Oliver knew he should have just stayed up. He'd fallen asleep on the tiny couch in his bedroom facing his bed. Clark had seemed okay, just unconscious. At least he had hoped so. Plus it wasn't like he could take Clark to see a doctor. When he woke up, though, Clark was gone.

He cursed before going into the other room, not sure what he should do now. He had already tried to call Clarks mother again last night after Clark had collapsed but she was a little unreachable at this point. He really wasn't sure how to handle this. He knew what Clark was and a few of the things he could do, but beyond that...

"Looking for me?" Oliver spun and almost let out a relieved breath that got caught in his throat when he took Clark in. Recovering, Oliver looked Clark over.

"Still not yourself, I see." He said, his voice calm even if he was a little nervous on the inside. He'd always been a good actor.

"What? You don't like it?" Clark asked, smile in place but there was something wrong with it. It wasn't the same one that he had seen on Clarks face several times since they had met and it wasn't the blinding, almost childish one he'd seen on Clark's face the night before. Clark stepped closer to him, coming face to face.

"I think you do." Smile still in place, Clark looked Oliver over before stepping closer, right into his personal space. "I think you like it a lot." Oliver stepped back when Clark reached for him.

"Okay, definitely not yourself." He said, a hint of nervousness getting into his voice despite his resolve.

"Myself." A thoughtful look came over Clarks face and he walked around the room idly. "You know, I've been thinking about that one and I think that myself isn't really cutting it." He turned back to Oliver and was suddenly crowding him again until he backed Oliver into the wall. Oliver stared into Clark's eyes and saw something that he never thought he'd see there.

"This whole saving people in between baling hay on the farm," Clark braced his hands on either side of Oliver and shook his head, "I've been thinking that maybe Lex had the right idea all along."

"Lex?" Oliver scoffed at that. "Yesterday you hated Lex, were in love with his girlfriend and wanted to save the world." He was backed into a wall and there was no way he would be able to get out if Clark didn't want him to, but that didn't mean he couldn't sound confident.

"People change."

"Not this much." Clark laughed again.

"Okay, maybe I haven't changed. Maybe I've improved." Bringing his hands away from the wall, Clark placed them on the sides of Oliver's face before crashing their lips together. It was a little violent and when Clark pulled back slightly he bit Oliver's lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Clark." Anger came to Oliver's voice. He may not have the powers that Clark had, but he wasn't helpless. At least he usually wasn't.

"Hey!" Clark spun at the sound of the voice coming from Oliver's doorway and Oliver looked over at the very familiar voice. Okay, so Oliver had been hanging around Clark for a while now so he was kind of used to the strange, but he figured even Chloe would be stunned at the sight before him.

"It's you." Clark sounded bored and he stepped a little bit away from Oliver, who was staring, still a little shocked at the sight of Clark also standing just inside his doorway.

"You shouldn't be doing this." This new version of Clark said, and god, did he sound timid? And maybe a little afraid? Oliver stared at the both of them and wondered if either one was actually Clark. The darker version walked calmly over to his twin and smiled.

"You know, I never much liked you." He said before grabbing the other one and throwing him across the room were he crashed into Oliver's table. He turned to Oliver on his way out.

"We'll finish this later." He said with a smile before disappearing out the door. Oliver stood a little frozen for a moment before heading over to, well, Clark, who was trying to pick himself up. Oliver knelt beside him and was once again shocked when he saw the blood running down the side of his head were it had banged off the table.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised with anything when it comes to you." He said, helping Clark into a sitting position. Clark actually pouted up at him and he thought their might even be tears in his eyes.

"That really hurt."

"I'll bet." He tilted Clark's head to the side to check out the wound. "Can you tell me what happened? Who are you?" Clark stared at him like he was stupid.

"What do you mean? We've known each other for a while now. I'm Clark."

"Of course you are." Oliver sighed before helping him up and sitting him down in one of the chairs. He got out his first aid kit and wiped away the blood.

"Clark, we're going to have to leave before your darker half decides to come back. Do you know how to get in touch with your mom?"

"Mom's working." Clark shook his head. "We should go to Chloe."

"Chloe? She knows your secret?"

"My secret?" Clark frowned in confusion for just a second before his face cleared. "She knows all my secrets. She's my best friend." Oliver nodded and hoped that that was true. "Not that your not really great too." Clark continued.

"It's fine, Clark."

"Good. I'm really glad we're friends." He said, beaming at Oliver, who couldn't help a smile in return.

"Me too." He said, standing and holding out a hand to Clark. "Alright. Let's go see Chloe."


Chloe wasn't sure what she expected but watching Oliver Queen walk into the Daily Planet closely followed by Clark wasn't one of them. Okay, so she knew that they were friends, but she had only met Oliver once herself. She wondered idly how Clark attracted all these billionaires.

"Ms. Sullivan." Oliver said, walking over to her. Chloe frowned. She thought he actually looked a little nervous which she didn't think happened to often.

"Uh, call me Chloe." She said, glancing at Clark who smiled at her.

"If you call me Oliver." He answered before turning to Clark. "Uh, Clark? Why don't you sit down for a minute?" Clark turned his smile on Oliver and the look in his eyes was more like hero worship than Chloe had ever seen.

"I'm just going to talk to Chloe here for a minute." Clark frowned but nodded. Chloe, frowning herself followed Oliver to one of the other rooms were they could both still see Clark, sitting at her desk.

"Okay, so I'm really hoping that what Clark told me before we came over here is true and he does tell you everything." Oliver said as soon as they were out of earshot. Chloe stared at him, her mouth open for a moment before she recovered.

"What are you talking about?" Oliver let out a frustrated breath.

"Look, I'm going to go out on a limb here on this one because honestly? I am way out of my league and I can't get a hold of Mrs. Kent."

"Oh my god!" Chloe let out a disbelieving breath. "You know, don't you?"

"Kind of found out." He glanced over at Clark. "The point is, I went to see Clark the other night and he wasn't exactly acting like himself. He got sick and collapsed at my apartment and the next night."

"What?" Chloe's mind churned a little bit.

"Yeah, I kind of thought that was impossible myself. But this day just keeps getting more and more strange."

"How much do you know about Clark?" She asked finally, frowning in thought.

"I know what he is. I know what he can do. Beyond that..." Oliver trailed off for a moment. "He hasn't been acting himself though. I may not have known him as long as you, but I know that."

"Yeah." Chloe said, looking over at Clark, who was still sitting in her chair. "That really isn't Clark."

"Yeah, well. I'm assuming the guy in black who came to my apartment this morning and threw around this one after declaring that maybe Lex was in the right all along wasn't either."

"Wait, what? Your saying his personality shifted that fast?"

"No." Oliver shook his head, his eyes displaying his shock from earlier before they went back to being calm. "I'm saying that there is two of them." Chloe stared at him and hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth again. She really didn't have a choice though and Clark seemed to actually trust Oliver. She just prayed that it wasn't misplaced like it had been with Lex.

"There's some other things you should know."


"What are you doing here?" Lex asked as soon as he walked into the manor and caught sight of Clark standing to the side of the room.

"What? I can't visit old friends?" Lex walked past Clark. "We haven't been friends for a while now, Clark." He said, sitting down in behind his desk.

"I did say old friends." Clark said, sitting down across from Lex.

"What is it this time, Clark?" He asked. "Did you come here to accuse me of something?"

"No." Clark smiled before turning into a thoughtful frown and tilting his head to the side. "Do you remember a couple of years back? You were doing an experiment in the lab when an explosion happened and then we had two different versions of Lex Luthor walking around."

"I told you then Clark I didn't remember anything. Why bring that up now?"

"I think you know." Clark leaned forward smiling a little. "I think your the reason I'm here in the first place."

"I think this is the part were I tell you I don't know what your talking about and ask you to leave, isn't it?" Clark laughed.

"Don't worry, Lex. I'm not here to fight and trust me you wouldn't win anyways. I'm here to take you up on your offer." Lex raised an eyebrow.

"And what offer would that be?"


Up to this point, they hadn't really clarified whether or not Oliver knew that Chloe knew so I just went with it this way.