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. Read and enjoy!

Chapter Two

Clark was standing in the barn loft looking over some items that his “mother” was showing to him. No matter how hard he tried he could not remember doing these things or being this person.

He held the photo of him with two girls who his “mother” said were Chloe and Lana. Lana looked beautiful in the photograph but it was a fragile beauty compared to how strong and self assured the pretty blonde looked.

He carefully sat the photo down and saw another one of him with a man and asked, “Who is he?”

“This,” Martha said picking it up with a smile and gently touched the smiling face of her husband, “Is your dad.”

“I don’t…remember,” Clark said taking it from her very carefully in hopes that by just touching it he would remember some small something, “Any of this.”

“Its okay,” Martha said with a hopeful smile, “It will come back to you in time don’t try to force it sweetheart.”

“How do you know,” he asked looking up from the smiling man in the photo who had his arm around his former self to look at her with intense searching green eyes, “What if I never remember who you say I am?”

“Baby,” Martha said reaching up to take his face between her warm soft hands, “You are you no matter what.”

“What am I,” he suddenly asked totally pulling a 180 on her.

“You’re my son,” she said lovingly, “Who I love more than life itself.”

“No,” he said shaking his head which mussed his hair and dropped the photo which shattered on the floor looking at his hands, “What am I?”

“You’re special,” she said softly and took those unknowing hands in her own, “More special than any word can ever describe.”

“I picked that Lois up like she were made out of air,” he said and quickly took his hands from hers terribly afraid all of a sudden that he might accidentally hurt her, “I’m not like you.”

“No,” she said looking at him and saw the pain in those emerald orbs, “You’re so much more.”

She moved to hold him and he took a step back, “No,” he said holding out his hands to stop her from getting any closer with real fear on his face, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Sweetheart,” Martha gently cooed but dropped her hands at her side so she would not spook him, “Let’s sit on the sofa.”

“Why,” he looked at her with a little suspicion and hesitation. He reminded her of a deer.

“So you can rest,” she said walking over and took a seat and held her arms out to him, “Come lay your head in my lap sweetheart.”

He stood there looking at those warm open arms with a mixture of longing and fear. He wanted his “mother” to hold him but he was afraid of his inhuman strength. She was so warm and bright and he did not want to accidentally hurt her in any way.

He looked down at the shattered photo and back up at her waiting arms whispering, “I’m afraid.”

It was said so soft she had barely caught it and she saw the tears in his eyes. Those two words were filled with such fear and pain. Her baby had no idea who he was or what anything was for that matter. The tractor that was going down the road earlier had scared him so badly that he refused to get out of the truck.

“Clark,” she said with a little more strength added to her kind and gentle tone, “Come lay your head in my lap.”

He was shaking and it broke her heart. He was truly afraid he might hurt her. Slowly he began walking towards her and turned around to sit on the other end of the sofa.

The two of them sat just like that for a moment and he ever so gently laid his head down in her lap curling up on his side like a small child. He held his breath and let it out slowly when he felt soft fingers running through his long dark hair. He laid like that in complete silence until he felt comfortable enough to close his eyes.

“I use to do this all the time,” Martha told him gently as she smiled at how soft and unbreakable his hair was. The only instrument on this earth that could cut those locks would have to be a pair of scissors made from green kryptonite.

Clark smiled and then opened his eyes when she asked in a small voice, “Where were you, sweetheart?”

“I,” Clark whispered trying to remember only to find blank space, “I don’t remember?”

“Any thoughts,” she asked hoping for something, “Any feelings?”

He just lay there for a few minutes thinking and silent tears welled up in his luminous eyes, “I was warm and felt…loved,” he said in a shaky voice trying so hard to remember, “It felt like this.”

Martha did not know whether to be happy that her baby had been safe and happy or to be as angry as an exploding volcano at the ones who tried to replace her and Jonathan. Clark was their son and no on, not even Jor-El was going to ever change that.

“I’m glad that you felt happiness,” Martha whispered as she bent her head down to place a warm kiss on a smooth golden cheek.

Clark smiled and closed his eyes as him mom continued to play with his hair. He was about to ask her something when a horrible noise filled his ears.

He was on his feet in an instant only to fall to his knees crying out in agony. It was as if his brain had fire coursing through it and his ears felt like they were bleeding something terrible.

“Clark,” Martha shouted in concern getting to her feet in an instant, “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” he cried punching his ears trying his best to make it stop, “Mom!”

“Baby,” she cried only to freeze when she saw the red in his eyes. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

He blinked once and slowly stood up looking down at her with red filled eyes smiling evilly, “Martha Kent.”

“Clark,” she asked taking a step towards him.

His handsome face twisted into a horrible sneer, “My name is Kal-El.”

Her breath caught in her throat, “No.”

“Its time to fulfill my destiny,” he said looking around the loft in disgust.

“Destiny,” Martha asked following him down the steps and out into the morning sunlight, “What destiny?”

He stopped and turned to look at her with contempt in his glowing red eyes, “The destiny you and that dead man have delayed for long enough.”

“That’s Jor-El talking,” Martha shouted and ran at him and began to punch and slap his chest with all her might, “I want my son back! I want my son back!”

“Enough,” Kal-El snapped like red hot lightning splitting a tree right down the middle grabbing her wrists, “I’ve had enough of you!”

Tears filled her eyes and suddenly time seemed to slow down to a crawl as he looked up at the clear blue sky. He shoved her to the side and took to the air as if he had grown wings.

Martha’s hair was blowing wildly around her face from the force of his takeoff as she looked up to see him vanish into the sunlight. The tears fell from her eyes as she screamed, “Clark!”

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Lana Lang could not help but laugh as she watched her obviously way too loud for his own good friend Jason Teague being chased from the cathedral by a hissing nun whose black robes swished and snapped around her angrily. She just rolled her olive green eyes and looked down at the resting place of her ancestor Countess Marguerite Isobel Theroux. Apparently she was once a kick ass warrior princess who did whatever the hell she pleased.

“Sounds like my kind of girl,” Lana said with a smile because she to was now doing whatever the hell she pleased without having anyone or anything to hold her back.

She knelt down and pulled out the tracing paper from its canister and laid it flat on the image of Isobel. She then used her stick of charcoal to trace over the paper. It was scary at how much the image of Isobel looked almost exactly like her.

Suddenly a strange symbol caught her eyes and her head was thrown back. A golden white light filled her very being causing her hair to blow madly around her lovely face. Violet fire filled her olive green orbs and the nun’s watched this in rapture. The Dark Countess was amongst them once more.

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Kal-El was soaring through the clouds with the wind blowing through his hair. He had never felt so free in all his life on this pathetic planet. He was flying and it was time to fulfill the will of his father. A dark smile crossed his deliciously sinful face as he spotted the jet.

He flew forward like a bullet fired from a gun and grabbed a hold of the plane’s outer door ripping it off the hinges as if it were made of tinfoil. He jumped inside and looked around with glowing green eyes filled with red fire.

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Lex cried out when he felt the plane hit some kind of turbulence once more and the doctor screamed when everything began to fly around. Lex reached for the stone only for it to glow with a hot white fire and float up into the air. He watched it spin around madly and take off through the wall as if the wall was made of paper.

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Kal-El caught the stone in a closed fist and smiled as he flew back out the door into the wide blew sky that was all his.

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All Lex saw through the hole left by the stone was a very fast moving shadow. He had the stone of power only talked about in legend and he had lost the stone of power only talked about in legend in only five minutes. He was so fucking pissed!

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Martha was sitting in the loft holding the broken picture frame looking at her husband and son smiling back at her. She could not believe it but it was true because she had seen it with her own eyes. Her baby could fly now.

“I’m afraid you won’t find the answer you’re looking for in here,” a voice said from behind her and she turned to see a woman in a black dress suit smiling at her even though her eyes looked sad.

“Who’re you,” Martha asked getting into a defensive position that she had perfected over the years.

“My name is Bridget Crosby,” the woman said walking up the steps, “I work for Dr. Swan.”

“Why are you here,” she asked getting a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m here about your son, Kal-El,” she said.

Martha’s nostrils flared angrily, “He promised he wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“He kept that promise,” Bridget said raising her hands in a placating gesture to calm her, “We mean you and your son no harm Mrs. Kent.”

“You should leave,” Martha said turning her back to her.

“I know how you feel,” Bridget said only to be cut off.

“Do you,” Martha whirled around screaming while holding the picture of her family close to her heart, “Do you know what it feels like to be powerless to help your son who took to the sky like a bird hell bent on fulfilling his destiny that his tyrant father has set into motion?”

Bridget closed her eyes and dropped her hands to her side, “You’re right,” she whispered, “I don’t know what it feels like. But I do know what it feels like to lose someone you love with all your heart.”

“You mean,” Martha asked wiping the away the tears, “You and Dr. Swan?”

“Yes,” she said with a sad smile, “In another lifetime.”

“I’m sorry,” Martha said feeling bad about snapping her head off like an angry dragon.

“I can help you Mrs. Kent,” she said looking at her intently, “I can help you get your son back.”

“How,” Martha asked looking into those deep sad eyes that looked as though they had witnessed too much pain for one lifetime, “He’s too powerful.”

“The only challenge to a father’s will,” Bridget said walking up and took Martha’s hands in her own, “Is a mother’s love.”

“What do I have to do,” Martha asked and Bridget smiled brightly.

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Kal-El placed the stone of power in its rightful place on the alien altar and smiled for it was good.

“One down,” he chuckled as he turned and walked out with the wall closing behind him, “Two more to go.”

He strolled around the corner to suddenly stop when he saw his “mother” step out of the shadows, “Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on people like that mom?”

“Sorry,” she said with an apologetic smile, “I didn’t mean to frighten you sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t frightened,” he sneered and it reminded her of the way he was when he had once been afraid of the dark. He had refused to go to bed of a night unless his nightlight was turned on.

“Of course you weren’t sweetheart,” Martha said with a smile and held out her hand, “Let’s go home.”

“What,” Kal-El asked just looking at her as if she had lost her damned mind, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Watch your mouth,” Martha snapped knowing he did not learn such language from her. Jonathan was going to get a serious talking to when he wakes up.

“Or you’ll what,” he asked rolling his eyes only to suddenly feel weird. It was not the sick or painful feeling he got when he was exposed to the green kryptonite. This was something different and he did not like it.

“This,” she said holding out a black rock and he looked at it in confusion to suddenly cry out from the feeling as though he were being torn in two.

Martha watched in horror as her baby was split into two fighting with the other. She could hear her son crying out for her to help only for Kal-El to grab him by the throat with his eyes glowing red with wrath, “Humanity has made you weak!”

Clark grabbed his wrist but Kal was the stronger, “Mom!”

She threw the rock to him and Clark quickly grabbed it and punched it into Kal’s chest. Kal just looked at him with a “Well I’ll be damned” expression and cried out before he vanished back into one being for Jonathan Kent to suddenly sit up in his hospital bed in total confusion.

Martha saw her son fall flat on his back and just lay there sprawled on the leaf covered floor. She crawled to him and pulled him up into her lap holding him tightly, “Baby?”

“Where am I,” he asked in a sleepy voice looking up at her with lost green eyes, “Why aren’t we on the couch?”

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“Hello dad,” Lex said with a false pleasant smile that basically read that he was going to rip his father’s fucking head off and piss down his wrinkled neck, “Orange looks good on you.”

“Hello son,” Lionel said with gusto as he lifted his weights, “How’s the business?”

“How did you do it,” Lex asked while looming like a great pale cloud about to turn dark at any given moment to let loose with thunder and lightning.

“How did I do what,” Lionel asked in confusion, “Son?”

“Don’t,” Lex snapped and gripped the bars wishing he could bend them like cheese so he could slap the old man silly, “Play games with me!”

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Lionel said now getting upset that his son had made him lose count on his sets. Now he was going to have to start all over again. Damn!

Lex went on to explain what had happened and a few more snaps and temper losses later, “How did you do it?”

“I asked the guard to let me out,” Lionel said shaking with laughter, “And flew up into the sky Lex with a red cape and everything to take your stone.”

Lex cocked an eyebrow and Lionel turned serious, “I’m in jail,” he said pointing to the pretty black bars, “Where you so graciously put me, son.”

“You killed Chloe and poisoned me,” Lex said with an angry glare that held hellfire, “I shouldn’t even be alive right now.”

“You’re strong,” Lionel said with a pleased smile, “Just the way I raised you.”

Lex narrowed his eyes because he was getting now here with the rotten bastard and it hurt to hear his own father admit to trying to kill him. He turned to leave but not without saying with an evil smirk that rivaled Lionel’s own, “You shouldn’t wound what you can’t kill dad.”

Lionel watched his son leave and then frowned. The stones were real and he was trapped in here no thanks to that spoiled little brat.

“I should have gotten him that pony,” Lionel said with a shake of his head and went back to his bench presses.

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Martha took Clark with her to the hospital when she heard her husband’s voice on the answering machine. Clark still did not have his memories back or anything but she had her family back together again. Kal-El had been able to fly but her Clark was still earthbound. Was there no limit to her son’s extraordinary powers?

Jonathan was so happy to see the both of them but Martha explained to him why Clark looked and seemed so distant from them. He looked at his son and held out his hand for Clark to hesitantly take only for green eyes to widen in fright when he was pulled into a warm embrace. This was going to take some serious getting use to for all three of them but Martha was a very patient mother.

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The chamber was illuminated with the light of many candles. There was a circular altar in the center of the room with the top carved completely out of deep purple amethyst.

A beautiful woman was kneeling before it with a deep violet cloak around her slender frame with a hood pulled over her head. She was chanting in a language older than antiquity that had been lost in the sands of time.

“Loth,” she spoke in English, “Hear my prayer and answer it.”

“You have some nerve,” a cool voice hissed like deep shadows, “To command me to do your bidding slave!”

The woman looked up to see a luminous being sitting on the altar completely naked. His eyes were glowing with a bright violet fire and his skin was like a silver moon. Long lashes accented his perfect eyes and his long dark hair flowed around his strong frame like water. Those lips were a deep glowing red that were moist and looked to be as supple as rose petals.

Glamour was easy magic for him to pull off on this pathetic mortal creature that he would probably crush sooner of later depending on his mood. He really was debating whether or not to just snap her neck and move on right then and there.

“Loth,” she asked in deep reverence, “Is it really you Great One?”

“Very good,” he said clapping his hands in sarcastic glee, “Now finger your self for my divine pleasure worm.”

“As my God commands,” she said slowly lifting up her gown for Loth to roll his lovely violet orbs.

“That was sarcasm,” he said jumping down to look around the dump that was not befitting to His Most Everything’s worship.

She quickly stopped what she was doing and hid her anger deep under her hood as well as the blush that had formed for being so stupid. This was not going well, not well at all.

“Forgive me my Lord,” she said bowing her head so that her forehead was touching the cool black marble floor.

“Whatever,” he said with his mind on other more important things and strutted past her, “Come Genevieve, we need to upgrade to my level.”

Genevieve Teague got to her feet and followed the Deity into the shadows. She was terrified and thrilled at the same time. Her God had appeared before her in the flesh. Isobel was so going down this time.

“My Lord,” she asked in slight confusion.

“Yes worm,” he asked not bothering to look at her.

“Where are we going,” she asked while watching his hair flow like the ever moving shadows.

“We are going to find my heart,” he said simply, “And you’re going to do whatever the fuck it takes to see that I do.”

“As my God commands,” she said with a humble bow to His most Luminescent One.

“I do,” he snapped and that was that.

TBC…

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