Believing is Seeing

Believing Is Seeing

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or the Voyage of the Unicorn.

Summary: Sometimes believing is all one needs in order to see the impossible. This fiction will contain male/male parings and it will contain some very strong language here and there as well. I hope you all enjoy.

Note: My friend accidentally already posted this story yesterday and it was the wrong version. It was the rough draft version. So, I apologize to those who have already read it, but please read it again.

Prologue

Maeve, Queen of the Faeries, is beautiful as she is powerful. Her skin is the very color of the aquamarine and just as smooth and flawless. Her eyes are like that of molten amethysts and her hair is as blue as moonlight on water. Her voice can be as soft as a cool summer’s breeze or as terrible as a deadly hurricane over a turbulent ocean.

She stood before a great mirror that reflected her beauty perfectly. But, it was not herself she was looking at. She was looking at what was going on all around her in the glossy surface. The sight she beheld brought crystal moonlit tears to her molten jeweled eyes.

The world that she knows and loves is falling down all around her pointy ears. Everything was being destroyed and darkness was devouring everything in its path. Light and Love seemed to flicker and then they were swallowed up completely by those monstrous gaping jaws. Pain stabbed at her heart and she trembled.

A sudden weight was on her right shoulder and she turned her head to see that a powerful lime green hand rested there. She looked up into the handsome face of her consort, Jack, King of the Green.

“What is it that you see,” he asked in an ancient voice that was as tough as tree bark.

“The gaping jaws of darkness,” she whispered but all heard, “It comes to extinguish all that we have come to love and treasure.”

Jack’s molten rose red eyes narrowed in worry, “What of the mortal world?”

“Covered in endless hate and violence,” she said and turned back to the mirror, “We don’t have much time.”

“Sage,” Jack bellowed and his voice was like that of bending and snapping tree limbs in a harsh wind, “Speak unto all that would hear the thousand year old prophecy.”

A creature that looked to be a cross between a toad and a turtle rose up out of a golden spring. It’s skin and the very shell on its back was like that of the gold it slept in and his voice was as deep as the water ran.

“And they shall come unto us, a man from the stars and two maidens who are of light and dark. Through their heroic actions, heroes enslaved shall be set free and they will put an end to evil. You shall know them by these signs, a ship, a shovel, and hearts filled with an undying light.”

“Attend unto me,” Queen Maeve called out and faeries danced through the air to her call, “Send for the master dwarf and the elf.”

“They shall bring us the ones we seek,” King Jack said as well.

“Now hurry,” the queen cooed, “Before the trolls get wind.”

The faeries were gone in a trail of sparkling dust that glittered like diamonds in the air.

“Have faith my husband,” Maeve said.

He looked back at the great stone in which the prophecy had been carved into and nodded before vanishing into the Green.

“Fear not,” Queen Maeve called out to all in the court, “The ones of which the prophecy speaks shall come to save us.”

Her voice echoed on magic throughout the entire isle of Faerie.

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“This is their fault,” Jordan Black yelled at the top of his lungs, “And they have to pay for their crime!”

“Jordan,” Clark said in a calm voice to his friend and held out his hand, “Come with me. I can help you.”

“I killed my family because of them, Clark,” he cried with flames dripping from his eyes which sat the clothes on his body ablaze.

“It was an accident,” Clark said trying to get closer without spooking him, “You were asleep.”

“I was dreaming of fire,” Jordan screamed and flames shot from his hands and Clark dodged them, “And I woke up in ash!”

“Please,” Clark called out, “Stop.”

“Luthorcorp has to burn,” Jordan roared like the flames he was standing in, “They took my life from me! They took everything, Clark!”

“Just let me help you,” Clark said.

“No,” Jason screamed in rage and flames engulfed Clark.

Tears of liquid fire just streamed from his eyes. He had just killed his only friend.

“No,” he cried and looked at his glowing hands, “Not again!”

Clark stirred and slowly got up on his knees, “Jordan.”

The young man’s glowing yellow eyes widened, “You’re not dead?”

Clark’s clothes had been scorched and were hanging off his soot covered skin, “Stop this, Jordan.”

Jordan’s bottom lip trembled, “Why do you not burn?”

“I’m special,” Clark said suddenly standing right in front of the stunned man and looked right into his glowing eyes, “Just like you.”

Jordan bit his bottom lip and reached out to touch Clark’s naked chest. His lava hot touch could do nothing to mar that golden flesh.

“I’ve killed people, Clark,” Jordan whispered like the dying flames, “How do I live with such guilt?”

That pain in those glowing yellow eyes burned into Clark’s soul. He blamed himself for the evil and the pain the meteor rocks cause. He has lost so many classmates and friends to the green darkness.

“You have me,” Clark said with a small smile, “I’ll be there to help you through it.”

The beautiful young man closed those sun yellow eyes and fell against Clark’s naked chest to look up at him with ice blue orbs as the gunshot echoed all around them. Clark looked up to see the scientist that was responsible for this happening to Jordan holding a smoking gun.

“Stupid boy,” Dr. Baker snarled angrily, “Stupid, stupid boy!”

Everything seemed to slow down for Clark when the next bullet was fired directly at him. He moved around his frozen friend that was against him, bitch slapped the bullet, and punched the good doctor square in the chest.

He turned back around to see the bullet wound in the lower section of Jordan’s naked back. There was so much blood. He even had it on his hands.

He grasped Jordan like he had been and everything slammed back into motion. The bullet went flying into an opposite wall just as the doctor connected with another wall. He was either dead or out cold.

Clark looked down to see a thin line of blood trickling from the left corner of Jordan’s mouth. He immediately lifted Jordan up into his arms.

“You’ll be there,’ Jordan smiled as if he could see something that he couldn’t and trembled as if suddenly cold, “Mommy?”

“Hang on,” Clark said and the two were gone in a whoosh.

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“Hi,” Chloe said walking up with a reserved look on her face, “How is he?”

“Coma,” Clark said with a sad frown and he looked absolutely exhausted.

Chloe frowned, “When’s the last time you’ve had any sleep, Clark?”

He shook his head, “Sleep?”

“Hey,” Lana said just getting off the elevator with some pretty flowers in hand, “I thought he might like these.”

“Pretty,” Clark said and looked back through the window doing his best not to fall asleep while standing up.

“When can you go in and see him,” Chloe asked.

“I can’t,” Clark said in a small voice, “I’m not family.”

“Why hello there,” Lana said stopping a nurse in her tracks, “These here are for the pyro.”

The nurse blinked, “Relation?”

“I’m the wicked stepsister,” she lied with a dark smile, “And these two are his friends and I must insist that they get to see him.”

The nurse looked flustered and just simply nodded, “Make it quick.”

Clark was too exhausted to mutter a replay and just walked on in leaving Chloe to gawk at Lana in his stead.

“What,” Lana asked with a wink as she walked on by the blonde.

“Nothing,” Chloe snorted and followed her into the low lit windowless room.

Clark took a seat next to the bed looking at the wires hooked up around Jordan’s head. They looked like coiling black snakes. They really were just monitoring everything. He looked so fragile just lying there. He looked as if he could shatter at the slightest touch of a careless hand.

“I’m surprised that you were able to find him,” Lana said as she arranged the flowers on the table in front of the bed so that when he woke up he could see that he had people who cared about him.

“I had help,” Clark said.

“I told him to follow the sound of fire alarms,” Chloe said trying to lighten the mood.

“Will he be all right here,” Lana asked turning from the flowers to look at them, “What if he sets this place on fire, too?”

Clark pointed up. At least twenty sprinklers covered the ceiling.

Chloe whistled, “I see they were prepared.”

“How,” Lana asked.

“Me,” Lex said from the door.

“Hi,” Clark said softly and put a hand over his mouth to stifle an annoying yawn.

“I’m glad to see that you’re all right, Clark,” Lex said as he looked the farmboy over and then their resident pyro who was lost in happier dreams, hopefully.

“What of Dr. Baker,” Chloe asked and scooted over so Lana could take a seat next to her.

“A broken neck and his ribs were shattered to pieces,” Lex said looking at her, “It was as if he had stepped in front of a mach truck.”

Clark paled. So, he had taken another life.

Both girls looked at Clark who was too lost in his thoughts to really notice them doing so.

“Clark,” Chloe asked.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Jordan was so angry.”

“I have arranged for him to be transferred to Belle Reeve as soon as possible, Clark,” Lex said as he took out his ringing cell.

Clark looked up, “I want visiting rights.”

He made a promise to be there and help him through this. His friend had lost everything he had ever loved.

Lex smiled, “I can do that.”

Clark smiled softly and Chloe said, “We’ll take you home, Spaceman.”

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Queen Maeve spun around in a whirlwind of flowing gossamer silk to look into her enchanted mirror. Her molten jeweled eyes glistened with sorrow and anguish at seeing such pain.

“The time has come,” the Queen of Faerie spoke, “They are the three in which we seek.”

“Are you certain,” the Green Man asked.

Maeve blinked her long dark lashes and horror darkened her flawless features, “The trolls have already opened a mystical gateway.”

She turned from her consort, “Tickle?”

“Yes, my queen,” the elf asked.

“Jolly,” she called.

“Present, my queen,” the dwarf answered.

“Where are your leaders,” she asked.

“Mine was drunk and raving about too many dishes,” Tickle said, “He was washing them and then throwing them out the open window.”

Maeve and Jack both looked at each other.

“And mine was too busy digging for buried treasure to really pay any attention to what the faeries were saying,” Jolly said, “So, here I am.”

“We don’t have time,” the queen said, “The two of you must go to the mortal world.”

“The mortal world,” they both squeaked in horror.

“You mean that magic deserted place,” Tickle asked in fear, “Where only a drop drips every now and then?”

“You must bring us these three,” she said with urgency, “And you must not fail.”

Tickle snorted, “No pressure there.”

King Jack narrowed his jeweled eyes.

“We will not fail,” Jolly said with a low bow which caused his hat to fall off.

“Go,” Queen Maeve said, “And may the Tides of Inspiration guide you swiftly.”

Jolly grabbed his hat and the two were gone with a pop.

Maeve rested her head against her consort’s powerful green chest that smelled of fresh rain and deep groves, “They are our only hope.”

Jack closed his eyes and put his earth shaking arms around her willowy frame, “We’re doomed.”

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Lionel was pissed the fuck off. He had his opera playing as loud as the damn sound system would allow. He must have had six drinks already.

Why is it that when you’re so close to winning everything swiftly starts going to hell in a hand basket that’s been presoaked in gasoline? It just did not make any sense to him whatsoever. In fact, he wanted to scream, so he did, and it was nice.

He helped himself to another drink as well. One can never have too many drinks. He should have fried his son’s brain like Lee’s did their chicken. The little booger was more trouble than he was worth…literally. The brat was costing him millions in property damages alone.

Where the fuck was he going to find another brilliant mind like Dr. Baker? The man had been a fucking genius. Now, he was deader than a doornail, and three labs destroyed. That unfaithful little pyro was going to have to pay for this.

“If he’s smart,” Lionel mused as he played with the liquor bottle, “He’ll stay locked in dreams forever.”

He turned around from his bar and narrowed his blurry eyes. Had he left that goddamn window open again?

He walked over and shut it with a bang. Why in the hell would he leave a window open? It was rather chilly out.

He turned from the window and froze when he saw three individuals in hooded cloaks standing before his desk.

“Who are you,” Lionel demanded in a drunken slur, “What do you want?”

A hooded figure stepped forward and his voice was like a teacher’s nails going across a chalkboard to make all the little bitches she taught shut up, “Where is Kent?”

Lionel blinked several times because his head was spinning in delightful dizzying circles. It was ever so nice and these bitches were spoiling it.

“Who are you,” Lionel asked again.

All of a sudden the lead figure lifted a huge battle ax and brought it down over the desk. The damn thing split in two.

Lionel gawked stupidly.

The hood had fallen back to reveal a horned creature with really bad skin and teeth. Lionel was actually running some good dermatologists and dentists through his mind because this bitch was in some serious need from the best of both.

“I am Bucktooth,” the ugly man said, “Prince of the trolls. Where is Kent?”

“Milking cows,” Lionel said and pointed drunkenly towards Smallville, “That way.”

“Thanks ever so much,” Bucktooth sneered and picked up the crystal bottle of liquor, “Cheers.”

Lionel nodded and promptly passed out onto the floor.

“Hmm,” Bucktooth snorted, “Some mortals just don’t know how to hold their liquor.”

His two companions only looked at him.

“Well,” he asked, “Laugh.”

The immediately did so.

“Shut up,” he roared and swung his great ax around, “Let’s go pay Oh McDonald a little visit, shall we?”

“I thought we seek Kent,” the shortest one said.

Bucktooth rolled his bloodshot eyes, “Come on!”

“You’re the boss,” the tallest said.

“You got that right,’ Bucktooth said as they walked out.

They took the booze, too.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.