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Story: 24 Hours
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, mentions of past Clana & Lollie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash
Spoilers: through 6x14, Trespass
Summary: The only constant part of life is change. And Clark finds out that his entire life, his views, perceptions and feelings can change . . . all in just twenty four hours.
Chapter 2
He needed to stop being so rash. It was always those crazy decisions, made when he let his emotions get the best of him that screwed him over in the end. Yet he never seemed to learn from his mistakes. Whenever someone he loved was in trouble, he just couldn’t help but doing everything possible to save them.
So many close calls, too many close calls . . . so many times that he had put himself and the ones he loved in even more danger. Clark feared for the day when he wouldn’t be able to make it in the nick of time. It had happened once and his father had paid the price. What’s to say it wouldn’t happen again?
18 hours ago:
For all of Lex’s money, his security was a joke. The hard part was waiting for him to leave and making sure Lana was not around. Bart and Clark had mutually agreed not to tell Chloe about their little detour. They were sure she wouldn’t approve but neither could just stand around anymore.
Breaking into the mansion was as easy as ever and Clark knew that if he was to find any information, it may not be here but he had to try. Ducking security cameras, he finally made it into Lex’s office, where his laptop awaited.
Clark approached the machine carefully. He knew the password- it was Lana’s birthday. While in Seattle, he couldn’t help but switch his hearing over to what was happening in with Lex. He knew he gave Chloe the impression he didn’t really care but he couldn’t help it.
He had tuned into the conversation where they were attempting to break into Lex’s laptop and overheard the password. This was not something he was used to doing but it was a last resort. Opening the laptop, he typed in the password and voila, he was in.
Minutes passed as he searched through the computer, trying to find some piece of evidence that Lex was behind this. A clue, a hint . . . he would take anything but it seemed that either Lex really was innocent or he had hidden the information elsewhere.
Hearing a noise, he quickly shut off all the programs and then the laptop. The door swung open and Clark ducked in the only hiding place he saw . . . underneath the desk.
“Yes, Dr. Langston, you did hear correctly,” Lex was saying. Clark held his breath, hoping that he wouldn’t get caught. “Look, I’m paying you very well and I don’t want to hear any trouble from you. Got it? Good. Good bye doctor.”
Hearing Lex command the other person gave Clark shivers. He still could not believe the man that he had turned into. Please, he prayed, please let him not find me. Otherwise, he would be in a world of trouble.
Footsteps were approaching the desk and Clark was already coming up with lies to explain why he was there.
“Lex! There you are!” Saved . . . by Lana. Clark used his x-ray vision to watch the conversation. Lana had entered the room and Lex’s attention was now on her.
“Lana?” Lex said, “Is everything all right?”
“Everything is fine,” Lana assured him. “Are you busy?”
“I’m never too busy for you,” Lex said smoothly, approaching her. Clark couldn’t help cringing when he saw them kiss but he was shocked when he didn’t feel any pain seeing Lana kiss another guy. The first time he saw them kiss, his heart broke but now, he didn’t feel anything.
“Good,” Lana said, “I have a doctor’s appointment and I was hoping that you could come with me.”
Yes, go, go now. If they left, he could as well. Clark watched Lex glanced at his watch.
“Of course Lana,” he said. “I don’t know where the time went. Shall we head out?”
“That would be lovely,” Lana replied.
Freedom! Clark waited, for once glad about his alien biology, because it was easy to hold his breath for a long amount of time. He hadn’t ever timed it but he knew he could go for hours without taking a single breath.
The moment he was waiting for finally came. Lex and Lana were walking out. They were heading toward the door. They were . . . stopping? Wait, that wasn’t part of the plan!
“Hold on a minute,” Lex was saying, “I just have to get some files from my desk, with information on the baby . . .”
NO! Lex couldn’t come to the desk. He would find Clark there! And then what? He would have to lie in front of both of them?
“Lex, the doctor has the same files,” Lana said, tugging his hand, “We waste another moment and we’ll be late.”
“All right, if you say so,” Lex said reluctantly.
Thank god for Lana. Clark sent a silent thank you to his former girlfriend. Without knowing it, she had saved him. This time, when they left, they didn’t stop. Only when he was sure they were both gone did he breath a sigh of relief.
Then he got out from underneath the desk and got out of the mansion the fastest way he knew how.
Present:
When it was all over, it was easy to analyze the situation and pick out the mistakes. But during a situation, when every second counts, decisions are over thought. They’re just made and though Clark had several regrets, he always relied on the knowledge that at the time he made them, he used his best judgment.
“You know, we all make bad choices, Clark. All we can do is hope to make the right ones in the future, right?”
Oliver had told him that, after what happened with Duncan, when they were discussing their regrets. He wanted to believe the other man, wanted to follow his advice and even his own.
But he still couldn’t help but think back and wish that he had done things differently.
16 hours ago:
“Clark! That was extremely irresponsible, not to mention dangerous!” Chloe was very upset when she found out what Bart and Clark had been up to.
“Chloe, you have to understand,” Clark said, “I had to know.”
“But what if Lana hadn’t come in Clark?” Chloe demanded, “Lex could’ve found you and then what? He could’ve called the cops . . . you were trespassing!”
“I know, but I’m fine,” he insisted. Which was true, he had gotten out in the nick of time. Bart hadn’t been in there with him. After his last tango with Lex, Clark didn’t really want him anywhere near the older man.
“It doesn’t matter,” Chloe sighed, “It seems for once Lex had nothing to do with this.” That was true . . . all five of them had searched nonstop and found nothing that linked Lex to what happened to Oliver.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Victor said, clearly annoyed. Which was a surprising reaction from him, considering he was the calm one out of the group.
“Any word from the doctor?” AC asked, directing his question at Clark. Clark had left his cell phone number as well as Chloe’s with the doctor so in case he found anything, he could contact either one of them.
“Nothing,” Clark answered. “I don’t think he’s found out what the drug is yet.”
“But he’s one of the best doctors,” Bart complained, “I mean, Oliver only hired the brightest . . . if he can’t figure it out, how are we supposed to save him?”
Clark was about to say something when an idea dawned on him. Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of it before?
“I think,” he said slowly, a smile creeping across his face, “I might know someone who can figure out what is in Oliver’s bloodstream.”
“Clark?” Chloe asked. He met her eyes and gave her a smile.
“Yes,” he said firmly, “I definitely know someone.” Chloe tilted her head in confusion but he just gave her a reassuring smile.
The other three guys were staring at him, curiosity evident in their expressions but Clark didn’t offer any further explanation.
This was going to be their last resort. If his current plan didn’t work, nothing would.
Present:
Clark couldn’t help it anymore. The memories were overtaking him and he couldn’t concentrate. He sat down, right on the barn floor. Why did it have to be so hard? Damn you, Oliver Queen, he cursed silently.
The man had come into his life and changed it. Oliver had been dating Lois! So how did he manage to find a place in Clark’s heart? He had been so happy living his life, being oblivious, convinced he was going to be forever in love with Lana.
Then this had happened and everything had changed. Everything had changed and Clark could only wish he could go back to how it was before.
15 hours ago:
Convincing the doctor to give him a vial of Oliver’s blood had taken forever. The other man was skeptical and even though Clark was happy that Oliver had chosen such a careful doctor, at this moment it wasn’t helping him.
“So you’re saying you know someone who can find out what is in this blood?” Dr. Michaels repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Yes, I do,” Clark said, trying to stay patient. “Look, I know you have your doubts but I trust this person.” For the most part, anyway.
“But you won’t tell me who it is,” Dr. Michaels pointed out.
“You’re going to have to trust me on this,” Clark said. “I promise, I only have Oliver’s best interests at heart. Besides, we don’t have much of a choice! Oliver’s life is at stake!”
“That’s true.” Dr. Michaels was relenting. “All right, considering that you were the one who brought Oliver to me, I will trust you on this one.” He left briefly and then returned with a vial of blood. “Here . . . this is it.”
Clark took the vial. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dr. Michaels replied. “And good luck.”
Giving him a nod, Clark left. Leaving the office, he took a glance around to make sure he was alone and then headed off to his next destination- the caves. If anyone would know what was wrong with the blood, it would be Jor-El. Humans couldn’t figure it out but maybe alien technology could?
Because Clark had a secret, and it was not the whole being an alien thing. This was something he had kept from everyone, including Chloe and his mother. He had been working on a project and that project was the Fortress.
It seemed that his castle in the Artic was more than it appeared to be. It was meant to be built up and Jor-El was waiting for him to do so. He had been going there secretly to learn more about the zoners and Krypton in general. Though he was not ready to commit to his training, he needed information. It was time to stop avoiding his destiny.
He could find the entrance with his eyes closed now, with his frequent visits. Placing the key in the familiar slot, the trip was the same as always. Upon arriving, he looked around. Though it looked as it always did, a few words and all the alterations he had made over the past couple of months would be visible. For protection, in case someone managed to get in, it had to appear ordinary. If the technology was just open, it could lead to a dangerous situation.
Raya had given her life to save him and that was the moment he knew he couldn’t avoid the Fortress any longer.
“Hello Kal-El,” Jor-El’s voice boomed to greet him.
“Good day Jor-El,” he replied.
“Password?” Jor-El asked. They had come up with a password to activate the system. Clark knew they could never be too careful.
Clark murmured the password, a Kryptonian word. That had been Clark’s idea. Nobody knew the language so there was no chance they could guess the password.
“Accepted,” Jor-El said. “Activating all systems.” Clark watched as the once barren ice castle transform into what it had more recently become.
“What is the purpose of your visit Kal-El?” Jor-El asked.
“I need you to analyze something for me,” he said, pulling out the vial. “A friend of mine has been drugged and the best doctor can’t figure out what is in his bloodstream.”
“All right,” Jor-El said, “I am confident I can figure out what it is. Please place the vial in the appropriate area.” Clark looked around and found the spot where it would go.
He dropped the tube into the slot and waited. There were noises and Clark knew that it was analyzing.
Then everything stopped. “Well?” Clark asked, “What is it?”
“I have found out the reason that the doctor could not figure out the substance,” Jor-El announced.
“Why?” Clark questioned. “What is it?”
“Your doctor is a human,” Jor-El told him. “And the substance in the blood . . . is nothing that can be found on the Earth’s surface.”
Story: 24 Hours
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, mentions of past Clana & Lollie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash
Spoilers: through 6x14, Trespass
Summary: The only constant part of life is change. And Clark finds out that his entire life, his views, perceptions and feelings can change . . . all in just twenty four hours.
Chapter 2
He needed to stop being so rash. It was always those crazy decisions, made when he let his emotions get the best of him that screwed him over in the end. Yet he never seemed to learn from his mistakes. Whenever someone he loved was in trouble, he just couldn’t help but doing everything possible to save them.
So many close calls, too many close calls . . . so many times that he had put himself and the ones he loved in even more danger. Clark feared for the day when he wouldn’t be able to make it in the nick of time. It had happened once and his father had paid the price. What’s to say it wouldn’t happen again?
18 hours ago:
For all of Lex’s money, his security was a joke. The hard part was waiting for him to leave and making sure Lana was not around. Bart and Clark had mutually agreed not to tell Chloe about their little detour. They were sure she wouldn’t approve but neither could just stand around anymore.
Breaking into the mansion was as easy as ever and Clark knew that if he was to find any information, it may not be here but he had to try. Ducking security cameras, he finally made it into Lex’s office, where his laptop awaited.
Clark approached the machine carefully. He knew the password- it was Lana’s birthday. While in Seattle, he couldn’t help but switch his hearing over to what was happening in with Lex. He knew he gave Chloe the impression he didn’t really care but he couldn’t help it.
He had tuned into the conversation where they were attempting to break into Lex’s laptop and overheard the password. This was not something he was used to doing but it was a last resort. Opening the laptop, he typed in the password and voila, he was in.
Minutes passed as he searched through the computer, trying to find some piece of evidence that Lex was behind this. A clue, a hint . . . he would take anything but it seemed that either Lex really was innocent or he had hidden the information elsewhere.
Hearing a noise, he quickly shut off all the programs and then the laptop. The door swung open and Clark ducked in the only hiding place he saw . . . underneath the desk.
“Yes, Dr. Langston, you did hear correctly,” Lex was saying. Clark held his breath, hoping that he wouldn’t get caught. “Look, I’m paying you very well and I don’t want to hear any trouble from you. Got it? Good. Good bye doctor.”
Hearing Lex command the other person gave Clark shivers. He still could not believe the man that he had turned into. Please, he prayed, please let him not find me. Otherwise, he would be in a world of trouble.
Footsteps were approaching the desk and Clark was already coming up with lies to explain why he was there.
“Lex! There you are!” Saved . . . by Lana. Clark used his x-ray vision to watch the conversation. Lana had entered the room and Lex’s attention was now on her.
“Lana?” Lex said, “Is everything all right?”
“Everything is fine,” Lana assured him. “Are you busy?”
“I’m never too busy for you,” Lex said smoothly, approaching her. Clark couldn’t help cringing when he saw them kiss but he was shocked when he didn’t feel any pain seeing Lana kiss another guy. The first time he saw them kiss, his heart broke but now, he didn’t feel anything.
“Good,” Lana said, “I have a doctor’s appointment and I was hoping that you could come with me.”
Yes, go, go now. If they left, he could as well. Clark watched Lex glanced at his watch.
“Of course Lana,” he said. “I don’t know where the time went. Shall we head out?”
“That would be lovely,” Lana replied.
Freedom! Clark waited, for once glad about his alien biology, because it was easy to hold his breath for a long amount of time. He hadn’t ever timed it but he knew he could go for hours without taking a single breath.
The moment he was waiting for finally came. Lex and Lana were walking out. They were heading toward the door. They were . . . stopping? Wait, that wasn’t part of the plan!
“Hold on a minute,” Lex was saying, “I just have to get some files from my desk, with information on the baby . . .”
NO! Lex couldn’t come to the desk. He would find Clark there! And then what? He would have to lie in front of both of them?
“Lex, the doctor has the same files,” Lana said, tugging his hand, “We waste another moment and we’ll be late.”
“All right, if you say so,” Lex said reluctantly.
Thank god for Lana. Clark sent a silent thank you to his former girlfriend. Without knowing it, she had saved him. This time, when they left, they didn’t stop. Only when he was sure they were both gone did he breath a sigh of relief.
Then he got out from underneath the desk and got out of the mansion the fastest way he knew how.
Present:
When it was all over, it was easy to analyze the situation and pick out the mistakes. But during a situation, when every second counts, decisions are over thought. They’re just made and though Clark had several regrets, he always relied on the knowledge that at the time he made them, he used his best judgment.
“You know, we all make bad choices, Clark. All we can do is hope to make the right ones in the future, right?”
Oliver had told him that, after what happened with Duncan, when they were discussing their regrets. He wanted to believe the other man, wanted to follow his advice and even his own.
But he still couldn’t help but think back and wish that he had done things differently.
16 hours ago:
“Clark! That was extremely irresponsible, not to mention dangerous!” Chloe was very upset when she found out what Bart and Clark had been up to.
“Chloe, you have to understand,” Clark said, “I had to know.”
“But what if Lana hadn’t come in Clark?” Chloe demanded, “Lex could’ve found you and then what? He could’ve called the cops . . . you were trespassing!”
“I know, but I’m fine,” he insisted. Which was true, he had gotten out in the nick of time. Bart hadn’t been in there with him. After his last tango with Lex, Clark didn’t really want him anywhere near the older man.
“It doesn’t matter,” Chloe sighed, “It seems for once Lex had nothing to do with this.” That was true . . . all five of them had searched nonstop and found nothing that linked Lex to what happened to Oliver.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Victor said, clearly annoyed. Which was a surprising reaction from him, considering he was the calm one out of the group.
“Any word from the doctor?” AC asked, directing his question at Clark. Clark had left his cell phone number as well as Chloe’s with the doctor so in case he found anything, he could contact either one of them.
“Nothing,” Clark answered. “I don’t think he’s found out what the drug is yet.”
“But he’s one of the best doctors,” Bart complained, “I mean, Oliver only hired the brightest . . . if he can’t figure it out, how are we supposed to save him?”
Clark was about to say something when an idea dawned on him. Of course! Why hadn’t he thought of it before?
“I think,” he said slowly, a smile creeping across his face, “I might know someone who can figure out what is in Oliver’s bloodstream.”
“Clark?” Chloe asked. He met her eyes and gave her a smile.
“Yes,” he said firmly, “I definitely know someone.” Chloe tilted her head in confusion but he just gave her a reassuring smile.
The other three guys were staring at him, curiosity evident in their expressions but Clark didn’t offer any further explanation.
This was going to be their last resort. If his current plan didn’t work, nothing would.
Present:
Clark couldn’t help it anymore. The memories were overtaking him and he couldn’t concentrate. He sat down, right on the barn floor. Why did it have to be so hard? Damn you, Oliver Queen, he cursed silently.
The man had come into his life and changed it. Oliver had been dating Lois! So how did he manage to find a place in Clark’s heart? He had been so happy living his life, being oblivious, convinced he was going to be forever in love with Lana.
Then this had happened and everything had changed. Everything had changed and Clark could only wish he could go back to how it was before.
15 hours ago:
Convincing the doctor to give him a vial of Oliver’s blood had taken forever. The other man was skeptical and even though Clark was happy that Oliver had chosen such a careful doctor, at this moment it wasn’t helping him.
“So you’re saying you know someone who can find out what is in this blood?” Dr. Michaels repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Yes, I do,” Clark said, trying to stay patient. “Look, I know you have your doubts but I trust this person.” For the most part, anyway.
“But you won’t tell me who it is,” Dr. Michaels pointed out.
“You’re going to have to trust me on this,” Clark said. “I promise, I only have Oliver’s best interests at heart. Besides, we don’t have much of a choice! Oliver’s life is at stake!”
“That’s true.” Dr. Michaels was relenting. “All right, considering that you were the one who brought Oliver to me, I will trust you on this one.” He left briefly and then returned with a vial of blood. “Here . . . this is it.”
Clark took the vial. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dr. Michaels replied. “And good luck.”
Giving him a nod, Clark left. Leaving the office, he took a glance around to make sure he was alone and then headed off to his next destination- the caves. If anyone would know what was wrong with the blood, it would be Jor-El. Humans couldn’t figure it out but maybe alien technology could?
Because Clark had a secret, and it was not the whole being an alien thing. This was something he had kept from everyone, including Chloe and his mother. He had been working on a project and that project was the Fortress.
It seemed that his castle in the Artic was more than it appeared to be. It was meant to be built up and Jor-El was waiting for him to do so. He had been going there secretly to learn more about the zoners and Krypton in general. Though he was not ready to commit to his training, he needed information. It was time to stop avoiding his destiny.
He could find the entrance with his eyes closed now, with his frequent visits. Placing the key in the familiar slot, the trip was the same as always. Upon arriving, he looked around. Though it looked as it always did, a few words and all the alterations he had made over the past couple of months would be visible. For protection, in case someone managed to get in, it had to appear ordinary. If the technology was just open, it could lead to a dangerous situation.
Raya had given her life to save him and that was the moment he knew he couldn’t avoid the Fortress any longer.
“Hello Kal-El,” Jor-El’s voice boomed to greet him.
“Good day Jor-El,” he replied.
“Password?” Jor-El asked. They had come up with a password to activate the system. Clark knew they could never be too careful.
Clark murmured the password, a Kryptonian word. That had been Clark’s idea. Nobody knew the language so there was no chance they could guess the password.
“Accepted,” Jor-El said. “Activating all systems.” Clark watched as the once barren ice castle transform into what it had more recently become.
“What is the purpose of your visit Kal-El?” Jor-El asked.
“I need you to analyze something for me,” he said, pulling out the vial. “A friend of mine has been drugged and the best doctor can’t figure out what is in his bloodstream.”
“All right,” Jor-El said, “I am confident I can figure out what it is. Please place the vial in the appropriate area.” Clark looked around and found the spot where it would go.
He dropped the tube into the slot and waited. There were noises and Clark knew that it was analyzing.
Then everything stopped. “Well?” Clark asked, “What is it?”
“I have found out the reason that the doctor could not figure out the substance,” Jor-El announced.
“Why?” Clark questioned. “What is it?”
“Your doctor is a human,” Jor-El told him. “And the substance in the blood . . . is nothing that can be found on the Earth’s surface.”