Disclaimer: I don't own anything Smallville. I just use the characters in my twisted story ideas.
Sequel to Summer Love. Also found here on Fanfiction.
Summary: Clark wakes from his coma only to be used by Oliver. Lana finds out and goes to win her man back. It won't be easy as Clark finds his way.
Rating: R for language, violence, and some sexual content.
Prologue
"Mr. Oliver, Clark Kent is awake," The nurse said to the tall blonde.
He looked up from his laptop that he was typing furiously on.
"Thank you," He said closing his computer and standing from his chair in the waiting room.
He was just about ready to leave for the night. He put everything back into his case and walked back to Clark's private room. He could only imagine the mind state of his foster brother. He opened the door slowly and stepped into the room. Clark looked up to him from his bed.
"Oliver?" Clark asked, his brows furrowed together in confusion.
"Clark," He said nodding and setting his bag down. "You have no idea how great it is that you're awake."
"How long have I been out? And where am I?" Clark asked looking to him for answers. Was it possible that Clark didn't remember anything? It was understandable that he wouldn't know how long he was in a coma but he'd been to this hospital before.
"You've been in a coma for four years. You're in Smallville," Oliver answered moving over to Clark's side.
Clark stared numbly at him. He could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. He could have been worried about Lana. Concerned with Lex and if the bald man was in jail.
"Four years?" Clark asked. Oliver could hear the numbness in his voice. He was trying to process that information. "Why am I not in Metropolis? Why would they bring me to Smallville?" Clark asked. Maybe he didn't remember. But how much did he remember?
"What's the last thing you recall?" Oliver asked hoping to figure out everything.
"I remember doing a job for Edge. I remember Metropolis and the club. Everything else is a blank," Clark said still staring at the wall.
"That was longer than four years ago. It seems you have amnesia," Oliver said holding back his smile at his opportunity.
"What's happened?" Clark asked.
A knock was at the door and the nurse stepped in. "The doctor would like to look you over, Mr. Kent. Mr. Queen, can I have a word?" The nurse asked. He nodded and stepped out.
"Did Mr. Kent mention what he remembers?" The nurse asked once the doctor stepped in and closed the door.
"It seems he doesn't remember the past, maybe, six years," He answered. The nurse nodded and waited for the doctor to step out. She filled him in and he nodded before turning to him.
"Mr. Queen, its common for coma patients to suffer from amnesia after they wake. The best thing for Mr. Kent would be to take him to places that he visited normally before slipping into the coma. Bring him around people that love him. It would be wise to not feed him information that would overload his brain. It would be a possibility that he could slip back into the coma," The doctor explained.
"Thank you. Is he cleared to leave?" He asked looking back at Clark.
"I want to run a few more tests and make sure everything is functioning properly. He should be cleared in about a week. He'll need to do physical therapy considering he hasn't moved in four years. You can go back in and keep him company while we inform the wife," The doctor said.
"No. I'll call Mrs. Kent. It would be easier to hear from me," He said looking back at the doctor.
He looked at Oliver with confusion but raised his eyebrows and nodded. "If you believe that to be best. I'll be back shortly." Oliver watched as he left down the hall. He turned and walked back into Clark's room.
"How you doing, Clark?" Oliver asked.
"I'm a bit stiff and confused. You know I hate hospitals," Clark said. He'd been moved to sitting up.
"I know. As soon as they're done with their tests and you're cleared I'm going to take you back to the pent house," Oliver said folding his arms.
"The pent house? Was I living with you?" Clark asked.
Oliver thought a minute. He could use this to his advantage. He'd been dreaming of taking over Luthorcorp and Clark was his way to get that. "You were. It was close to business. You preferred it that way," He lied.
"Business?" Clark asked.
"I can't tell you much," He answered.
"Just give me the basics," Clark said.
"Well, you're heir to the Luthor fortune. You were running Luthorcorp," Oliver said.
"How did I become heir?" Clark asked.
"Lex Luthor adopted you. When you got everything and turned 18 you broke away from
him and he didn't like it. He shot you and put you in the coma," He answered.
"Lex Luthor. What happened to him?" Clark asked. Oliver saw something flash behind his eyes. He very well could have remembered something about Lex but he seemed to still want to know what he could.
"He's behind bars for attempted murder. He won't be getting out in this lifetime," He answered. Clark nodded and continued staring at the wall. He stood quiet and waited for the next move.
"So when can I get out of here and get back to living?" Clark asked.
"As soon as I can get you out of here, Clark," He answered.
"Outside of this room, its Kal," Clark said.
"I know. I won't call you Clark in public," He stated with a smile.
"Good. The sooner we're out of here the better," Clark said.
"I'll see what I can do," He said before walking out of the room.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang twice before it was answered with a 'yes'.
"Lionel. It's Oliver. Clark is awake," Oliver said.
"And how is my grandson doing?" Lionel asked.
"He has amnesia," Oliver answered.
"So, I take it you will be following the plan we set up for this situation," Lionel said.
"Yes. I'll be staying here with him until he's cleared," Oliver responded.
"Very well. I'll have things prepped and then I'll be on my way to a nice long vacation," Lionel said.
"I'll take care of things here," Oliver said with a smile.
"Ah, what of Mrs. Kent. I'm sure Lana won't be happy to hear that you've taken her husband and not informed her," Lionel said.
Oliver could hear the smile on his face, "No worries Mr. Luthor. She won't find out he's awake. She's just now let him go. She's too busy mourning to notice him gone."
"Good. I'll see you soon Oliver," Lionel said.
The line clicked dead. Oliver put his phone back in his pocket and turned to the window of Clark's room. Pulling this off was going to be difficult. Especially if Clark started to get his true memories back. Hopefully he would fulfill his plan before that happened.