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.

Prologue

It was a dark and stormy night in the tiny little town of Smallville, and Clark Kent was still at school, helping his blond reporter friend, Chloe Sullivan, work on the school paper. Well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do on a Friday night. That was for damn sure.

His best friend, Pete Ross, was in Star City, visiting a sick cousin, and Lex Luthor would be in Metropolis, doing his best to still be ruling the world come Monday morning. He just had to sigh. His life was so boring…well, except for when the usual meteor freak went on a killing spree.

He looked up from his desk to see that Chloe was typing away on her keyboard. She was so talented when it came to writing an awesome story. He wanted to feel jealous, but, he couldn’t. It was just not in him to feel that way.

“My eyes are going to fall out of my face, Chloe,” he said, getting to his feet. “I’m going to go for a walk and wake myself up.”

“Uh huh, good times,” Chloe said, not looking up, still typing away.

He walked out of the Torch, making his way down the long hallway that was lined with lockers. The thunder was really loud and he could see the flashes of lighting reflected here and there. He just hoped the power didn’t go out.

Chloe would strangle someone if that happened. He sure hoped she had the auto-save on. Perhaps he should have reminded her of that. Oh well, he was not in the mood to race back and tell her. She would just have to suck it up, kill something, and start all over again.

He walked into the restroom to wash his hands. He had been typing for awhile and it was time to wash them again. It was starting to become a habit after he got done with doing anything. He seriously hoped it was not some OCD.

He rinsed the soap off and dried his hands with the brown paper towels from the dispenser. He hummed a little tune as he did so. It was one of those songs from the radio that Chloe had been playing all night long.

He threw the wet towels into the wastebasket, walking back out the door. Thunder bellowed again and he decided to go to the pool, where he could watch the lightning dance over the water. It was nice having a gym with a glass ceiling.

Chloe would not begin to miss him for sometime, and she could always come find him if she needed him for something. She was too busy typing away to pay him much mind anyway.

The smell of chlorine assaulted his nostrils when he made his way through the double doors. There were reflections of light dancing around all over the place. It looked really pretty in all the darkness.

He walked over to take a seat in the shadows, looking up at the skylight where lighting was dancing overhead. Some flashes were violet and others were pink. They looked like beautiful dancers.

He looked out over the surface of the pool and smiled. It would be kind of nice to take a swim.

He stood up and was about to remove his clothes when he heard doors on the other side open and close. He quickly ducked down into the cover of darkness.

It couldn’t be Chloe and nobody else was supposed to be here at this hour. He could hear someone walking closer and he ducked further back. He just hoped it wasn’t Kwan coming back for something. The last thing he needed was a detention for being caught. Kwan trusted him and Chloe, and he did not want to ruin that, especially for Chloe. Plus, she would kill him.

He peeked back out to see that it wasn’t Kwan. It looked to be a student. He could not see the person’s face because their back was to him. It looked to be a guy, too.

The guy was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt. He was tall and lithe, too.

Clark could see that he had a head full of blond curls. They reminded him of someone, but, he could not place him.

How had he gotten in? The school was locked up tight.

Chloe had a key that would let him and her out a back exit without setting off the alarm. Who the heck was this guy and why was he here?

He watched the guy kick off his shoes, and remove his white socks. It looked like he was going to go for a swim.

Damn! I wanted to swim!

Lightning flashed overhead and blue eyes widened when the guy removed his green shirt. Pale white skin was glistening in the silver light reflected off the water.

The guy had tattooed wings running down his back. They looked like the wings of a butterfly. They were all cerulean and black. The colors reminded him of stained glass windows.

The tattoos went all down the length of his shoulder blades, vanishing into the seat of his pants. It looked as if he really had wings. Their design was so intricate and beautiful, they dazzled his eyes.

Lighting flashed once more and Clark could see just how white that skin was. It was like fresh fallen snow, lying under the light of a full moon.

Enchantress came to me and said:
Meet me at the lake tonight

Clark was in shock. There was no frigging way. It couldn’t be.

His blue eyes widened even more when the guy stepped out onto the surface of the water, and not falling under with a splash. The guy was pulling a Jesus.

I hummed this song to the white
Through the shroud of snow I saw
Paradise
Peace
No more lies

The siren spun around on bare white feet as if he were dancing on a frozen surface. His eyes were closed, but, Clark could see who it was now.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, or his ears, to be exact. It was Zak Knight.

His pale, muscular arms were moving around in an intricate dance to the music of his voice. There were spirals of water dancing around his body like serpents come to life.

Crestfallen soul
Rest for this night
Love is here
Right here under my wings

Clark was in complete and total shock. It was his childhood friend turned idol for millions. Why the hell was he here in Smallville? Hell, why was he here at the school?

He looked just as wonderful as he did on the television screen.

Wait! The guy was dancing around on top of water. Hell, the water was dancing with him. That was not normal.

He put a hand to his mouth when the water took the form of a man, dancing in Zak’s arms. The two of them danced across the surface of the water to the sound of Zak’s voice.

Clark almost gasped when the water-man became a water-wolf.

I dream of wolves with them I run
For me she lengthened the night
I am home
I am in peace

The wolf leaped at Zak and cascaded over him in sparkling droplets of water. The young man twirled around in the magic of his own voice. It could rise and swell just like the power the moon had over the oceans.

Thunder echoed overhead and his blond curls were like golden flames, burning around his flawless face. His voice echoed with the thunder as lightning flashed through the sky overhead.

Crestfallen soul
Rest for this night
Love is here
Right here under my wings

Zak jumped up into the air, diving down into the water headfirst. He swam around under the shimmering surface for sometime.

Clark just stayed right where he was at. He was too stunned to move at the moment. He didn’t know what to do. How could he confront a superstar?

In a whoosh, he was standing at the double doors and came strolling in like he had seen nothing at all.

“Who is in here?” He asked in a loud, authoritative voice. “I heard you singing!”

Zak broke the surface, looking up at him with big green eyes. They looked just like jade.

Clark almost stumbled over his big feet, but caught himself. Those eyes were just as magical as he remembered.

“How did you get in here?” Clark asked, not taking his eyes off the jade jewels.

Zak pointed with a pale hand, dripping water. “Through the door.”

His tongue was still just as sharp as he remembered. The voice had grown more smoky and sexy.

…Sexy?

“I know that,” Clark said, putting his hands on his hips. “But, the school is closed and locked up tight.”

Zak narrowed his eyes. “I snuck in because I heard there was a nice pool here.”

“Oh,” Clark said, smiling like a wolf. “So, you broke into the school for a swim, then?”

“Why are you here?” Zak asked, floating closer. “If the school is locked up tight, shouldn’t you be at home in bed?”

Clark cocked his head to the side. “I work for the school paper and am entitled to certain privileges.”

Zak nodded. “That makes sense, I guess.”

Clark’s right eye twitched. They guy sounded bored with him.

“Who are you?” The singer asked.

“I’m hurt,” Clark said with a full pout. “How could you forget me, Zaky?”

Zak blinked, eyes widening as he swam closer. “Clarky?”

Clark grinned. “I don’t know if I should tell on your or not.”

Zak snarled. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I dunno,” Clark said, turning away. “You went off, got famous, and never wrote me back.”

“You got tall,” Zak said, climbing out of the water. “What did Aunt Martha feed you?”

“Lots of yummy,” Clarks said, backing up. “You look cool.”

“I’ve always looked cool, Clark,” Zak smiled, punching him in the shoulder like he used to do all the time when they were little. “I’m sorry I never wrote you back.”

Clark waved it away. “Things change…people change, too.”

He hated it, but, it was true. People changed as to where he seemed to stay the same.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, fighting not to ask why he had been walking on top of and dancing with water.

“Alexander Luthor hired me for a charity bash,” Zak told him.

“So, you broke into the school?” Clark asked.

“I’m rich, Clark,” he said, picking up his shirt. “And I’m bored.”

Clark nodded. “That makes sense.”

It was obvious his friend had grown even crazier over the years, too. He just wondered how crazy.

“Who do I need to sing to in order to get some coffee?” Zak asked, slipping his feet back into his shoes, stuffing his socks into the pockets in his jeans.

Clark shook his head. “Let’s go to the Torch.”

“Torch?” Zak asked, cocking a brow.

“The school paper room,” Clark told him. “I’m sure Chloe has a pot on.”

“Chloe?” Zak asked.

Clark nodded. “She’s my friend and head of the school paper.”

“Ah,” Zak said, smiling at him. “Right.”

Clark rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Lead the way, Mr. Kent.” Zak said, following right behind him, not caring in the slightest that he was wet, and dripping all over the place.

Clark felt really nervous. His friend was a meteor freak and he thought he didn’t know. Oh, this was so awkward.

Thunder blasted and the lights went off. A loud, blood chilling shriek followed after.

Clark felt Zak’s arms wrap around him and almost fell flat on his face.

“What the fuck was that?” Zak asked, looking around with wide eyes. “Is this bitch haunted, too?”

…Too?

“No,” Clark said, feeling himself blushing. “That would be Chloe. Obviously she forgot to save her article.”

“Ah,” Zak said, letting the bigger teen go. “Charming, I’m sure.”

Clark chuckled. “You can hold onto me, so you don’t fall, if you like.”

Zak did so.

They could hear Chloe cursing and banging something really loudly. It was like a scene from one of those scary movies, only not so scary.

“I’ll go in first,” Clark said, leading the way. “That way you won’t be hit by flying debris.”

“Of course you will,” Zak said, squeezing his muscular arm. “I’m too famous to die in the halls of Podunk High.”

“I guess this will teach you to break and enter, huh?” Clark asked, looking at him. “This isn’t the good old days.”

Zak snorted. “But I have my Super Farmboy to protect me.”

Clark rolled his eyes at the nickname. “You still remember that?”

Zak nodded. “Those moo monsters would have eaten me.”

Clark laughed. “You screamed and started to cry when Bluebell started chomping on your hair.”

Zak blushed at the memory. “I enjoyed eating her back, too. Oh, how yummy she tasted. I still remember dipping her in A1 sauce.”

Clark pouted. “You’re so cold.”

“Tell me something we don’t know,” Zak told him with an impish smirk.

“Clark!” Chloe shrieked like a bloody banshee. “Where the hell are you? Come to me now!”

Clark blanched and Zak jumped.

“Chloe can be a little psycho,” Clark said, looking at his friend. “Don’t make any sudden movements, and you should make it back out with all your limbs still intact.”

Zak paled. “Really?”

Clark nodded. “Oh, she’s a scary one.”

“Tell us about it, Clark.” A spooky voice hissed like a snake and Chloe’s face suddenly lit up in front of them with a flashlight. “BOO!”

Both boys screamed over the thunder like little five year old girls.

Chloe howled with laughter in the flashing lightning. Oh, she was made of awesome.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora

Note: The song lyrics belong to Nightwish. The song is called, White Night Fantasy.