Sorry for the long wait on this guys. I had people over for spring break and haven't had time to write for over a week.

I changed the genre on this and need to change the name too. This story took a completely different direction than I had intended when I posted it. This is the last chapter though. I didn't ever intend on this being an epic even after it changed directions on me. Hope you like it.

Oliver fingered the black box nervously. From what Chloe said, it should do anything to him like this, but you never knew. The rock inside was rather small. and the box fit inside his pocket.

He set down the green kryptonite beside Clark, who was asleep on the bed again and walked out to the balcony, his nerves jumping a little. If this didn't work...

"Miss me?" Oliver spun to face Clark.

"Your back." Oliver put his hands in his pockets, closing one around the little box. Clark smiled but his eyes darkened and he was suddenly right in front of Oliver. He grabbed both of his arms and held them in place.

"You know, if I were stupid, I'd be wondering why your here outside without the only thing that you know will keep me away." He forced Oliver's right hand out of his pocket and grabbed the small black box. He tilted his head to the side. "You know, I really thought you were smarter than this." He sighed and took a quick peek at the black meteor rock inside the box before shrugging and tossing it over the balcony.

"What's the deal here?" Clark asked, smirking slightly. "I mean, I know your smarter than that." Oliver tried to take a step back but Clark's grip on his arm kept him there.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid of me?"

"You should no by now, Clark. I'm never afraid."

"Oh, no, you are. Your just good at hiding it." Clark leaned in a little. "Is that failing you now? Why? Are you more afraid of me than those thugs you fight on the streets of Metropolis in your green leather? Is it because I'm not human, or is it something else?" He pressed his body against Oliver's. Clark grinned when Oliver swallowed and tried to step back again.

"I think we need to discuss a few things." Clark's gaze flickered briefly inside the room. "Alone."

Clark woke up slowly and frowned a little, looking around the room. Ollie wasn't there and he frowned a little trying to remember why and what Ollie had told him before he had fallen asleep.

Ollie was trusting with something important, though and Clark couldn't help the grin at that. He idly picked up the small meteor rock that Ollie had given him and got up. He didn't really understand what the small thing was supposed to do but Ollie said it was important and he trusted him.

He and Ollie had talked a lot actually and Ollie had said that he would know were he should go and had told him what he should do. There was no doubt for him. He trusted Ollie. His smile growing even more at the simple thought of Ollie he zipped out of the room.

Oliver couldn't help but to hold onto Clark tighter when he grabbed him and jumped off the balcony only to rise again at a speed that made everything around him blur. Before he knew it, they were flying into the Luthor mansion and Clark released him.

Oliver tried to stay upright on unsteady feat and had to fight to regain his composure. True, he had seen Clark do a lot of astounding things since they had met, but this was different. Even more astounding than the fact that Clark could get shot and walk away without even a bruise.

"So, you and Lex are shacked up?" He said after a moment when he was able to. Clark smirked at him, his eyes dark.

"Lex and I have an arrangement. I just needed to take care of a few things first." Oliver turned to him and was extremely grateful that he had learned to art of keeping his face from impassive.

"What sort of things?" Clark's eyes darkened further and he stepped up to Oliver.

"I made you an offer earlier, Oliver." Oliver rolled his eyes and stepped back.

"And I believe I gave you an answer then." Clark smiled but there was no humor in it.

"And I believe I told you, you don't really have a choice here."

"And how exactly are you going to force me into this? You really think I'm going to willingly stay?"

"No." Clark said, letting out a small chuckle. "I don't think you will."

"Then what? Your going to keep me locked up?" Oliver shook his head. "I really had no idea you were that pathetic." Clark's eyes flashed with anger, and Oliver knew he was getting into dangerous ground, but he couldn't help it. He was going to just sit back and let himself be intimidated, even if inside he was.

"Pathetic?" Clark asked, his voice lowering a little. Oliver nodded, a small smile coming to his face.

"So this is the only way that you can get someone? Lock them up or threaten them? What's next, payment?" For a moment, Oliver thought that Clark was going to attack him but then another smirk came to him.

"I don't think I really need to do any of those things to you, though. Come on, Ollie. I know you've been in love with Clark Kent for a while now."

"Your right." Oliver said boldly. "But your not Clark Kent. At least not totally. And don't call me Ollie. Only my friends call me that." For a split second, Clark just looked at him and then he was flying across the room and crashing into the opposite wall. His head connected pretty hard and Oliver lay there for several seconds, trying to get his bearings.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Clark said, walking over to him and kneeling beside him to watch him as he groaned and moved into a sitting position. "Your mine now." Oliver laughed as he sat up, staring at Clark.

"No, you don't get it. Forcing me to stay here doesn't make me yours." There was a flash of anger in Clark's eyes and then Clark was dragging him forward and to his feet by his throat.

"Don't hurt him!" Clark's eyes snapped up and he dropped Oliver at the sound of the voice. He turned to face the other version of himself.

"How the hell did you get here?" He asked, not looking to concerned. He didn't answer, just reached into his pocket and pulled out the kryptonite that Oliver had given him and super sped over to his darker half.

Oliver scooted back a little as he watched the small black meteor rock connect with his chest. He watched as both Clark's screamed and then had to look away as the thing ignited.

When Oliver looked back, he let out a breath of relief. Only one Clark there now, unconscious on the floor. Oliver crawled over to him and lifted his head a little.

"Clark?" Clark's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Oliver.

"Ollie?" Oliver smiled at the use of the nickname and nodded.

Clark stood nervously outside of Oliver's door, hesitating before opening it. He had basically run off when he had woken up. He and Oliver hadn't talked since. Oliver had saved his him, though. He was the one who figured out that not all of his powers were gone when he had split. He owed Oliver a lot.

With that came guilt, though. He still couldn't get what he had done to Oliver after splitting out of his head. It ate at him. He had talked briefly to Chloe and she had kept telling him that it was really him but he couldn't force himself to believe that totally. Taking a breath, he stepped into Oliver's apartment, catching sight of him sitting behind his desk.

"Hey." He said nervously.

"Hey, Clark." Oliver said, standing up. "How are you?"

"I think I'm the one who should be asking you that." Clark said, fidgeting slightly.

"It wasn't your fault, Clark." Oliver said, smiling a little. Clark smiled slightly, and shook his head.

"Thanks, Oliver. But it kind of was. It was still me." Oliver rolled his eyes.

"And so was the guy who didn't even know what the word bad meant. everyone has a dark side, Clark. Not sure everyone has that side, though." Clark smiled a little brighter at him before it fell and he shifted again and tried to get up the courage to do what he came here to do.

"I came to say thank you. I mean, what you did. You risked yourself for me." Oliver shrugged.

"Well, it's not like you haven't saved my ass before, Clark." Clark smiled briefly and fell silent. Oliver raised an eyebrow at him.

"Something else wrong, Clark?"

"It's just, well..." He trailed off for a moment. "I mean, you said something at the mansion that kind of stuck out to me." Oliver stopped, frowning.

"Wait, you remember everything?"

"Yeah, I do. And there was this thing you said, and I was kind of wondering if it was true. You know, what you said to my darker half before he decided to start throwing you around. Which by the way, I am very sorry for."

"I told you, I'm fine. As for your other question..." Oliver hesitated and took a breath. "It was the truth. I mean, I meant it." He was feeling a little bold at the moment. Besides, it wasn't in his nature to hide something like this, especially when someone asked him straight out.

"Really?" Clark asked, his eyes suddenly hopeful. He stepped closer to Oliver.

"Really." Clark closed the distance between them and this time the kiss was softer and more caring and totally Clark. He pulled back after a moment and gave Oliver a blinding grin.

"Good."

Alright, hope you guys liked this one. I'm thinking of posting a new one soon. I've got the basic idea down and part of the first chapter.