Smallville
Title: Life, Love, And Destiny
Author: Chlark4ever92
Genre: Sci-Fi (this IS a Smallville fic after all)/Drama/Romance
Pairings: Will change as the story progresses. Will eventually be Chlark.
Rating: K+
Spoilers: Nothing major, except for Vessel.
Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to the WB which is soon to be the CW. I only own Martin, because one, he is just a figment of my imagination that has somehow gotten into my little story here, and two, I'm only thirteen so unfortunately I have no money to own something not made up. Well…I've just officially depressed myself… Disclaimer goes for all chapters of the story.
Summary: This story shows the process of Clark realizing and accepting his destiny. Along the way he learns a lot about himself, and how the people in his life are connected with his destiny. He realizes who will always be there for him, and who his real enemies are. I'm bad at summaries, but just give it a shot, please. You won't regret it!
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A/N: Thanks once again to all my reviewers! This is the longest chapter so far! Well not by much...like fifty words, but that's still something, right? Before you read this chapter I just want to say this-I once read an author's note from another story that I can't think of right now. It said "I'm not just pulling this stuff from where the sun don't shine." Well…I am. I had major writers block for this chapter, and I must have rewritten it at least five times. Now I'm finally happy with it. Just don't expect any of this to happen on the season premiere, because obviously me and the writers of the show don't share the same plot ideas. Because if they did, Clark would realize what a great woman Chloe is. But since the writers won't do that, I will. Also, this was originally going to be one chapter, but I split it up into two chapters. Okay, now that that has been said, READ, REVIEW, AND ENJOY!
Life, Love, And Destiny
Chapter 5: Choices
The eyes of Lionel Luthor frosted over from their normal color to just white nothingness. He looked around seeming to take in his surroundings before striding confidently through the mobs of rioters.
Several people began taking swings at him as he went, but that didn't seem to faze him. He let the hits bounce off of him. It didn't hurt him after all.
After walking a short distance he made his way into a dark, deserted alley way. He squinted as his eyes moved from one end of the passageway to the other, scanning it. When he was sure he was alone, and out of sight, he took off with a whoosh, and began running faster than a speeding bullet, towards Smallville.
Seconds later he was in the Kiwatche caves. Resuming his powerful stride, he began towards the secret room. Upon reaching the center of the small room, his eyes rested on the small octagonal key that was in the slot of the console. He removed it from its place, and then slid it back in. A blinding whiteness enveloped the entire room, and its light even reached out into the main caves.
Lionel's face wore a determined look as he was transported to the icy fortress, nestled in a secluded area of the arctic. Not wasting any time he made his way to the opposite end of the fortress, and placed his hand on the smooth wall.
Three small indents the size of golf balls appeared, forming a triangle around his hand. He then made his way to the center of the fortress, and pulled out three crystals. Returning to his previous spot, he placed each of the crystals into the indents in the wall, one at a time. As soon as all of the crystals were securely in place, Lionel took a step back.
The crystals suddenly began glowing. The first one glowed a vivid red. The second one was a bright yellow. And the third one was a deep blue. After a few seconds they merged with the wall, and seemed to disappear. Lionel took another step back, and after a moment the wall became transparent, and then just vanished all together, as if it had never been there, revealing a large room.
Lionel began walking to the center of the room, where a platform in the shape of a circle was. It was the same size as the console back in the secret room of the caves, but this one was made of ice, not stone.
Along the sides of the platform there were twenty-six Kryptonian symbols. Upon reaching it, Lionel pressed the palm of his hand on many of the symbols, spelling out a word that translated to English would spell 'Kal-El'. Stepping back from the platform, Lionel then just stood there patiently, and waited.
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Clark wanted to scream.
He wanted to scream so loud that it would break down the translucent walls of this prison.
He needed to get back to Earth. He had to make sure his mother was alright. Lois, Lana...Chloe.
Chloe.
She had…kissed him. And he had kissed her back.
Did that mean that he liked her?
"No, no that's not possible. I can't like my best friend. Well I did, but that was years ago. But then why did I kiss her back? Do I…"
He heard the laughter begin echoing in his head again, breaking him out of his thoughts, and he was reminded that he was not alone.
He had the sudden urge to scream again at the top of his lungs again.
He needed Chloe. She always kept him grounded.
Suddenly a sharp pain pierced through his body. Falling to the ground, he grabbed his chest in agony. His heart felt like it was on fire.
He had never experienced this kind of pain before. It wasn't like the pain that he felt around Kryptonite. This was different.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of anything that would block out the pain. He thought of his mother, and her fresh baked cookies. He thought of Lois and him bantering.
He thought of Chloe.
They had been through so much together, but for some reason his mind rested on the kiss that they had shared only hours before. The question entered his thoughts again, but he tried to push it away. He just…he couldn't like Chloe. He just couldn't.
The pain stopped abruptly, and Clark opened his eyes. As he did this, his thoughts of Chloe were replaced with ones of relief, then confusion, and finally realization, when his eyes rested on Lionel Luthor.
Jor-El.
He looked down. He was laying on some sort of circular platform made of ice. Looking up he realized that he must be in some room of the fortress that he had never seen before.
He scooted to the edge of the platform, and slid off, his feet hitting the snowy floor.
"Kal-El, you have let your emotions block your judgment. You should have destroyed the vessel like I told you to."
Clark looked at him, and saw disappointment in his eyes.
"I-I couldn't kill him."
"You must. You have been given a second chance. There won't be a third. I suggest you use this chance wisely."
"I can't send an innocent person there! He hasn't done anything to deserve that!"
"But he will. I see darkness in his future. He will kill many people."
"Zod will. He won't! I-I just…I know he won't!"
"Even without Zod possessing him he won't be able to escape his destiny. Darkness has already overcome him. You can only run from your destiny for so long, before it catches up with you. If you don't defeat him now, he will become perhaps your greatest enemy. I suggest you kill two birds with one stone, Kal-El."
"But what if you're wrong? There's got to be another way!"
Jor-El sighed. "There is another way-"
Clark's eyes widened, and he looked at the man in front of him with urgency in every feature of his face.
"If you were to separate the two, then you could send Zod's spirit back to the Phantom Zone."
Clark looked at his birth father with a look of both relief, and anger. "Why didn't he tell me this before!" he thought to himself.
"How?" he asked urgently.
Jor-El reached into the front left pocket of Lionel's pants, and produced a small object. It was in the shape of a figure eight, and was the size of a quarter.
"Use black kryptonite to separate Zod from Lex's body. Then take this-" he said handing the object to Clark "-and press it through Zod's spirit straight through the heart. Once it is inside of him, make sure to back away at least ten feet. He will be sucked into the Phantom Zone, along with anyone near him."
Clark turned the object over several times in his hands, examining it, before looking up and glaring angrily at the man before him. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier!" Clark demanded furiously.
"Because, I know that if you had to choose between the two options that you now know, that you would choose the second one."
"So?" Clark asked, not seeing the point.
"If you choose the second option then you will be allowing Lex Luthor to be free to embrace his destiny, and more importantly…if you choose the second choice, Zod will only be sent to the Phantom Zone for one year, before he will be able to escape again. That is why just sending Zod to the Phantom Zone while he is still inside the vessel is the best thing to do."
Clark looked at him solemnly. "I-If I choose the second choice then how will I be able to defeat Zod in a year from now? Wouldn't it just be like prolonging the inevitable?"
"Yes…unless you stop running from your destiny, and train with me, Kal-El." Lionel's face wore a smug smile.
Clark's mind was spinning. He had to do it. People were in danger. He was needed. He had made his decision. The second choice was his only choice.
"Fine" Clark agreed. I'll train with you."
Jor-El smiled proudly. "Good choice, my son."
Clark still had one question. "After I send Zod back to the Phantom Zone, how long will this training take?"
"One year, but for you it will seem like only a few seconds." Jor-El replied.
Clark looked at him bleakly. He had to. He had to protect his planet. He had to protect all of the people he loved. Chloe would want him to. And with that, he was certain. He had to do this.
"Alright" he replied grimly.
Jor-El looked at his son with a look that Clark couldn't quite place. It was something akin to love, but it was gone so fast that Clark wasn't sure if he had just imagined it or not.
"Come with me, Kal-El" he told his son, motioning for him to follow, as he began walking back to the main room of the fortress.
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A/N: I threw in a little Chlark there. I know that you Chlark fans, like myself, want them together NOW, but due to the circumstances in this story that's not really possible. Besides a little angst never hurt anyone, especially when it has a happy ending. Don't worry, the Chlark will come. Like I said this was originally only half of the chapter, but I decided to split it up into two chapters. Thanks again to smallvillegirl92, Synch14, whobringsforththewind, and my anonymous reviewer pgata. I hope you guys continue to enjoy, and review this! And to all those silent readers out there (yes I can sense your presence, muwhahaha…ahem, yes, anyway) I hope you decide to leave a review this time around. It only takes a minute, and it makes my whole day. The next chapter will be up soon, and don't forget to…
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