bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Destiny (Seven Days And Seven Nights) (Part 2)

Title: Destiny (Seven Days And Seven Nights) (Part 2) 
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne, Lana Lang, Rafe Lang/Alicia Lang, Dick Grayson
Genres: Drama, AU 
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: In a cottage-by-the-sea, Clark awaits his Destiny.
Date Of Completion: December 20, 2007
Date Of Posting: December 20, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1686 + 1163 (Total: 2849)
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday, jeannev  ! :) I was inspired by this wonderful icon you made for the 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge.I hope you don’t mind me using the icon but I wanted it to be a surprise. Enjoy! :)
Both parts can be found here. 

He dreamed of the man, whose lips curved into a small smile.


“I’ve waited for you for a very long time.”


“I don’t know you.”


“But you will.” He cocked his head. “You will live forever.” Eyes glowed as he shimmered. “Just like me.”


The Bat flew away, dark and regal, and Clark gasped.


& & & & & &


Clark awoke, limbs trembling and heart pounding, and he shivered as cold air blew over him.


The window!


He stumbled out of bed, glancing up at the castle before closing the window shut as the sound of the ocean’s waves rolled through, muffling as the window clicked in place.


Still shaking, Clark sat on the bed, running his hands through his hair.


He spied the new book on the nightstand.  Swallowing, he picked it up.


Legend Of The Bat.


He dropped the book as if it had burned him.


& & & & & &


Clark worked out in the fields, resolutely not looking up at the castle on the hill.


He went down to the beach instead after his chores, gazing out at the ocean.


That little boy in the painting…he had seemed…lonely?  Or searching for something.  So solemn for such a young child!  Didn’t he laugh and play like other children?  Was he lonely because he had no brothers or sisters?


Just as lonely as Clark was now?


He shook off his melancholy, casting off his clothes and diving into the sea. 


It was cold, but he felt temperatures less than humans.  He had no idea of where he was from or even what he was.  He had always tried to fit in.  Was he destined to be forever alone?  Because if a woman (or man, he had long ago admitted to himself, another secret that must be kept) ever found out about him, they would denounce him as a Witch.  He would not burn at the stake, because he could run away faster than they could catch him, but he would be a pariah amongst humans forever.


Heavy-hearted, he trudged back up to his cottage.


& & & & & &


On the sixth night, he dreamed of walking endlessly, alone and sorrowful, every village empty as he passed through, every field’s harvest rippling in the wind that whispered, “Destiny” to him.


& & & & & &


He woke up in a cold sweat.  Throwing the covers off, he went to get a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand when he heard it.




The voice was soft, blowing in through the window that was open.  Clark walked, shaking, to the window and looked out to the house on the hill.


He saw the long, black cape fluttering out behind the solitary figure on the parapet.


& & & & & &


Clark walked up the steps to the roof, the Manor quiet as he had passed through it.  He stepped out onto the parapet.


No one was there.


He gazed out upon the sea, then down at his cottage.


Where his room was.


“By the sea,


You and me,


By the sea,




The whispers faded on the sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks below.


Clark returned home.


& & & & & &


The next morning, Lana arrived with canned preserves for Clark.


“Strawberry!  My favorite!  Thank you and your mother, Lana.” 


“I shall!  My, you seem happy today.”


Clark nodded. “I feel…at peace.”


“Ah.” Lana nodded. “I know your parents’ deaths hit you hard.”


“They did.” Clark was a little sad. “I’ll always miss them.  They knew me better than anyone.”


“Parents should.” Lana smiled. “If you ever need anything, Clark, just ask us.”


“I will.” Clark drew her into a hug. “And if you ever need anything, just call out.”


“I will.”


As Lana left, Clark watched her go, her red hair streaming back in the breeze.


He finished his chores, then tidied up in the cottage, neatly arranging his papers and placing the preserves in the cupboard.  The cottage was sparkling, the plants watered, and everything in its place.


& & & & & &


On the seventh night, he waited.


He fell asleep.


& & & & & &


The man with the midnight-blue eyes appeared as the ocean’s sounds rolled over Clark.  The black cape billowed out behind him.  He stretched out his hand.


“You…your family…are Witches?”


The man nodded.


“And you…”


“…will live forever.” Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “Or something close to it.” His eyes were hungry. “And so will you.”


Clark knew that this man knew about him.


All about him.


His heart leapt for joy.  No longer alone.


“Bruce,” he said softly.


The man smiled. “Yes.”


Bruce came forward, spreading out over Clark as he lay in his bed, his black cape folding around them as his mouth found Clark’s neck.


“Destiny…” Bruce breathed.


“Forever…” Clark answered.


& & & & & &


Lana discovered the empty cottage a week later.  Everything was neatly arranged, as if Clark had planned to take a trip.  She found the note amongst the papers with the deed to the house and land that granted the Langs the property, along with a request to care for his parents’ graves.  The note was dated soon after Jonathan and Martha had died, so he had not written it just before he vanished.


Somehow that didn’t help alleviate her sorrow.


She knew Clark, and he would never have left without saying goodbye.


& & & & & &


Time passed, and the mystery remained.  Clark Kent had vanished, just as the Waynes had years ago, and some children claimed to have seen him flying beside a man in a long, black cape, his own cape red and shimmering, but of course children had overactive imaginations.


And if some of the townsfolk heard joyful laughter on a clear summer’s night wafting down from the Manor, what of it?


Or if flowers bloomed even more profusely around the Kent cottage, and stayed fresh and untouched by frost on the graves of Jonathan and Martha in winter, what of it?


And if the traveling circus came to town one spring day and tragedy struck, leaving a sobbing child after an accident claimed his aerialist parents and he was seen later falling off the cliff toward the sea but vanished, what of it?


And, if some children said they saw (the first time on an autumn day close to All Hallow’s Eve) the once-sobbing, now-laughing circus child with yellow cape flying with Clark in red cape and the other man in black (now whispered to be Lord Bruce Wayne), forever young, forever joyful, what of it?


Legends lived.


& & & & & &


In a cottage-


By-the- sea,


He awaited


His Destiny.
















Tags: birthday fic, clark kent/bruce wayne, destiny (seven days and seven nights), dick grayson, lana lang, robin, superman/batman, thomas wayne/martha wayne
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