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 Twenty

Chloe was walking down the long hall from the game Clark was playing in to find some guy that went by the name, Myxzptik. She had a bet to make just to see if she could actually make some money off this little experiment. She had never done anything like this before, and it was sort of exciting.

“Hi,” Chloe said walking up to a guy who had on a dark leather jacket, “Are you Mikail Mix-il-plik?”

The guy snorted at her mispronunciation. He got it all the time. His last name was hard for anyone to say.

“Myxzptik,” he told her finding her pretty, “Are you wanting to buy a vowel?”

“No,” she smiled and was really finding his accent sexy, “I would like to put 80 on the game.”

“Oh,” he said looking back at her with a smile to match her own, “You mean the game that has already started?”

Chloe looked up at him and made a face, “You’re still not taking bets?”

“You must be new to this sort of business,” he said knowingly, “I don’t take bets after kickoff, but in your case I think I can make an exception.”

Chloe mirrored his gaze and handed him her money, “Thanks,” she said, “Put down for Smallville to win.”

“Really,” he asked, “I’ve had a funny feeling about that new quarterback all day.”

“Yeah,” she asked rolling her eyes. She was still pissed as hell with Clark over the way he had talked to her the other day. That guy had some serious issues, and needed a damn good therapist. He had pulled one too many Mr. Hyde’s.

“As much as I hate to admit to this, Mikail,” Chloe said with a sad smile, “I never bet against Clark Kent.”

“All right,” he said with a nod, “If that is your choice.”

Chloe nodded and made her back to the game leaving Mikail in the shadows. He was smiling and almost jumped out of his skin when a beautiful young man stepped out of the shadows with violet fire in his eyes.

“You will not harm Clark Kent,” Loth said stepping right up into Mikail’s personal space to twirl a strand of the man’s hair around a long luminous finger.

Mikail gulped and the enigma before him smelled enticingly erotic, “Who are you?”

“Why, don’t you know me, Mikail,” Loth asked with false hurt in his lovely eyes, “I gave you your gift.”

“Look,” Mikail said backing away from him, “I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

He turned around and began to walk away only for that deep voice to call after him in a seductive tone, “Remember what I said, Myxzptik.”

He spun around when he heard his name pronounced in the correct way, but the young man had vanished like mist in sunlight.

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Lana was sitting with Chloe and she was really getting into the game. She was mad as hell at Clark, but she still wanted the Crows to win the match.

Chloe was next to her and she kept keeping an eye on Mikail. She really wanted to win this bet.

She looked up to see Lindsey making his way down the steps and she called to him. He looked around and carefully began to make his way to her. This match was super exciting.

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Martha was having a trip watching her baby play. Jonathan was nervous as hell and she told him to stop worrying so much and have a good time. Their son needed their support after all.

“Okay, guys,” Clark said getting ready for the pitch, “Lets do this right.”

He kept looking at his parents.

“Ready,’ he yelled and turned his eyes towards the prize, “Blue 72, Blue 72, hut!”

Clark took off running and quickly passed the ball to his team mate, and followed close behind him only to quickly grab the ball when his friend dropped it. The crowd went crazy.

He kept running for the touch down, only to lose his balance, and stumbled right into a player from the opposing team, hard. The guy went flying back and Clark fell flat on his face making the touch down.

The Crows won. They now got to take on the Topeka Valley Huskies in the championship game next week. This was so amazing.

Glowing eyes were glaring at Mikail, but was too busy relishing in Clark’s win to smite the little bitch down. He was going to make Jinx pay for causing Clark to accidentally hurt someone. Clark was going to be so upset.

“Lindsey,” Chloe shrieked in excitement, “We’ve won!”

“I know,” he smiled when she hugged him, “I just hope that player is all right,” he said and then whispered, “For Clark’s conscience’s sake.”

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Later that night Clark stepped off the hospital elevator to see Jason standing outside the hurt player’s room. He walked over to him and asked, “How is he doing?”

“His collarbone is broken in two places,” Jason said looking into the window at the player in a sling with both his parents around him, “I just can’t seem to understand how you were able to pummel a guy that outweighs you by at least a hundred pounds, Clark, and shatter his collarbone at the same time.”

“I’m sorry,” Clark said turning away from the window to look at him, “It was an accident. I lost my balance and with all the adrenaline…”

“Adrenaline doesn’t explain that you went from chucking hay to chucking 60 yard passes overnight, Clark,” Jason said.

“I’m a really fast learner,’ Clark said wondering where this was going, “You said I was a natural.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, “A natural who refuses to see a doctor after he collapsed a few days ago.”

“What are you trying to say,” Clark asked in confusion.

“Coach Quigley thinks that you’re on steroids,” Jason told him even though he did not believe it to be true. Those green eyes looked too confused. He wondered if Clark even remembered what those were.

“What,” Clark asked feeling really hurt, “I would never…”

Jason nodded and Clark almost went supernova. He was a good person. He didn’t take drugs. He didn’t need them! He counted to ten.

“What do you think,” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“I put myself on the line and said that there was no way in hell you would do such a thing,’ Jason said, “I have seen your dad, and he would kill you.”

Clark nodded, “I’m not on drugs.”

“I hope not,” Jason said feeling bad for him, “Because if it comes out that you’re not on the same playing field as these guys its going to be pretty disappointing to have to forfeit an entire championship season.”

Clark looked away from Jason when he said, “And a college career, Clark.”

Clark watched him walk away and turned to look back at the hurt player. He was glad that he was all right. He hadn’t meant to hurt anybody. He let out a sigh. Maybe he would just quit the team because there was no way he or his parents would allow a drug test to prove his innocence.

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Lex was sitting at his desk looking over a file filled with all kinds of papers, “I simply can’t begin to imagine what it must’ve been like growing up in a war-torn country.”

“Obviously,” his foreign guest said looking around the study from his seat, “I guess this is as far as one can get from scavenging in the streets, but growing up the way I did made me resourceful.”

Lex looked at him from the side, “Even resourceful enough to get the attention of my father’s Luthorcorp foreign exchange scholarship.”

His guest smiled and Lex asked, “So how do you like Smallville High?”

“I like it,” he said, “I think it’s a great place to make my American dream come true, because of all the available opportunities…and the girls are very pretty here.”

“Well,” Lex said wondering if he liked this guy or not, “I hope the classes are not too difficult for you Mr. Myxzptik.”

Mikail shrugged and Lex hid his smile, “I’ve looked over your application and must say I was shocked by your low test scores and even lower grades.”

Mikail only smiled and continued to fiddle with his shirt.

“Look, Mikail,” Lex said putting the folder down and getting up from his chair to go cut some fruit for a drink, “I’m just curious why my father would award a scholarship to a C student.”

Mikail blinked, “You want to send me back?”

“No,” Lex said pouring his favorite liquor, “I want to know why you are really here.”

He picked up a lime and looked it over before sitting it back down to be cut, “Why did my father want you here?”

Mikail watched Lex begin to slice through the lime and Mikail whispered, “Cut.”

“Shit,” Lex hissed under his breath when the blade sliced into his index finger and he quickly stuck it in his mouth because the lime juice stung like a mother.

Mikail snorted to himself, “I possess that which you do not see on a report card, Mr. Luthor.”

Lex raised his eyes up from his lime and smiled secretly, “And just what it is that you possess?”

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The next day, Smallville High was all abuzz with the Crows win and going to be in the championship. Chloe was busily typing away on her computer when she heard a knock and turned to see that it was Mikail standing there.

“Hey,” she said with a smile clicking out of her saved work, “I didn’t even realize that bookies made house calls.”

“Well,” he said as she put some folders away, “I guess I just walked into the Lion’s den.”

“What,” she asked looking at him in confusion.

“You know,” he said leaning back on her desk, “You’re a first timer and you show up at the end of the season. I have a few questions for Smallville’s most notorious whistle blower.”

“Notorious,” Chloe asked in hidden glee, “I like the sound of that.”

“This bet,” he asked, “It was just research for this article.”

“Front page,” she smiled.

“I don’t want to be a celebrity,’ he said, “Bad for business if you know what I mean.”

Chloe nodded, “Then switch jobs.”

“Ah,” he said, “But you’ve found my Achille’s heel.”

“Greed,” she asked not really at all surprised.

“Pretty girls with pretty smiles,” he said.

Chloe didn’t know what to make of that and hopped off her desk, “I’m still going to write the article.”

“If you don’t even know when to place a bet,’ he said as she took a seat at her desk again, “I don’t think you have the inside scoop you’re looking for.”

He pulled up a chair and said down in it to look at her at eye level, “If you promise not to use my name, I’ll let you shadow me.”

She leaned back in her chair letting out a small excited breath, “I cut you a break…you give me a full behind the scenes tour?”

“Of course,” he smiled, “And the first stop is the winner’s circle.”

He pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it to her which she hesitantly took. She felt sort of guilty betting on her “best” friend who she was not even speaking too.

“What are you going to do with the money you’ve won,” he asked getting up.

“Textbooks,” she said.

“Crazy girl,” he smiled, “You Americans just go wild.”

“My college fund took a massive hit this year because of my dad’s unemployment,” she told him putting the money in her pocket.

“How would you like to make enough money to pay for an entire school year,’ he asked and knew she would bite his hook.

“What do you mean,” she asked and was feeling Greed rearing its lovely head.

“I have to go to the Shark’s game in Metropolis tonight,” he said feeling her greed, “Shark’s, eight to one.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip and he went on, “If you want the big article you have to get inside the head of a gambler, Chloe.”

“Count me in,” she said reaching for her money and handed it all to him. This was really exciting.

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“There is more to life than some silly championship,” Jonathan said pouring himself a glass of lemonade at the bar while Clark sat at the table with his head down.

“I bet it’s easier to say that when you have one,” Clark said, “When I put on the uniform… its like I forget who I am.”

“Pun intended,” Jonathan asked turning to look at him.

Clark rolled his eyes, “But at the same time I feel like I know myself better, because it’s more than just a game.”

“I allowed you to join the team because I thought you understood your responsibility not to let anybody get hurt,” Jonathan said walking over to look down at him.

“I accepted that,” Clark told him, “Because I know I can control my powers.”

“Then why is there a kid lying in a hospital bed, Clark,” Jonathan asked rather loudly, “Hmm?”

“I tripped,” Clark whispered and then turned to look up at his dad, ‘Since when do I trip? I don’t remember ever tripping like that. I couldn’t catch my legs. It was like something was making me do it.”

“Just because you’re strong does not mean you can’t get rattled like everybody else,” Jonathan said.

“But,” Clark said.

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan snapped, “But the last place you need to be is out on that field and you know it.”

Clark was getting mad. He makes one tiny mistake and the world fucking turns on him. Oh, how he wanted to pick up this table and hurl it through the kitchen door.

“Quigley’s likely to be at the victory party tonight,” Jonathan said, “I’ll call and be the bad guy.”

“No,” Clark snapped getting up, “It’s my responsibility.”

“Fine,” Jonathan said and blinked…Clark was gone. He really hated it when he did that.

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The party at the Talon was wild when Clark walked in. He was mad and the music was too loud. There were people dancing all over the place. His mom must be busy as hell on a slow day.

He spotted Jason at the counter and asked if he could speak to him for a second. Jason nodded and followed Clark over to a corner.

“What’s up, Clark,” he asked.

“Hey, Kent,” a team member yelled and grabbed Clark by the arm, “You put is in the championship, man.”

“No,” Clark said, “The team did.”

“Coach wants to discuss it,” another member said.

“Clark,” a cheerleader called, “You made it.”

A cake? Why was there a cake? What were they doing? Were they trying to make him feel all the more guilty than he already was?

People started clapping and wrapped their school banner around his shoulders as many began to chant the word, “Coach.”

“All right,” Quigley said making his way to the cake, “Topeka may have the title under its belt but I know we have real chance at this championship.”

Clark was feeling really guilty. All of these people were counting on him and he was going to let them down. He was going to be the biggest loser ever. He wished the coach would just shut up already.

“And a golden arm,” he shouted and Clark’s face went red as people cheered, “Let’s go take the title home!”

Martha was watching her son look torn as everyone shouted, “Crows! Crows! Crows!”

Jason was looking at Clark wondering if he really was on steroids. Had Clark come up to him to confess earlier? He looked so lost surrounded by all those cheering people.

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The next day, Chloe walked into the Torch with new clothes on and shopping bags on her arms. She could not believe she had won all that money. It was fantastic.

“I simply love the new textbooks,” Mikail said from behind.

“Hi,” she said spinning to see him, “Don’t worry, I used ten percent for fun, and the rest is tucked away for tuition.”

“I’m glad my tip paid off for you,” he said.

“You kidding me,” she asked, “The game was awesome.”

“And why would you want to go and spoil all the fun by writing that article,’ he asked.

She wrinkled her brow and then smiled, “Because it just keeps getting juicer by the minute.”

“You sure about that,” he asked walking around to her.

“Why,” she asked, ‘You going to change my mind?’

He stood right in front of her and she patted his shoulder, “Nice try,” she said, “You’re very cute. But I already gave you anonymity, and its going to press tonight.”

“But you’re just starting to scratch the surface,” he said stepping closer causing her to step back, “And I can give you so much more dirt.”

Chloe nodded, “You’re just trying to stall the article, aren’t you?”

“You’re not getting me at all, Chloe,” he said and then smiled almost coldly, “I always get what I want.”

“Apparently on looks,” she said starting to taste something sour, “Because your charm just wore off.”

He smiled, “Stop.”

She did. What the fuck?

“Kiss me,” he told her and she did. Now she was scared. She couldn’t control her actions…he was.

He tilted her head to the side and pushed her hair gently away from her ear and whispered, “This is me asking nicely.”

She shivered as he continued, “You’re going to forget all about that article whether you want to or not.”

“Chloe,” a voice asked from the door and the two of them looked to see.

“Lindsey,” Chloe said as Mikail’s eyes widened. It was the man from the game. What the hell?

“Is everything all right in here,” he asked seeing how flustered and pale she looked.

“Yeah,” she lied and fought not to stick her fingers down he throat and gag, “Mikail was just leaving.”

Mikail turned to look at her and then walked by Lindsey, but not without hearing, “I’m warning you.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Mikail hissed.

“I’ll think about it,” Lindsey said with a big grin.

Mikail left in confusion. His power had no effect on the violet eyes man.

Lindsey went to Chloe, “I did what you asked.”

“Good,” she said shaking off her fear, “Let’s start today’s menu.”

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Later that day Clark was in his loft throwing footballs through a hanging tire. He never missed. All he wanted to do was play like everyone else.

He threw the second ball and it went through the tire too. That was when he walked over and slowly opened the lead box containing the meteor rock. He felt his powers getting zapped away almost instantly.

He reached inside and picked it up. It was a small piece, so the pain was not as bad as it could have been. He stumbled back over and picked up the ball and threw it. He missed.

“I’ve never seen you miss before,” his mom said from behind him and now he was scared, “I’ve also never seen you shrink away from responsibility, no matter how difficult, Clark.”

“I couldn’t let them down,” he said and his voice was small and shaking, “I just thought I could find a way to play like they do.”

She walked over and saw how pale he looked and that he was slightly trembling, “Clark,” she asked in worry, “Open your hand?”

He looked at her and he didn’t want too. She saw the empty lead box and her eyes narrowed. She walked over and forced his hand open quickly taking the rock from him.

“What are you doing,” she asked putting it back in its box, “You know how dangerous kryptonite is.”

“I always get better after its gone,” he snapped angrily, “So what if I’m playing sick…other guys play injured.”

He picked up the football and she followed him, “If dad knows I don’t have my abilities…then I can’t hurt anyone.”

“You are not taking meteor rock out on that field,” she said putting her motherly foot down, “I know this is hard for you, Sweetheart, but you are not going to make yourself sick.”

“I can’t quit,” he whispered.

“No,” Martha said.

“You asked your father if we’d ever seen you trip before,” she said, “Never, at least not without kryptonite or you being funny.”

That helped him feel a little bit better, but he was still upset.

“I was so excited to get a chance to see you be like everyone else,” she said, “That I forgot for a moment that you aren’t.”

Hearing her say that made him feel so much better, not.

“I didn’t think anything of it when you tripped,” she said, “You’ve never had mishaps like other children.”

He turned to look at her, “So something did happen to me out here.”

She nodded.

“If you really want to play in that game on Saturday,” she said, “Then you need to find out what it was.”

He turned to look out the window at the setting sun, and sighed. He really needed Chloe…but she would probably bite his head off and tell him to go suck a football.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.