Warnings and Disclaimers: I'm in slutty Clark mode and mpreg to boot. I still don't own Smallville. If I did, this would be the outcome.

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Clark was pregnant. Jor-el was at least able to tell him that much. Apparently Kryptonians could adapt to their circumstances and change sex as it were, based on their environment. That still didn’t explain why on earth he was pregnant. He knew how but not why. There was Lana, Lois, Chloe and dare he think it; even his adoptive mom. There’d been a bevy of girls after him from those psycho meteorade mixing cheerleaders to the sorority chicks up at Met U. What could have happened that forced his brain and the rest of his body to believe it needed to adapt.

“Lex,” he breathed out shakily.

Every since he’d met the heir to the Luthor empire his wires had been crossed. Jor-el had pretty much said as much. Well he didn’t say it was Lex’s fault but he implied something during what earthlings referred to as puberty set Clark down the alternative path. It had to be Lex and his damn car in the river and that kiss of life. Clark wanted to add that incident to the list of reasons he currently hated Lex now but he couldn’t. Lex wasn’t the father; that he knew for sure. Jor-el had explained the gestation period of Kryptonians, so it couldn’t be Lex. Unfortunately, since Kryptonian pregnancies were very similar to humans, it left only one other possibility. Actually it left four. They’d all been in town during that time and Clark had history with all four men.

“Why me?” He groaned out loud in the solitude of his wooden fortress. A voice in his head whispered, ‘because you’re a slut.’ It was true and Clark knew it. Oliver wanted to know when Clark was going to get off his ass and do something. The right question would have been when was he going to get off his back and do something.

Since the day Whitney and his pals strung him up in that cornfield, Clark knew his true destiny; to be a power bottom. No one knew how many times him and Whitney role played that night. Even on the quarterback’s last night in town, prom night, Clark left his date Chloe and played “quarterback and the scarecrow” one more time before the jock boarded that bus to his own unfortunate destiny. Saving Lana had been an accident. He’d been so exhilarated that he took the long way back to the prom and just so happened to see her car swirling up into the twister.

But reliving the past was neither here nor there. Clark was still pregnant and he needed to know which of the four men the father was. Secretly he hoped it was either Ollie or Victor. The two of them were responsible. AC was arrogant and Bart too flaky to be a dad. All he knew was that according to Jor-el he needed to get some genetic material from each man to bring to the crystal cave and analyze. ‘That shouldn’t be too hard,’Clark decided. It was clear from the last time the four were in town, that each man still wanted him. Better still it was clear that each man had kept their little rendezvous with Clark a secret from the others.

It had been a shock when Clark walked into Oliver’s apartment to find his former flings together. Each man looked just as uncomfortable as Clark had felt. Each had come to him discreetly and renewed their “friendship” with him. Now, three months later, Clark was forced to do the same for his own peace of mind and the welfare of his unborn child.

Oliver kept in contact with Clark, so it wasn’t hard to find out where the gang was. “Venezuela,” he muttered, charting a flight plan for him and his carryon luggage. Jor-el had warned that as the pregnancy progressed, he would start to temporarily lose some of his abilities. That made getting to the bottom (and yes Clark realized the irony of his thoughts) of the whole paternity thing even more urgent. He wondered if he should come clean to the group. He wondered why every thought he had took on a double meaning. It scared him that somehow when he told the real father what had happened, that the others would find out and his secret would be out as well.

Keeping secrets had ruined his life. If it weren’t for secrets, he’d probably be sending out wedding invitations instead of Lana. ‘Victor or Ollie,’ he pleaded to Sara, the Kryptonian goddess of fertility. He packed a light knapsack with a change of clothes, water, some fruit and of course his kit for preserving the samples. He left under cover of darkness, calling Chloe and telling her he’d be gone for a few days and he’d explain everything when he got back.

The flight was tiring. The welcome was exhilarating. Each man seemed genuinely pleased to see Clark. After resting a bit, he set about his task of gathering what he came for. Bart was the easiest. The young man was practically bouncing the minute he saw Clark. AC played hard to get, making Clark beg but in the end he gave up the goods too. Victor was a bit tougher. He had a conscience and seemed genuinely uneasy about their encounter. Ollie wanted him but was still a bit angry about the brunette not joining the team. For some reason, Clark felt compelled to tell him the truth.

Oliver laughed heartily as the flush faced alien admitted to being a sex craved deviant. “Why do you think we named you Boy Scout,” Oliver laughed again.

Clark knew his face was redder than his t-shirt. He stammered, trying to think of something self-righteous and indignant to say, but nothing was forthcoming.

“Relax,” Oliver said, moving closer to Clark and stroking his chin. “I’ll give you what you need and regardless of the outcome, you’ll live with us and we’ll raise the child together. I’m sure the others will agree.”

The only other time Clark remembered crying during sex was his first time with Lex. All the pent up tension and frustration poured out of him in streams of tears. This felt just the same. While Clark slept, a meeting was held. The team came to an agreement. No matter what, the baby was theirs.

When Clark got back, he took Chloe with him to fortress. She took two days off from work to allow for the freaky time warp between earth and the fortress. One could never be sure if hours or days had passed. They knew how to dress her to keep her warm. Clark thought she was more nervous than he was. She kept asking for details about each encounter and reminded him that she was his kryptohag and was entitled. Instead of gory details of each sexual encounter, Clark found himself thinking about each man and the qualities (other than their penises) that he admired the most. Bart was impulsive, hence his name. Clark admired his spontaneity. AC’s cocky charm kept Clark off-balanced. He liked having to work a little harder to please the man. Victor was just a sweet guy; loyal and loving. He was serious and a hard worker. Oliver was the whole package to Clark; sexy, confident, loving, most of times a clear thinker and rich to boot.

Chloe smiled listening to Clark talk about the men in his life. He never shared much about him and Lex until it all went sour. Clark was no ordinary man; in fact he wasn’t a man at all. She wondered why the conventions of man should leave Clark trapped with only one option. She admired Oliver for suggesting the baby be raised by them all. A small ping like the sound of a microwave finishing its cycle startled her from her own thoughts. Clark looked at her warily.

“Do you want me to…,” she suggested.

“No…no…I’ll do it.” Wiping his hands on his jeans, he slowly approached the crystal the shone bluish green.

“Congratulations my son,” a female voice rang out.

“Mom?”

“Yes Kal-el. From this point on I’ll be instructing you. There are many things you should know about Kryptonian pregnancy, but right now the most important thing to know is in the crystal you now hold in your hand.”

Clark stared at the symbols floating across it. His eyes widening as he did so. Chloe couldn’t contain herself any longer. She looked at the crystal he held in his hand as if she could read the odd writings herself.

“What does it say? God, this is worst than an episode of Maury. Clark, what does it say?”

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They returned to Smallville via the entrance that led from the Kawachee caves. Chloe discarded her protective garments and stashed them in the hiding place they’d picked out. Once the compartment was sealed, they walked out to her car.

“This is good news, isn’t it?” Chloe tried to sound encouraging. She knew her friend was still stunned.

“I’m going to get really fat,” Clark complained.

The truth was Chloe had noticed her friend was getting a little pudgy a month earlier. She was a bit concerned but kept it to herself. As far as she knew, Kryptonians aged slowly and their physical appearance rarely changed. She was afraid he was getting sick, even considered that earth’s atmosphere was somehow killing him over a period of time. Knowing the real reason made her smile. She resisted the urge to pat his tummy and drove him back to Oliver’s place so he could place the call all four men were waiting for.

“Maybe I should do this in person,” Clark suggested, trying desperately to stall for time.

“Maybe you should,” Oliver’s voice answered as he stepped from his bedroom into the living room area.

“Oliver!” Clark ran to his arms and hugged him fiercely.

“Hey, what about us,” the others chimed in, entering the room as well.

Chloe felt tears coming to her eyes. It was sweet that the guys had come to Metropolis. Chloe checked the newspaper on Oliver’s desk. She knew if the guys were in from Venezuela, more than a few hours had passed. Luckily, it was just two days which meant she’d definitely need to show up to work tomorrow.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it,” she volunteered, gathering her things slowly and waiting to be stopped.

“Nonsense Watchtower. You’re as much a part of this as the rest of us. Besides, we’ll really need you to look after him now,” Oliver spoke up.

“So,” Bart asked excitedly, “who’s your baby’s daddy?”

Clark looked to Chloe for moral support. He backed away from Oliver and took her hand. Victor’s intense brown eyes were on him. AC was looking self-assured, his square chin bobbing up and down as if he was sure he was the one. Oliver looked concerned.

“Maybe Clark should sit down,” he suggested.

All four men raced to pull a chair up for Clark. In the end, he opted for the sofa pulling Chloe down with him. Four pair of eyes ranging from blue to brown watched him anxiously. Clark swallowed hard.

“Well, it seems that the Kryptonian anatomy is…that is to say when Kryptonians mate…”

Each man leaned forward in his chair. Chloe squeezed his hand and encouraged Clark to go on. He took a deep breath and blurted out the answer.

“You all are.”

Silence filled the room. That’s when Chloe tried to recount what Lara explained to them. Basically it boiled down to Clark’s body producing an egg for each encounter and each egg getting fertilized.

“Thank god there are only four of us,” Bart quipped. The others shot him a stern gaze.

They all had questions ranging from why Clark never got pregnant before to what was the sex of each child. Chloe fielded as many questions as she could for Clark ranging from when his reproductive cycle kicked in. All Clark could think of was Jor-el telling him the time has come and that crazed Dr. Walden who could nearly tried to impregnate Clark himself. He couldn’t explain the lapse between his sexual awakening and actually getting pregnant. If he was with Lex, Lex would be busy trying to figure it out. Clark’s thoughts returned to the room. Plans and decisions about his life were being made without him.

“I think…I think there’s something more important we need to decide.”

The room fell silent as all attention refocused back on Clark.

“I’ve got an invitation to Lex’s wedding. It’s addressed to Clark Kent and guest. Which one of you wants to accompany me?”

It was only when a small smile broke out on Clark’s lips that the room filled with laughter.

“So it finally came bubbling to the surface,” Oliver joked.

“He gets it from me,” Bart exclaimed.

Chloe watched Clark and his guys as they laughed, argued and planned for the quads. She’d often worried about her friend and his fear of being alone. She knew that wasn’t going to be the case. Clark was an extraordinary person, why shouldn’t everything else about him be the same,” she thought.