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 Nineteen

Chloe was walking down the hall only to get upset when she heard, “Chloe, would you please stop and listen to me? I don’t know what I did.”

“Oh,” she said sarcastically, “More amnesia is it?”

“No, I mean I still have it, but not that,” he said frantically, “But whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

She moaned, “You know what, Clark,” she asked and then said turning to face him as people passed by them, “It’s a nice effort, really it is, but you’ve used up your lifetime allowance of apologies.”

That hurt. That had really hurt. Of all the things he had read in his journal, she had done more to hurt him.

“I’m only saying this because I really care about you, Clark,” she said, “But I really think you should look for some help.”

He blinked, “Help? Why do I need help?”

She rolled her eyes, “A therapist.”

“I don’t think that’s going to help,” he said.

“Then how do you explain this,” she asked getting more upset, “Clark Kent on crack?”

“Chloe,” he called as she walked away, “I don’t even know what that is. It wasn’t me.”

“No,” she said, “It was you. I know a lot of people in this town have pulled a Jekyll and Hyde, but deep down, they’re the same person, Clark.”

Who the hell is Jekyll and Hyde? She wasn’t even listening to him. Can she not tell that this is the real him? That really hurt. His own friends who he believed to be his friends did not even know him at all.

“Lana,” Chloe said seeing her walk up looking just as pissed off as she was, “Kent’s all yours.”

Clark watched her walk away from him. He had saved her from that metal mutant and she was not going to forgive him for doing something he didn’t even do. He blinked back the tears.

Lana’s voice was just as cold, “Have you told anyone?”

He turned around not knowing what she was talking about, “What?”

“Don’t play games with me, Clark,” she warned with narrowed eyes, “I’m not in the mood, Farmboy.”

“Lana,” he tried, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She took him by the hand and led him over to a deserted corner, “This isn’t about you and me, or the fact that you were kissing Lex, all right?”


“You know about that,” he asked in fear.

“Listen,” she said, “This is about Jason losing his job, Clark.”

Clark’s alien mind was racing around in circles trying to catch up, “Why would Jason lose his job, Lana?”

“Why do you think,” she hissed wanting to slap his face…only harder this time so that it knocked something back into place, “If anyone were to so much as think that we were a couple, he’d be fired in a heartbeat.”

“Oh,” Clark said, “You two are together?”

“We’re both adults,” she told him, “And we’re not hurting anyone, but this stupid school has its stupid rules.”

Clark was happy for her, couldn’t she see that?

“He needs this job, Clark,” she said looking over her shoulder to turn back and seeing him nodding his head.

“Please,” she begged, “After everything you’ve put me through…can you please keep this secret?”

He looked at her unbelievingly. After all he had done for her…she didn’t trust him.

“Secrets,” she whispered, “It seems to be the one thing that you were good at, Clark.”

“Okay,” Clark said in a very small voice, “I won’t tell anyone your secret, Lana.”

Lana nodded and walked by him to get to a class, leaving him in the empty hall as the bell rang. He took a small breath and the tears fell. He had lost Chloe and Lana. They hated him now.

Clark quickly went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror as he sat his backpack down. His rose gold cheeks were wet with tears and he began to wash his face with cold water. He looked back up at himself and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw violet eyes looking over his shoulder in the mirror. This was the moment he had been dreading all day. What had he done to upset the boy…young man…that he really liked?

“Hi, Clark,” Lindsey said without so much as batting a long dark eyelash, “Do I look “pretty” today? I don’t see anyone I need to solicit to in here as of yet.”

“What,” Clark asked. It really was a bitch. If he got anymore confused, he was going to run home and never leave his room ever again.

“You look pretty everyday,” Clark said, “Beautiful as always…what’s solicit?”

“Your eyes,” Lindsey said leaning closer and he still had not blinked once, “Is it you whose in there this time?”

Clark gave a little smile and nodded, “Yeah.”

Lindsey put up a finger to his lips, “Just to be sure,” he said, “Hum the tune of the song you caught me singing at the lake.”

Clark did so and Lindsey smiled warmly, “I knew you could never be so sophisticatedly rude.”

Clark scoffed, “Insult much?”


“I just call it how I see it,” he said hugging Clark tight and Clark almost coughed because of the strength in those sculpted arms, “Chloe is so mad at you.”

“I know,” Clark wheezed and Lindsey let go of him, “She and Lana hate me now.”

Wow, he was strong. Maybe he is a meteor freak. Maybe that’s how he knows it’s me and not Lionel.

“They’re mad, Clark,” he said, “Not sure what you did but they don’t hate you.”

“You didn’t see the way they looked at me,” Clark said sadly, “Chloe said I used up all her forgiveness and Lana just…I don’t know…she hates me too.”

“I don’t think so,” Lindsey said and gently wiped away a tear from the corner of an emerald orb, “And if so, then they’ve lost the best thing they could ever have in their lives.”

Clark smiled sadly, “You think that much of me?”

“You’re a wonderful person, Clark, if you get past the Multiple Personality Disorder,” Lindsey smiled and flicked him on the nose like one would a puppy, “And from what I have seen, I’m glad to be your friend.”

Clark frowned and then laughed. He was not sure what Multiple Personality Disorder was, but he was sure it was not him.

“Friend,” Clark asked looking into those shiny amethyst orbs remembering how he had kissed Lindsey on the cheek.

As if Lindsey had heard him, he instantly touched the cheek Clark had kissed, “Of course, Clark.”

Clark smiled and the tears just seemed to burn away by the happiness on Lindsey’s handsome features that were just too beautiful to even contemplate. He would be an artists and a poet’s worst nightmare. Clark realized that if was to take a picture of him, the picture would not do him justice. Nothing would ever compare to the real thing.

Clark moved closer to him and Lindsey quickly heard that booming voice in the back of his mind, ‘The closer you get, the further you’ll be apart.”

“We’re late,” Lindsey said picking up his bag from the floor where he had dropped it, “Mr. Sanderson will eat us alive.”

“The exam,” Clark almost cried, “It’s this Friday.”

Lindsey looked up from his bag, “Want me to come to your place for a study date?”

Clark smiled.

888888888888888888888888888888888888888

Lex was pouring himself a drink in order to calm his shattered nerves. His dad was in Clark’s body. That evil, manipulative, sadistic, parent murdering, child strangler was in his Farmboy’s body! He was too afraid to fucking move. He was going to cry! He was going to fucking cry!

The doors suddenly swung open and he saw “him” walk in, and he grabbed the gun aiming it right at his precious Farmboy’s body. Would he be able to fire the gun if he needed to? He didn’t know. He could probably shoot a leg…a shoulder?

“Lex,” Clark called out in concern looking around for him.

“Stay where you fucking are,” Lex shouted while fighting not to tremble, because those green eyes looked so scared and hurt.

“It’s me, Lex,” Clark said putting his hands up and backing away slowly, “I need to talk to you.”

“The day when you found Chloe,” Lex yelled, “When I asked you at the door what you wanted…what did you say to me?”

“I already had a pre-quiz in Chemistry, Lex,” Clark quickly said, “I failed it.”

“Answer the fucking question,” Lex screamed at the top of his lungs while still remaining to look as calm as an icy mountain slope.

Clark bit his bottom lip. If he got this wrong, he was going to have some explaining to do.

“I’m here to see Lex,” Clark told him.

Lex blinked, “Oh, thank god,” he whispered and dropped the gun to go and hug him, “Welcome back.”

Clark embraced him and he smiled. Lex knew the truth. He didn’t have to lie to him.

“So you know what happened,” Clark asked.

“I knew you would never ask me for 57 million dollars, Clark,” Lex said.

Clark smiled and then frowned. What if Lionel had not been in such control of his powers? Lex could be dead right now.

“Mom told me what I did,” Clark said, “I’m really sorry, Lex.”

“If you hadn’t done what you did,” Lex said, “I’d be the one behind bars right now. Thank you, Clark.”

“You would’ve done the same,” Clark said.

Lex smiled and patted his shoulder before walking back to put the gun away…and poured another drink. Clark was right. He would do anything for him.

“How did my father do it,” Lex asked.

Clark shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Lex’s left eye twitched, “And that strength you had,” he said dripping ice into a solid crystal glass, “It was incredible. Where did it come from?”

“Umm,” Clark said thinking as he walked over to him, “It must’ve been a side effect of the transference?”

Lex nodded, “Well, whatever happened,” he said, “I’m just glad it wore off.”

“Lex,” Clark said walking right up to him, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Name it,” he said with a smile. Whatever his Farmboy wanted or needed, Lex would give it to him. He would even give him 57 million dollars if he wanted it now.

“It has to do with your father’s cellmate,” Clark told him, “He helped me and saved my life.”

Lex smiled and Clark went on, “He swears he was framed for his crime, Lex.”

“Here is my golden Farmboy,” Lex smiled to himself, “Always so trusting of others.”

“A lot of convicts swear they’ve been framed, Clark,” Lex told him and walked over to his fireplace.”

“But,” Clark said, “I believe him.”

“Dear sweet, innocent, Clark,” Lex mused.

“I promised him that if I got out I’d do everything in my power to help him,” Clark said walking up behind him, “Lex, you’re the only one I know who has the power to help him.”

Lex closed his eyes. This was one of the many reasons he loved Clark so dearly. He was always helping others, without asking for anything in return. A simple “thank you” was all it took to make him blush and stumble into a wall that wasn’t even there.

“If I can manage to put a guilty man in prison,” Lex said turning to face his Farmboy, “Maybe I can get an innocent man out.”

Clark smiled and hugged Lex close, “Thank you.”

“No,” Lex said softly, really loving the warm embrace of his best friend, “Thank you, Clark.”

Clark pulled back and was blushing furiously. Lex snickered when Clark stumbled and fell out the door. Even with lost memories, some things never changed, and he was thankful for it.

888888888888888888888888888888888

Edgar saw the limo and made a gulping sound as he made his way up to it. He opened the door and saw Bridgit Krosbey motioning for him to get in.

“I wasn’t told it was going to be…,” he stuttered.

“Edgar,” she said looking at him with raised brows.

“Yeah,” he asked taking off his hat nervously, “Yes?”

“Do you have what we asked you for,” she asked calmly while looking him over.

He nodded and handed her the box, “Here it is.”

“Thank you,” she said smiling at him and held up the box.

“Nice car,” Edgar said looking at all the neat buttons and the mini bar in the corner.

She looked at him and back at the stone and snapped the box shut. She had to get this to Kal-El no matter the cost.

“I’m hungry,” Edgar said.

“Excellent,” she smiled and pushed a silver button to let the driver know that they were ready to be off, “Me, too.”

88888888888888888888888888888888

There was a knock at the door and Clark practically bounced out of the kitchen, “That’ll be Lindsey.”

Jonathan looked up from his magazine and looked at Martha as his son walked out of the room to get the door. Why was he so happy? Who in their right mind was ever happy when it came to studying? He really didn’t mean the pun, it just happened.

Clark opened the door to see Lindsey standing there in a nice pair of faded jeans with a hole in the right knee, and a deep purple t-shirt on that really brought the violet out in his eyes…not that they needed any help looking all magical and enchanting. Maybe he should wear more shades of green?

“Hi,” Clark said welcoming him in, “We can study in my room or out in my Fortress of Solitude.”

“Fortress of Solitude,” Lindsey asked in curiosity as he followed Clark into the kitchen.

“Lindsey,” Martha said smiling up at him from the table, “So nice to see you again.”

“You too,” Lindsey said giving her a brilliant smile and then turned to Clark, “Can I pet a cow later?”

Jonathan chuckled, “Never touched a cow?”

“Nope,” Lindsey said, “Unless it’s on a plate with a side of A1 Sauce.”

This was the first time Jonathan had ever seen Lindsey in person, and he thought the young man hauntingly beautiful. It was a beauty that one would expect to see in a high end fashion magazine…or in some blockbuster gothic vampire movie.

“I have fixed the two of you some snacks,” Martha said getting up from her seat to get the finer foods.

“Thanks, Mom,” Clark said taking them from her, “They look yummy.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Kent,” Lindsey said taking the bottles of fruit juice she handed him, “My favorite.”

She smiled, “Study hard.”

Clark motioned for Lindsey to follow him up the stairs to his room as the two elder Kent’s watched.

Jonathan turned to look at his wife, “Supermodel?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “But I would love to meet his parents.”

“What’s his last name,” Jonathan asked setting his paper down.

“Leland,” she said.

“Lindsey Leland,” Jonathan asked and then rolled his eyes, “Lex Luthor, Lana Lang, Lois Lane, and Lindsey Leland? What is with the L.L. takeover of Smallville?”

Martha shrugged and set about to fix some tea. She had noticed that her baby seemed to just light up when he is around Lindsey…it was almost like the way he is with Lex…only this was…brighter in a way.

888888888888888888888888888888

Clark sat the food down on his desk and pulled his chair up to the bed where he had told Lindsey to make him self feel at home. He took one of the bottles Lindsey offered him and opened it up to take a sip. Lindsey was right, kiwi strawberry is yummy.

“How far have you gotten on the study guide,” Lindsey asked getting his out.

Clark looked at him with guilt, “I’ve not had the chance to start.”

“It’s cool,” he said handing what he had done to Clark, “Just copy what you don’t have and we’ll take it from there together.”

“Thanks,” Clark said and got his stuff together and began to write down what Lindsey had already. This wasn’t cheating. He understood the material and the equations. He just had to play the normal high school student.

“How’s football,” Lindsey asked not wanting to mention Lana or Chloe because he did not want to make Clark feel sad.

“It’s good,” Clark said while writing away, “I’m having lots of fun being out there.”

“I’m glad,” Lindsey said moving his long legs so he could sit Indian style, “I enjoy watching you play.”

“Really,” Clark asked looking up into violet splendor.

“You look so happy when you’re out there in the zone,” Lindsey said while playing with his silver bracelet, “You look as though nothing can stand in your way of a win.”

Clark felt him self blushing and quickly went back to writing down the information he needed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Lindsey said and looked around the room. It all smelled like Clark, rich and earthy, sunshine and fresh cut grass. He was even sitting on his bed that smelled intoxicating. It was deliciously aromatic.

“Done,” Clark said and put his pencil behind his ear.

“Cool,” Lindsey said snapping out of his dangerously erotic thought of just kissing Clark until the alien creamed his jeans full of his lava hot seed.

“Are you hungry,” Clark asked pointing at the sandwich tray he had sat on his desk.

“Not really,” Lindsey said looking down at the remaining problems on the study guide, “Let’s finish these and then eat all of that while we quiz each other.”

“Sounds good,” Clark said opening up his textbook to the page numbers the guide said the answers could be found on, “Then you can come outside and pet a cow.”

Lindsey looked up at him and snorted, “Okay.”

Clark nodded and read over a page, “Found 17.”

“Found 18,” Lindsey replied.

“You will find nothing but loneliness and despair,” that cold voice hissed from the depths of his mind, “This love can never be.”

Lindsey shook his head and continued to watch Clark read.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora