Bart shook his head, trying to get rid of some of the drowsiness that clouded over him, "Ok, no pissing about. What's going on?" Bart demanded, suddenly loosing his boyish charm.
Ollie nodded, "Take a look at this." He turned away from Bart and looked at the computer screen.
Bart walked over and sat at the computer, Ollie stood over him, he lent over the boy to use the mouse to click on a video clip. "We can't see what happens, but we're hoping you can." Bart opened his mouth to ask "see what?" but closed it abruptly.
Ollie pressed the play button and suddenly Bart understood. To Ollie and Chloe this four second piece of film looked like Clark staring at something, incredibly surprised, approaching him and then vanishing in a blur of colour. To Bart it was completely different. "Oh my god." Bart gasped, his eyes wide with shock.
"You saw what or who it was?" Ollie asked excitedly.
"No shit, Sherlock." He replayed the clip, his hands were shaking. The figures on the screen went blurry, partly with his disbelief and partly because of his exhaustion. That's impossible. No, it just can't be. "If you want me to look at this you're going to have to get me a Coke or let me sleep, I can't concentrate, I don't think I'm seeing this right."
Chloe sighed, "Come on, Coke's not going to help and you know it. Go and sleep for a few hours." He could see how painful it was for her to wait a few more hours but he needed it. He sighed and turned to the sofa. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the arm rest.
Chloe turned her face away from the boy, "Do you think he'll help us?"
"Would he be here if he's not going to?" Ollie replied watching the clip again, wondering why he had reacted in the way he did. "You should go and sleep too." Before she could react he added, "Everything will be ok, I promise." Ollie looked at the woman and she gave in. His good looks could make anyone's will bend. Chloe turned and walked into one of the many spare bedrooms.
Ollie sighed guiltily and looked at the boy. I shouldn't have been so quick to disregard him. Ollie stood up and poured himself a scotch, he looked down at the peaceful figure on his couch, What did he see? The man turned back to the computer and decided to try and slow the clip down once again, Fivteenth time lucky.
The dream Bart had was different to his usual, in the few hours that he slept on Ollie's sofa. Clark's face was in his dream but this time he was saying how pleased he was with Bart. This time the figure that haunted his dream was himself. He was running from an older version of himself.
After a while Ollie heard Bart stir. He turned to see Bart move to sit up in one orange blur as he took in his surroundings. Bart smiled at his friend as he realised where he was and looked around the lair, "Where's Chloe?"
Ollie rolled his eyes, "Asleep."
Bart thought about how nice it would have been if they had slept in the same bed together, it cheered him up greatly, he grunted and rubbed his eyes. Ollie moved so he could sit at the computer, he had an eager look in his eyes. Bart sat down unwillingly. He played the clip again. "I need to get a drink." Bart said after watching it, he rose and rushed into the kitchen.
"Bart?" Ollie followed Bart. The boy was staring out of the kitchen window. "Bart what's wrong? What was it?" There was a slight confused edge to his voice.
Bart looked at his friend and then at the floor considering whether or not to tell Oliver the truth. "You mean who was it."
"Well?" Ollie became worried. Was it Lex, no, it can't be, Bart isn't scared of him.
"It's me." He stated, quietly. Chloe walked into the kitchen and raised her eyebrows at Ollie who had a mixture of anger, confusion and sadness on his face.
I know it's short but it seemed to come to a natural finish, I will make up for it eventually. I hope you liked. Please review! It would mean a lot.