was coming at him from all over the place. It was like all the plants had his voice and they were all taunting him.

He rolled over and froze at the glorious sight before him. Tight green leather pants hugged those long perfect legs like an emerald petal did a blood red rose. Petals the glossy color of a ruby seemed to clothe that flawless alabaster chest to perfection. A leafy green leather mask hid the beautiful man’s identity.

“Who are you?” He yelled at the top of his lungs, scrambling to his feet. “What the hell do you want?”

The vision in flora stalked towards him like a deadly life stealing vine, and the very atmosphere became toxic with his poisonous rage. A cruel smile twisted that beauty into something horrifying, the stuff of nightmares.

“Ah, Ashton, what a bastard you are.”

Ashton grunted when a sharp green boot connected with his jaw. He rolled across the floor to land on his side against the hard side of the fountain. Tears streamed from his eyes because of the pain.

The plant demon’s voice was petal soft, and as sweet as honey.

“Come to me, Ashton,” the demon’s deep masculine voice cooed to him ever so gently, “Come and give us a kiss.”

“No!” He cried out in terror, jumping to his bare feet to run. “I refuse to die like this!”

He took off running only to scream when plants with razor sharp thorns sprouted from the ground under him. His screams clawed their way from his throat, and he fell to his knees, screaming even more.

“Who are you?” He screamed in pain and anger.

“I am that which no man or woman can resist.” The man said. “But, you may call me Blight.”

Ashton yelped when a vine suddenly began to coil around his neck. He fell flat on his back, clawing, kicking, and trying to free himself from it. It grew thorns just to piss him off.

The deadly vision glided across the blooming flora to loom over him like a radiant blossom. He stared down into those bulging blue eyes, enjoying how the vermin was panting like some overheated dog. Oh, he simply adored it when they begged.

“Squeeze the life from him.” He ordered.

“No!” Ashton cried out, only for his tongue to suddenly be forced from his gaping mouth. Those vines twisted around him until his body gave several violent jerks and he fell still.

Blight loomed over the corpse and smiled down into that once handsome face it had been just a few moments before. Now it was all purple and swollen.

“You have paid for your crimes against Mother Nature.” He said, turning to walk away from the man who was responsible for destroying ten thousand acres of rainforest land in a manner of days. All those precious plants cried out for this man’s blood, and now they were sated.

The ground seemed to open up and swallow the body whole. Let that disgusting dog return to Mother Nature and help fertilize her children.

He looked around the dense forest and smiled as the giant red rose cocooned itself around him. He simply had to get home. His mommy and daddy would soon be flying in later today. They might even be home before dark. He just had to introduce them to Clark.

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Clark was sitting at the kitchen table looking nervous as hell. He was so lucky that Dustin had been able to fix the orchard back to the way it was before he had it bloom like Eden. He could not help but think about how beautiful it had looked. He kind of wanted it to stay looking like that forever.

Jonathan put his hands down on the table and looked right at him. “So, you’re a gay man now?”

Clark almost choked on his cider. Where in the hell had that come from? Why the hell did he say it like that? Had he been watching the Catherine Tate show on the BBC again? He nodded.

Jonathan slowly took a seat across from him and sighed. He was so happy that it was not with that damn Luthor.

“So,” he said, “His name is Dustin Thorn, eh?”

Clark nodded again.

“Well,” Jonathan asked, “What does he look like?”

“He’s a little bit shorter than me,” he said, “He has these flawless lime green eyes, this perfect white skin that seems to glow like a pearl, and he has hair that’s the color of a rose.”

Jonathan sat back in his chair and sighed once more, only deeper this time. His baby boy has gone and fallen for a drag queen. Where, oh where had he gone wrong? Why couldn’t it have been a cowboy, or some other farmer’s son?

Martha cleared her throat. “Why don’t you invite him over for dinner?”

Clark’s eyes brightened and he looked up at her. “You mean it?”

She nodded. She simply had to meet this young man. The description Clark had given them reminded her of a certain villain from a certain graphic novel.

“Oh,” she said, “I’ve been reading those graphic novels of yours.”

Clark’s face turned thoughtful. “What graphic novels?”

“The ones that I found accidentally on purpose when I was cleaning out from under your bed,” she smiled, “They were in a shoebox.”

Clark made a face. He had yet to even go through those. Lex had given them to him. They were all about Warrior Angel’s battles with Devilicus and other super villains in the mythology.

“Oh,” he said, scratching his head, “I have yet to go through those old things that Lex gave me.”

Jonathan’s right eye twitched.

Martha got to her feet. “How about you have him over at seven?”

“What?” Jonathan asked, completely openmouthed. “Why so late?”

Martha rolled her eyes. “Because I say so, that’s why.”

Jonathan Kent is a smart man. He knew when to back down.

Clark snorted. He always knew his mom wore the pants.

“How is Lex doing?” She asked him.

Clark looked up at her, smiling. He had just gotten back from seeing him at the manor.

“He is doing really well.” He told her. “He’s just bandaged up like a mummy.”

Jonathan could not help but grin. That silly Luthor was always getting himself into trouble all the damn time. One day he’s going to lose a limb or worse.

“We’re sorry about your friend, Whitney,” Jonathan said quietly.

Clark blanched. They so had not been friends. In fact, Clark hated his guts. But, he would not have wished that on anyone.

He got to his feet. “I’m going to go do some chores.”

“Clark?” Martha began but he was gone in a whoosh.

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Clark, however, did not go to do his chores. He, instead, went to go and see how Pete was doing.

“Hey, buddy.” Pete said, answering the door. “What’s up?”

Clark smiled. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing. You did not look well at all the other day.”

Pete nodded, and led Clark inside. He had never seen anything like that before. Whitney’s death had been brutal.

“Mom got me some of these great pills.” He said, picking up the bottle, giving it a good shake.

Clark nodded. Would pills make it all better?

“And she has made me some appointments to go and talk to this head shrink.” Pete told him, setting the pills back down on the coffee table.

“I’m just so glad that you and Chloe were not hurt.” He said, looking around the place.

“Chloe is such an idiot.” Pete suddenly snarled, punching the pillow.

Clark blinked in surprise.

“She took off running right towards where the scream came from.” He said, turning away from Clark, not wanting him to see the fear in his eyes.

Clark took a seat on the sofa next to him. “That’s just who she is, Pete.”

He shook his head. “She needs to stop doing that! She’s really going to get herself hurt someday, Clark! And you might not be there in time to save her!”

Pete’s tone and the pain in his voice made Clark slightly pull away. He had never heard Pete talk like that before.

“I’m sorry, Clark.” He said, turning back to look at him. “The doctor said that these pills will cause me to have mood swings until I get use to them.”

Clark shook his head. “It’s okay.”

“I’m starting to feel sleepy again, Clark.” Pete told him, getting to his feet. “I think I’m just going to go lie down.”

Clark got to his feet as well. He told his friend to take it easy and to call him if he needed anything. He noticed the gratefulness glowing in Pete’s eyes. It made him feel all warm inside.

He raced back to the farm.

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Dustin was standing in front of the television screen with a look of pure horror written all over his beautiful features. It was a news breaking story, and it had his emotions running somersaults. He could still hear his mom’s voice on the answering machine.

Hey, Sweetheart! This is your mother calling you to tell you that your daddy and I love you. We have missed you so much. What have you done to pass the time? Well, we will be home sometime tonight. We are just about to board the flight now. We love you so much. We’ll be home soon. Leave a light on for us.

Poisonous green tears were streaming from his eyes and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to his knees and punched the ground.

The flight they had taken had simply vanished over the ocean. The flight they had been on had gone down.

“Clark?” He said, not even realizing that he had even dialed his number.

“Hey!” Clark said over the line. “I was just about to call you and invite you over for dinner.”

More tears fell from those lime green eyes and he sniffed.

“Is something wrong, Dustin?”

Dustin leaned back against the wall. “I really need you, Clark.”

He was answered by a whoosh of warm air.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.