Pairing: Clark/ Bart Rating: R for language, though the story its self is pretty tame.
Warnings: language, slash Notes: Inspired by the last scene in the eps. Run. Bart is sooo different in Smallville, so I wrote this as a different way to use him, but incorprate some of Impulse and Kid Flash into his character.
Clark groaned as he rubbed at his aching head. Even though it seemed he was invulnerable, fights tended to give him headaches. His mom insisted they were stress headaches. Clark didn t care, he just wanted them gone.
He sat down in the loft for only a moment when suddenly someone was standing directly in front of him, nose touching nose.
Miss me?
Clark jumped back as it took him a moment for gather who it was.
Don t do that, Bart! Clark said.
Aww, did I startle Clarky? Yes, you did.
The speedster laughed and was suddenly sitting beside the super-powered teen.
You think you d be used to me popping up to see you. Bart said.
I am, mostly. I just have a headache. Clark said.
Bart raised an eyebrow. Clark Kent has a headache? Hey, I get headaches. So, what s up? Bart shrugged. Nothing much. Met someone the other day. Oh? Yeah, it s surprising how many people are out there with powers, for lack of a better word. I m limited to the aliens and affected by aliens variety. Yeah yeah yeah. But there are others with super strength, and I met this dude who can like change into animals and another dude who can like breath under water and shit, and this girl who can fly and lots of people. Lots of bad people? No. Lots of people doing good in the world. I was serious about that league thing, dude.
Bart nudged Clark, grinning. Clark couldn t help but grin back.
So, you came to tell me about the amazing adventures of Bart Allen- The Fastest Kid Alive? Nah, not really. Just wanted to see this super man that lives in Smallville. He pretty super? Pretty fucking super.
Clark laughed as Bart fiddled with his watch.
I got a place. Here in Kansas. Oh? Yeah, over in Keystone. You should come visit sometime. This nice lady she insisted on taking me in. Long story but Joan s really great. Joan, huh? Yeah, she sets boundaries and all that shit normal parents are always going on about. I don t mind because well, I don t know why I don t mind, honestly. Bart sighed. Sometimes I wonder if like there are many different universes. And if we all exist in those different universes with some of the same traits, but our lives just play out differently or something. Clark frowned. Why all the deep thinking, Bart? Bart shrugged. Don t know. I feel connected to Joan. And there is this girl named Carol that s 6, and I feel close to her even though she s only 6. And I just don t understand why. Clark grinned. Maybe it s because you ve slowed down long enough to let normal people into your life. Bart scoffed. Hey, I am normal. It s the rest of the world that s weird. That s a way to look at it.
They were quiet for a long moment, which Clark registered as being weird for Bart.
Bart? Bart looked at him. Where is your headache centered? Clark placed his hand over the spot between the bridge of his nose and right temple. It s fading now.
Clark barely registered his hand being moved and the quick kiss to the spot. It almost seemed that the other teenager hadn t moved, but Clark noticed the soft blush on Bart s cheek.
Bart? Sorry, that was a bit impulsive of me. Were the other times you showed up, kissed me, and left you just being impulsive?
Bart looked at his lap, taking a deep breath. Clark sighed, not expecting an answer.
I like you, Clark. A lot. Bart said.
Bart And you don t have to say anything because I know I m just your friend and I m find being that.
Clark took a deep breath before slowly reaching out and taking Bart s hand. Bart squeezed his eyes shut.
What if Clark sighed. What if I told you I liked you too?
Suddenly Clark was being thoroughly kissed. He gasped in surprise before gathering his wits and kissing back. The kiss ended far to soon as far as Clark was concerned.
Bart sighed, leaning his forehead against Clark s.
I d say we both know it could never work. Bart said.
Clark swallowed. Why not?
Clark didn t mean for it to come out sounding so helpless and watched as Bart s eyes grew even softer.
Because as much as I like you I know in my gut that it s not meant to be.
Clark closed his eyes tightly and felt Bart moving away. He opened them, trying to force the burning back, and saw the speedster looking out at the night sky.
I had a dream the other night, Clark. I rarely dream, so it was weird.
Clark didn t trust his voice at the moment so kept quiet.
In it you and I were born almost two-thousand years apart. Clark chuckled. Then how would you know me? Dude, I don t even know. What a weird dream. Yeah.
Bart sighed, turning to face the Kryptonian again.
I really am sorry, Clark I know, Bart. Don t worry, we ll always be friends. Just keep that impulse to kiss me down, because we can t kiss all the time. Bart frowned. Aww man
Clark smiled and Bart smiled back.
I ll let you get some rest. I ll come visit again soon. We should go do something one day. It ll be fun. Bart said.
Sure, Bart. Clark said.
Clark felt lips press quickly to his own, gone almost as soon as they came.
Bar- See ya, Clark.
Clark sighed and looked around the loft, alone. He rubbed his temple before deciding to just get ready for bed and leave this one conversation alone.