When Devils Speak the Truth - Final Chapter
Title: When Devils Speak the Truth
Fandom: Smallville
Guest Characters: Johnny, Ben and Susan from Fantastic Four; Sheppard, Lorne and McKay from Stargate Atlantis; Mystique, Pyro and Iceman from X-Men (movieverse).
Characters: As many of them as possible, from as many other fandoms as I can manage and still keep track.
Genre: Future Fic, AU, slash, whumpage abounds
Pairings: Clark/Oliver, Clark/Johnny Storm
Rating: R - that means adults only people, you have been informed
Warnings: MM Slash, death, torture, genocide, apocalyptic themes, sex, sacrifice,
persecution, religious stupidity.
Summary: Clark refuses his destiny and is thrust into the future, a future where he never became the hero he was meant to be. He must survive on an Earth that is dying and face friends and loved ones who can no longer be trusted. Reuniting with Oliver tests the bond they once thought unbreakable and Clark must decide what being a hero actually means.
Links to previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
Chapter 12: Rise of the Kryptonian Son
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“Hello Kal’El,” boomed the voice of Jor’El. “You are finally here my son, to complete your training.”
Clark spun, looking around him and at the Fortress but it was as it had always been. No added doors, or lighting or mountain of ice above his head.
“I…” Clark hesitated and gazed at the shimmering image before him. Had it been a dream, had everything he’d gone through been a trick after all? The disembodied voice of Jor’El did not continue but its silence insinuated an answer was needed. Clark went to say no, as he had the first time but his mouth stoped as the N was forming. Clark patted down his clothes and looked down.
He was wearing the thermal blue shirt, his legs encased in the military clothing with plates of armour still inserted. He slapped his arm and traced the insignia, the silver El crest on blue background.
It had been real.
Johnny.
Oliver.
The world torn apart by violence and hysteria.
All because of Lex, all because Clark had not been there to stop Lex.
“I am here,” announced Clark. “But not to complete any training.”
“Kal’El,” the voice said darkly. “You must-.”
“Do not tell me what must be done!” growled Clark loudly. “For all these years I have fought, and I have won, and lost - and I have learned my abilities. You tell me what must be done? You could not save your own planet - what makes you think I need you to save this one.”
Clark ran a finger over the insignia and recalled Lana’s words.
Two choices you will face, one will see all that you love die and the other will restore your destiny
His choice. Oliver had died in his arms, Johnny in the fires of a reborn sun - his mother alone at the hands of Lex Luthor.
To deny his destiny was to see it all happen again.
“As Kal’El,” he intoned. “I will fulfil my destiny; I will fight for the humans and hold back the tide of darkness that gathers in our future - as Kal’El I will do this but not at the expense of Clark Kent… what training could you provide that I have not already learnt? That sacrifice is necessary? That sometimes I must let others shoulder the burden? Johnny, never knowing they had won That I will face friends as enemies? Chloe and Lex, how could everything have gone so wrong? That I will lose those I love?” Oliver, last breath upon my face.
Clark sighed and dropped his shoulders. “No amount of training can make me understand fear, or pain or why we make the choices we do - sometimes things are just the way they are… help me or leave me alone Jor’El - but never try and force me to do anything ever again.”
The image of Jor’El shimmered a little brightly and stayed silent for some time. Clark well knew that if it wanted the Fortress could trap him, strip him of power and even take those he loved - but in the end the choices had to be his own.
“It would seem,” announced Jor’El, the face smiling slightly. “That your training is indeed complete my son, well done but beware, for the humans are fickle and easily swayed - you can be a powerful force in their lives, but as Kal’El you can never truly be one of them.”
Clark raised his eyebrows in surprise, the way Jor’El had phrased it, it almost seemed like…
“Good luck… Clark, you have chosen your friends well and their love will guide you as once I would have - goodbye my son.”
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Alighting on the balcony Clark took a moment to steady himself. Oliver was just inside, sitting with his back to the door watching the news. Much as he wanted to run inside and envelope the other man and never let go he had to remember that to Oliver he had only been gone since last night. Clark made do by taking a step at a time and eased the door wider. He approached the couch and could not help but stare at the back of Oliver’s head, at his hair, at the golden skin revealed by a loosely worn shirt.
Skin not yet hardened by age.
Not yet scarred by battles he would one day fight.
As he came around the couch Oliver turned and in his profile Clark saw for a moment the older Oliver, the one he had left behind. That older man was instantly wiped away by a smile that shifted something in Clark’s heart.
Had he really been gone so long? It felt like forever and Clark gave in to need and jumped next to Oliver, wrapping arms around him and breathing in his scent. A little surprised at first by the sudden affection Oliver quickly returned the hug, seeming to sense that Clark needed it.
Clark luxuriated in his warmth; he tried to absorb every bit of heat radiating from Oliver’s body and sighed in contentment. Here was safe, here was love that had time to grow ever stronger and if he could help it, never leave.
“Clark?” whispered Oliver, clearly a little concerned.
Clark hushed him with a kiss. “Don’t say anything,” he breathed into Oliver’s mouth. “I’ll explain later.”
A deeper kiss followed, one which ignited the passion that Clark had thought burnt out by seeing Oliver’s lifeless corpse. He hesitated at that thought for only a moment before nibbling on Oliver’s bottom lip and grinning devilishly. Oliver’s eyes flashed in response and in seconds they had discarded clothes and were naked on the couch. The couch soon became the floor as they writhed and grinded against each other.
Sweat broke out on Oliver’s chest and Clark lapped at it, sucking and biting at his nipples. Groaning in pleasure Oliver straddled Clark and reached a hand down to grab Clark’s cock and massaged it to full hardness. In turn Clark sucked on Oliver’s neck, moving up to nuzzle behind his ear, knowing this would drive the other man wild. He could feel Oliver’s own hardness pushing into his thigh and swatting Oliver’s hand away he gripped them both and rubbed together. Beneath his lips Oliver’s pulse quickened and his breath escaped in quick gasps. As the morning sun hit Oliver’s hair like a blazing halo the vision of Johnny flashed into Clark’s mind and instead of squashing it he allowed it, held onto it.
They didn’t last long. Clark went first, crying out and splashing his own stomach with his cum. Oliver quickly followed, knotting his hands in Clark’s hair and holding them together as their heartbeats returned to normal.
“Well,” breathed Oliver. “Welcome home to you too.” He went to laugh at his own joke but it died on his lips as Clark looked up. Oliver put a finger to Clark’s face and held it up, wet and glistening from Clark’s tears. Concern knitted his brow and he gave Clark a questioning look.
Sighing in both happiness and equal parts despair Clark took Oliver’s hand and held it to his chest. “Can we just enjoy the moment, then I’ll explain everything.”
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Oliver, dressed only in sweatpants, shook his head in apparent disbelief. “So Lex really does manage to destroy the world.”
“No,” answered Clark. “At least he won’t, not now. I’ve already changed things just by being here, by telling you.”
Oliver’s lips thinned. “This means we have to do something, we have to stop him at any cost.”
Clark shook his head sadly. “Not like that, we can’t judge him on what may happen.”
The confusion on Oliver’s face was evident so Clark continued his explanation. “The future has so many possibilities - we can’t define people by what they may do, because to do so makes us just as bad. Lex’s obsession and eventual grip on global power derived from a life of bad decisions, by him, those around him and the people of the world.”
“Alright,” relented Oliver, his eyes softening as he wrapped his arms around Clark. “So what do we do?”
“I become the hero everyone seems to want me to be,” said Clark with a wry grin.
“You are already a hero,” soft lips whispered in his ear.
Clark playfully pushed Oliver back and picked up his discarded clothes. Walking in to the Green Arrow alcove he opened a drawer, wouldn’t do to leave future clothes lying about.
“The world,” said Clark. “Needs to see its heroes, the people need symbols - not anonymous deeds. There are others out there Ollie, not just our team but people with amazing powers - and they’re waiting for someone to show them the path. I cannot hide anymore, the more I do the more people will get hurt.”
Clark folded the blue shirt and put it in the drawer, he held the El crest up towards Oliver.
“I think I know now what Jor’El has been trying to tell me all these years - that the ideal of Kal’El is much more powerful than just one man. Lex Luthor will always need to be stopped, and what Kal’El represents must always be there to stop him.”
He placed the crest on top of the blue shirt and a shiver went up his spine. He wondered if this is what prophesies felt like?
“And what about Clark Kent?” asked Oliver, worry evident in his voice.
Clark turned a smile on his boyfriend. “Clark Kent is going to enjoy a life with Oliver Queen.”
Oliver walked up, glancing down at the crest before wrapping his arms around Clark.
“That,” he said huskily, “Sounds like a perfect plan.”
Pan down onto the silver crest on blue and start that oh so familiar Superman theme…
-The End-
Author’s note: First and most important, thank you to everyone who has read my story, and also to the reviewers - who make a bad day better, can improve upon mediocre and let us know when we make mistakes. I started out with an idea, a red sun on Earth, and this is where we ended up. I hope the ending was as everyone hoped for and while I will one day write more Smallville, I think it may take time. Instead I will enjoy the writing of others, please, if you only have the spark of an idea, give it a go - if it doesn’t work out what’s the worst that can happen? Good luck to everyone and once again thank you for sticking it out.
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