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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,414
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Seven
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 Seven
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
“Very good, Zak,” Ursula smiled, clapping her hands in wonder. “Your voice truly carries the sorrow of this timeless song.”
Zak nodded his head. “I’m happy that you enjoy listening to my foghorn.”
Kyle and Lyle, who were standing off to the side, looked at each other, snorting. They both froze when their mistress gave them a look that sent the early chill of winter down their spines.
“Your voice is the choir of sirens in the Sea King’s palace,” she told him, taking a step forward. “What is wrong, my angel of music?”
Zak rolled his eyes. Was he Christine what’s her face now? She so should have stayed with the Phantom. The Phantom loved her with all his heart and she ran off with the boy who had the pretty face. Oh, he hated her.
“I miss Clark ,” he said, walking to look out the window. “I’ve not seen him all month.”
Ursula pursed her violet painted lips. That blue eyed pest with the golden flesh was really beginning to irk her.
“Ah, my pet,” she soothed. “I’m sure Clerk understands that you are busy with song.”
“His name is Clark ,” Zak said, turning to look at her with angry eyes. “And I want to see him.”
Ursula put a finger to her bottom lip, tapping it. She could use a small break, using the time to go forth, promoting her Siren of the Seas.
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Without no seems nor needle work
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
Kyle nudged his twin, smiling. The boy had the voice that made angels in Heaven weep blood green tears of envy.
Zak turned away from the Sea Witch and looked down at the city once more. He wanted to see Clarky. He really, really missed him.
Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Where ne’re a drop of water e’re fell
And then he’ll be a true love of mine
It was as if the song he was singing to please his teacher was a magical enchantment. It was a magic spell, weaving itself like a spider’s web from his blood red lips to be carried on the winds.
He wanted it to fly to Clark . He wanted his voice to fold around him like the magical wings of a great butterfly, holding his friend tight.
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
He gazed up at the sky, feeling the power building up within his bones. There would be no clouds today. Oh, no. He wanted to see the color of Clark’s eyes.
He was the Lord of Water, or so he now called himself, and he began to will the clouds to dissipate. They were made of water droplets and he wanted them gone.
He put his hands to the clear glass, knees trembling. He wanted them gone.
Make them gone, now!
His eyes glowed like emerald stones, burning with power.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in bunch of heather
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
A smile crossed his snowy white face when the sun beamed through the glass on him. He had done it. The sky was so blue. It was like he could see Clark smiling at him.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
“Okay, okay,” Ursula said, holding up her hands in defeat. “You have sung me into allowing it, my siren.”
Zak spun away from the window in a blur of golden ringlets. “Really?”
She nodded. “What say your parents?”
Zak grinned. “I’ll call them.”
She nodded. “Kyle and Lyle shall take you home so you may pack your bags.”
Zak nodded. “I need to call Clark, too.”
“Oh,” she said, holding up a hand to stop him. “And do take your homework with you this time. I’m sure your home tutor would like to get paid for grading something.”
Zak pouted. “Okay.”
“DAWN!” She shrieked, doors banging open, chick in red racing in. “See that my little siren does this.”
“Right away, Miss,” Dawn said, leaning into Kyle. “What am I doing?”
Kyle shrugged. “How the hell should I know? I just stand here all day and look pretty.”
Lyle rolled his eyes. “You are to get young Zak his homework.”
“Ah,” Dawn nodded, racing back out in break neck heels from hell.
Clearly, Lyle was the twin who got the brains.
Zak practically bounced out of the room. He was a happy boy.
He couldn’t wait to surprise Clark. He would call and hope that Aunt Martha or Uncle Jonathan picked up. He wanted them to keep it a secret from Clark.
He tingled with excitement.
“Now,” Ursula said, closing her doors. “It is time to make money.”
It was time to hang her little star in the heavens and let him blind all who gazed at his brilliant radiance.
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Clark told Pete ‘bye’ and raced off the bus. He had so many chores to get done and then do all his homework, too. It was really beginning to pile up on him. He couldn’t help it. It was all just so boring.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Martha said, looking up from her magazine. “How was school today?”
“It was fun,” he lied as usual.
He hated it. Whitney Fordman was mean to him, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He would punch him and then his fist might go right through his stupid face.
He simply took all the mean jibes and walked on. It didn’t really matter.
He knew he could beat the crap out of the stupid blond. No offense, Zaky, wherever you are. He just chose not to do so. At least, that is what he told himself to make himself feel better.
“Your dad’s gone into town for some supplies,” she said, getting up from the kitchen table to check on her beef stew. “Would you like something to eat before you do your chores?”
Clark shook his head, pulling off his sneakers, putting his work boots on. He gave her a smile and walked to the door.
Martha called after him from the door. “There is a surprise for you in the loft.”
“Huh?” Clark asked in confusion, wondering why. “What is it?”
He was really starting to tower over her.
“Just go see,” she told him with a big smile. “I’m sure he will help you with your chores if you ask nicely.”
“He?” Clark asked, only for his blue eyes to widen in glee.
He took off running, leaving her to wave the dust away from her face. She shook her head and went back inside to stir the pot.
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Zak was sitting on the windowsill, looking out over the farm. It looked like a field of glittering gold in the bright sunlight.
He breathed in the clean scent of hay, smiling when he heard the loud sound of feet racing up the wooden steps.
He turned his head when silence fell, looking at Clark standing at the top of the stairs. He was smiling and looked really happy to see him. Wow, he had gotten taller and even more handsome over the weeks.
“Hi,” Clark said, gazing at the celestial figure residing in the dusty sunbeams. “I missed you.”
Zak stood up, sunlight bathing him in a halo, and walked over to stand a foot away from him. “I missed you, too.”
Clark nodded, suddenly throwing his arms around him. He held the smaller teen tight.
Zak laughed. “Did you really miss me this much?”
Clark pulled away, blushing. His cheeks were burning a golden rose.
“You know I did,” Clark said, liking how good he smelled. “I always miss you when you’re not here giving me a hard time.”
Zak felt warmed by his words. Clark was so loving and caring.
“I was thinking about you today when I was in history,” Clark said. “It looks like wishes do come true when you really wish hard enough.”
Zak smiled. Had his magical spell reached Clark?
“I wished you’d be here when I got off the bus,” he said, wanting to touch his golden locks. “And here you are…like magic.”
Zak grinned. “I told you magic was real.”
Clark nodded, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a shiny quarter, putting it in the blondes palm.
“What’s this?” Zak asked, holding it up.
“That’s what we call a quarter, blonde,” he teased.
Zak playfully punched him. “I know what it is. Why are you giving it to me?”
“You won our bet,” Clark said.
“Bet?” Zak asked, holding the shiny coin in his palm.
“Yep,” Clark smiled. “Magic is real.”
Zak suddenly remembered and laughed, holding the coin to his heart. He would keep this piece of magic with him forever.
“Don’t you have chores to do?” Zak asked, seeing how close they were again.
Clark’s mouth was just a small hover away. It would be so easy to steal a second kiss. But, would he be able to afford its cost?
He was gay. There was no doubt about it now. He was homo for the farmboy. He wanted to roll in the hay with him.
The internet was correct. He was a homosexual. It was time to raise the rainbow flag and dance naked around its pole.
“But, I don’t wanna,” Clark whined, poking him on the nose. “I wanna hang out with you.”
“I’ll be here all week to hang out,” Zak smiled. “I’m home schooled, remember?”
Clark groaned, “Which isn’t fair at all.”
Suddenly, Clark’s blue eyes glowed with excitement. “All week?”
Zak nodded. “Yeppers.”
“Wow,” Clark said, looking at the coin in Zak’s hand. “Magic really is real.”
Clark ran off to do his chores, not allowing Zak to do anything. He was the guest. Guests were supposed to be lazy and eat all the food.
So, Zak just sat in the windowsill.
Magic was real. He could make water do whatever he wanted.
It was fun being in the bathtub, having water float around his head in different geometric shapes. Whenever he began to think about Clark, little water hearts would dance around his head.
He smiled.
He was in love with his farmboy.
He could hear Clark doing his chores and walked over to curl up on the sofa. He put his head on a pillow, closing his eyes.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
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Clark could hear the ethereal singing, but couldn’t really make out the words, as he put food for the cows into big buckets. It was super easy for him to carry. He could lift the riding lawnmower over his head.
He made certain that Zak could not see him and with a zap, sip, whoosh, and a stumble, he was all done. He wiped his hands off on his jeans, cringing at how mad that would make his mom.
He blew a loose curl of darkness out of his left eye and went to brush and saddle up his horse.
“Hey, Meteor,” he smiled at the solid white stallion, holding up the brush for those chocolate eyes to see. “I’ll brush you until you shine if you take Zak and me for a ride when I’m done.”
The horse snorted, nodding its head as if it understood him.
“Come on,” Clark said, leading him out of the stall.
Meteor snorted, as if to say, “Where’s my apple?”
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Zak was sound asleep on the sofa and Clark could not take his eyes off him. The blond looked just like one of Michelangelo’s angels.
He wanted Zak. He wanted to keep him forever. He loved him.
There was that feeling of warmth again. It spread out from his heart, straight to his groin.
He closed his eyes, taking comfort in the truth he now knew. He loved Zak, but, he was also ‘in’ love with Zak.
He was gay.
He had read about it, because he was confused about his feelings towards the blond. Well, now he knew.
Some thought that being gay was a sin, and others thought that it was normal.
Well, he didn’t know this god fellow anyway. And, if he tried to hurt his Zak, he’d throw the lawnmower at his face. He’d mow his burning bush over.
He knelt beside the sofa, gazing lovingly at Zak’s sleeping face. He gazed at those full red lips that looked like moist rose petals.
He touched his lips, remembering how soft they had been that day at the lake when he had breathed life back into him. He leaned his head over, just an inch away from them.
“Can I keep you?”
Long white lashes fluttered open and Zak blinked, seeing him. “Oh, are you done?”
Clark pulled his face away, acting like he just got there as Zak yawned.
“Did you just ask me something?” Zak asked, sitting up, stretching. “I was out of it.”
Clark smiled.
“I asked if you would like to go for a ride on Meteor,” he lied.
Zak’s jade green eyes lit up. “You bet. I love Meteor.”
“Come on,” Clark said, taking him by the hand. “Meteor’s been waiting to say howdy do for sometime, Sleeping Beauty.”
Zak laughed, blushing at the new title. He took notice of how big Clark’s hands had also gotten.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: “Can I keep you?” I got that from CASPER. It was the sweetest moment in the whole film. He is dancing with Kat, and then that sad music starts, and he just asks her if he can keep her. Oh, it makes my eyes water every time. I can’t wait for Halloween.
Also the song is called Scarborough Fair. I’m not really sure who owns the song, but, I have heard Sarah Brightman sing it. It is a very beautiful song, and it just suits my Zaky.
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 Seven
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
“Very good, Zak,” Ursula smiled, clapping her hands in wonder. “Your voice truly carries the sorrow of this timeless song.”
Zak nodded his head. “I’m happy that you enjoy listening to my foghorn.”
Kyle and Lyle, who were standing off to the side, looked at each other, snorting. They both froze when their mistress gave them a look that sent the early chill of winter down their spines.
“Your voice is the choir of sirens in the Sea King’s palace,” she told him, taking a step forward. “What is wrong, my angel of music?”
Zak rolled his eyes. Was he Christine what’s her face now? She so should have stayed with the Phantom. The Phantom loved her with all his heart and she ran off with the boy who had the pretty face. Oh, he hated her.
“I miss Clark ,” he said, walking to look out the window. “I’ve not seen him all month.”
Ursula pursed her violet painted lips. That blue eyed pest with the golden flesh was really beginning to irk her.
“Ah, my pet,” she soothed. “I’m sure Clerk understands that you are busy with song.”
“His name is Clark ,” Zak said, turning to look at her with angry eyes. “And I want to see him.”
Ursula put a finger to her bottom lip, tapping it. She could use a small break, using the time to go forth, promoting her Siren of the Seas.
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Without no seems nor needle work
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
Kyle nudged his twin, smiling. The boy had the voice that made angels in Heaven weep blood green tears of envy.
Zak turned away from the Sea Witch and looked down at the city once more. He wanted to see Clarky. He really, really missed him.
Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Where ne’re a drop of water e’re fell
And then he’ll be a true love of mine
It was as if the song he was singing to please his teacher was a magical enchantment. It was a magic spell, weaving itself like a spider’s web from his blood red lips to be carried on the winds.
He wanted it to fly to Clark . He wanted his voice to fold around him like the magical wings of a great butterfly, holding his friend tight.
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
He gazed up at the sky, feeling the power building up within his bones. There would be no clouds today. Oh, no. He wanted to see the color of Clark’s eyes.
He was the Lord of Water, or so he now called himself, and he began to will the clouds to dissipate. They were made of water droplets and he wanted them gone.
He put his hands to the clear glass, knees trembling. He wanted them gone.
Make them gone, now!
His eyes glowed like emerald stones, burning with power.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in bunch of heather
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
A smile crossed his snowy white face when the sun beamed through the glass on him. He had done it. The sky was so blue. It was like he could see Clark smiling at him.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
“Okay, okay,” Ursula said, holding up her hands in defeat. “You have sung me into allowing it, my siren.”
Zak spun away from the window in a blur of golden ringlets. “Really?”
She nodded. “What say your parents?”
Zak grinned. “I’ll call them.”
She nodded. “Kyle and Lyle shall take you home so you may pack your bags.”
Zak nodded. “I need to call Clark, too.”
“Oh,” she said, holding up a hand to stop him. “And do take your homework with you this time. I’m sure your home tutor would like to get paid for grading something.”
Zak pouted. “Okay.”
“DAWN!” She shrieked, doors banging open, chick in red racing in. “See that my little siren does this.”
“Right away, Miss,” Dawn said, leaning into Kyle. “What am I doing?”
Kyle shrugged. “How the hell should I know? I just stand here all day and look pretty.”
Lyle rolled his eyes. “You are to get young Zak his homework.”
“Ah,” Dawn nodded, racing back out in break neck heels from hell.
Clearly, Lyle was the twin who got the brains.
Zak practically bounced out of the room. He was a happy boy.
He couldn’t wait to surprise Clark. He would call and hope that Aunt Martha or Uncle Jonathan picked up. He wanted them to keep it a secret from Clark.
He tingled with excitement.
“Now,” Ursula said, closing her doors. “It is time to make money.”
It was time to hang her little star in the heavens and let him blind all who gazed at his brilliant radiance.
777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777
Clark told Pete ‘bye’ and raced off the bus. He had so many chores to get done and then do all his homework, too. It was really beginning to pile up on him. He couldn’t help it. It was all just so boring.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Martha said, looking up from her magazine. “How was school today?”
“It was fun,” he lied as usual.
He hated it. Whitney Fordman was mean to him, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He would punch him and then his fist might go right through his stupid face.
He simply took all the mean jibes and walked on. It didn’t really matter.
He knew he could beat the crap out of the stupid blond. No offense, Zaky, wherever you are. He just chose not to do so. At least, that is what he told himself to make himself feel better.
“Your dad’s gone into town for some supplies,” she said, getting up from the kitchen table to check on her beef stew. “Would you like something to eat before you do your chores?”
Clark shook his head, pulling off his sneakers, putting his work boots on. He gave her a smile and walked to the door.
Martha called after him from the door. “There is a surprise for you in the loft.”
“Huh?” Clark asked in confusion, wondering why. “What is it?”
He was really starting to tower over her.
“Just go see,” she told him with a big smile. “I’m sure he will help you with your chores if you ask nicely.”
“He?” Clark asked, only for his blue eyes to widen in glee.
He took off running, leaving her to wave the dust away from her face. She shook her head and went back inside to stir the pot.
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Zak was sitting on the windowsill, looking out over the farm. It looked like a field of glittering gold in the bright sunlight.
He breathed in the clean scent of hay, smiling when he heard the loud sound of feet racing up the wooden steps.
He turned his head when silence fell, looking at Clark standing at the top of the stairs. He was smiling and looked really happy to see him. Wow, he had gotten taller and even more handsome over the weeks.
“Hi,” Clark said, gazing at the celestial figure residing in the dusty sunbeams. “I missed you.”
Zak stood up, sunlight bathing him in a halo, and walked over to stand a foot away from him. “I missed you, too.”
Clark nodded, suddenly throwing his arms around him. He held the smaller teen tight.
Zak laughed. “Did you really miss me this much?”
Clark pulled away, blushing. His cheeks were burning a golden rose.
“You know I did,” Clark said, liking how good he smelled. “I always miss you when you’re not here giving me a hard time.”
Zak felt warmed by his words. Clark was so loving and caring.
“I was thinking about you today when I was in history,” Clark said. “It looks like wishes do come true when you really wish hard enough.”
Zak smiled. Had his magical spell reached Clark?
“I wished you’d be here when I got off the bus,” he said, wanting to touch his golden locks. “And here you are…like magic.”
Zak grinned. “I told you magic was real.”
Clark nodded, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a shiny quarter, putting it in the blondes palm.
“What’s this?” Zak asked, holding it up.
“That’s what we call a quarter, blonde,” he teased.
Zak playfully punched him. “I know what it is. Why are you giving it to me?”
“You won our bet,” Clark said.
“Bet?” Zak asked, holding the shiny coin in his palm.
“Yep,” Clark smiled. “Magic is real.”
Zak suddenly remembered and laughed, holding the coin to his heart. He would keep this piece of magic with him forever.
“Don’t you have chores to do?” Zak asked, seeing how close they were again.
Clark’s mouth was just a small hover away. It would be so easy to steal a second kiss. But, would he be able to afford its cost?
He was gay. There was no doubt about it now. He was homo for the farmboy. He wanted to roll in the hay with him.
The internet was correct. He was a homosexual. It was time to raise the rainbow flag and dance naked around its pole.
“But, I don’t wanna,” Clark whined, poking him on the nose. “I wanna hang out with you.”
“I’ll be here all week to hang out,” Zak smiled. “I’m home schooled, remember?”
Clark groaned, “Which isn’t fair at all.”
Suddenly, Clark’s blue eyes glowed with excitement. “All week?”
Zak nodded. “Yeppers.”
“Wow,” Clark said, looking at the coin in Zak’s hand. “Magic really is real.”
Clark ran off to do his chores, not allowing Zak to do anything. He was the guest. Guests were supposed to be lazy and eat all the food.
So, Zak just sat in the windowsill.
Magic was real. He could make water do whatever he wanted.
It was fun being in the bathtub, having water float around his head in different geometric shapes. Whenever he began to think about Clark, little water hearts would dance around his head.
He smiled.
He was in love with his farmboy.
He could hear Clark doing his chores and walked over to curl up on the sofa. He put his head on a pillow, closing his eyes.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he’ll be a true love of mine
7777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777
Clark could hear the ethereal singing, but couldn’t really make out the words, as he put food for the cows into big buckets. It was super easy for him to carry. He could lift the riding lawnmower over his head.
He made certain that Zak could not see him and with a zap, sip, whoosh, and a stumble, he was all done. He wiped his hands off on his jeans, cringing at how mad that would make his mom.
He blew a loose curl of darkness out of his left eye and went to brush and saddle up his horse.
“Hey, Meteor,” he smiled at the solid white stallion, holding up the brush for those chocolate eyes to see. “I’ll brush you until you shine if you take Zak and me for a ride when I’m done.”
The horse snorted, nodding its head as if it understood him.
“Come on,” Clark said, leading him out of the stall.
Meteor snorted, as if to say, “Where’s my apple?”
77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777
Zak was sound asleep on the sofa and Clark could not take his eyes off him. The blond looked just like one of Michelangelo’s angels.
He wanted Zak. He wanted to keep him forever. He loved him.
There was that feeling of warmth again. It spread out from his heart, straight to his groin.
He closed his eyes, taking comfort in the truth he now knew. He loved Zak, but, he was also ‘in’ love with Zak.
He was gay.
He had read about it, because he was confused about his feelings towards the blond. Well, now he knew.
Some thought that being gay was a sin, and others thought that it was normal.
Well, he didn’t know this god fellow anyway. And, if he tried to hurt his Zak, he’d throw the lawnmower at his face. He’d mow his burning bush over.
He knelt beside the sofa, gazing lovingly at Zak’s sleeping face. He gazed at those full red lips that looked like moist rose petals.
He touched his lips, remembering how soft they had been that day at the lake when he had breathed life back into him. He leaned his head over, just an inch away from them.
“Can I keep you?”
Long white lashes fluttered open and Zak blinked, seeing him. “Oh, are you done?”
Clark pulled his face away, acting like he just got there as Zak yawned.
“Did you just ask me something?” Zak asked, sitting up, stretching. “I was out of it.”
Clark smiled.
“I asked if you would like to go for a ride on Meteor,” he lied.
Zak’s jade green eyes lit up. “You bet. I love Meteor.”
“Come on,” Clark said, taking him by the hand. “Meteor’s been waiting to say howdy do for sometime, Sleeping Beauty.”
Zak laughed, blushing at the new title. He took notice of how big Clark’s hands had also gotten.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Note: “Can I keep you?” I got that from CASPER. It was the sweetest moment in the whole film. He is dancing with Kat, and then that sad music starts, and he just asks her if he can keep her. Oh, it makes my eyes water every time. I can’t wait for Halloween.
Also the song is called Scarborough Fair. I’m not really sure who owns the song, but, I have heard Sarah Brightman sing it. It is a very beautiful song, and it just suits my Zaky.