The Snow Queen

The Snow Queen

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or the Snow Queen.

Chapter Five

Lex was sitting at his desk when the double doors to his study suddenly opened. He looked up from his computer to see his father standing there with what looked to be pain written all over his face. He closed the screen to his laptop and sighed. What was it now? That was when he noticed that his dad was holding something in his hands. It looked very familiar.

“Lex,” Lionel said and his voice was very heavy, “I…I really don’t know how to tell you this, Son.”

Lex’s eyes narrowed to gray slits when he realized what it was his father was holding, “Tell me what, Dad?”

“Its Clark,” he said slowly walking towards the desk.

“His mother is dead,” Lex hissed, “Shouldn’t you leave him alone?”

“Lex,” Lionel said and Lex saw the tears in the older man’s eyes. His dad never cried. What the hell is happening?

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he sat the beautiful antique box on the desk, and the sound it made echoed in the silent room, “I’m so sorry.”

“What,” Lex asked seriously starting to get pissed.

“Clark,” he said and slowly turned his back to keep his son from seeing the tears fall, “He…he committed suicide, Son.”

A cold smile crossed those red lips and Lex ever so gracefully got to his feet, “What kind of sick joke is this? Do you think this funny?”

His dad’s shoulders were shaking. His dad’s shoulders never shook…unless he was pissed.

“He wrote a note,” Lionel said in a soft voice, “So much blood in the snow. They found his jacket in the water.”

“Blood,” Lex asked in a deathly calm voice that was bordering into scary, “Water?”

“Crater Lake,” Lionel whispered.

Lex looked down at the small treasure he had given Clark so long ago, “Get out.”

“Son,” Lionel said turning to face him and froze at the pain he saw.

“Get out,” Lex whispered and the look his father was giving him made something inside of him snap, “I said get the fuck out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!”

Lionel shook his head and swiftly left the room, closing the door to the crash behind him. He leaned back against the closed doors and listened to the breaking of glass and the screams clawing their way out his son’s throat. He could hear that poker beating and breaking everything in sight. He closed his eyes as he heard furniture being overturned and a thousand curses being screamed at everything that ever existed.

Lex fell to his knees bashing the poker against the ground as he screamed Clark’s name until he couldn’t scream anymore. So, he simply screamed it over and over in his head until he fell flat on his back. He just laid in the ruin of his study holding tightly to his jewelry box.

Lionel didn’t dare go back in. His son was now in a state of mind where he would more than likely kill anything that dared to move in his line of sight without permission. He took a deep breath to calm himself before he went to take care of the funeral arrangements. It was the least he could do for Martha…and, Kal-El.

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Bart was laying on Clark’s bed after the services. The white rose was laying next to his head on the pillow that still smelled of Clark…apple blossoms. His eyes were still red and swollen from the crying. He had lost another home and the only friend in the world that was like him.

“You can stay if you want to,” Clark had told him with those big cow eyes of his that were as bright as emeralds in sunlight.

“There is nothing for me here in Smallville,” he had said with a small smile.

“You have me.”

Fresh tears streamed from his eyes. Mrs. Kent and Clark had opened their home to him. He had felt so warm, so safe. Now, it was gone…just like the snow which melted in sunlight.

There had been so much blood in the snow. When he saw the lead box with the green rock missing , panic took over. He raced all over Crater Lake looking for any sign of him. That was when he found the jacket. It was the same jacket Clark had worn that day in the apartment he had charged on Mr. Kent’s credit card.

He kept telling himself that Clark was not dead. He would know if Clark was dead. He would feel it…like the day Clark had died from the gunshot wound in the chest.

He had been in Ireland when he suddenly felt the sharp pang in his heart. He had raced all the way back to Smallville across the vast ocean only to find Lex in Clark’s arms when a nuke had almost gone off. He had stayed hidden because he was afraid to show himself around Lex. Clark had died but he had been brought back…somehow.

He would know if Clark was dead. So, why was he crying? He was crying for Mrs. Kent. He was crying for Mr. Kent. He was crying for Clark’s pain. He was not crying for Clark, because Clark was not dead. He was out there somewhere.

He looked at the white rose to see that it still had yet to wilt. It was the oddest thing. It was still fresh and smelled just as sweet.

“Clark,” he whispered as the scent of rose and apple blossom lulled him back to sleep.

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Chloe could still hear Bart crying out in the barn loft. That was where she had found him. He had been curled up on the cold floor with Clark’s wet jacket in his arms and the empty lead box at his side. The instant she saw the empty box, her heart had almost stopped beating.

“No,” had been the only word to leave her mouth when she walked over to find that it was empty.

Bart had told her what he had found after she had calmed him down enough . She had instantly called the police. It had been ruled a suicide. Kid loses both parents in less than two weeks…kid kills self. But, there had been no body. Had Jor-El taken it? If only she knew where the key was.

Was Clark really dead?

Bart?

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Lana was standing at the window looking out at the farm from Clark’s Fortress of Solitude. So many happy and scary moments took place in this barn. Now they were nothing but memories that would slowly be erased by the cruel passage of time.

She closed her eyes and she could hear all the happy laughter and the screams that took place in this Fortress of Memories. She could hear the jokes, the yelling, the laughing, the screaming, the crying…everything.

Her farm boy really was gone. He had saved her life so many times and she had let him take his own. Why had she fallen asleep? She knew he had all the signs.

“Fuck,” she hissed and kicked the wall.

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Lois had her hair tied back and was in the porch swing listening to the wind play with the chimes. It was a sound that she had grown to love. She remembered the nights when her and Mrs. Kent or her and Clark would sit out here talking. She had let Clark think that he got on her nerves, but secretly, she loved listening and talking with him. He is…was…so smart. It was like he could see into people’s hearts and know just what to tell them.

She just hoped he knew that she really did like…loved him.

“Smallville,” she would scream, “Get your ass down here!”

“What would you do without me Smallville?”

She would never get to tease him again. That was when it hit her and the tears fell. He is…was such a great guy…person…human being. He had always been there for her. He had saved her life countless times.

She put her head down and wept for the only human being who could ever stand up to her and have any chance at coming out alive.

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Lex was standing on the dock where the police report had said Clark had thrown himself into the water after slitting his wrists. How did they know he had slit his wrists? He was so pissed.

It had now been almost two months and there was no sign of Clark’s…body. They had given up the search last week. He had given up two days ago. He had actually stopped. The only reason why he did was that his dad was terrified that he was going to have another psychotic break…then how would he find Clark?

If he had not caused the death of Clark’s dad, then maybe none of this would have happened. If he had only done what his mother had told him to do, he would be so happy with Clark, right now. He would give up his power, fortune, to have Clark back in his arms.

A dry sob escaped him as he dropped the lead box into the water, “Goodbye…Clark.”

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Clark slowly opened his eyes to be blinded by the intense light that he seemed to be bathed in. Everything around him was so white and crystal looking. He knew that it must be freezing where he was because of all the snow and icicles. Where was he?

He carefully sat up and looked at his wrists that were completely healed. That was when he noticed how icy pale his hands were. His nails even looked glassy, pearly.

His clothes had been changed. His pants were almost as white as the snow around him, as was his gossamer shirt.

He got to his bare feet and looked around the massive room he was in. It was so bright and icy. The light seemed to emanate from the cold depths of the ice. It was so beautiful.

He called out, “Hello?”

His voice echoed all around him and he did it again. He liked hearing the sound of his voice. It was deep…melodious…pretty.

“Hello?”

He began to look around and realized that the place he was in seemed to just go on forever and ever. How big was this place? What was this place? Where was he and how did he get here?

His memory was fuzzy and he realized that everything was a blank space. He blinked several times and spun around when he heard a hiss of silk across fresh fallen snow.

A Goddess stood before him in all her icy perfection. There was no other word to call her. She was perfect, flawless, beautiful, regal, and frightening all at the same time.

She was wearing an elaborate gown that looked to be made out of the very frost the decorated the ground. A cloak of radiant white feathers billowed around her willowy frame and her long snow white hair coiled and flowed like water around her shoulders. Her eyes were magical. They looked soft and serene one moment and violent as a storm the next.

Her skin was brilliant, radiant, like snow in full sunlight. Those lips were glistening like a red ruby that was soft and supple.

“I see that you’re awake,” she said in that frosty, hypnotic voice that got her whatever she desired if not by her looks alone.

“Where am I,” he asked as he watched her glide closer to him across the snow covered floor.

“My home,” she said with a cool smile, “I’m home for the Summer. My works done for the year.”

“Summer, year,” he asked trying to remember that which he could not, “How long have I been here?”

“My Snowflake,” she cooed so gently to him and was instantly before him, “You have been here since the day you were born. Don’t you remember?”

He looked down at his bare feet to see that they were white as the snow and his toenails were like mother of pearl. He cocked his head to the side. Why couldn’t he remember?

A cool hand caressed his cheek tenderly, lovingly, and an image of a young man flashed through his mind, “Bart?”

The Snow Queen hid her ferocious snarl that would have escaped upon hearing the name of her rival.

“Who,” she asked as she pulled him into an embrace, “No one by that name is here, my Snowflake.”

“I know him,” Clark said and suddenly asked with a lost look on his face, “Who are you? Who am I?”

“I’m the Snow Queen,” she said softly as she nibbled on his earlobe, “And you are mine.”

“Yours,” he asked in confusion and then random pictures seemed to filter through his mind, “You saved me?”

“I did,” she said, “I took all your pain away.”

“My pain,” he said and saw images of an older man and woman covered in red and not moving, “All I feel is confusion.”

“And that will soon end, my Snowflake,” she smiled and gazed into his brilliant emerald orbs that set his alabaster skin aglow, “For I have a purpose for you.”

“A purpose,” he asked as the memories seemed to fade away like fog in sunlight, “What purpose?”

“A small price,” she said leading him by the hand through her dominion, “For the gift I have given you, my prince.”

Her beauty was astounding and he wanted to do whatever her siren voice asked of him. She was nice and every gift…no matter how small or great…always came with a price. Where did that come from? Whose voice was that?

“This,” she said when they came to stop in front of what looked to be a very large silver frame with a mound of what looked to be glass shards beside it, “Was once the most beautiful mirror in the world.”

She turned around in a soft flutter of snow, “I’m sure a smart, clever, special little boy such as yourself can put it back together in no time.”

“Why,” Clark asked feeling bad that the question escaped his lips and quickly said, “You’re so beautiful. Why would you need a mirror?”

“It was a gift from a very ancient friend of mine,” she frowned and it was heartbreaking, “He would be so sad if he was to come visit and see that it is broken.”

Clark did not like seeing that frown on her radiant face and asked, “How did it break?”

“Clumsiness,” she said with a small smile, “Wont you try and fix it for me, Snowflake?”

Clark picked up a small piece of glass and looked at the huge silver frame that was as tall as he was, “I don’t know if I’m good at…puzzles.”

“You’re a clever boy,” she smiled brilliantly, “A special little boy.”

He beamed, “I can try.”

“Excellent,” she laughed and it was like silver bells, “You’ve made me so happy.”

He looked back at the puzzle before him, “Can I go outside?”

“You may do whatever you like, my little Snowflake,” she said turning away, “As long as you finish the mirror before the Winter Solstice.”

“I’ll try,” he smiled and got down on his knees to sift through the glass.

“Good,” she said and glided away.

Clark looked at the tiny shards between his fingers and frowned. What was the name of the young man he had seen smiling in his mind? Better yet, what was his name? Snowflake?

He laid the shards out and looked at himself, “Is my hair white?”

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Bart had been in a state of depression for the last two months. He did not want to leave his new friends behind so he was staying with Lois at the Talon. He would take orders, deliver them, and he would sleep on the sofa for a small rent fee. He was also a junior at the new Smallville High. It was a way to take his mind off things.

Chloe and Lana were back at university and he would run and see them all the time. That was where Lex Luthor lived now too. He had bought the Kent farm but told Chloe that he would never again set foot in Smallville and that he could not stand the thought of any other family living in the farmhouse. There was nothing keeping him in Smallville now.

Bart had to snarl. The man was a complete and total moron in his eyes. He knew that Lex loved Clark deeply but he still hurt Clark.

He had found Clark’s journal that he had hidden under his mattress. It had been a total accident, but once he had it in his hands, he had to read it. It was like having Clark with him again.

There was so much pain in his friends words and many of the entries were haunting. Lex had done some pretty terrible things and yet Clark had stuck by him. Lex was such an idiot. He had a great love and destroyed it by being an idiot. Bart hated him for destroying Clark.

One of the entries had been about him and it had made him smile as well as break his heart. Clark had really liked him. He read it over and over every day.

His name is Bart Allen and he is really funny. His wit is almost as fast as he is…almost. He saved my dad’s life and stole his credit card at the same time. Now, that’s talent right there. He wears these really cool clothes…which are probably stolen…but I know his heart is good. Deep down I feel like he is hiding something…like me…we all keep secrets for a reason.

At first I felt like strangling him because he reminded me so much of Chloe. He talks almost as fast as he runs, which is faster than me by the way. Did I mention he can run on water? Totally pulled a Jesus on me.

He’s so carefree and loves being different, special. I wish I could be more like him. Did I mention that I find him attractive? He is short, but taller than Chloe.

We went to some beach in Florida…Miami I think, and he found out I was gay. I was scared to death. The jerk tricked me into revealing it when he nonchalantly said, “He’s hot.”

Then he had to go and get mad at me. He stole Lex’s really expensive manuscript and then almost got Lex killed…and himself.

He opened the Kryptonite on me in the warehouse and would have left me to die…but…I knew he was a good person. The hidden tears said it all. He shut the box and fled like lightning.

Lex was okay, which is a good thing. I just wish he would do what I tell him. He never listens to me. He always thinks that he knows best and I’m really scared that I’m not going to be fast enough to save him one day. Now, if I was fast like Bart…I could sleep with both eyes closed with ear plugs in.

Bart said that my drawing sucks…I want to “Thwap” him…again. He looked so sad for what he did to me…and it made me so happy because I had been right. He is a good person with a really big heart. Maybe he will change his ways and really become my friend.

I wish that he would of stayed in Smallville. He said that he didn’t have anything here…so I told him he had me, which is the truth. He could have had my bed and I’d of taken the loft. If only I could of caught him. There is a deep sadness in him and I wished I could find out what it is. Maybe I’ll get faster. Now, if I could fly like Kal-El, I’d of swept him up off his feet and laughed in his face. Of course he would of whined and say I cheated but winning is winning…according to Lex.

Dad’s yelling for me to go feed the cows and speaking of which…Do I have cow eyes?

Bart snorted but it was a tear that fell from his eye instead of a laugh coming out of his mouth. He could just picture Clark laying on his stomach kicking his legs as he wrote this. He closed the journal and got to his feet. He needed some fresh air and decided to take a run.

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The view of Crater Lake from the ridge was a breathtaking site. It was so beautiful because the water looked like blue crystal in the sunlight. The chirping of birds could be heard in the trees as he walked along the edge.

Find me here
Speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That’s leading me
To the place where I find peace

He kept thinking about Clark. He could not take his mind off his friend. Those eyes…those beautiful eyes. They were so vibrant…radiant…a person could drown in those emerald pools.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose…you’re everything

Sadness swept through him like a cool wind through his shaggy brown hair. He stopped to look out over the lake once more and sighed as he leaned back against a small tree trunk.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Yeah

He looked down to see that the crystal blue water had to be thirty maybe even forty feet below him. A memory of Clark holding him, nuzzling his side came to mind. Clark had clung to him…Clark had…loved him.

He almost fell. He loved Clark. Had Clark known that? Why hadn’t he told Clark his true feelings? The feelings had been there all along. Clark was the first to ever see him for who he really is…and accepted him.

You calm the storms, and you give me rest
You hold me in your hands, you wont let me fall
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?

“Bart,” a light yet distorted airy voice whispered.

Bart looked up from the water below and looked around. There was nobody in sight. Where had that voice come from? He had not heard voices in years.

“Hello,” he called out and his voice echoed back to him.

“Clark needs you,” the voice whispered and it sounded feminine…only many.

“What,” Bart asked spinning around trying to find the source of the voice, “Where is he?”

“The water,” the voice said and it was slowly fading, “The water.”

“What,” he asked looking down, “What do you mean?”

“Pure love,” the voice whispered, “Pure sacrifice.”

He could see something in the water below and his big blue eyes widened, “Clark!”

“It is your choice to make,” the voice said, “Do you love him enough too…”

The voice cut off because Bart jumped off the cliff to the icy blue water below that mirrored his beautiful eyes perfectly in the light. He hit the water with a great splash that had water droplets glowing like diamonds. A warm giggle could be heard in the air. The choice had been made without so much as a thought.

Bart loved Clark.

Cause you’re all I want, you’re all I need
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want, you’re all I need
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want, you’re all I need
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want, you’re all I need, you’re everything, everything

TBC…

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