Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight) - Bizarroe - NC-17 - 08/??
Title: Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, violence and dark graphic sexual situations
Pairing: Bizarroe
Spoilers: Phantom, Bizarro
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, that makes me sad. The title and moodlets of this little piece are from Alanis Morissette’s Uninvited.
A/N: Comments, critiques are always welcome. The awesome banner was generously made by the lovely and talented mssullivan!!
Previous: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven
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The return to consciousness wasn’t a gradual thing. One moment there was utter nothingness, the next Clark found himself floating calmly above a stunning vista of blues and greens and whites in the middle of stark velvet blackness.
Energy hummed through his body, strengthening him as he stared unblinkingly down at the planet below him.
Earth.
He was floating above the Earth.
And as much as the part of his psyche that would always be that young Kansas farmboy wanted to just freak out… He’d seen this view before.
Just bit over a year ago, the same beautiful image had been burned into his brain as he tumbled away from the planet that was his home, the planet that was his responsibility, trapped in the portal to the Phantom Zone.
And just like then, there was only one thought in his mind.
Clark opened his mouth, but his body refused to even try to draw in a breath, and the word that wanted to scream from his mouth only echoed in his mind.
Chloe!
Suddenly there was another voice in his thoughts. The tone was soothing but words were not.
Your friend wasn’t in the rubble of the building Kal-El.
Clark looked up and around, focusing on J’onn with wide questioning eyes.
Telepathy. The Martian explained with a small shrug.
Clark blinked at him for a moment then glanced down past his booted feet. He narrowed his eyes at the planet below him.
I have to find Chloe. Clark thought. Save her from him.
You know who did this to you?
The last ‘zoner. The phantom that took my DNA.
J’onn looked surprised and he looked away and out past the moon. His eyes glowed red briefly, and as he spoke, the pitch of his voice was tinged with regret.
I am sorry Kal-El. This is my fault.
What are you saying?
I did not approve of all of your father’s tests.
I don’t understand.
I did not imprison your doppelganger Kal-El. I took him to the edge of this galaxy and told him not to return.
The Martian frowned, and although Clark could hear his thoughts, J’onn’s next words seemed more musing than aimed at him.
I thought that he understood that it would be a death sentence to return.
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