Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight) - Bizarroe - NC-17 - 12/??
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!!
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Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven
Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Part Twelve
but this is not allowed
Clark hit the ground running.
It took him 5.2 seconds to cover every square inch of Lowell County, twice. Another 13.6 to run through the rest of Kansas.
Anger and terror threatened to overwhelm him as the seconds and the miles slipped by without even a hint of a sign of where his bizarre doppelganger had taken Chloe.
His feet barely touched the ground as he ran. He pushed himself faster, as if he could somehow outrace time and save her before…
The memory of Chloe, trembling in his untwin’s arms, came unwelcome and unbidden and there was a dark primal part of him that wanted to scream his rage, but it was a strangled cry of anguish and frustration that escaped him as he turned from his repetitive path and practically flew towards the farm.
He found the Martian Manhunter waiting for him in the loft when he sped into the barn. J’onn, when he had dropped him off, had promised he’d do a quick aerial overview of the surrounding states.
Clark braced a hand against the post at the top of the loft stairs. He was panting, not from exertion, but panic. “Did you...?”
The Martian shook his head and raised an eyebrow as wood splintered under Clark’s now fisted hand.
“He has her!”
There was more than a hint of wildness in the younger man’s eyes and J’onn sighed. The El’s always were a headstrong and possessive lot. He laid a comforting hand on the young Kryptonian’s shoulder.
“Kal-El…”
“I have to find her. Save her!”
“Kal-El…”
“You don’t understand!”
“I believe I do.”
“You do not!” Clark shrugged off the Martian’s hand and stomped across the loft.
“Kal-El,” J’onn said patiently. “Kryptonians have successfully been mating with humans for millennia.”
Clark ignored the ominous creaking of the floorboards as he continued to stomp and he growled through gritted teeth before speaking slowly, “He could hurt her. Kill her. How are you not understanding this?"
“Would you?” The Martian countered.
“We are not having this conversation. I have to find Chloe.” He turned away, rummaging through his old trunk and finding a clean tee shirt.
“Why not? Isn’t that what you’re afraid of? That your doppelganger will mate with her before you can?”
“What?” Clark managed to only rip the hem of the blue shirt slightly as he pulled it a bit forcefully over his head. “No! We are only friends. I... he could hurt her. Kill her."
“Nothing is ever certain Kal-El.” J’onn said.
Clark fisted his hands at his sides and stared out the loft window. He was done listening to the Martian. He almost gave into the fierce urge to smash something, instead he blurred away and missed the rest of the elder mans words.
“But I don’t think you will.”
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