lady_bug_kay | Supermanfic: Pick Yourself Up; Dust Yourself Off; Start All Over Again (Clark/Oliver)

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Supermanfic: Pick Yourself Up; Dust Yourself Off; Start All Over Again (Clark/Oliver)

Title: Pick Yourself Up; Dust Yourself Off; Start All Over Again
Author: ladybugkay
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Oliver (pre-slash)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1492
Spoilers/Warnings: post 8x09 "Abyss." Shameless wallowing and angst, because Clark is just so pretty like that.
Summary: Clark is brooding again, but he's doing it somewhere new. Change is come at last.
Disclaimer: DC, Gough & Millar, whoever the new producers are, and who knows how many others own the rights and make the money.
A/N: Title from the song "Pick Yourself Up," with lyrics by Dorothy Fields and music by Jerome Kern.
A/N2: Written way too quickly and not very well at all, but it's the first thing I've had time to write in ages, and I'm posting the damned thing anyway. I'm not saying I agree with Clark's decision with regard to Chloe, but I've long been fascinated by Superman's ability to make people forget.

Pick Yourself Up; Dust Yourself Off; Start All Over Again

Only yesterday, he would have gone to the loft. From the time he was five, it was where he went when the world seemed too big—and later too small—for him. His father was the one who dubbed it his Fortress of Solitude, but after a few years, it became the one place those closest to him always knew they could find him. It was where Chloe kissed him the first time they met; where he had the best and most devastating moments of confession with Lex; where he yearned after Lana and comforted Lois, and it was so inextricably intertwined with his childhood that it felt more like home to him than the yellow house that was so terribly empty now.

But that was yesterday. That was before he lost his best friend, the oldest and best of the best. Before he offered up yet another sacrifice on the altar of everything that made him who he was while making sure everyone he loved was always in danger.

In the end, it made them all turn away. First, Pete, who left by choice; then, over and over, Lex, who was maybe pushed and maybe walked away in disgust; then his mother who moved away to live her own life and was so busy doing so they almost never spoke; then Lana, who left reluctantly and with good intentions, but who left all the same.

And now Chloe.

What made it better and worse, simultaneously, was that she was still there, still in his life and smiling at him and giving him hugs that would squeeze the breath out of an ordinary person. But he was lying to her again, and he’d almost forgotten how horrible it felt to lie to his best friend. Now he wasn’t just lying to Lois, but to Chloe, too, and although he knew it was for their own safety and happiness, it stung like hell.

So yesterday he might have gone to the barn, to his loft, but today he came here. Not that there was anything particularly comforting about here, exactly, just that it represented the only bit of truth in his life—though for how much longer, he didn’t want to consider. Everyone walked away, but until they did, he wouldn’t let himself think about how soon it might happen. Denial had always been his friend.

“Clark?”

He turned his head toward the voice without standing up. “Oliver.”

Standing a few steps away from the door of the plane, Oliver shook his head at him, clearly confused. “What are you doing here, Clark? Is something wrong?”

He should tell Oliver about Chloe. Oliver had lost something, too, in all this: his computer hacker and partner in vigilante justice. A friend who knew as much about him as she knew about Clark. But Clark didn’t want to say it all out loud, not yet, and he didn’t want to admit that he came here because Oliver was officially the last person still in his life who knew the truth about him. It was a selfish thought, the plaintive and grasping neediness of a child, and it invited a self-pitying depression in which he didn’t want to wallow anymore.

But he didn’t want to say anything about what had happened, all the same.

He could tell the truth tomorrow, Clark decided. That was the thing about truth, good or bad: it didn’t go anywhere. Truth waited. It stuck around or it hid until it came back to bite you in the ass, but it never went away.

So, “No,” Clark said. A pause and then he said, again, “No, nothing’s wrong.”

And there was the other thing about truth, or at least about the truth and Clark Kent: judging by the expression on Oliver’s face, it was apparent yet again that Clark had been absent the day they handed out the ability to lie convincingly. Probably because he was still traveling here in his space ship, which was a valid excuse, if somewhat unconventional and unlikely to be believed.

“What,” Oliver said, “so, you felt like going for a quick flight, even though you can run a hell of a lot faster than any machine known to man?”

Clark smiled a little. “Not exactly.” Yeah, Chloe didn’t remember the truth about him, anymore, but Oliver did, and the relief at being reminded of that fact was nearly overwhelming. He had Oliver, still, and that counted for a lot. Maybe if he offered up a few more secrets, Oliver would stay longer—that seemed to be the currency for friendship, in Clark’s experience. Deciding to give it a shot, he confessed, “I used to be afraid to fly, you know.”

“Really.”

Clark’s smile grew bigger. Maybe it wasn’t the whole truth, because he was still a little afraid of heights, but it wasn’t a lie, and he was telling it of his own volition. It felt good.

“I know how ridiculous it sounds,” he said. “I’m indestructible under normal circumstances, but we don’t seem to have any shortage of abnormal circumstances around here. And I can’t fly, so I could still fall. Falling is a legitimate fear for me.”

Oliver laid his coat on the table and dropped into the seat next to Clark. “Have you ever considered that’s because you fell out of the sky the first time you traveled in any kind of non-ground transportation?”

“Maybe,” Clark agreed, the urge to laugh competing with an unexpected feeling in his stomach at the sight of Oliver’s teasing grin.

“Well, I can almost guarantee that we won’t crash if you do want me to fly you somewhere.” Oliver cocked his head to one side and gave Clark a considering look. “I bet you haven’t been to Italy.”

Italy.

Given all his experience with billionaires and their indulgence of their own expensive whims, Clark knew he should be used to this kind of proposed expedition, but it shocked him every single time. What a life it must be to take vacations to Europe without a second thought or even the hint of a plan.

Still, it was exhilarating, that kind of freedom and spontaneity. If there were any red kryptonite around, Clark knew he’d have agreed to go on the spot. Anything to run away from real life.

Instead, without any chemical enhancement in the vicinity, Clark thought about the story he was supposed to be researching, about the chores at the farm that needed to be done because he was the only one there to do them, about all the anonymous people who would need his help in Metropolis while he was gone, and finally about a twelve-year-old girl with blond hair and lips that tasted of strawberry who became the best friend anyone could ever have. And then he looked Oliver in the eye and said, “Get me back by Monday and you’ve got yourself a passenger.”

Strangely, Oliver didn’t look surprised. Pleased, maybe—a spark igniting somewhere behind his eyes—but not surprised. “Well, alright. Italy it is.”

“But back by Monday,” Clark insisted, the demon of responsibility shouting loudly in his ear.

Oliver nodded solemnly. “Monday. Cross my heart.” He stood to go call the pilot and have a flight plan filed, and Clark watched him as he walked away, taking long, confident strides even within the confines of the plane.

On Monday, he would tell Oliver about Chloe and how she was safe, now, from the dangers and pain of his damned secret. She wouldn’t remember what she’d lost. There was something indescribably horrifying about having the power to take away someone’s memories, and Clark had had to face too many people who had suddenly forgotten what they knew about him for him ever to feel comfortable using a power like that. He knew what it was like to lose the memory of something and someone, and it made his skin crawl to do that to someone else. He hoped he’d never have to do it again. But Chloe would be out of harm’s way, and Clark would let Oliver know that she was out, no longer a part of any secret league of justice, and that no one was to tell her anything about it..

Chloe would be safe. She would be free.

And Clark would admit all of that on Monday.

But not yet. First, he would take the first real vacation of his life—a spur-of-the-moment one, no less, and with Oliver Queen, of all people—and maybe he would even try to decipher that spark in Oliver’s eyes and see if he could make it appear again. Maybe he would learn some Italian and eat too much gelato and do crazy, stupid things just to make Oliver smile and himself laugh, because he couldn’t remember the last time something made him laugh.

Monday and hard truths and unflinching reality would come soon enough.

None of it ever stopped.

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Thats nicely done. A little story that conveys quite a lot, and really does an excellent job of describing our beloved SV Clark Kent.

I'd love to see something like this play out on the show itself. :)

Thanks! It started out as just a couple of introspective!Clark thoughts about Chloe forgetting, and then I wanted Oliver himself to show up. It didn't quite work out, but oh, well. *g*

Boy, is that true! Truth does stick around and always bites you in the ass.

And Monday always comes. In the meantime, the weekend's there to be enjoyed. :)

Hee. I wanted Clark to have a weekend for once. Maybe for the last time, but at least he'll have had one.

I'm not really here, but I checked in and saw this, and since it was you writing, it pulled me in for a minute--

This is a wonderful story. I haven't even seen the last few SV episodes (though I do know what happened to chloe) and I loved this story. LOL The paragraph that begins, "But not yet. First, he would take the first real vacation of his life—a spur-of-the-moment one, no less, and with Oliver Queen, of all people..." is my favorite. It really does capture the melancholy hopefulness of the SV Clark Kent, IMO.

I do think you should write something about the vacation in Italy. :) I love Italy, and thinking of Clark there with Oliver--well, you just have to satisfy this craving, mon ami!

Bravo!

I haven't even really seen the last few episodes. I turn the TV on when it's time for SV and then it's usually cringeworthy enough for me to flip to other channels for a while or leave it on as background noise and read or do something else.

But the thing with Chloe got my attention, enough for me to write this, and I'm glad you liked it. As for the vacation in Italy...I confess it's highly unlikely I'll be writing that. But there is a tiny chance I might write their return. Maybe. Tiny. ;)

Aww, I know you said not to expect much but this was everything I could've wanted and more! It was so sweet and I love the way you write those two!

Clark and Ollie going on vacation together makes me happy.

Oliver laid his coat on the table and dropped into the seat next to Clark. “Have you ever considered that’s because you fell out of the sky the first time you traveled in any kind of non-ground transportation?”

LOL Great explanation by Ollie! That's a unique take on it all. :)

Wonderful job! I hope you don't mind me adding this to my Clark/Oliver list. I know I ask every time but I like to make sure. :D

*hugs you*

Getting a comment from you is like getting a big, fat parcel in the mail. It makes me happy even before I open it, and then you always say the nicest things and leave me with this fantastic warm glow for a few hours. I'm so happy you liked this fic.

And you go right ahead and add it to your list. I'm a huge supporter of rec lists for making it easier to find fics, and I'm honoured whenever you include me. You never need to ask if you have my permission - because you always do - but I don't mind at all if you ask each time, either.

I loved this. I really, really loved this. You have so much feeling in here, and it's all so real to the characters. Just...I loved it. :) Sorry, I'm not more eloquent. lol

It was fantastic.

Thank you so much!

Sometimes SV!Clark drives me crazy with his repeated mentioning of his 'secret,' and his inconsistent behaviour, and his self-righteousness. And sometimes I stop and think about what it must be like to have all that power and know that you have to do something monumental with it - be it good or bad. Add in an unhealthy amount of guilt and an overdeveloped sense of responsibility, and I can actually sympathize with the guy.

somehow you make me feel sorry, and yet still hating clark a bit for all the truth that he thinks he has to take away from his friends to protect them!
this was cool!

Thanks! It's a terrible power to have: the ability to take someone's memories away from them. Where do you draw the line?

Oh, Clark... *pets him* this was perfectly bittersweet, hon! I'm glad you had him feeling uneasy about what he did to Chloe (it was a douchy move on his part, IMO), and seeking out the company of someone who *does* still know his secrets. Ollie's a great guy to have around, in that capacity. Of course, the jet and the spontaneous trips to Italy don't hurt either. ^_~

*applauds*

*grins* Thank you.

I'm a little obsessed with Superman's Kiss of Lethe, and to have it show up in Smallville, albeit tweaked more than a little, made me very happy. Making that decision to erase someone's memories, however well-intentioned it may be and regardless of how that will protect them, is a horrifyingly significant act. To do it without their permission is appalling, and yet it does have some positive consequences for the 'victim.'

In the original Superman films, Lois all but asks Clark to make her forget because it's just too painful. Chloe would never make that request, which changes things quite a bit, but the significance of the act remains the same, regardless. I don't agree with Clark's decision, but I can see where he's coming from and why he makes it.

Aww, Clark is the most depressed alien ever. But he always seems to bring it on himself! Well, hopefully some shenanigans with Oliver will put things in perspective, and at least put a smile on his face. And hopefully Oliver won't be too mad that Clark took away his Watchtower! (which was really my first concern--Chloe's mindwipe doesn't only affect Clark, it affects something bigger than he is)

Nice story!

Yeah, Clark's just a big bundle of joy, isn't he?

I was actually thinking, before Chloe's mind-wipe and loss of the Brainiac 'sludge,' that she might turn into Clark's AI. It would have been a great way to side-step the issue of Jor-El and get Superman an unbiased AI for his Fortress, and it would have explained Chloe in terms of the larger Superman myth and how she can have such a huge role in the Smallville series and yet be an entirely new character.

But, alas, 'twas not to be.

This is a really nice story^^ And it feels good to have Clark having faith in Oliver!;)

Thank you! I think Clark needs to have faith in someone, because he's known too many people who have betrayed him, willingly or not.

Oliver Queen’s introduction is one of the few moves which brought me back to the Smallville fandom this month. After a multi-year hiatus, I decided to rent seasons five and six from my local library. I’ve adored Justin Hartely’s portrayal of the Green Arrow from the moment I laid eyes on him. If I remember correctly, I primarily stopped watching Smallville after the season two episode titled “Heat” in which Clark’s gender-inclined thoughts = heat vision. At the time, the creators’ decision was just way too cheesy and laughable for me to have faith in the later episodes. For now, I’m happy to be back and more willing to overlook the eye-roll worthy moments in Smallville’s production. The Clexlana triangle, for example, personally brings the show down for me, but not enough that I’ll abandon it outright.

Any-who, you’re a truly wonderful writer. Whether it be the television show or book series, I can only wish we had more people like you working on Smallville’s foundation. Pick Yourself Up; Dust Yourself Off; Start All Over Again offers great insight into Clark Kent’s daily lifestyle. And what a rather depressingly oriented lifestyle it is. I’m actually kind of surprised I read this because I usually gravitate toward the sweet and simple fanfics. *laughs* When it comes to Smallville slash, I usually bail out pretty quickly before I end up drowning in the deluge of Clex centered posts. Clark/Lex just doesn’t work for me. Maybe I’m just determined to read any an all Collie plots I come across because there are so few of them. My other two likes consist of Whitney/Lana and (unrequited) Lana/Clark.

All in all, this is a great piece of work. However, the following lines stood out above the rest for me.

1. But Clark didn’t want to say it all out loud, not yet, and he didn’t want to admit that he came here because Oliver was officially the last person still in his life who knew the truth about him. It was a selfish thought, the plaintive and grasping neediness of a child, and it invited a self-pitying depression in which he didn’t want to wallow anymore.

2. That was the thing about truth, good or bad: it didn’t go anywhere. Truth waited. It stuck around or it hid until it came back to bite you in the ass, but it never went away.

3. And there was the other thing about truth, or at least about the truth and Clark Kent: judging by the expression on Oliver’s face, it was apparent yet again that Clark had been absent the day they handed out the ability to lie convincingly.

4. Maybe if he offered up a few more secrets, Oliver would stay longer—that seemed to be the currency for friendship, in Clark’s experience.

Thank you. I think Justin Hartley's Oliver is the only thing that kept me watching Smallville. And I still can't watch an episode all the way through without doing something else or changing channels during all the parts that make me cringe. :( But there's definitely something very appealing about Clark/Oliver, not least because I think they could really be happy together, unlike Clark and Lex, in my opinion.

I don't know if you're watching the current season at all, but there is a fantastic moment in the most recent episode that makes me want to write Clark/Oliver again.

I think the latest episode was named “Crossfire”. *laughs* I ended up channel surfing through that episode too, so there was no Clark/Oliver moment for me. Oh well. Everything just seems to come off as either really dark or depressing, so I rarely watch t.v. or movies nowadays. Seriously, I fail to see how all these crime dramas and medical-related shows can significantly differ from one another. I wish for some funny yet wholesome-y goodness!

Heck, if I think about it, Smallville is the only series I try to watch on a regular basis, but; more often than not, I’ll revert back to my “I’ll see it when I see it” sort of mentality. Callum Blue’s role as Zod is something I’m still looking forward too though because I watched Superman II the other night. However, I cannot gauge how long my interest will survive … *shrugs* I’m more inclined to watch the box-set for each season. I guess I just want everything at once, but my wallet cries enough already, so I’m thankful for my library’s stock.

The two big problems, in my opinion, with Smallville surround its focus and maturity. Clana was dragged on for far too long; and - Bam! - when you think Clark’s finally going to move on you’re hit with the Clexlana triangle. As I’ve stated before, I like Clark/Lana’s characters (and a pretty good chunk of Smallville’s cast), but enough was enough. She didn’t need to tower over the show just because she was his childhood sweetheart. This is one of the problems that irks me about Chloe’s inclusion in the story too. Often, she gets way more screen-time than is necessary.

Now, compared to other couples, I don’t think it would be much of a stretch to see Clark/Oliver together and happy to boot. Their union doesn’t get a completely random or “wha … ?” type of reaction from me as ninety-six percent of the slash pairs I come across do. They’ve helped each other grow, so I’d obviously like you to spread the Clark/Oliver love when your inspiration strikes.

The Clark/Oliver moment in the ep is very, very short, a blind-and-you'll-miss-it kind of thing, but oh, it sparked me.

And I agree with you 100% about the dragging on of the Clark/Lana. Clark would get over her, things would be fine, and then it was like the writers didn't have any other ideas so they'd drag out that old, tired storyline and suddenly Clark would be pining again. Enough, already. And the show's worship of Lana Lang, when she wasn't even that interesting a character after a few years, irritated me to no end. As for Chloe, I like her a lot, but now they've got Lois to fill the role of Lois (the way Chloe used to), and they don't seem to know what to do with Chloe anymore.

WOW. This may be short but it is spot on.

It truly conveys the conflict within our Clark and I love that Oliver is the one he turns to and who is more than willing to reach out to him.

Italy... how you tease us!! :D Did you ever write a sequel, I wonder...

Thanks. I don't really like this one, unfortunately; I think it is definitely not reflective of my best work. But I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway, because that makes me happy!

...sadly, I did not write a sequel, and as I've pretty much stopped writing this pairing, I doubt I ever will.

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