Knight Fantasy

Knight Fantasy
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville.
Summary: Clark’s now famous childhood friend returns to Smallville and his semi-normal existence is turned upside down. What’s an alien to do? This fiction will contain language, MM, and OC.

Chapter Six

Clark led Zak into the Talon, thankful that it was not all that crowded like it usually was. He looked around, trying to see if he could find where Chloe was sitting. It had been her car out front he almost hit had he not stepped on the brakes in time.

He spotted her, thankful that she had the table in the back. It was the only table in the whole place that had some privacy to it. You could see everyone from it, but, not everyone could see you. It was just the kind of table Zak needed.

“Hi, Clark,” Lana said, walking up with a pot full of coffee. “Who is your friend?”

Zak peeked around Clark’s broad shoulder, smiling with really white teeth. Someone had grown to be even prettier than he remembered. It was no wonder she did not know him. They had never been friends to start with. A friend would have recognized him easily.

“I’m Zak,” he said, holding out his hand. “Nice to see you again, Lana.”

Olive colored eyes blinked in some slight confusion.

Wow, what a beautiful man.

“I’m sorry,” she said, taking his hand, shaking it, noticing how soft, smooth, and cool it was. “But, have we met?”

“We went to school together,” he said, letting her warm hand go. “But, then I moved to Metropolis.”

Lana looked away from her reflection in his dark sunglasses to look at Clark. She suddenly felt as if she had been bitch slapped right between the eyes with a freezing hot frying pan.

“Zak Knight?” She suddenly asked, looking at her hand, feeling a little faint.

Zak nodded. “I really love what you’ve done to the old flower shop.”

The coffee pot in her hand started to shake a little.

“Would you excuse me for just a moment?” She asked, receiving a nod. “I need to go check on something I’ve forgotten to check on. I’ll be right back to take your orders.”

She turned and walked off to the back room.

“Should we run?” Clark asked, looking around nervously.

Zak shook his head, moving towards Chloe. Clark noticed how he seemed to walk with the gracefulness of a snake that slithered through water.

The blond moved towards Chloe who was glued to her computer screen. He reached out, to Clark’s horror, and closed the screen with a big smile on his beautiful face.

Chloe snarled, looking up at him with eyes that made hell look like it was on crack. Oh, the blond would have been dead had he been anybody other than himself.

She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. She was in the presence of a God, and had no offering to give. Oh, why, why was she so alone in this cold and cruel world?

“Hi,” she said, making sure some cleavage was showing in order to make Clark fume with rage over her audacity to do this to Zak. “I dreamt about you all night.”

Clark’s left eye twitched.

“Oh, really?” Zak asked in excitement, sitting down beside her. “Tell me about it.”

Clark literally looked like he was about to shit a brick and throw it at her head.

“Well,” Chloe smiled, twirling a strand of his curly golden hair around her index finger. “You were touching me in such naughty places.”

“AH!” Clark yelled, pretending that the coffee Lana was spilling on his leg was burning the hell out of him. But, it was a yell of anger and frustration at what Chloe was doing to Zak.

“I am so sorry,” Lana said, running off to get something.

Zak looked at him with concerned green eyes. “Are you all right?”

Clark nodded, pretending to nurse his fake wound.

Chloe snickered to herself. Oh, this was fun.

“What are you working on, Chloe?” Clark asked. His blue eyes were flashing with lightning.

“Oh, you know,” she said, poking Zak on the nose. “I’m just working a little on this and a little on that.”

Clark’s nostrils flared in outrage. Only he could poke Zak in the nose like that.

“Here, Clark,” Lana said, handing him a cool washrag.

He took it with a faint smile and wondered why he even agreed to come here. Oh, that’s right. He could never refuse Zak anything.

He wiped his pant leg off and put the rag down on the table.

“What can I get for you?” Lana asked, feeling nervous about having a celebrity in the house, and Chloe fondling him like a sex toy. “It’s on the house.”

“No,” Clark said. “It’s on me.”

“Oh my god,” Chloe snorted, leaning across Zak’s lap. “Did Clark Kent just make a joke?”

Clark rolled his eyes. “I’ll just have some kind of juice, Lana.”

“Cranberry,” Lana asked. “Or apple?”

“Mixed,” Clark said, feeling like being a bitch.

Lana nodded, writing it down. “And what can I get for you, Mr. Knight.”

Zak turned from Clark and smiled. “I’ll have a coke.”

“Gotcha,” she said, looking at Chloe. “Do you need a refill, Miss Reporter?”

Chloe shook her head. “No, but, a doughnut would be nice, Lana.”

Lana nodded her pretty little head and glided off like a paper sack in the winds of chaos. She was so going to give those two a good talking to come later.

Zak turned back to look at Clark. “Are you sure you’re all right? I saw the steam off that coffee.”

Clark wanted to scream ‘no’ at the top of his lungs, and it had nothing to do with coffee. He couldn’t stand that fact that Chloe was hanging all over him. It was seriously pissing him off.

Could it be that goddamn flower has come back to cause trouble again? What was it called again? Nicodemus? Ah, hell.

“I’m fine,” he lied, giving him his best false smile.

Chloe saw right through it. The farmboy was jealous and mad as hell. He wanted to be the one hanging all over Zak, or have Zak hanging all over him.

Lana strolled back up, handed them their orders, and fought not to slap Clark over his stupid head. She had broken a nail while opening that damn apple juice.

“Thanks, Lana,” Zak said, sipping his coke through a blue straw.

She smiled. “Anything else I can get you?”

They shook their heads and she looked at Chloe. “I’ll be calling you later. I suggest you pick up.”

Chloe blinked. “Umm, okay, but, don’t we live together or something?”

“Oh, before I forget,” Lana said, handing Zak a cloth napkin, and a black magic marker. “Would you please sign this for me?”

Clark looked away and downed his juice. It tasted like sand in his mouth.

“Thank you,” Lana beamed, holding it close to her chest. “I’ll treasure it always.”

“Until she spills something on herself,” Chloe muttered to herself.

“What was that?” Lana asked in her deep pleasant voice that made Zak cock an almost white brow.

Chloe smiled like an angle of the lord. “I was composing a sonnet, describing how lovely Mr. Knight’s eyes are.”

“Oh?” Zak asked, squeezing her arm. “Do recite it for me.”

“I left something in the truck,” Clark said, getting to his feet, walking by Lana with an expression of hurt on his face.

He was so mad and it was stupid. There was no way he could throw himself at Zak like that. He was a guy. It would look retarded and dumb. They would all just laugh at him and then scorn him. As if being an alien wasn’t enough.

He had a thousand poems in his head, locked away in his heart that he would love to recite to Zak. All of them contained his love and his spirit. Did aliens even have spirits?

He was such an idiot. Why hadn’t he told Zak his true feelings on that day? It could have changed everything.

Zak watched him leave through the door, all three jumping when it slammed. It sounded like he had almost broken it.

“Okay,” Zak said, feeling a little scorch of anger rising in his porcelain white cheeks. “What the fuck, Kent?”

“Wait,” Chloe said, grabbing his arm, pulling him down, whispering in his ear.

Lana felt lost in translation, and looked to see Chloe open up her laptop, pushing it to him.

What was happening?

Zak’s green eyes scanned the screen, widening more and more. He looked at Chloe, back to the screen, and then back to her again.

He got to his feet, excused himself, and raced for the door like a graceful nymph from Greek mythology.

“Okay,” Lana said, folding her arms across her chest. “What the hell is going on?”

Chloe smiled. “A Love Goddess doing her job, my dear.”

Lana blinked. “Huh?”

Chloe got to her feet, motioning with a finger for her to follow her.

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“Clark Kent!” Zak fumed in anger. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

Clark spun around with a look of horror written all over his handsome face. His horrible secret had been discovered. It was the end. He would never hear the end of it now.

Zak snatched the cigarette from his mouth, threw it down on the ground, smashing it under his heel. He looked up at him with burning green eyes.

“I’m so telling Aunt Martha,” he said, stepping closer, sniffing in distaste. “You smell like a damn ashtray.”

Clark backed up against the wall, hands up in defense, feeling trapped by those angry green gems. “I don’t really smoke.”

“And I don’t really sing either,” Zak hissed. “No wonder you were being such a little bitch in there. It’s been hours since your last fix, huh?”

Oh, but he knew better. Clark Kent was secretly in love with him. He had been for years.

Oh, he was so pissed! Why hadn’t Clark said anything? Hell, why hadn’t he just told him how he felt?

Because you were a pussy, Knight.

He felt like drowning the whole damn town in a flood. Oh, he had the power to do it, too. His powers had grown to amazing new heights over the years. Hell, it would be easy. All he needed to do was pull the water away and send it rushing at the dam with the force of a tsunami.

“I only smoke when I’m upset,” Clark told him, not telling him that it was harmless to him. He could smoke a billion packs in one day and his lungs would still be just as perfect as the day he hatched…or however he came to be.

“Right,” Zak said, pouncing on him like a rabid bunny.

“Hey!” Clark yelped, feeling those hands running all over his body, searching him, helpless to get away from those angry green eyes.

“Aha!” Zak yelled, holding the cigarette pack up in triumph. “I’ve found them!”

“Give those back,” Clark said, grabbing at them, missing in shock.

“Umm, no,” Zak said, throwing them down, stomping up and down on them in rage.

Clark just leaned back against the brick wall in defeat. He looked at the blond who was grinding what was left of the pack into the pavement with angry conviction.

“What will I have to do in order to keep you from telling my parents?” Clark asked, looking down at his feet, feeling like he was twelve again.

“I’m not going to tell them, Clarky,” Zak said, making sure the pack was dead with one more jump of doom. “But, you can tell me the truth.”

“What truth?” Clark asked, mourning his lost cancer sticks.

“What was that in there?” Zak asked, pointing at the wrong damn building.

“Nothing,” Clark lied, moving to leave, and Zak put a firm hand on his muscular chest, pushing him back against the wall with surprising strength that should have shocked him. But, it didn’t. Zak was a meteor freak after all.

“It sure looked like something,” Zak said. “Hell, I felt it scorch my split ends out.”

“You don’t have split ends,” Clark whispered. He would have noticed. Zak’s hair was always flawless.

“I bet if you could shoot fire from your eyes, Chloe would be a big pile of ashes,” Zak said, noticing how Clark flinched.

He put his hands on either side of the bigger teen, looking into his blue eyes. “Tell me.”

Clark shook his head.

“Tell me!” Zak yelled.

“I can’t!” Clark yelled back. His voice was like thunder.

He pushed Zak out of his way with ease that shocked the hell out of the singer.

“I can’t do anything.”

Zak stumbled back against the dumpster, holding onto it. “I love you.”

Clark looked over at him, smiling. “I love you, too.”

He then ran the hell away.

“No!” Zak yelled, but he had already disappeared around the corner.

Clark ran. He knew that Zak loved him. But, it wasn’t the love he wanted. He wanted the kind of love where Zak was in his arms all the time. He wanted the kind of love where he didn’t have to be afraid to kiss Zak. He wanted Zak all to himself and would smash anybody who dared to come between them.

He shook his head. He was an idiot.

It started to sprinkle rain. It fell onto a soft white hand.

Zak looked up at the starless sky with wet, glowing, jade green jewels. Lightning split the clouds and the rain began to fall like a monsoon. The tears fell and it only rained harder as he stumbled to his feet.

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“Men,” Chloe hissed like an evil curse, shaking the rain from her hair in the Talon kitchen. “They are the most stupid of creatures on this whole damn planet.”

Lana just stood there with water running down the shocked expression on her shocked face. She didn’t even have the brain function to blink when the water ran into her eyes. A circuit must have fried somewhere in her head.

“I uh, I uh, I uh, I uh,” Lana repeated, smacking herself in the head. “I need a drink.”

“Oh, don’t be so shocked like that,” Chloe said, running to fix her friend a nice glass of cold water. “We knew Clark was different.”

“I uh, I uh, I uh, I uh,” Lana said, hitting herself again. “I didn’t know he was a smoker.”

Chloe snorted. “Well, that came as a surprise to me, too.”

“But, gay?” Lana asked, quickly gulping down the water Chloe handed her.

She drank it down to the last drop and threw the glass over her shoulder. It hit the floor, shattering to pieces.

“Oh, no she didn’t,” Chloe thought in amusement.

“I think I need to sit down,” Lana said.

“You are,” Chloe told her.

“Oh,” Lana said, looking up at her. “Gay?”

“Yes, honey-pot,” Chloe said, taking a hand, gently patting it. “It means two boys love each other a whole lot. And one loves the other so much, he is willing to take it up the…”

Lana put her free hand over her mouth. “I know what it means.”

Chloe backed up, laughing.

“Hey!” A loud voice yelled from out front. “Can I get some food? I’m starving out here!”

“He’s going to get Lana Lang’s special,” she gritted, getting to her feet. “Spit in his foam and a booger in his pie.”

“You go and serve the foolish men,” Chloe said. “While I concoct an evil scheme to help our Clarkbar.”

Lana nodded, exiting the kitchen with a boiling hot pot of coffee in hand. She looked about as deadly as a spitting cobra.

Chloe giggled.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.