Opposite Eventually Attract

Final Destination

His mind was a bit hazy. The last thing he could remember before he recovered his senses was warmth starting at his lips and spreading throughout his entire being. The touch was light, and soft, and entirely too brief, but regardless of its hesitation, there was no denying the raw emotion behind it. However, what it translated to was something Bruce was not able to fully comprehend or rather, couldn't comprehend.

"Clark?" He managed to murmur, his body still a bit stunned. The lost look on Bruce's face was priceless.

"Heh, I thought for sure you were going to hit me," Clark chuckled softly his smile a mix of somber relief.

"I..." Bruce murmured just before a sharp tint of blue returned to his eyes. "Explain."

"I'm sorry Bruce," Clark apologized while staring at the ground thoughtfully. "I just, I figured at the rate things were going, it didn't matter what I did anymore. Regardless of what I try, I just can't seem to do right by you."

Clark dropped his shoulders and finally relinquished his hold on Bruce. "So I guess that means I mine as well just give it up and be completely honest now."

Bruce continued to stare quietly at Clark who was now pacing the rooftop. "Bruce, I was never upset with you, well maybe at the moment I am. I mean, you had me worried sick. Why are you so damn stubborn?"

Bruce clenched his jaw in response. Realizing he was losing him, Clark shook his head and regained focus. "Okay, this is not what I want to say. It's just, I don't know what I would do if I lost you again."

Bruce's gaze faltered a bit as Clark looked back at him revealing the full extent of his worry. "That's why I have been acting the way I have. The avoidance, the uncomfortable smiles, it was because..." Clark paused for a moment as though he were debating whether to say his next words. "It's because being around you makes me miserable. "

"What? Why?" Bruce questioned with more panic then intended.

Once again a fake empty smile appeared on Clark's face, but the pure emotion pooling in his deep blues left little for him to hide behind. "Bruce, it's because I am so hopelessly in love you with you right now, it hurts."

"Clark?"

Once again, Bruce was in a complete state of shock as he listened to Clark as though he were speaking another language. It wasn't that he couldn't translate his words, but at the same time, everything felt incredibly foreign.

"I am not sure when it happened, but I think I have loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it till now. You were right, I already knew you considered me your friend, and I know the reason you don't want to say it out loud. I know you think you have some stupid curse, and that anyone you care about is doomed."

Clark balled up his hand and lightly swung his fist to his side. "Damnit, Bruce, you aren't the selfish one. I am."

Bruce finally stopped staring past the other hero and looked up at Clark with question.

"I truly do respect your feelings, and I never meant to force myself on you, but you were right. I pushed my friendship onto you. It was all I could do to get closer, and I should've just been happy with that, with the way things were between us. Now I'm sure I've ruined everything."

For a moment Clark stopped talking, but Bruce still couldn't find any words to reply with. After taking a moment to gather his next thoughts, Clark continued to speak.

"You asked me what more I wanted, and when I realized I wanted more than friendship, it was at that moment I recognized just how much I love you, but I knew that was something I could never tell you. I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship. After all we have been through. I don't want to lose you."