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-Two

The next day, Chloe walked out of the Torch right into Clark, “Hi.”

“Clark,” Jason called out, “Warm up in fifteen minutes.”

Clark nodded and turned back to Chloe, “Any luck with the locusts?”

“Last time I checked,” she said, looking over a file, “They weren’t selling one of the ten plagues on Amazon.”

“Did you try Ebay,” he asked with a smile.

“Funny,” she said, “But I did look our little critter up.”

“What else can they do but destroy crops,” he asked.

“Well,” Chloe said, “When they swarm, they emit an energy wave to avoid crashing into each other. Maybe, Mikail’s commands operate on a similar frequency, like a…”

“Radio signal,” Lindsey said from beside them, causing them both to turn.

“Exactly,” Chloe said, getting use to him just popping up like that, “But once the locust signals are jammed, they can’t fly anymore without running into each other.”

“Is it permanent,” Clark asked.

She nodded.

“Then lets find something to jam his signal,” Lindsey said.

“Already on it,” Chloe smiled, “But we need to find Mikail.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Clark said, looking angry, “He’s got a lot of bets riding on this game. He’ll be here.”

“Okay,” she said.

Lindsey smiled at him, “Be careful.”

Clark nodded, “I will, see you two later.”

Lindsey watched him go and then looked over his shoulder at Chloe, “Need any help?”

She nodded.

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Clark was sitting on the bench wondering if everything was going to be okay. What if Mikail made him hurt his parents, or his friends? What if he made him hurt Lindsey?

He contemplated all of this, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He could snap Mikail’s neck before the little twit knew what hit him. His super speed would see to that.

“No,” Clark whispered, “I can’t just kill him.”

But there was dark voice asking from deep down inside him, and it was his own voice, “Why not?”

“All right, guys,” Jason called, “Let’s kick some ass!”

Clark ignored the voice and took off after his team mates, only to stop when he heard his dad call his name.

“Dad,” he asked.

His dad looked really disappointed.

“What are you doing,” Jonathan asked.

“Mikail said that he would hurt the guys if I did not play,” he said.

“A bunch of 250 pound guys barreling into each other on a football field is one thing,” he said, “Getting hit by you is like getting hit by a train.”

“He could make them choke, or stab themselves,” Clark said, “Or break each other’s necks, walk into traffic, anything to get at me, dad.”

Jonathan shook his head.

“I hope none of that happens,” Clark said, “Chloe and Lindsey may have found a way to stop him.”

“Oh, really,” Jonathan asked, “I’m sorry, son, but that’s not good enough.”

“I know you don’t agree,” Clark said sadly, “But taking responsibility means having faith to make the hard choices.”

“It also means being willing to accept the consequences,” Jonathan agreed.

“Every handshake, every hug, every time I’m on that field, I make a conscious decision to fall when those guys hit me so they don’t get hurt,” Clark said, almost yelling, “No matter how hard you try, you can’t understand that. It’s my decision to make, not yours! The responsibility is mine, and so are the consequences!”

Jonathan didn’t know what to say.

“You’re starting to sound more and more like your father,” he smiled softly.

“I hope so, dad,” Clark said with a small smile, before running off in the opposite direction.

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“I need you to keep watch,” Chloe told him before walking into the room, “While I set this jamming device up.”

Lindsey nodded, “Just hurry.”

“Will do,” she said, getting to work.

Lindsey stood outside the door with violet eyes blazing like a small furnace.

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Mikail was really going to trip Clark Kent up. He was about to give a command when a horrible sound assaulted his ears.

What the fuck is that?

He watched Clark make a pass.

“Trip.”

Nothing happened.

That terrible ringing noise filled his ears again.

Clark made another pass.

“Fumble.”

That noise again.

“Touch down,” a loud voice on the speaker yelled.

Mikail felt like crying. His powers were not working. His ears felt like they were bleeding.

What the hell was happening? Where the hell was that noise coming from?

He looked up at the loud speakers.

“That little bitch!”

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“Is it working,” Lindsey asked, turning around to look at her, only to cry out when something hard connected with the back of his head.

“Yes,” Mikail sneered, looking down at the beautiful man, and then back up at Chloe, “You little bitch.”

He walked over and ripped the cords, making her back up.

“Stop.”

She punched him the face, “Looks like someone’s been broken. Sucks when you have to play fair, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, well, in my country you do not survive if you cannot adapt to the unexpected,” he said, grabbing her by the front of her jacket, pushing her against the wall.

He was pissed. His lip was busted. He brought out the knife.

Chloe looked over at Lindsey who was lying on his face, out cold. This was bad.

Shit!

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A time out had been called and Clark was so happy. His team was winning. That meant that Lindsey and Chloe had been successful. Mikail’s power must be gone. The little coward must be hiding in a corner somewhere.

“Clark,” that stupid voice called, and it was the little coward.

“What are you doing here,” Clark asked, fighting real hard not to break him.

Mikail held up Chloe’s ID badge, and Clark’s emerald green eyes flashed.

“I also have your boyfriend,” Mikail smiled, “Here’s how the last play in my little game works.”

“What,” Clark asked, “I could snap your neck so fast no one would see it, and I’ll be all the way over there before you even look confused.”

Mikail smiled, “Right.”

Clark narrowed his eyes. He was so tempted to do it. It would be so easy.

“If the Crows score another touchdown,” Mikail said, “Your friends will die.”

Clark’s eyes were feeling really hot and he had to look down.

“If you don’t go back out on that field right now and lose this game,” he said, “They’re both dead.”

Mikail smiled, and walked away, leaving Clark to contemplate his few options.

“Kent,” Jason called, “Let’s go!”

Clark ran back out onto the field, and the game all came down to this last play.

Martha and Jonathan were looking worried, but hopeful.

“Blue 32,” Clark yelled, and then looked at the building to suddenly go into x-ray mode.

He saw Mikail holding Chloe up against the wall with a knife in hand. Lindsey was tied up in a chair with cords holding him in place. His head was lowered.

Clark hissed, “Set, hut!”

Clark took three steps back, and threw the ball. The clock was counting down as he went into super speed mode.

Time seemed to freeze for him as he raced across the field in a yellow and red blur. He raced down the hallway to the room where his friends were being held captive.

He knocked the blade out of Mikail’s hand, and shoved him back while breaking Chloe’s chains. He ran over to check on Lindsey before racing back out of the room, not seeing those smiling violet orbs.

He raced back to his position just in time to be knocked to the ground. He laughed in triumph.

Mikail flew across the room right smack into the wall with a thud. He fell to the floor like a broken doll.

Chloe just stood there looking amazed as hell, but quickly went to check on Lindsey who was moaning about how bad his head hurt.

Jonathan and Martha were screaming their heads off at the awesome win. They were so proud.

“Yeah,” Clark yelled as he was lifted up by his teammates. He had saved his friends, won the game, made his parents and teammates proud. He was happy.

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“I’m late,” Clark said, running into the kitchen looking at his watch, “Sorry.”

Martha looked at her husband, “Jonathan.”

“Clark,” he said, “Your mother and I know that Mikail was arrested.”

He looked back at Martha who was cleaning the table.

“Now,” he said, “I know you don’t remember me telling you this, but when I was on that field, all I had to worry about was completing the next pass, or whether or not I was going to get sacked.”

Clark smiled when his dad told him how proud they were of him.

“For everything,” Martha said, and grabbed Jonathan’s sleeve, “Come on. Night, Sweetheart.”

“Night,” Clark called only to turn when a knock came at the door, and Chloe came in, followed by Lindsey.

“I don’t know what it is, but no matter how many times I put you in the doghouse,” she said, “It never sticks. I hear you’re quite the hero tonight.”

“Clark Kent,” Lindsey smiled brightly, “Superman.”

“Right,” Clark blushed, “If it wasn’t for you two, we wouldn’t have won the game.”

“You can thank Uncle Sam,” Chloe smiled, “My Uncle Sam.”

Clark nodded. He had met Uncle Sam.

“It’s amazing the access a three star general has to cool toys,” she said.

“Yeah,” Lindsey said, “You n ever who when a jamming device for stealth fighting will be handy at a football game.”

“Because of that jamming device,” Clark said, “Mikail can’t control anyone anymore.”

“Cool,” Chloe said, “But what I don’t understand is how I was miraculously came unchained.”

Lindsey took a seat at the table, and Chloe jumped up to sit on the bar.

“I don’t understand how you got sucked into anything besides anonymous tips,” Clark said.

“Well,” Chloe said, “We all have our weaknesses, I guess. Well, except for you, Clark.”

Clark looked down at his feet to hide another blush coming on. He was really doing that a lot lately. Why couldn’t he take a compliment like a normal person? Oh, yeah! He wasn’t normal.

“Wrong,” Clark thought to himself, “I do have a weakness, and it’s not just the green stuff. It’s all the people I love.”

“Well,” Chloe said, jumping down, “I guess I’ll be going.”

She hugged Clark bye, and told Lindsey goodnight before leaving. Today had just been too weird. She walked past Lindsey’s car, and sat in hers.

Something was going on between Lindsey and Clark. The two of them have been hanging out a lot lately. There was also the looks they would give each other. Something was definitely up.

She put her car into gear and drove off.

Lindsey followed Clark out onto the porch where they both took a seat on the old wooden swing. Clark looked over at him to see that he had his head back with his eyes closed.

“Are you all right,” Clark asked, and Lindsey opened his eyes to nod.

“I barely felt it,” Lindsey said, and rubbed the back of his bandaged head to slightly cringe.

Clark quickly had his hands on his shoulders, turning him to him, “What is it?”

There was such worry and concern in those emerald depths. Lindsey smiled and poked Clark on the nose playfully, “Silly me.”

Clark saw him out cold, tied to that chair, with his head down. He had been so scared that Mikail had really hurt him.

Lindsey placed a creamy white hand against Clark’s rosy golden cheek and the contrast was startling, “I’m fine, Clark.”

Before Clark thought, he pulled Lindsey close, and put his arms gently around him. What if Mikail had hit him too hard? He didn’t know what he would have done if Lindsey had been killed. Why did he go to that stupid after game party? He should have been with him.

“Clark,” Lindsey asked, “Why are you shaking?”

“Cold,” Clark lied.

Lindsey placed his palms on Clark’s firm chest and pushes away gently.

“Then lets go inside where you can get warm,” he suggested, even though it had to be in the low eighties even now.

Clark shook his head, pulled him back, so he could rest his head on is shoulder, “I don’t to go in.”

“You’re scaring me, Clark,” Lindsey said, wanting to know why he was trembling, “What’s wrong?”

“You could’ve,” Clark tried to say, only for his voice to break, “You could’ve been really hurt…or worse…all because of me.”

Lindsey was horrified.

“No,” he said with wide violet eyes, “None of this is your fault.”

Clark gently placed a hand on the back of his bandaged head, “He could have killed you and Chloe.”

Lindsey was mortified when he saw those crystal clear tears falling from those luminous green orbs. They went against his religion. This was a mortal sin. Clark should never have to cry. A dark and terrible storm was brewing in the recesses of the God’s mind. There was fire, and lighting in those black clouds. Ice caps crumbled and the breaking of the ice was terrible to hear.

He leaned forward and kissed Clark tenderly on his soft petal red lips that were softer than silk.

Clark felt as though his mind just exploded like an atom bomb. Lindsey was kissing him and had his hands gripping his dark hair.

Lindsey gently pulled back and used his hand to wipe the tears away. He was going to turn them into diamonds and give them back to Clark as a present.

“I chose what I did because I care about you, Clark.”

Soft thunder was heard in the distance and Lindsey let out a small sigh. Would that megalomaniacal ass hole never leave him alone?

“I care about you to,” Clark said and then smiled, “A lot.”

Lindsey pressed a kiss against his cheek and moved to stand up, “I have to be going.”

Clark grabbed his hand faster than he meant to, but luckily Lindsey didn’t seem to notice, “I want…”

“What,” Lindsey asked, looking down at him with a tender gaze, “What you do want?”

Clark squeezed that pale hand gently and got up to stand eye level with him and whispered, “You.”

The God blinked and a smile spread across his beautiful face. It was the kind of smile that could set stars ablaze.

“Really,” he asked, “Do you really mean that?”

Clark stepped up so close that their noses were touching, “You make me feel…accepted.”

The thunder was louder this time but Lindsey ignored that bastard’s bellowing. He was finally getting what he so longed for. Clark may not remember him, but this was getting close. He wanted Clark to remember more than anything. The emotions were here so the memories were to. They were just buried deeper.

Clark rubbed his cheek against Lindsey’s like a cat would do, “Be my boyfriend?”

Lindsey fought not to laugh at the title. He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be Clark’s everything. But, this would do, for now.

“Yes,” Lindsey said, and then his gaze turned serious, “But on one condition.”

“What,” Clark asked, seeing deviousness in those violet orbs.

“I get to wear your jacket.”

Clark laughed.

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“I think you will find your accommodations more comfortable than county lockup,” Lex said to Mikail while waiting for the elevator.

“And where are you taking me,” he asked as the doors opened for them to get on.

“Don’t worry,” Lex said, sliding his card, giving his fingerprint, “You’re going to have lots of company.”

“I’m not worried,” Mikail said, “I feel I can learn from you. But I’m just sorry we can’t make good on our agreement.”

Lex smiled, “You understand the value of my winnings.”

“I told you,” Mikail said sadly, “I have lost my talent.”

“Mikail, if its one thing I’ve learned,” Lex said as the elevator kept rising, “It’s that anything lost can be found again.”

Those words made him think of Clark.

Mikail blinked, “If you knew I had a special talent, then why did you bet against me?”

“I didn’t,” Lex said, and Mikail swore he that the man’s voice could freeze water in summer, “I bet on Clark Kent.”

Mikail looked at him. He hated that boy. Clark Kent was an enigma to him. He sat he numbers 33.1 pop up on the elevator panel. What’s this?

The door opened and Mikail stepped out into bright lights.

“Like I said, “Lex smiled happily, “You’re not alone.”

Mikail nodded, and Lex led him to his quarters and showed him inside, “I’ll be back.”

Mikail nodded and Lex walked out with a big grin on his face. His collection of freaks just kept on growing.

Mikail walked over to took a seat on his new couch. This place was nice. It was better than home.

“Don’t get too comfortable, worm,” an icy hot voice hissed from the darkness in the corner.

He jumped up and spun around with eyes wide in terror, “You?”

“Me,” Loth said, shadows parting like great wings to clothe his glowing moon kissed body.

He stalked forward with the majesty of royalty.

Mikail’s eyes widened in fear when the man walked through the couch like a ghost could.

“How,” Mikail asked, backing up, “Who are you? What do you want?”

“God,” Loth said, “And I want you in pain for what you did to my Superman.”

“Who,” Mikail asked, looking at the closed door.

“Don’t even think about running,” Loth laughed, “I’ll have your spine wrapped around my arm like a bracelet before you even got a step.”

“Are you going to kill me,” Mikail asked in fear.

“No,” Loth giggled madly, and it was gloriously evil, “Worse.”

Mikail didn’t even get the chance to scream at the wonders and horrors that assaulted his mind. The laughter of a God is something terrible to behold.

Lex came back in ten minutes later to see Mikail lying in the floor, curled up in the fetal position.

“God, God, God, God, God, God.”

That was all he was muttering.

His eyes were wide open in terror, and tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes.

“God, God, God, God, God…”

The room looked untouched.

Lex checked the video. It only showed the poor fool going crazy.

Fuck!

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The next day at school, Clark ran into Lana in the hall.

“Where’s Jason,” he asked with a big grin, “I’ve been looking everywhere for him. I left him messages.”

“Yeah,” Lana said, sounding tired and upset as she put a book back in her locker, “I know.”

“I thought he’d want to know,” Clark said, “That Met U offered me a full scholarship.”

“That’s great, Clark,” Lana said, wiping her eyes.

“One of the scouts he called saw me in the game,” he continued, “I wanted to thank him for trusting me.”

“Too bad you couldn’t return the favor, huh,” Lana hissed, slamming the locker shut with a violent bang, “Jason was fired this morning.”

“What,” Clark asked, but she simply walked away.

What the heck? Why was she made at him?

He closed his eyes.

She thought he had told their secret?

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.