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-One

Clark was sitting in the Torch, watching the match he had just played on the television to see what it was that went wrong on the field. He kept rewinding, pausing, and he still couldn’t find a damn thing. He had just simply tripped.

He heard the door open and looked over to see Chloe walk in. She looked like she was really upset, and he quickly decided to get out of her way before she yelled at him again. He didn’t want to make matters worse between them by pissing her off even more at him.

“Its okay, Clark,” she said, throwing down her keys, taking her jacket off, “You can stay.”

Good doggie.

“I thought you got some kind of restraining order against me,” he said, sitting back down to look over at her turning around to look back at him, “Does this mean you’re going to talk to me again?”

“No,” she said, walking over to him, and he quickly hid the hurt, “This is just me taking the chance to talk to Dr. Jekyll.”

“Oh,” he said, green eyes filling with even more hurt, but decided that this was better than nothing. He quickly turned his eyes back to the screen.

She looked to see it to and asked, “What’s all this about?”

“I’m watching to see what went wrong,” he said, pressing rewind again, “To see if I can figure out what happened to me out there today.”

She nodded, and he got up, “It’s like I had no control over my legs. My mind was yelling, run Clark, run…but…”

“But your body did not listen,” she said, turning to look up at him from where she was sitting on the desk.

“Exactly,” Clark said, wondering how she knew.

“It’s Mikail,” she told him, really needing to vent what had just happened to her.

“The foreign exchange student,” he asked, “Myxzptik?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said, impressed with his pronunciation, “Apparently he’s our resident puppet master.”

“What’s wrong,” Clark asked in concern, “What did he do?”

“It’s embarrassing,” she said, really grossed out, “But he made me kiss him.”

“Made you,” Clark asked.

“Yes,” she said, wanting to smack him for looking at her like she was crazy, “It was just like how you explained your trip. It was like he was controlling my mind.”

“Why would he want to throw the game,” Clark asked, walking to her desk.

“Because,” she said, hopping up to go to him, “He’s the biggest bookie in the school.”

“What a neat power,” Clark thought, “To be able to make people do whatever you want had to be cool.”

“Let me search his name,” she said, typing it into the computer.

Zero matches popped up.

“Should have known,” she muttered under her breath.

“Well,” Clark asked pointing at KLTPZYXM on the screen, “What’s that?”

“That would be Mikail’s name backwards,” she said, clicking on it.

A very strange picture popped up of a village in chaos with a big black cat in the center looking all evil. It made Clark shiver. The eyes were violet.

“Spooky,” a voice said from behind them, and both turned to see that it was Lindsey leaning against the door frame.

“Are you okay,” Clark asked in concern, seeing how hard he was breathing.

“The oddest thing just happened,” he said, slowly walking over to smile wearily at Clark and Chloe. He was so happy that they were speaking to each other again.

“What,” the both of them asked at the same time.

“I ran into the new exchange student in the gym,” he said, taking a seat in a huff, “Apparently he was mad at me for earlier.”

“Earlier,” Clark asked, and Chloe explained how Lindsey had walked in just as Mikail had kissed her.

“Yeah,” Lindsey said, violet eyes hot with anger, “He told me to run around the length of the track twenty times.”

Clark’s eyes widened and grabbed his shoulders, “Are you all right?”

“I was after I took a shower,” he said, loving Clark’s concern, and hated that he was lying, “Anyone care to explain to me why I did what he told me to do?”

Chloe and Clark looked at each other, and decided to fill him in on what was going on. He listened and then looked back at the picture on the computer monitor.

“What is that,” he asked, already knowing.

“It is a legend from the Piatoryer region in the Balkans,” Chloe said, reading it, and then thought, “That’s near where Mikail’s from…”

Clark touched her shoulder and she jumped up so he could take a seat. Lindsey peeked over his shoulder with smiling violet eyes. Chloe could not help but to think that these two had grown really close. They seemed so comfortable being in each others personal space.

“It says that the region has been terrorized for centuries by a bloodline of people,” he said, reading on, “Who can control the hand of luck.”

“Its not luck,” Lindsey said with venom to himself, “He’s controlling the minds of people to throw luck into his favor.”

“What does it say about the backwards name,” Chloe asked, running her hands through her hair.

Clark clicked the mouse and Lindsey was tempted to rest his chin on Clark’s broad shoulder.

“The family changed their name to escape the stigma after the village mysteriously burned to the ground,” he said.

Lindsey could not help but to smile. He had been the one to burn it to the ground. They had abused the gifts he had given them, and had hoped the fire had killed them all. He should have been more thorough about exterminating them.

“Looks like Mikail is still running from his heritage,” Chloe said.

“Not far enough,” Lindsey smiled as he looked at his violet eyed avatar on the screen.

“Does it say how to stop him,” she asked.

“According to legend,” Clark read, “It was a plague of locusts.”

Lindsey almost clapped his hands in joy. That had been so much fun. If only he had the power to summon another one. Did Ebay sell such things?

“There may be one other force they didn’t count on,” Clark said, seeing Chloe’s confusion, “Think about it. Who brought him here in the first place?”

Lindsey turned to look at Chloe.

She rolled her eyes, “Luthorcorp.”

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“You want me to what,” Lex asked, messing up his hit at pool.

“Deport him,” Clark said, “Send him home. Get rid of him. I don’t like him.”

Lex snorted. Clark was being dead serious. His green eyes were set, and his big strong arms were crossed in front of his big strong chest.

Down Lex! Down boy!

“I’m surprised that you would care about some half-rate bookie,” Lex said, fixing his balls on the table, “Or is there something else about Mikail that you’re not telling me, Clark?”

“You sponsored him, Lex,” Clark said, “I thought you might want to put a stop to his evil ways.”

“Evil ways, Clark,” Lex asked and big green eyes flashed dangerously.

He put his hands up in defense, “All right. I’ll look into it.”

“Good,” Clark said with a big smile, “Now prepare to be beaten, Luthor.”

“Bring it, Farmboy,” he laughed.

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“Clark on steroids,” Lana asked in confusion, “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“It happens to a lot of guys, Lana,” Jason said, leaning in the doorway to watch her apply her makeup, “They want to be better than everybody else. It puts a lot of pressure on young men.”

“You’re not responsible for Clark,” she said, applying her eyeliner.

Jason groaned, “Actually I am,” he said moving over to her, “Quigley asked to give him a drug test and I never mentioned it to Clark. I lied and said it came back clean.”

“Why would you do that,” she asked in awe.

“I don’t really know,” he said, resting against her vanity as she fixed her hair in a bun, “Because I believe in Clark…and because he knows about us.”

“Clark would never hurt me,” she quickly said.

“Why not,’ he asked, “I’d be pissed if someone took you away from me.”

“Nobody took me away from anybody,” she said, “I left.”

“Right,” he said, looking away from her.

“Look,” she said, deciding to be honest, “Clark is a big part of the reason why I left for Paris in the first place.”

“Oh,” Jason said, “And that would be?”

Lana took a deep breath.

“He’s gay,” she said, feeling like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulder, “So, he’s not going to do anything to hurt us.”

“He’s gay,” Jason blinked at a loss, “How do you know that?”

“I saw him making out with someone in his loft,” she said, remembering the pain she had felt, “And he knows that I know.”

“So if he tells,” he asked, “You tell?”

“No,” Lana said, “Maybe…I don’t know.”

“Who was he with,” he asked.

“I’m not sure,’ she lied ever so easily, “But it was definitely a guy.”

Jason just shook his head. That farmboy was a riddle wrapped up in a mystery with a dash of enigma just for spice.

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“Don’t get me wrong,” Lex said to his guest who was sitting before his desk, “I appreciate your ingenuity. But, importing bookies tend to reflect poorly on a company.”

“These are just for games,” Mikail said with a lopsided grin.

“The INS isn’t exactly renowned for their good sportsmanship,” Lex hissed, “They’re revoking your Visa and sending you back.”

“But you can keep me here,” Mikail said, “You have the power.”

“If I wanted,” Lex said, “But what talents my father saw in you are not worth the embarrassment you bring me and my company.”

Mikail did not look happy and that made Lex smile. That will teach you to mess with my farmboy.

“I’ve already made the arrangements,” Lex said, turning to the door, “You’ll be halfway across the Atlantic by morning.”

“You don’t really want that,” Mikail said in some fear. He did not want to go back. He knew what was waiting for him.

“You want to know why your father brought me here,” he said, walking to the bald man.

“Not particularly,” Lex said, “No.”

Mikail cocked a brow, “What if we made a little wager?”

“Why on earth would I take a bet,” Lex asked, intrigued, even though Clark wanted the little pest gone, “When I could simply have you thrown out?”

“I know gambling better than anyone,’ Mikail said, “You’re the caviar kind. When you hold everything in your hand, the only thing that can give you a thrill is putting your chips on the one thing that can slip through your fingers.”

Clark?

Lex smiled and cocked his head to the side in question, “And that one thing would be?”

“Me,” he said, following Lex back to his desk, “How much do you believe in Clark Kent?”

Those sharp metaphorical fangs began to slide down, dripping with deadly venom, as a raging blizzard filled those cold eyes. He turned those icy orbs to Mikail and the Young man actually shivered.

“You threatening my friend,” Lex asked, already eyeing the sharp letter opener on his desk.

“Not at all, Mr. Luthor,” he said, wondering why everyone was so protective of Clark Kent. First the scary, dark, violet eyed one, and now the rich as god one.

Lex smiled, “The championship game…”

Mikail blinked, “Exactly.”

“What’s the wager,” Lex asked.

“If the Crows lose,” he said, “You arrange citizenship for me and one million dollars to start new.”

“And if the crows win,” Lex asked, wanting to bathe in this arrogant little pricks blood. Red always did seem to look good on him. It really brought out the ice in his eyes.

“You get me,” he said, “Because your father brought me here for reasons that are far more valuable than money.”

Lex gently gripped his shoulders and turned winter back on with a blink, “If I found out that you somehow resort to hurting Clark during this wager…I’m going to carve out your still beating heart, and have it delivered to my father’s cellblock.”

Mikail could only nod. He could have Lex kill himself now, but there’s no fun in that. He had a bet to win, and he did not play fair.

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That night, Clark was sitting down in his loft to do some homework. Lindsey would be over soon to help out. He heard someone coming up the stairs and figured it to be him.

“Oh, look,” a heavily accented voice said, “A real live American Football Superhero.”

“What are you doing here,” Clark asked, setting his books down, getting up.

“I came here to thank you for ratting me out to Lex,” he said with his back to him, “It wasn’t hard to figure out. I knew Chloe would squeal just not to him. She’s too proud.”

Clark nodded. That was Chloe.

“You just seemed to be the common denominator,” he said, “Everyone just loves protecting you. But you forget, Clark, games are my business. If you don’t know the players then you cannot guess the outcome.”

“I figured you’d be halfway back to your cursed home by now,” Clark said, walking over to face him.

“I am not cursed, Clark,” he laughed, “I’m just lucky.”

Clark sneered.

“On Saturday, in the championship game, I’m going to be very lucky, Clark.”

“If you think I’m going to throw that game,” Clark hissed, getting right in his face with green eyes blazing, “Guess again.”

“If,” Mikail asked, “When there is an “if” there are odds, and I always beat the odds.”

Clark moved in on him and Mikail smiled, “Choke.”

All of a sudden Clark felt something clogging his passage way. He fell to his knees with his hands on his throat trying to do something.

“For example,” Mikail said, talking over Clark’s rasping noises, “The odds in the championship are based on your playing.”

He couldn’t breathe and his lungs were burning for air. This was bad. This was really bad.

“If you don’t go out on the field, then my profit margins take an unfortunate turn,” he said, loving the lovely shade of red Clark’s pretty face was becoming. He looked so upset and scared. He was almost tempted to just let him choke to death.

“That is why you’re not going to tell anyone about me, Clark,” he said, and Clark was looking at him, fighting to keep his eyes from blasting the little shit to pieces, “And you are going to be on that field unless you want to see more of your friends in the hospital.”

He smiled evilly and patted Clark on the thigh, “Just be a good little doggie and do as your master says.”

Clark’s eyes began to glow a dangerous ruby red, but Mikail did not see it.

He got up and made his way to the stairs, “Breathe.”

Clark fell flat on his ass taking in air one precious breath at a time. He stumbled to his feet. He was going to super speed and bitch slap Mikail straight back to the Village of the Damned.

Was that Lindsey calling his name?

He slowly made his way down the steps to see a nervous looking Mikail walking by Lindsey to his car.

“Why was he here,’ Lindsey asked in concern, “And why is your face so red?”

Clark saw Mikail looking right at him before driving off, “He told me to choke.”

Lindsey’s bottom lip trembled in what looked to be silent rage or maybe it was just nerves. He went with silent rage because those violet eyes looked like molten jewels.

He walked up to Clark and placed his cool palms on the redness of his neck, checking for something, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he said, “He told me to lose the game or he was going to make me hurt more people.”

Lindsey looked into those burning green eyes and fought to keep his voice from turning pleasant, “Everything is going to be okay, Clark.”

“How do you know that,” Clark snapped in anger without meaning to. It has just been a very bad week.

“Because,” Lindsey smiled, ignoring Clark’s anger because he knew he didn’t mean anything by it, “I know everything.”

Clark snorted and then rolled his eyes, only to freeze when Lindsey asked out of the blue, “Why did you kiss me, Clark?”

“I could have sworn I just heard you say how you knew everything,” Clark said, dodging the punch.

“Ha, ha,” Lindsey said, following Clark up the steps, “Are you sure you’re all right, Clark?”

“Yeah,” he said, walking over to look out his window at the stars in the sky, “I kissed you because I like you.”

Lindsey smiled, “Really, Clark?”

“You were sad,” he whispered, “And I didn’t want you to be sad. We were having such a good time together.”

Lindsey walked to stand beside him. He looked up at the stars and asked, “Which star is yours, Clark?”

Clark almost jumped, “What?”

“Star,” Lindsey asked, “Which is your favorite star?”

“Its not there anymore,” Clark said, even though pieces of it littered Smallville, “It died.”

“No it didn’t, Clark,” Lindsey said.

Clark looked at him and Lindsey put his hand over the bigger boy’s heart, “It lives in here.”

Clark didn’t know what to say. It was like Lindsey knew him or something.

He nodded and then his face turned serious, “We need to find a way to take care of Mix-little-penny-lick.”

Lindsey laughed at the way he completely butchered that little bastard’s name.

“The legend says that a plague of locusts stopped them,” Lindsey said, “Do you Ebay?”

“So much for studying,” Clark said, taking Lindsey’s hand in his own.

The violet eyed man smiled, “You could hold him while I knock him silly.”

“As much fun as that sounds,” Clark said, “No.”

“How about we bind and gag him,” Lindsey asked full of hope, “And toss him into Crater Lake?”

“Now you’re starting to scare me,” Clark laughed.

“Oh, oh,” Lindsey said and Clark continued to laugh while the violet eyed beauty concocted another devious plot that involved honey and killer bees.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.